Chapter 259: Let me discuss the Dao first

Without waiting for any reaction time, a fist wrapped in black mist came crashing over.

The disciple of Qingmu Sect also reacted very quickly. He drew his sword and slashed immediately. Amidst a clang and sparks, he was seriously injured and retreated. His body knocked down a wall and he lay in the smoke and dust ruins with his sword.

"Cough cough."

After a severe dizziness and tinnitus, he came to his senses and realized that he was being attacked by Chen Lang. Not long ago, he was still listening to his master's instructions and feeling guilty and regretful for carrying out the plan to assassinate Chen Lang.

Thinking about it now, it’s quite ridiculous.

You deserve to be targeted by all the sects.

He stood up, pointed his sword at Chen Lang, his eyes gradually became colder and colder, "Don't you want to wait until tomorrow? That's perfect, I don't want to either."

boom!
Another punch came at him, and this time the Qingmu Sect disciple saw clearly that it was not a fist, but a ferocious beast with black needles all over its back, running towards him like a prehistoric beast.

Obscene fire?
He raised his sword and started striking.

A stronger explosion sounded, along with some strange animal cry, which spread in the Qin family. Chen Lang raised his right arm and opened his palm. One after another, black shadows flew out, like cannonballs, like ferocious beasts, and like huge black bears, running wildly into the smoke and dust.

"It's so noisy." Chen Lang withdrew his hand and blew away the cigarette in his palm.

However, the power is quite good. The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord only helped to analyze the Taoist power of an ancient corpse, but he reached the power of the quasi-second level of the Sword Character Formula. An ordinary move of releasing true energy was a shocking attack.

No wonder the Qin family's old guys hide all the good stuff.

"You are so presumptuous. Do you regard my Qin family as your territory?" Several other disciples came over, holding their swords with their hands, looking ready to take action at any time.

"We are discussing the Dao. Your Qin family is so enthusiastic that we can't refuse. There is really nothing we can do." Chen Lang said.

"You are not discussing the Dao, you are killing people." The disciples watching were inevitably wondering why the elders did not come despite such a big commotion.

"There's no need to reason with him! Brother, help me kill him!" A disciple of the Qingmu Sect stepped out from the ruins. He was covered in blood, with fire in his eyes. He limped and rushed towards Chen Lang with a bent sword in hand.

Among this group of disciples, several had flickering eyes. They had been given similar instructions by the elders before and had a mission to accomplish. Now the situation had obviously changed, and they were considering whether or not to take action.

So Chen Lang took action.

There was another round of indiscriminate bombardment, and countless fiery shadows shot out from the palms, attacking everyone indiscriminately, including those who showed their heads in the distance or those who did not.

He fired cannons with his right hand and held a banner with his left hand, to guard against the elders who might appear at any time, but the elders did not appear. Instead, he saw the ferocious fire beasts he had released suddenly explode on the spot.

A sharp black arrow moved silently in the air, splitting his attack and aiming at the palm of his right hand.

when!
When the black arrow shot towards him, a golden disc rose from the palm of Chen Lang's right hand and blocked it.

The Three Lives Disk spun suddenly, and most of the destructive force was removed, but a small part still penetrated the arm. In an instant, the black spikes on Chen Lang's right arm flew off, and his flesh cracked, spreading from his arm to his shoulder. Half of his body and half of his face were almost shattered like porcelain, with black cracks appearing.

"bingo!"

Behind a broken wall somewhere, a disciple whispered, with smoke coming out of the black tube in his hand.

However, he suspected that the power of this thing was not as great as his master said, and Chen Lang seemed not to be dead yet. Was this considered a successful assassination or a failure?
Suddenly, he saw a double image of Chen Lang, which was shaking slightly, so that some very thin black fragments fell to the ground.

"What happened?" Chen Lang's voice suddenly came from behind.

The disciple of Wuzhong Sect was horrified. He turned around suddenly, raised his incomplete right hand, pointed his palm at the top of his head, and then launched an attack without hesitation.

The sky collapsed and the earth broke apart, and everything spun.

That was obviously a hidden weapon with extremely strong lethality, and Chen Lang was seriously injured, but this did not make them feel any better, because Chen Lang found that he had to increase his strength against them.

A long time ago, Chen Lang had learned a Lingyun Step and developed the effect of clones. Although he rarely used it later, it was maxed out after all. In principle, he could not use the Wanhun Banner, so he used the clone of this magical power. The effect of this time was particularly significant. He clearly felt that he had reached the end of this ordinary skill. It turned out that it was not a very high level, just a golden elixir-level magical power.

"stop!"

An old man's scolding voice was heard. It was not long after the battle began, but to some people, it sounded longer than an era.

When the scolding sounded, there were more than twenty Chen Langs standing around, each holding a person in his hand, some of whom might be the ones who attacked him, some who didn't attack him, some who were planning to attack him, some who were just watching the fun, or just passing by.

But it doesn’t matter. Anyway, they could all be his opponents in debate. Since they will become opponents sooner or later, he might as well fight them first.

"Elder Mu!" a disciple exclaimed, his voice trembling.

He was still relatively lucky. Most of the people were completely stunned and speechless. Chen Lang adopted a completely unreasonable fighting style, using bloodline suppression, and his moves were so swift that they didn't even have time to fight back.

"Why are the guests from the Tianjian Sect acting wildly here?" said the old man.

"Let's talk about the Dao." Chen Lang replied, "I'll talk about it first."

"Put them down," the old man demanded.

Twenty or so Chen Lang raised their arms again and aimed at their crowns.

At this time, several extremely powerful but obscure divine thoughts swept over, and then Zhong Haoran appeared, whispered something to Chen Lang, and then more than twenty shadows of Chen Lang suddenly blurred and were replaced by upright brushes.

Suddenly, all the brushes shattered, as if they were cut by some sharp blades, and broke into pieces, leaving only many white hairs floating down.

Chen Lang's clones gathered together and stood in front of Zhong Haoran. There were many distorted lights chasing after him with terrifying murderous intent. Zhong Haoran flicked his sleeves and poked the air with the brush a few times before he calmed down.

"Disciples are discussing the Dao, why are you taking action, elder? Are your disciples all just pretty faces?" Zhong Haoran asked.

The old man said, "The discussion will be tomorrow. You should have received the notice. If you act recklessly here, you will kill people."

"that's right."

Chen Lang took out the tubular prop that still had residual heat, "What is this? It is indeed used to kill people."

If the San Sheng Pan hadn't blocked it in time, the game would probably be reloading by now.

"Thunder Fire Needle!" Zhong Haoran looked at the disciples with a cold face, "Who gave it to them? Who is the one who is doing this recklessly?"

This hidden weapon is extremely concealed when used, and is a disposable killing tool. It is normal to see it in the outside world, but it is very abnormal to see it in the hands of this group of invited disciples.

"That was my self-defense weapon! He forced me to do it." The disciple who was bleeding from the mouth and nose and was beaten particularly badly stood up and insisted.

"Are you still quibbling?"

"Just use it, who hasn't ordered anything yet?" Chen Lang didn't care about it. He looked at the old man, "So can we end the discussion now? I think they are quite weak. Do you need to send other people out? I'll deal with them all at once."

"End? You think it's over after you've made your move?" Several disciples of Wuzhong Sect stared at him, their eyes bruised and swollen, but their fighting spirit was rising, and a powerful aura was gathering. Chen Lang had been suppressing them for so long, but now it was obvious that Chen Lang was very weak and had run out of strength.

It's their turn.

Chen Lang took a glance and reversed the San Sheng Disk in his right hand. The large wave of energy he had absorbed previously continuously reversed the damage to his body, and the cracks on half of his body were healed.

"bring it on."

This made several disciples stand there, feeling a little helpless.

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(End of this chapter)