I really don't want to lose the country

Text Chapter 421 Nine Deaths

powerful!

Strong enough to suffocate!

So many elders and deacons.

It was killed in an instant.

What the hell is this monster.

"Who! Dare to come to my five buckets of rice to make trouble!"

The next moment, eleven warriors jumped down from the tiles on the temple.

One of them is Zhang Shan, the head teacher of the Five Dou Rice Sect, with a fifth-grade strength.

The others are four in the fourth-rank realm and six in the third-rank realm.

There is also a fifth grade.

However, the clothes are different from the usual Taoist robes of the Five Dou Rice Sect.

This person is a black Taoist robe.

Between eyebrows and the head teacher Zhang Shan believed.

"That's... Elder Hei who died in 20 years!"

Someone recognized Zi, a special fifth-rank expert.

Because he is another legend of the Five Dou Rice Sect.

The talent is as high as the head teacher.

And they are still brothers, because the foreign trade is exactly the same.

So in order to avoid being mistaken, he wore a black Taoist robe.

However, it is said that 20 years ago, he died because of a martial arts competition.

There is only a fourth-rank realm.

I didn't expect to be alive.

And it's the same strength as the master.

The people of Wu Dou Mijiao were overjoyed.

They don't care why the black elder Zhang Shui is not dead.

Instead, it became frenzied.

One teaches two five grades.

It is enough to compete against the warriors of the sixth and seventh ranks.

It turned out that their five buckets of rice had already caught up with the six major factions.

They are proud.

They are excited.

"Here comes the grandchildren." Zhang Sanfeng held his sword upside down behind him, and stroked his beard:

"My lord's guess is right. The five buckets of rice are indeed hiding their strength, and an extra fifth-rank appeared in a short while. I don't know what surprises will come in the future!"

grandchildren!

Zhang Shan and Zhang Shui were so angry that they were half dead!

Look at each other.

Nod your head, then rush into the hall with your sword in hand!

One green and one gray, attack left and right.

Kill Zhang Sanfeng!

Zhang Sanfeng's face didn't change, he was still calm, and he swung his sword to strike him.

The three swords swung back and forth.

There was a golden sound, and the flames flew.

The three figures changed independently, and the people standing outside the hall did not dare to go in, they could only see countless afterimages.

After about ten strokes.

Zhang Sanfeng stood on the head seat.

Zhang Shui and Zhang Shan stood five steps apart holding their swords!

The two turned their backs to the crowd of the Five Dou Rice Sect.

His brows were all wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

Sorrow welled up in my heart.

The old man in front of him is too strong.

Neither of his two fights could injure the opponent in the slightest. The opponent's swordsmanship is too well-known and impenetrable, so it can't break the defense at all.

And they can feel that this person is more than capable.

It was just a warm-up start.

The opponent hasn't made a killer move yet, and hasn't tried his best yet.

Seven products!

Only the supreme of the seventh rank has such ability.

"Could it be...he is really a hundred years old!"

This is absurd!

Even if a martial artist has a long lifespan, it is amazing to be seven or eighty years old.