The Peerless Young Emperor of the City

Chapter 62 Just such a little skill?
Even ordinary disciples of Tianmen are definitely not disciples of second-rate sects like Iron Fist, who can be compared with them.

And the disciples of Shenwu Hall are the elite among them, and their fighting power is extremely terrifying.

Among them, there are many warriors at the martial artist level, and a small number of them are even low-level great martial artists.

Of course, the disciples of Shenwu Hall do not mean that they are all younger generations.

There are also some middle-aged warriors whose aptitude and strength are not enough to become high-level people in the sect, so they are still called disciples.

However, after reaching a certain age, they will be sent to the secular world, or directly return to their hometown, of course, there are a few exceptions.

Three hundred disciples of the Shenwu Hall charged forward with weapons in their hands.

As for Xiao Yun and the others, they fixed their eyes on the group of senior Iron Fist sects.

He stepped out, forming a series of illusory afterimages behind him, walking towards the Iron Fist Sect Master and the others.

"Dug out people from my Tianmen, and dare to disobey this young master, your guts are really not small!"

Xiao Yun laughed angrily a few times, his voice was thunderous, domineering and cold.

Walking like a leisurely stroll, within a few breaths, his figure flickered one after another, and he came straight to the Iron Fist Sect Master and the others.

For a while, many high-ranking members of the Iron Fist Sect felt stagnation in their chests, and they were so pressed that it was difficult to straighten their backs.

"If you had surrendered to this young master at the beginning, how could you have fallen to this point today?"

"You—" the head of the Iron Fist Sect was shocked, and quickly opened his mouth to express his loyalty, "I am willing to submit to you, and from now on, I will follow the lead of the young master!"

At this point, the most important thing is to save your life, what dignity do you need?
"It's too late." Xiao Yun flicked his fingers, and with a bang, the body of the Iron Fist Sect Master exploded, and the blood mist surged!
The other high-level leaders turned around and ran away as soon as their scalps exploded, but they saw Gu Zheng roaring and went straight up to kill, the fighting power of the King of Martial Realm exploded, and in just a dozen breaths, all those high-level people fell!

And on the other side, the disciples of Shenwu Hall and the disciples of Iron Fist Sect just met each other face to face!
"Puff puff puff—"

A large number of Iron Fist sect disciples were directly wiped out, completely presenting a one-sided situation, and the combat power of the two sides was not at the same level at all.

"Kill." The disciples of Shenwu Hall yelled loudly, and continued to push forward, killing wildly all the way, scaring those Iron Fist sect disciples to the ground, throwing away their armor and running away!
"Run away—"

"too frightening!"

"The combat power is not at the same level at all!"

"..."

They cried for their father and mother, and fled in all directions, already terrified.

If you stay here again, you will definitely be killed like a chicken!
The entire mountain top was in chaos.

"Who dares to be presumptuous in my Iron Fist sect?!"

suddenly!

A roar came, resounding through the sky, shaking the mountain violently a few times!

There was a strong wind all around, thunder was rolling, suddenly, on the other side of the horizon, a figure suddenly appeared, with a burly figure, and sharp rays of light burst out from his eyes!

The moment he appeared, the entire mountain top fell into a terrifying dead silence.

"boom!!"

He stomped his foot on the ground, and in an instant, everyone felt their feet tremble violently, like an earthquake.

And his whole body also rushed up, flew into the sky hundreds of meters above the ground, and then fell hard to the ground again!
The earth shook and the mountains shook, countless rocks rolled down, it was extremely frightening!
"Ancestor!"

"It's the Patriarch who came out!"

"Heaven, it turns out that the patriarch of our Iron Fist Sect is still alive—"

"Our patriarch, that is a generation of boxing champions who swept the invincible hands in Suzhou and Hangzhou hundreds of years ago. It is rumored that in his life, with a pair of iron fists, he suppressed and killed three martial arts masters!"

The eyes of many Iron Fist sect disciples were shining, as if they saw a savior, they exclaimed endlessly.

"The patriarch is mighty!"

"Patriarch, this son is too deceitful, he killed my Iron Fist sect, and wants to destroy my entire sect!"

"Patriarch, you must uphold justice for us—"

A group of Iron Fist sect disciples cried for their father and mother, knelt on the ground together, howling.

"Noisy." Xiao Yun frowned, and waved his baggy sleeves.

"Wow—"

In an instant.

Another figure exploded on the spot, turning into countless blood mist.

At his level, killing these disciples is easier than killing an ant!
The patriarch of the Iron Fist sect frowned suddenly, and there was a cold killing intent in his fire-breathing eyes.

The long hair on his head was messy, draped over his shoulders and in front of his body, half covering his old face, his feet were bare, and his burly figure gave off a terrifying sense of oppression!
"Boy, you dare to be presumptuous in front of me?! In front of this old man, you dare to kill my disciples and grandchildren. Are you tired of living!"

His coercion came overwhelmingly, crashing down from the sky, trying to press Xiao Yun to the ground!
"Your Majesty!"

He roared loudly, and in an instant, endless pressure came at the same time, Xiao Yun's body was [-] meters around, and the ground collapsed.

However, the ground under Xiao Yun's feet did not move at all.

The body is also as stable as Mount Tai.

"The patriarch of the Iron Fist sect, an old monster from 100 years ago, is really ridiculous in front of this young master."

Xiao Yun shook his head with a look of contempt.

"As the founder of a school, but with only such a little ability, I really disappointed this young master."

"Hmph? What kind of thing are you, dare to point fingers in front of this old man? When this old man stepped into the realm of Martial King a hundred years ago, your grandfather hadn't even been born yet!"

The patriarch of the Iron Fist sect looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his voice piercing through the sky, as if even the clouds in the sky were about to be shattered.

90 years ago, he stepped into the realm of the Martial King, beat Suzhou and Hangzhou with his fists, and gained a great reputation, known as the King of Boxing!

80 years ago, on Mount Gusu, he used peerless boxing techniques to suppress and kill Su Tianjing, a generation of martial kings!

60 years ago, on the top of the East China Sea, with one against two, he killed the two heroes of the wind and cloud in a row, and the two kings of martial arts shocked the world!

When he became famous in China, where was this little guy?
"No matter who you are, if you dare to touch my Iron Fist sect disciple today, I will let you... die without a place to bury you!" the patriarch of the Iron Fist sect said coldly.

"You don't have that ability yet." Xiao Yun shook his head slowly, "After more than 100 years of cultivation, you are the third level of Martial King. How dare you show off this kind of strength?"

"You...!!" Being so humiliated by a junior, no matter how indifferent the patriarch of the Iron Fist sect, he was furious at this moment.

"Wu Wang Sanchong, killing you is enough." He stepped forward.

As soon as the bare feet stepped out, the whole person spanned a distance of several hundred meters.

The next moment, he appeared ten meters away from Xiao Yun, and punched him with a punch!

In front of Xiao Yun, a gigantic fist appeared, the fist was boundless, as if it could smash everything in the world under this fist!
As the fist strength passed along the way, a trace several meters wide appeared on the ground, and countless gravels flew wildly!

The fierce wind blew up Xiao Yun's robe.

Just when the violent giant fist was about to fall in front of him, he raised his eyes casually.

From the mouth, came an indifferent voice.

"A generation of masters in Suzhou and Hangzhou a hundred years ago, with such a little ability?"

(End of this chapter)