Eight Hundred and Thirty Seventh Chapter Dongshan University Eucommia

Seeing his own injuries, Du Zhong felt depressed.

Facing these formations, he did not have any precautions at all, and he did not expect to suffer a big loss as soon as the formations were activated.

Du Zhong's face was extremely ugly. He was now being beaten by a seventh-grade master, and he had no power to fight back.

What kind of formation is this?

He actually suppressed half of his cultivation in an instant.

Originally, even if his cultivation was suppressed by half, the fat man was still not his opponent, but he was too careless, and he has been at a disadvantage since the fight.

Seeing that the two were fighting, Li Zhen couldn't bear to interrupt them.

"Fellow Daoist, it's you who are at a disadvantage. Talking big at this time can't buy your life."

Fatty was arrogant. His weapon was a whip, and when he swung the whip away, it instantly turned into a whip shadow all over the sky, covering Eucommia.

That fierce momentum, as if to break the heavens and the world.

Du Zhong no longer kept his hand, flicked his wrist, a sword appeared in his hand, and greeted Fatty.

"court death!"

Fatty was already prepared, the whip danced so tightly that there was a crackling sound in the air.

"Little Fatty, there is a way to withdraw the formation, let's fight fairly."

Du Zhong said this sentence without feeling blushing at all.

Master Lu ignored it, but the offensive was even more fierce.

"Little Fatty, I already informed people before I came, you just wait to be strangled!"

Du Zhong was talking, trying to disturb Master Lu's mind.

Although Master Lu still ignored the words, the whip in his hand was swung a lot faster.

At this moment, Du Zhong roared loudly, and held Master Lu's whip with one hand, his muscles tightened, his legs were steadfast, and the other hand stabbed a sword.

That sword, like a bolt of lightning, came in a surprise attack, using the speed of the sword to the extreme.

"One word chasing soul sword!"

Li Zhen and Master Lu recognized that person at about the same time, Du Zhong of Dongshan University.

The one-word soul-chasing sword is Du Zhong's famous skill.

"So you know your grandfather!"

Finally recovering from the defeat, the spirit sword in Du Zhong's hand stabbed more and more urgently, turning into lightning bolts and stabbing towards Master Lu.

Recognizing Du Zhong, Li Zhen could no longer hide.

Although the major martial arts academies are in a competitive relationship, when it comes to dealing with cults, everyone works together.

"President Du, I'm here to help you!"

Li Zhen walked in the air, came to Master Lu, and punched him.

"The boy dodges, he has the power of the formation on his body!"

"boom!"

Under Du Zhong's jaw-dropping gaze, Master Lu, like a basketball, was blown away by Li Zhen with a punch, and flew several dozen feet upside down, before he fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

What a great power!

With this strength alone, it is comparable to an eighth-rank martial artist.

When did such a great man appear in China?

"It's you!"

"It's you!"

Du Zhong and Master Lu trembled, and a master came to them, but they didn't even notice it.

What made them even more astonished was that it was Li Zhen, who they had thought was just an ordinary person, who appeared.

The fat master's eyes flickered with light, and he already had the intention to escape.

But since Li Zhen had already made his move, how could he have given him a chance to escape, and pointed it out as a sword, and a sword beam pierced Master Lu's face.

The speed was so fast, Master Lu hurriedly sacrificed a tortoise shell.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the tortoise shell radiated sparks.

"Boy, I don't care who you are, you have successfully angered me!" Master Lu shouted with a gloomy face, and then the formation in the small courtyard changed, and a powerful force of imprisonment enveloped Li Zhen.

(To be continued)