Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Zhao Yun was bandaging his wound. After hearing Chengfeng's words, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Brother, I can't make the decision on this matter. I can only try my best to report the situation to the lord and find out the truth."

"But before that, Master Mouzi needs to bear with me and return to Youzhou with me."

"Amitabha!"

After hearing this, Monk Mouzi put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name: "My two donors, I am not worried about my own fate, but I am worried about your safety."

"Master! You...what do you mean?"

A hint of confusion appeared in Zhao Yun's eyes, and he couldn't help but ask.

Mou Zi sighed softly, "You two benefactors, you don't look like bad guys. I can only tell you that no matter I am in Youzhou or here, I have nothing to worry about, and you two..."

Before Monk Mou Zi finished his words, a roar like thunder rolled out from the depths of the canyon, shaking the surrounding stone walls so much that they seemed to tremble.

"Where did this dirty scoundrel come from? How dare you hurt my Black Hair General's men!"

As the echo of the roar gradually dissipated, a burly strange man ran towards the direction where the mantis monster was fleeing in a panic.

The strange man was more than nine feet tall and had a sturdy build, like a moving mountain.

He was holding a huge axe with bloodstains on the axe, which exuded a terrifying evil aura.

The strange man had a ferocious face. He was about forty years old, with a face full of flesh and skin as rough as tree bark.

What’s even more surprising is that the strange man was not wearing any clothes and his whole body was covered with thick black hair.

Behind him, there was a long and thick tail.

The tail is longer than he is tall, and its surface is covered with black scales. There are sharp barbs at the tip of the tail, which seems to be a deadly weapon.

With the appearance of the black-haired general, the entire canyon was shrouded in a tense and depressing atmosphere.

Seeing the half-black iron tower approaching, Chengfeng and Zhao Yun were both shocked.

They picked up the spears on the ground and held them tightly in their hands.

"Amitabha, it turns out that what is coming cannot be avoided."

In the prison car, Mou Zi sighed and shook his head gently.

The air in the canyon was filled with tension.

Every step taken by the black-haired general steps on everyone's heart.

The long tail was swinging in the air, making a whooshing sound.

"It turns out they are two weak humans!"

The black-haired general laughed and glanced sharply at the prison van beside the path.

Then, he turned around and called out to Chengfeng and Zhao Yun:

"You two little rascals, you want to hurt Master Mouzi? You don't even consider your own worth. I think you two are tired of living, right?"

Is this weirdo here to save Monk Mouzi? Chengfeng was stunned and in a dilemma.

I was also a little surprised and couldn't understand why this seemingly righteous Master Mou Zi knew these strange monsters?

Chengfeng glanced at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun tightly grasped his spear and said in a deep voice: "We don't mean to harm Master Mouzi, but justice cannot be tarnished. We want to ask him to go back and clear his name."

"Invite him back? Where? Is that how you invite him? You two little rascals, how dare you fool this great general."

After saying this, the general swung his axe and chopped towards Zhao Yun on his horse without saying a word.

His momentum was like a volcanic eruption, and the sound was terrifying.

Zhao Yun hurriedly raised his spear to block, but with a crisp "clang" sound, Zhao Yun's spear flew out of his hand.

Zhao Yun would not have been so useless, but because he was injured, he did not expect that this weirdo was much stronger than the black mantis. The power of this axe was far beyond his imagination.

The spear in his hand drew a parabola in the air and fell to the ground with a "pop".

Zhao Yun was shocked and quickly rode his horse back.

Chengfeng was also surprised when he saw this. He didn't expect that Zhao Yun's spear would be knocked away by just one move.

He quickly swung his spear and blocked the Black Hair General's next attack on Zhao Yun.

"when!"

The gun and axe collided with each other, making a loud noise.

A hint of surprise flashed across the general's eyes. "What a rascal! You are indeed quite strong. But you, a rascal, hurt my men?"

"So what if it's me?" Chengfeng snorted coldly.

"How dare you talk to a general like that? You really don't know how to live or die. Today, I will make you pay for the blood debt of my men."

The general's eyes became even more fierce, and he raised the axe in his hand high again, ready to launch a more fierce attack.

Zhao Yun had calmed down, picked up his silver spear from the ground, and rejoined the battlefield.

"Brother Chengfeng! This hairy weirdo is too strong. If we don't join forces, I'm afraid both of us will die here. If we join forces, we may be able to defeat him!"

With Zhao Yun joining in, Chengfeng gained confidence. He gripped the spear tightly in his hand, and the tip of the spear flashed coldly in the sunlight.

"Alright! Today, let this black-haired monster see how powerful we are!"

"You two rascals, you still dare to shout!"

The general did not get angry but laughed instead, with a cruel arc on the corner of his mouth. He swung the axe and chopped at Zhao Yun again.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the axe and the spear collided, bursting into dazzling sparks.

Zhao Yun only felt a huge force coming, and his horse involuntarily took a few steps back.

But the black-haired general remained motionless, like a towering mountain.