Chapter 931 Zhang Sanfeng’s “slight punishment” brought the tiger to the brink of disaster!

Chapter 931 Zhang Sanfeng’s “slight punishment” brought the tiger to the brink of disaster!

"Grandpa, why did the battle between the Sword Saint and the Demon Lord end like this?"

"I don't know!"

The old man shook his head. Their Mozhe Guild had been in seclusion for many years and knew very little about the affairs of the martial arts world.

This time, they entered the world, firstly to explore the martial arts world today, and secondly, the advent of the great world also provided an opportunity for the Mozhe Guild to enter the world.

"Hey, have you heard?"

"There are people fighting outside the palace gate again."

"Quick, go and see."

A group of figures who were watching the excitement rushed towards the palace gate. Mo Yan and Mo Chaer also followed the crowd and walked towards the palace gate together.

For some reason, it was just two ordinary people fighting in front of the palace gate like scoundrels, but they attracted more than a thousand people to watch.

"What are you worried about!"

"What's wrong with looking at you, you're a waste!"

"Humph, you're not a waste?"

"What's wrong?"

"The winner was not decided last night, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"Fight?"

"Fight!"

The two figures immediately wrestled together.

"Let go!"

"You let go first!"

The two tall men tore each other's hair, and their gorgeous clothes became messy.

The dishevelled hair just covered the faces of the two men.

The most surprising thing is that the two men were fighting in front of the palace gate, and the imperial guards on duty not far away turned a blind eye.

"Hiss, do men like to pull hair when fighting?"

"Hahaha!"

The onlookers couldn't help laughing at the embarrassed figures of the two men, and some people in the crowd kept making noises.

"What are you doing, Xiaobai, take his balls!"

"Xiaohei, bite him!"

"Do you two know how to fight, Xiaobai, he is pulling your hair now, just knock him over and poke his anus!"

A series of shouts rang out from the crowd, and the two people who were fighting began to tremble!

"How dare you!"

"This seat...you are courting death!"

The two took the opportunity to distance themselves, and the onlookers were also very excited. However, after seeing the face of one of them clearly, a man standing in the front row was stunned for a long time and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

"Sword...Sword Saint...Sir!"

"How is it possible!"

The warriors who were present last night also reacted and were struck by lightning in an instant.

Who would have imagined that the two peerless masters who showed off their talents last night were now fighting at the city gate like shrews?

In the crowd, the warriors who were shouting and making a fuss just now were also terrified, and quietly withdrew from the crowd, with cold sweat on their foreheads.

"Grandpa, that...is really the Sword Saint...?"

"Is...right!"

Mo Yan was also a little uncertain.

"The man in white is the Pingtian Sword Saint, and the one in black is the Demon Lord?"

"Hiss!"

"What...what happened?"

"Did you notice that there is no internal force fluctuation in these two people at this moment?"

"Have they lost all their cultivation?"

Before everyone recovered from their shock, they saw a team of imperial guards coming out of the palace city. Seeing the two figures, the leading general frowned slightly.

"What do you two think this place is?"

"How can we allow you to fight and make trouble outside the palace gate?"

"Stand guard obediently!"

As he said, the general walked in front of the two people, waved his hand, and four armored soldiers rushed out from behind, picked up the two people on the left and right, and dragged them to the two sides of the palace gate.

"Stand still, or you will not be allowed to eat for three days!"

Hearing the words of the general, whether it was the Sword Saint or the Demon Lord, their faces showed a look of shame and anger.

"You kid, no one has ever dared to talk to me like this!"

The Demon Lord had a gloomy face, staring at Liu Yuan coldly, with a murderous intent in his eyes. If his cultivation was restored at this moment, he would definitely slap him into a pulp without hesitation.

The Sword Saint also looked angry, and said gloomily: "Who do you think you are? How dare you threaten me?"

Liu Yuan looked calm, slowly drew the sword from his waist, and said lightly: "Why, do you two want to fight with me?"

"Looking for death!"

The Demon Lord was furious, and rushed forward in a flash. Before he could make a move, Liu Yuan took a step forward and kicked the dignified Demon Lord to the ground.

Liu Yuan looked at him coldly.

"Don't forget, you are not the Sword Saint Demon Lord who intimidated the world last night, but just two ordinary strong men."

"If you are obedient and stand for 49 days, I, Dayu, will let you go."

"If you refuse to cooperate... I will have many ways to deal with you!"

As soon as Liu Yuan finished speaking, the two peerless masters became even more angry, staring at him intently, but they could do nothing.

"Aren't you afraid that the Japanese master will recover his cultivation and kill your entire clan?"

The Demon Lord tried to calm down his anger, looked at Liu Yuan coldly, and threatened in a very calm tone.

"Aren't you afraid that I will slash your neck with a sword after angering you?"

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, Liu Yuan's long sword was already on the neck of the Demon Lord, and he said lightly: "You are the Demon Lord who intimidates the world, but in the eyes of some people, you are just a slightly stronger ant."

"In this capital, you may not be able to destroy my entire clan."

"But if you anger that person, I will destroy your Demon Sect!"

After Liu Yuan finished speaking, the two people who were furious just now were like being splashed with cold water, and couldn't help but recall the scene last night.

The timeline went forward three hours.

Under the dark night, the Demon Lord and the Sword Saint confronted each other from a distance, and the aura of the two directly enveloped the entire Dayu Imperial Capital.

When the dazzling sword light passed, the Demon Lord's monstrous magic palm instantly covered half of the sky.

In the Sutra Library, the old man's face was full of worry. If this move was fully used, I am afraid that he could only protect the Sutra Library under his feet.

In the Prince Yong's Mansion, Qiao Feng stared coldly at the night, and looked at Ning Fan. After seeing him shake his head, he lowered his gaze.

"Demon Lord, today is the day for you and me to decide the victory."

"Try this sword of mine!"

"Humph, I'm not afraid of you!"

As the scene was about to be enlarged, a thin figure suddenly appeared on the blood-stained street.

For some reason, the two people who were about to fight suddenly attracted attention.

"How about you two, give me a favor?"

"Looking for death!"

A trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the Demon Lord. Although he didn't know why this old man could suddenly attract his attention, in his eyes, a mere ant was not worth his second look.

As for giving him a favor?

Who is he, and dares to talk to me like this?

"Die!"

A palm print was slapped towards the old man, but the old man did not dodge, and kept approaching the two step by step.

The palm print fell on the old man, but the scene of being crushed into meat paste did not appear as imagined, but there was no ripples, and it collapsed directly.

"Huh?"

Just as the two were in doubt, the old man's figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, he appeared directly between the two.

"Who are you?"

"I am Zhang Sanfeng!"

The old man looked at the two with a smile, and a row of question marks appeared on the foreheads of the Demon Lord and the Sword Saint. I asked you what your identity is, what kind of person are you, Zhang Sanfeng?

However, the two also realized the extraordinaryness of the 'ordinary' old man in front of them. After looking at each other, they tacitly launched their long-prepared big moves towards the old man.

"Don't give me face?"

Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyebrows, and a trace of displeasure appeared on his face.

He still did not dodge or evade, and let the two magic palms and sword lights with peerless power hit him, just standing in the void and slowly condensing a seal.

The next moment, the monstrous magic palm and the terrifying sword light fell on him, but disappeared strangely.

As if he was swallowed up, he did not cause any waves.

Both of them were shocked. Before they could react, they heard a voice: "Since it's not easy for you to practice, I'll spare your lives."

"It may be useful in the future."

"However, since you did something wrong, you will be punished a little. You will be punished to stand guard in front of the palace gate!"

"Well, stand for forty-nine days and then let you go."

As soon as the voice fell, the two peerless masters who roamed the world seemed to be hit by a club. They fainted together. When they woke up again, they were already in a dungeon.

Then, the two were thrown at the palace gate, and the next scene appeared...