Chapter 1194

Seeing Meng Zhang standing aside, Gu song Zhenjun was very satisfied.

As long as Meng Zhang doesn't intervene in this matter, he has a good chance of success this time.

Gusong Zhenjun glanced at the distant mountain view below, pulled out the pine grain ancient sword behind him, and cut it far below.

A fierce sword fell from the sky and cut to the mountain where the remote mountain view is located.

Gu song Zhenjun's sword not only cut into the distant mountain view, but also showed Meng Zhang his strength and warned him not to intervene.

Meng Zhang understood the intention of Gusong Zhenjun, and his smile remained unchanged, as if he didn't care about him at all.

The fierce sword spirit is like cutting on tofu. It easily cuts open the third-order protection array above the remote mountain view.

The array was completely broken, and the real people in the distant mountain vomited blood and fell to the ground. The monks in the temple are almost dead.

The sword Qi just paused a little and continued to cut down.

It seems that if there is no obstacle, this fierce sword will cut the whole mountain in half.

At this time, a huge wood rose from the back of the remote mountain view and took the initiative to meet the sword Qi falling in the air.

Jumu and Jianqi collide, are smashed, and then turn into a clear Qi and disappear together with Jianqi.

The sword Qi was blocked. Gu song Zhenjun was not surprised. He looked like he had expected.

"Old Shanmu, it was rumored in the cultivation world that you fell in the last magic disaster."

"For this reason, your senior brother Shan chongzhenjun was furious. He rushed into the demon group and destroyed many demons himself."

"I didn't expect that you are a promising Yuanshen Zhenjun. You have been hiding in this mouse hole for so many years."

"The acting skills of a great friar like shanchong Zhenjun are not bad. It's a pity not to be a performer."

Gusong Zhenjun looked down and laughed loudly.

While Gusong Zhenjun was talking, an old man with a hunchback and a face of wind and frost flew out from the back of the distant mountain view and flew to a place not far from Gusong Zhenjun.

"Gu song, you immediately turn around and leave here. I can regard today's incident as having never happened."

This old man should be Yamaki Zhenjun in the mouth of Gusong Zhenjun.

He didn't have much nonsense, so he came directly.

The disdain of Gu song Zhenjun's face.

"Old Yamaki, who are you scaring?"

"I'm not Yamaki Zhenjun. I can think about these things while fighting with Gusong Zhenjun.

Meng Zhang had long hid far away and watched the war from a distance.

He was quite interested in watching the struggle between the two friars of the same rank, and his mood was very relaxed.

It's a lie to say that they have no interest in the secret between them.

However, Meng Zhang needs to think more about the giant zongmen such as SONGFENG school and Wanheshan.

If he could get the advantage, he would certainly jump at it without hesitation.

But if the benefits are too hot, he will go to the theatre.

So far, Meng Zhang has no idea what the two sides are fighting for. Naturally, he will not intervene rashly.

Yamamu Zhenjun became famous before Gusong Zhenjun.

If it hadn't been for the fake death caused by the evil disaster, it might be one of the leaders of Wanhe mountain now.

He never lost sight of Gu Song Zhen Jun.

If they want to win or lose, even if they fight for ten days and a half months, they may not be able to do it.

Yamaki Zhenjun is not worried about the delay for too long.

When Gusong Zhenjun came to the door, Shanmu had passed the secret method to return everything that happened here to the gate of Wanhe mountain.

The secret here is very important, which is related to the path of shanchongzhenjun.

After receiving the news, Shanzhong Zhenjun will definitely arrive here as soon as possible.

Although Wanhe mountain is far away from here, with the flying speed of the great friar Yuanshen, you can arrive in a few days.

As long as shanchong Zhenjun gets here, he can easily suppress all the clowns present.

At that time, let alone Gu Song Zhen Jun, who doesn't know whether to live or die, Meng Zhang, who is watching, and the damn demon, will die.

Meng Zhang didn't know the vicious idea in yamamu Zhenjun's heart. He was watching it with relish.

Yamaki Zhenjun and Gusong Zhenjun fought in the air, and the surrounding clouds were torn apart and scattered.

Several dark shadows sneaked close to yamamu Zhenjun under the cover of broken clouds around, and then rushed at him silently.

The seemingly unprepared yamamuzhen King drank violently, and the giant wood in his hand waved and shattered these shadows.

"Well, you lonely old man, you really colluded with the devil."

"Do you think you can beat me by such a dirty trick?"