Goddess's super mad doctor

Chapter 777 Attacking at the door!

Lu Jianfeng gritted his teeth and said: "This is the first time that I, Wan Jianmen, have been humiliated like this!
Now all the sects are laughing at us, saying that our Wanjianmen is not worthy of being among the top nine sects!
Can you bear such humiliation? "

"This kind of humiliation, I will never bear it!"

"We must get rid of this kid and restore the majesty of my Wanjianmen!"

"This kid and everyone around him must be hacked into pieces!"

"Sect Master, I ask for orders to go down the mountain and kill this son!"

"Sect Master, I also ask for orders to come down the mountain!"

"Count me in!"

Everyone present stood up one after another, roaring angrily, clamoring to go down the mountain to kill Yang Luo.

Lu Jianfeng raised his hand and said: "Of course this kid has to get rid of, and he must get rid of it too!

However, this kid is indeed very strong, if he sends people down the mountain at will, it will only cause more casualties! "

"Jianfeng, let the old man go down the mountain this time!
If this son cannot be killed, the old man will never return to the mountain! "

Wearing a dark blue robe, a tall and thin old man with gray hair stepped out step by step.

This old man is none other than Xiao Zhenyue, the Fourth Elder of Wanjianmen, who "seals his throat with one sword"!

"Jianfeng, the old man also asks to come down the mountain, kill this son, and show off my might of Wanjianmen!"

Wearing a purple robe, a burly and tall old man with long gray hair tied behind his head came out.

This old man is none other than the five elders of Wanjianmen, "Qiankun Epee" Wanqianblade!

"Jianfeng, the old man is willing to go down the mountain to avenge the seventh, eighth and ninth junior brothers!"

Wearing a gray robe, a slightly shorter old man with narrow eyes came out.

This old man is none other than Situ Kong, the Sixth Elder of Wanjianmen, "Dual Swords of Thunder and Fire"!

Lu Jianfeng looked at the three of them and said: "If the three elders are willing to go down the mountain, it will be easy to kill this son!
However, just to be on the safe side, I am going to send three thousand elite disciples down the mountain with the three elders!
Three elders, what do you think? "

Xiao Zhenyue said: "It's all about Jian Feng and you can arrange it!"

"it is good!"

Lu Jianfeng nodded, and said: "Then the three thousand elites will be selected by the three elders. Three elders, you can go down the mountain when you say so!"

"no problem!"

Xiao Zhenyue, Wan Qianren and Situ Kong nodded.

"Hahaha, with three elders joining forces this time, plus three thousand elite support, even if this kid has three heads and six arms, he will definitely die!"

"Let this kid jump around for so long, he deserves to die!"

"Then I wish the three elders immediate success!"

"When the three elders return in triumph, we'll throw a big banquet and celebrate!"

Everyone in the hall spoke out one after another, as if they had seen the scene of the three elders returning with Yang Luo's head in their hands.

However, right now!

"Report!"

A drawn out voice came in.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a disciple hurried in.

After the disciple came in, he bowed and said loudly: "Master, there is something urgent to report!"

"What's the matter?"

Lu Jianfeng frowned and asked.

The disciple replied: "Not long ago, a large number of people suddenly came and attacked our Wanjianmen!

Now our people have launched a fierce battle with them! "

"What?! Someone attacked our Wanjian Gate?!"

"It's unreasonable, who is so bold!"

"Someone dares to attack our Wanjianmen, is this crazy?!"

The faces of everyone present were full of disbelief.

You know, their Wanjianmen are one of the nine top schools in the ancient martial arts world!
Even if the ranking is lower, it is not something anyone can easily provoke!
What's more, they hit their mountain gate!
"Is this true?!"

Lu Jianfeng also couldn't believe it.

The disciple replied: "Master, it's true, and now there's a fight down the mountain!"

"Bastard!"

Lu Jianfeng tightly clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and asked, "Who is it that attacked our Wanjian Gate?"

The disciple replied: "It seems to be people from the seven sects of Yanyue Sect, Shenlong Sect, Hunyuan Sect, Jujian Sect, Fulong Pavilion, Fenyan Sect, and Fenglei Sect!"

"fart!"

Lu Jianfeng yelled angrily, and said with disbelief on his face: "Just these seven trash sects dare to attack our Wanjianmen, are you kidding me?"

"Did the sun come out in the west today?"

The deputy sect master Qiu Guanjie also sneered, not believing it at all.

Even the others present did not believe it.

After all, Yanyuemen and other seven sects are not worth mentioning in their eyes.

When they stepped on these seven sects, they didn't dare to fart at all.

And now these seven sects dare to beat them, isn't it funny?
The disciple hastily replied: "Sect master, deputy sect master, Dharma protectors and elders, what I said is true!

It was really these seven sects who came to the door, and they convened more than 2 people! "

"More than 2 people?!"

Lu Jianfeng's expression changed, he frowned and said, "Everyone, go, follow me to have a look!"

"Yes!"

The crowd responded in unison.

Afterwards, Lu Jianfeng led everyone out of the hall...

At this time.

The periphery of the eighteen peaks of Wanjianmen.

A big battle has begun.

It was a large area of ​​darkness, and there were people everywhere at the foot of the mountain.

Shouts, roars, and screams resounded endlessly.

Because Yang Luo and Xiang Kunlun led the seven sects to beat Wan Jianmen by surprise.

Therefore, the battle had just begun, and many disciples guarding the periphery of the Eighteen Peaks of Wanjianmen had already died.

Many corpses had fallen on the ground, and the ground was stained red with blood.

"Brothers, kill with me!"

Bujie was like a wild horse running wild, roaring excitedly, holding a dragon-patterned Zen stick, and pushing it up sideways!

He kept waving the dragon pattern Zen stick, and knocked away all the disciples of Wanjianmen who were approaching!

Some of the disciples who were thrown into the air died on the spot, and even if they didn't die, some were seriously injured and couldn't get up.

"Who is this stinky monk who is so powerful?"

"It looks like he is performing Shaolin martial arts. Could it be that he is from Shaolin?"

"Whoever he is, kill him quickly!"

Dozens of Wanjianmen disciples roared angrily, holding long swords, and rushed towards Bujie together.

"Good come!"

Bujielang yelled, and said in a trembling voice: "If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

As he spoke, he clenched his dragon-patterned Zen stick tightly with both hands, and swept out with the momentum of sweeping all armies!

Those disciples who rushed up swung their swords at the same time, and charged forward!

Clang clang!
There were bursts of crisp crashing sounds resounding through the mountains!

Infuriating, the flames splashed, and it was extremely gorgeous!

However, even if these dozens of disciples joined forces, they still couldn't bear the stick of Bujie, and the sword in their hands was directly broken!
After breaking the swords in the hands of these disciples!
The stick of Bujie slammed heavily on their chests!

Ka Ka Ka!
The sound of bone cracking sounded one after another!

All these disciples flew upside down, their chest bones, internal organs were all smashed, and they vomited blood and died...

(End of this chapter)