Yama arrives

A strong aura surged from the guard's body, all of which were in the mid-stage of psychic cultivation.

As soon as the two finished speaking, there was a loud noise, and the man in the mask of Peppa Pig suddenly made a move, knocking them unconscious to the ground.

The two bronze gates were knocked open directly, as if the horn of battle had sounded, a group of patrolling disciples rushed from the courtyard immediately, lined up, staring at Du Yun.

"Who? Dare to come to Dong's house to make trouble, are you getting impatient?"

"Take off the mask if you have a feeling, what is it if you shrink your head and tail?"

Du Yun stood the urea bag on his shoulders on the ground, looking like a long sword.The disciples of the Dong family immediately raised their vigilance, picked up the Baguazhang move in their hands, and were ready to fight at any time.

Before they could make a move, Du Yun said mysteriously: "The Dong family is in trouble tonight, there is still time for you to escape."

Everyone was stunned.

After regaining his senses, he clapped his hands and rushed forward.

"Where is the neuropathy, look at the palm!"

"It's been a long time since no one in Dong's family dared to come to find fault. I have been working hard for five or six years, and today I finally have the opportunity to hit someone."

A total of seven or eight disciples frantically rushed in like a vegetable market aunt scrambling for specials.

Du Yun swept away, and the group of disciples who were all in the psychic state suddenly lost interest. They punched casually, and a violent wind was blown up. In the wind of the fist, it seemed like a fierce tiger roared. Call.

The Dong family compound was very quiet at night, and the sound of fighting in the courtyard was very harsh, which immediately attracted more disciples.

The crowd surrounded Du Yun, forming a huge encirclement circle. When they saw the disciples of the Dong family lying on the ground crying and howling in the circle, everyone's expressions turned cold.

Someone dared to come to Dong's house to make trouble.

This is simply like a fantasy.

"The Dong family, Dong Mingyuan, is here! Who dares to behave wildly?"

A shout of anger floated from far away.

The crowd surrounding Du Yun immediately looked serious and moved out of the way, and then saw Dong Mingyuan coming on the roof.

The figure was still in the air, and Dong Mingyuan took a picture with his palm.

The gust of wind was surging, and the palm was directly on the top of Du Yun's head. Seeing this, Du Yun did not back down, raised his spiritual power, and punched the top of the head.

Boom!

Two powerful spiritual forces collided, as if a hole had been split in the air.

Yu Weizhen's disciples of the Dong family were unstable, several of them almost fell to the ground.

With the help of the aftermath of the explosion, Dong Mingyuan made a backflip and landed smoothly. Du Yun wanted to resist and go up, but felt that there were thousands of troops in front of him blocking him, so he was finally forced to take a step back.

When that foot was stepped on, a shoe print was sunk on the ground, which shows how powerful the collision was just now.

"Hmph! Ants in the middle stage of true spirits dare to break into Dong's house at night. They really don't know how to do it." Dong Mingyuan just stood firm, raised his spiritual energy again, and rushed away.

Du Yun has already seen this guy's cultivation. In the late stage of Zhenling, if he really had to fight hard, Du Yun was not afraid at all.But this time he entered Dong's house alone, facing the siege of a group of Dong's disciples, this situation is not suitable for a hard fight, just stop it.

Swish!

Seeing Dong Mingyuan approaching, Du Yun threw the urea bag out of his hand.

In the dark night, the vision was not good, but the urea bag was approaching like a black shadow. When Dong Mingyuan found it, he just thought it was a long sword flying towards him, and he slapped it without thinking.

Boom!

There was a loud noise.

It didn't feel like a long sword, and a scream came from the bag, which sounded familiar.

The disciples of the Dong family were dumbfounded.

Dong Mingyuan quickly put away his offensive, jumped into the garden more than ten meters away, and walked carefully to the urea bag.

"What's inside?" Dong Mingyuan asked sharply.

"Second Uncle? Is that you? Help me! I'm Dong Fangxu!" A voice came from the bag.

Dong Mingyuan's expression changed drastically, and he quickly untied the bag, only to find that it was really Dong Fangxu.

At this time, Dong Fangxu had long since lost his usual suave and suave image.His clothes are torn, his nose is bruised and his face is swollen, and the aura on his body is undetectable

"Huh? Xu'er, where's your cultivation?" Dong Mingyuan quickly discovered the situation.

Dong Fangxu was taken aback for a moment, and then exclaimed: "Ah, where's my cultivation? Where's my aura? I'm useless, it's you! It's you who slapped me to death."

Dong Mingyuan can't take this blame.

He is Dong Fangxu's second uncle and the younger brother of the patriarch Dong Mingshu, how could he destroy his nephew's skills.But think about it calmly, just now I used [-]% of the power in my palm, and it hit Dong Fangxu right in the middle.

"Ah, you bastard! How dare you bully me, I want you to die!"

Soon, Dong Mingyuan rushed towards Du Yun. Du Yun lost the urea bag, which caused him to accidentally injure his nephew Dong Fangxu. He wanted to blame Du Yun for the blame.

As if in the blink of an eye, the two fists collided.

Du Yun was on the fourth floor of the true spirit, but Dong Mingyuan, who was on the seventh floor of the real spirit, had no pressure. After several rounds, no one had the upper hand.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Even your own nephew can do it. Don't you think that after Dong Fangxu is abolished, your children will have a chance to compete for the next generation of patriarch?" Du Yun started the psychological warfare.

Sure enough, Dong Mingyuan's feet suddenly stopped, and the palm movement on his hand was half a beat slower. It was this fleeting opportunity, and Du Yun's iron fist struck, knocking Dong Mingyuan to the ground.

puff!

The punch was so fierce that Dong Mingyuan's blood was in a mess, and he opened his mouth to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Whoa!

The onlookers exploded.

Everyone is well aware of Dong Mingyuan's strength. In the later stage of Tangtang Zhenling, the Dong family had the most potential to become the second holy king, but they were defeated by the pig-headed masked man.

"You're talking nonsense! Xu'er wasn't hurt by me, she must have been crippled by you before she came here." Dong Mingyuan didn't care about the pain at this time, and got up to argue with Du Yun.

Du Yun sneered: "Why should I abolish Dong Fangxu's martial arts? I found Dong Fangxu passed out on the street halfway, so I specially sent him back to your Dong's house, but you guys are so good, you don't want to be grateful, and you beat me up. "

"Fuck you!" Dong Mingyuan blushed angrily: "You obviously came to Dong's house to find fault, if it was true as you said, you were sending Xu'er back, why did you tie her up in a sack? Is there such a thing as a gift? "

"You don't understand this. I know Dong Fangxu's status is noble, and I'm afraid that if someone finds him unconscious on the road, what should I do? So I thought of a good countermeasure and put him in a sack , so that a lot of trouble can be avoided.”