As he said that, two "spirit dragons" danced in the air, one left and one right, one white and one yellow, with swords and halberds gusts and murderous intent.

Feeling the powerful murderous aura and aura emitted by Song Hongpeng, Wu Qu smiled and revealed two rows of small white teeth; "The elder of Wangyue Pavilion under Xie Wendong has quite a few brushes. It seems that I underestimate you."

"Don't talk nonsense, look at the trick." Song Hongpeng didn't have time to wipe the sweat from his forehead and came over again.

Wu Qu chuckled and fought with him. Both sides fought quickly, as fast as lightning. The elders watching the battle next to him could not even see the tricks they used.

They are all like this, let alone the disciples of Wangyue Pavilion. The latter only felt dazzled in front of them, making people tired of seeing.

Song Hongpeng went all out, but Wu Qu looked relaxed. While fighting with Song, he said leisurely: "I heard that Xie Wendong built a Shenyue Pavilion. The masters inside were even more powerful than the elders of Wangyue Pavilion. Why don't you come with them?"

Not many people know about Shenyue Pavilion. Song Hongpeng had never heard of this. He just thought that the other party was nonsense and disturbing his own interests. Song Hongpeng did not say anything in a quiet voice and continued to do his best.

His not speaking does not mean that Wu Qu shuts up now. Seeing that the other party did not respond, he changed his subject: "I heard that Wangyue Pavilion is a forbidden area, and outsiders can only die if they go in. Where is the address? If I don't kill you, can you take me over and take a look? I promise not to kill them all, at most, at most half."

"My man, who do you think you are? Let's talk about it if you can defeat me."

"It would be interesting to defeat you and take me over, I'll help you." As he said that, he accelerated the speed on his hands and feet.

Because their speed was too fast, they fought for forty or fifty moves in a blink of an eye.

Wu Qu is nothing, but Song Hongpeng is so tired that he is out of breath, as if he wants to suck all the oxygen in the world into his lungs.

"Come on, master."

"Come on, Master, kill Wu Qu and make great contributions."

“….”

The disciples of Wangyue Pavilion were surprised by the fierce and exciting fights in front of them, and at the same time, they also "understand" the depth of Wuqu Kung Fu. This Wuqu is indeed a rare master.

But, it is definitely not the opponent of so many elders and disciples.

Just imagine, an elder can fight dozens of moves with Wu Qu. If these people are playing together, then he will be better. He will definitely force each person to cut him into a corpse.

In sharp contrast to the disciples' sudden and proudness, the other seven masters, uncles and uncles. The seven elders of Wangyue Pavilion had their eyebrows stronger than the other, and many of them had never stretched their eyebrows.

On the surface, Wu Qu and Song Hongpeng are now tied. But after a closer look, it is not the case. Wu Qu still held the Longquan Sword and did not even throw away the scabbard. The area under his feet was no more than one square.

In other words, Song Hongpeng attacked from all directions and 360 degrees. However, Wu Qu basically stood there and fought with him. Song Hongpeng was not Wu Qu's opponent. As for why this situation occurred, it must be that Wu Qu deliberately hid his strength so that people could not touch his background.

If this continues, Song Hongpeng will definitely die at the hands of Wu Qu.

The seven people looked at each other, feeling that they could no longer be indifferent. They could not watch their companions be killed just like this.

Among the eight elders, Bi Shiting, the only female elder, shouted: "Junior Brother Song, I'll help you." Then, these seven people officially joined the battle group, hoping to help Song Hongpeng escape from Wu Qu's claws, and to solve it as soon as possible.

I don’t know if Song Hongpeng is so unlucky or if he deserves this.

The moment the seven people decided to join the battle, Song Hongpeng accidentally got a palm from Wu Qu.

This palm hit Song Hongpeng's left chest. This palm didn't even have any signs. With the powerful force, the five ribs on the left chest were immediately broken, and the internal organs were also damaged by the huge palm force.

Song Hongpeng screamed, leaned back, retreated continuously, retreated four or five meters away, and finally knocked a computer away from the computer desk, so that he could barely stand firm.

He suddenly felt stuffy in his chest, and he couldn't come out in one breath. He exhaled hard, and a large piece of blood spurted out.

After spitting out the blood in his mouth, Song felt much better. He took a few breaths of heavy breaths, his face turned pale, and he reminded all the brothers with difficulty: "Be careful, this little bastard is very evil."

To a certain extent, the arrogant elder Song recognized and praised Wu Qu.

In fact, he doesn't need to remind you that Wu Qu's ability is obvious to all, so everyone doesn't want to say too much, and they all show their greatest ability.

The elders of Wangyue Pavilion took action, and the disciples looked eager to try. At this moment, Elder Song stopped them: "Don't act rashly, just wait and see what's going on."

Wu Qu is at its peak no matter which aspect. A person as awesome as the elder is no match for him, let alone his disciples. Taking action now is almost like killing him.

Moreover, so many people will act together, which will affect the performance of the elders to a certain extent.

It would be better to let them watch the battle on the side for the time being, and then wait until Wu Qu and the elders are exhausted, and then taking action may have an unexpected effect.

For a long time, the elders of Wangyue Pavilion have been very respectful elders in the hearts of their disciples, and are very intimidating.

Since he had spoken, the disciples had to suppress their anger, nod at him, and then carefully watch the battle, or be ready to go.

At the same time, the wonderful performance of Wu Qu fighting against the seven elders of Wangyue Pavilion has been staged.

Faced with the full-strength attack of the seven masters, Wu Qu was entrusted at the beginning, but the sword did not leave his body. But as the battle progressed, he felt an unparalleled pressure from all directions, and many wounds were picked out by unknown weapons.

He grinned for a moment, but he underestimated these old guys. Then he threw off the scabbard of the Longquan Sword, revealing the white blade inside.

This sword is not very special, but in Wu Qu's hands, even the ordinary mortal iron can exert the strength of a magical or evil weapon.

The moment the two sides fought, it was like a meteor hitting a meteor. The light burst out in just a moment was enough to shine through ancient and modern times.
Chapter completed!