Xiaoyouzhutian, send Yi Xiaochuan to the palace to start

Upon hearing this, Wuming could no longer remain calm, he was immediately shocked, his expression became extremely serious, and his tone became full of regret.

"Your master?"

Because there are only a handful of people in the Central Plains martial arts world who can be called masters by Kitano Xiongshi and others, not to mention that they have denied that they are Jue Wushen's subordinates.

And judging from the tone of his voice, it seemed as if he had some disdain towards Jue Wushen.

"Hahaha......"

"To tell you the truth, Wuming, even Jue Wushen is just an insignificant chess piece of our master. If you are smart, you'd better surrender, so that we don't have to start a war."

The Xiling Laughing Buddha lives up to his name, he looks chubby, with a smile on his face all the time, a smiling look, and a shiny bald head, but behind that smile, there is a sinister look.

At this moment, Wuming's mind was working quickly, and he was wondering who could have such great ability.

Wuming never thought that he was the best in the martial arts world. There were too many masters in this world who kept their identities secret, such as the Second Sword Emperor, the First Evil Emperor, and some masters whose names he couldn't even remember.

And the mayor of Xiaoyao City who has been in a state of panic recently...

Just as Wuming was deep in thought, Kitano Xiongshi and others had gradually lost their patience. They began to slowly approach Wuming, emitting a cold murderous aura.

"Wuming, stop resisting in vain. You can't escape today!" Kitano Lion shouted angrily.

Wuming raised his head, his eyes calm and firm: "Even if I don't know who your master is, it is impossible for me to surrender!"

After saying this, Wuming's internal energy surged, his clothes fluttered, and a thrilling battle was about to begin.

Seeing this, the smile on Xiling Laughing Buddha's face became even more ferocious: "If that's the case, don't blame us for being rude!"

In an instant, Beiye Xiongshi, Xiling Laughing Buddha and other three people rushed forward. Seeing this, Pojun also joined the battle. At this time, no one wanted to kill Wuming more than him.

Wuming's figure flashed, floating like a ghost, and instantly avoided the fierce attack of Kitano Xiongshi.

He took advantage of the situation and slapped out with his palm. The wind from his palm whistled like a tidal wave and went straight to the chest of Kitano Xiongshi. Fortunately, Wuming's attack was resolved by Xiling Xiaofo and others.

Wuming fought against many enemies alone, but he was not at a disadvantage at all. He displayed his exquisite sword moves to the fullest, and each move contained his profound skills and insights into martial arts.

However, Kitano Yushi and others were no ordinary people. They cooperated well and launched a fierce attack, especially their Kawatoshi Divine Meridian. For a while, the two sides were tied.

After a long time, Kitano Xiongshi and his men looked very unhappy. After all, the four of them plus Pojun could not defeat Wuming in such a short time. Seeing this, Kitano Xiongshi quickly winked at his three brothers.

The three of Xiling Laughing Buddha understood instantly, and they immediately used their strongest moves to try to restrain Wuming.

At this time, others also displayed their unique skills.

Pojun's sword flashed with a sharp light, and Beiye Xiongshi's palm wind was strong. They attacked Wuming from all directions. Wuming's face became very solemn when he saw the attack from the five masters.

Wuming clasped his hands together and mobilized all his strength. Suddenly, shields formed by sword energy emanated from his body, which was an all-in-one attack and defense.

"Bang!" The attacks of Pojun and others hit the shield with a deafening sound. The powerful impact force caused the surrounding ground to collapse instantly, dust flying, and several people took a few steps back.

Wuming, who was surrounded, had already suffered internal injuries from the previous attack, and a faint trace of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

When Pojun saw Wuming was injured, he was ecstatic and his expression gradually became ferocious. He laughed wildly and said, "Hahahaha... Wuming, you also have this day?"

"You will definitely die today!"

As Pojun said this, he was about to pursue the victory, but a dozen guys from Zhonghua Pavilion suddenly dropped from the sky, came to Wuming and surrounded him.

"Boss! Get out of here! Today's incident was clearly a trap set by them! As long as you have a green mountain, you will not be afraid of a lack of firewood! Brothers will fight for you and clear a bloody path!"

The previous leader of Zhonghua Pavilion had a determined look on his face, veins bulging on his forehead, and he spoke to Wuming as if he was ready to die bravely.

"No! You are no match for them! Leave here quickly!" Wuming was shocked when he saw this, his face full of anxiety and worry. He knew very well that the strength of these guys was far inferior to that of Pojun and others, and staying would only lead to death.

But a clerk at Zhonghua Pavilion laughed miserably at this time: "Boss, if you hadn't saved me, I would have been dead for ten years. Now I have survived for ten years, which is considered a profit!"

There was a trace of relief on the guy's face. Thinking back to Wuming's life-saving grace, tears flashed in his eyes. He clenched his weapon tightly, ready to die.

"Yes! Boss, let's go quickly! Avenge us in the future!" Not to mention the other people in Zhonghua Pavilion, they are all quite loyal, probably because they were infected by Wuming's inexplicable "temperament".

One of the young guys clenched his fists, veins popping out on his forehead, and shouted loudly: "Boss, we have no way to repay your kindness, let us fight for your life today!"

"Hmph! A jumping clown! How can you rely on them?" When Pojun heard that Wuming was supported by these people, he inexplicably felt a strange feeling in his heart. He immediately shouted angrily and killed the guys from Zhonghua Pavilion.

The leader of the Zhonghua Pavilion did not retreat, but rushed forward with a long sword in hand. The long swords collided with each other, making a harsh sound and sparks flying. The big man gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist Pojun's attack.

The other guys also took action, some wielding swords, some with bare hands, and Kitano Xiongshi and his men also joined the battle with the attitude of a quick victory.

The people in Zhonghua Pavilion were not afraid at all and were all prepared to die.

In an instant, the sounds of shouting, the collision of weapons, and screams were intertwined, and the scene was in chaos for a while.

"No! Run away!" Wuming watched them fall quickly beside him one by one. He was so furious that tiny bloodshot suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Obviously, it was impossible to persuade them now. Wuming knew this in his heart. Now he had to save as many people as possible. He took a deep breath, endured the injuries on his body, and resolutely joined the battle.

However, Pojun and his men were very skilled in martial arts, and the guys from Zhonghua Pavilion gradually found it difficult to resist. One by one, they were killed by Pojun and Kitano Xiongshi.

The blood all over the ground instantly dyed the door of Zhonghua Pavilion red, which also made Wuming fall into madness.

"Ah!..." Wuming roared to the sky, his voice filled with endless grief and anger.

"Pojun!" Wuming gritted his teeth and stared at Pojun and the others. He no longer had the calm look he had before.

"Hahaha!... Wuming, die!" With Pojun's wild laughter, Pojun, Kitano Xiongshi and the other four people used their internal energy together, and the powerful true energy instantly attacked Wuming.

Wuming saw this and did not hesitate to use his shield immediately. However, he was now like a spent force. The combined efforts of five people directly broke his shield. Wuming was like a kite with a broken string. He drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

"Puff!..." A mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out of Wuming's mouth, and his face turned extremely pale.

Pojun grinned and walked slowly towards Wuming with a sword in hand.

At this moment, a man wearing gorgeous brown clothes and an ice sculpture mask fell from the sky, grabbed Wuming tightly with one hand, stepped lightly, and left the place quickly.

"Chase!" Pojun and others were shocked when they saw this, and they shouted and chased after him.

They came and went in a hurry, and soon, there were only dozens of corpses of people from Wushen Jue Palace and Zhonghua Pavilion in front of the gate of Zhonghua Pavilion.

After they all left, a man and five women appeared in front of the door of Zhonghua Pavilion like ghosts. The man looked at their backs thoughtfully. After a moment, the man spoke.

"What kind of game is this?"

............