Chapter 391 You Made Me Suffer So Much!

Ji Xun's attacks were easily resolved by Madam Zheng, but Ji Xun didn't hurt Madam Zheng, but Madam Zheng didn't have time to kill anyone else. A disciple of the Purple Mist Mountain's tricks was undoubtedly very attractive to Madam Zheng.

The others would naturally avoid it, and only Yuan Shaoqiu would sneak up on Ji Xun when he was about to lose, to make sure Ji Xun wasn't hurt.

"Junior, are you a disciple of the Purple Mist Mountain? Look at your moves. Is your master Bai Wuji?" Madam Zheng asked as he fought with Ji Xun. It was not difficult to see that she was being lenient, or it would not be difficult to beat Ji Xun with her internal force.

Although Bai Wuji had nothing to do with Mrs. Zheng, how could Ji Xun not know that Ji Xun had survived several times under Madam Zheng's mercy and that Madam Zheng had repeatedly forced himself to use his master's martial arts?

The sword struck Madam Zheng again, as fast as lightning. Ji Xun shouted, "Who are you? Can you read my master's name? Die!"

Confirming his own guess, Madam Zheng's expression changed slightly, and there was a momentary flash in his mind at the moment of the fight.

Ji Xun saw that the opportunity was not lost, so he prepared to take Madam Zheng's life, but when the long sword stabbed Madam Zheng's throat, it only cut the flesh and skin and was shocked by the internal force.

Ji Xun's body fell back and flew out. If Yuan Shaoqiu hadn't been paying attention to the situation here and had given him a hand in time, Ji Xun would have thrown out an internal injury.

However, Madam Zheng's internal strength was too strong, and Ji Xun and Yuan Shaoqiu stepped back several meters before stopping.

Blood dripped from the corners of their lips, and they looked at each other and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes. Ji Xun silently shook his head and grabbed Yuan Shaoqiu, who was about to rush forward. He could never let him die for himself again.

Ji Xun quickly pushed Yuan Shaoqiu away, but he was hit by a stroke and immediately spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

Before he could take care of his inner breath, he immediately attacked Madam Zheng with a single attack from his master to destroy the sword technique of heaven and earth. This move could be described as damaging the enemy by 1000 and injuring himself by 800. Moreover, under the circumstances of great disparity between the strength of the enemy and myself, it was very likely that the enemy's hair was injured but he was seriously injured. Coughing, ji xun had no choice.

But at this moment, a miracle appeared. The people within ten meters around them were beaten back by the sword qi, and Madam Zheng flew out nearly five meters before stopping.

Ji Xun looked at the sword in his hand in disbelief. Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard an old voice scold him, "That brat is really capable. He dares to use this trick even if he is not at home. If you want to be a teacher and take back his apprentice, just say it. Why do you want to die?"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, Ji Xun was slapped on the back of his head. At the same time, two figures ran out beside him. Ji Xun looked up and saw that two white-haired female seniors were fighting Madam Zheng, and one of them was Yun Zhihua, whom Ji Xun had seen.

"Master, why did you come here? The disciple is about to be bullied by that old witch." Ji Xun whined.

"And you have the face to say that you have been bullied. The old man's disciple has been beaten so badly. That is to say, you are beating the old man's face. Go play with the mud and see how the master can find the place for you." Before Bai Wuji could finish his sentence, he had already flown away, leaving Ji Xun with a sweat on his forehead.

Yuan Shaoqiu came over with his hands on his chest and elbowed Ji Xun on the shoulder. He pointed his chin at the old men who were fighting and said in a speechless voice: "The old people nowadays are really violent. They are not afraid to dodge to their waist at such an old age. When we get old, we should find a place to raise flowers and drink tea. We should leave such a dangerous thing to the young people to play with."

"Be careful!" Ji Xun grabbed Yuan Shaoqiu and dodged a concealed weapon. He glanced at him and said, "Let's live until our hair is white. We'll have time to sharpen our mouths."

Taking a blank look at Ji Xun, Yuan Shaoqiu immediately joined the battle. This was not a good time to joke. After all, the enemy had not been eliminated.

Originally, the Zheng Family thought that their group of more than 100 people, and all of them were martial arts experts, would be a safe bet. No one had expected that more than 100 people would join the battle in just one stick of incense. Many of them were only children around ten years old, and these people could not beat a master like Madam Zheng. But they were able to kill the Zheng Family's in-laws, and the war was quickly reversed.

At this moment, Madam Zheng was surrounded by three white-haired people and had no time to spare to rescue her descendants. The Purple Mist Mountain people had already arrived in Capital City, which was unexpected for the people of the Purple Mist Mountain, otherwise they would not be in a hurry to attack.

"Devil, betraying your master and using the kung fu of the Purple Mist Mountain to stir up trouble, I represent you today to get rid of this scourge!" Yun Zhihua shouted in the fight.

"You deserve it? Haha." Madam Zheng's eyes were filled with hatred, and each move was fiercer than the other. After all, everyone was from the same school, and they knew the moves very well. The competition was about internal force. "All these years, I have been practicing martial arts for the sake of a sense of shame. In those years, you wronged me for murdering my master, causing me to be disfigured and expelled from the master's school. I have always kept this in my mind!"

"Mist of the clouds, the evidence of your mutilation of the master is solid, and now you still have to defend yourself. Die!" Bai Wuji also shouted and attacked Madam Zheng with his own martial arts moves.

"This lord is in charge of the temple, and he must personally take your head!" Yun Zhixia's sword was flying and he was determined to fight with Mrs. Zheng for life and death!

Seeing the three of them attacking at the same time, Madam Zheng had a hard time dealing with them, but when he was resisting, he laughed loudly and said, "If the three of you had joined forces, how could I leave the Purple Mist Mountain alive? Second senior brother, the three of us are all in love with you. My talent is also the best of the three and the person who loves you the most. Why did you believe that slut's incitement to marry her?"

At the mention of the past, Madam Zheng's face was filled with tears, and her gaze at Bai Wuji was even more complicated than before.

The three great masters here besieged Madam Zheng, and the disparity in fighting power over there became even more obvious. The number of Zheng Family factions was decreasing, and soon Ji Xun and the others were all gathered to a single side to fight and kill. The palace people who fled everywhere were also able to survive. After all, only a few of them were able to use the chan. No one can help them now that Zheng Xiuru is dead.

"Something's wrong. Let them hold it here. Let's go in and take a look." Yuan Shaoqiu came to Ji Xun and looked in the direction of the pepper house.

Junn Buhui, who entered the palace with the Purple Mist Mountain and others, said, "You go first. I'll meet you later."