Zhenren Xuanxu used Maoshan secret technique to lose his life to temporarily prevent his body from falling down. At this moment, he stood in a place with Wu Feng, looking at the Qinglong Elder and the five or six black-robed men in front of him. If Wu Feng hadn't broken the purple talisman sacrificed by the Qinglong Elder just now, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The people and horses on both sides stood several ten feet apart. For a moment, the atmosphere seemed very solemn. The fighting sounds around them continued, and people kept falling down.

There are only Zhenren Xuanxu and Wu Feng here, while there are five or six black-robed men standing on both sides of the Qinglong Elder. Each of them has an outrageous cultivation level, and the situation is still not optimistic. When a discerning person sees it, Elder Qinglong has a strong advantage.

However, just as the two sides were confronting each other, a muffled thunder suddenly rolled over the sky, and the dark clouds instantly condensed, followed by a lightning bolt. Then a charred corpse fell from the air, just in the middle of the two groups of people. This sudden change scared the people on both sides to take a step back. When they looked closely, they saw that the falling man had a tall body and a grinding like a coke. Only a man with a black robe among the Thirteen Demon Owls could grow into this shape.

Before everyone could react from the shock, a free and easy figure floated over and gently tapped the toes and landed in front of Wu Feng and Xuanxu Zhenren.

This person is Zhou Ming. The Chiwen Gu sword in his hand is full of black energy, and the thunder pattern on the sword appears and disappears. In the absence of these two groups of people confronting each other, Zhou Ming had already killed all four or five masters of the White Lotus Sect who besieged him, and then quickly led out a thunderbolt, directly killing the black-robed man who had fought with him for a long time. Then he flew to the front of Wu Feng and Xuanxu Zhenren.

After fighting with the man with black robe for a long time, Zhou Ming was exhausted and panting and sweating profusely. However, when he approached the Xuanxu True Man, he still gave a respectful gift, and then said: Zhou Ming, the eldest disciple of Master Qingfeng of Maoshan, met Master Xuanxu's uncle.

Zhenren Xuanxu was stunned, looked at Zhou Ming, waved his hand and said: Get up, there is no need to be polite. Your ability to attract heavenly thunder is good. You can just come and wield it when you summon it. It is somewhat similar to the old man Wudaozi in Zhongnan Mountain, and can even surpass him a little. If the old man Wudaozi saw someone playing heavenly thunder, he would probably be able to rest in peace in the nine springs.

When Zhou Ming heard that Master Xuanxu praised him so much, his face turned red and he said: Uncle Master, you probably have been in seclusion for too long and you don’t know. Uncle Wudaozi’s uncle is not dead, but he is also in seclusion and practicing the art of fasting and quiet. He had already left the seclusion last year. His disciple’s Chiwen bone sword was blessed by him, and he also carved some thunder patterns to attract the sky thunder.
Chapter completed!