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The golden fist, the incomparable sword edge, castrated, collided together without looking back, the fist was smashed by the sword qi, the sharp sword qi disappeared into invisibility, the bluestone slab in the middle of the terrifying power was shattered, the sand and stone flew up, and the half-sound slowly settled. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

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The crowd gasped, not because of how gorgeous the moves of the two sides in this battle were, but because both sides were just ordinary moves.

But the two sides of this battle are not ordinary people, Master Tianwen, the abbot of Tianxin Temple, the master who did not regret the rivers and lakes back then, the two of them are not cultivated to the sky, and it is difficult to find opponents in the rivers and lakes.

However, the two of them shot at the same time, which only made Ling Zifeng retreat. From this, one can imagine how terrifying this Ling Zifeng's cultivation is.

You must know that Ling Zifeng is only a young man in his twentieth year, and he still has a long, long way to go in the future, I am afraid that as long as he is given enough time, he will definitely grow into an extremely terrifying existence.

"Amitabha,"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, the little donor has slaughtered tens of thousands of people in the rivers and lakes for several months, and he still doesn't repent?"

Master Tianwen had compassion on his face, looking at Ling Zifeng's gaze with pity, this is a young man with outstanding talents, but unfortunately he has gone astray, otherwise he will definitely shine brightly in the future and become an eternal legend in the rivers and lakes.

"Second uncle!"

Zhu Yuyan looked at the unrepentant master and snorted lightly.

"Since the poor monk has become a monk, he has jumped out of the red dust, and the donor can call the poor monk the law." The withered face of the master who does not regret is full of indifference, and the fetters of the world are now very transparent and indifferent to him.

"Yes, Master of No Remorse."

Zhu Yuyan shook her head, so she had to whisper.

Bi Xiaosheng snorted coldly, although he was a little dissatisfied with this sworn brother, but in the end he didn't say anything, just looked at his nose and nose, and was too lazy to take a look.

Xiaolan, Liang Wanru and others were all curious to look at this legendary master of no regrets, just like those people in the rivers and lakes, looking at the eyes of the master of no regrets full of admiration.

This old man who became a monk has been extinct in the rivers and lakes for decades, and now he has set foot in the red dust again, which is undoubtedly a great blessing for the younger generations of the rivers and lakes who admire him.

And Master Tianwen is even more of a fan-like character, not to mention the younger generation, even some seniors in the rivers and lakes may not have seen him. His cultivation is so high that it has always been just a rumor, and no one has ever witnessed it with his own eyes.

Now that I am finally fortunate to see him do it in person, for many people, they already have enough capital to brag to their friends at the wine table in the future.

Thinking that he had personally seen Master Tianwen make a move and suppress the generation of demons who caused chaos in the rivers and lakes, and the cold-blooded and ruthless blood-clothed Hou Ling Zifeng, the admiring and admiring eyes of those wine and meat friends made them excited.

On the other hand, Ling Zifeng did not have any mood fluctuations at this time, looking at Tianwen, the expression of the master who did not regret it, he did not feel a trace of surprise, let alone any fear.

"Who are you?"

Ling Zifeng asked indifferently, as for Master Tianwen's words, he was not moved at all.

"The poor monk asked."

"Poor monks have no regrets."

The two spoke out one after another, telling their origins, and they were not angry at Ling Zifeng's rudeness.

"The donor has committed so many murders, causing turmoil in the rivers and lakes, and now he will follow the poor monk to Tianxin Temple, don't mess with the rivers and lakes!" Master Tianwen said slowly.

Hehe!

Ling Zifeng smiled gloomily, the sword qi was suspended in the air, the person had disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of Master Tianwen, and instantly stabbed out thirty-six swords, pointing at the death point on his body, and his left hand condensed into a claw, reaching out to the face of the master who did not regret.

"Presumptuous."

The unrepentant master snorted softly, and his golden palm slammed into the block, slashing Ling Zifeng's arm three inches. Seeing the sword wind coming, Master Tianwen leaned back and dodged, pinched the flower fingers with both hands, and pointed at the acupuncture points on Ling Zifeng's shoulder and neck.

Ling Zifeng was forced to withdraw his attack, rolled in the air, and kicked out a few kicks in his dodge, dissolving all the attacks of the two, his body retreated like a wild goose, and a violent sword qi slashed out in the air.

"The Buddha is glorious and immovable like a mountain."

Master Tianwen clasped his hands together, and there was a golden light on his body, forming a soft wind, enveloping his body, really like the Buddha descending, with the light of the Buddha shining.

"King Kong subdued the demon,"

The unrepentant master drank coldly, his eyes were wide with anger, like a Buddha roaring, his body was pulled up ten zhang high, and his huge palm seemed to be with the power of suppressing all evils, pressing down towards the top of Ling Zifeng's head.

However, at this time, Ling Zifeng, even if he still retained a trace of sobriety, it was too late to retreat, so he could only protect his whole body with sword qi flying around, and the sword shadow in the sky rose into the sky, rushing towards the huge palm.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, the sword qi was crushed to pieces, Ling Zifeng fell to the ground, his limbs and bones fell apart, he struggled for a while, and finally couldn't stand up.

I really underestimated you,

Ling Zifeng said silently, clenching the palm of the Soul Devouring Sword, and the blood began to linger, which was the power that belonged to the Soul Devouring Sword itself.

"Donor, don't struggle,"

"The poor monks have been chasing you for three months, and today no matter what, you can't get out." The Master of No Regrets put away his strength, his words were indifferent, and he walked towards Ling Zifeng.

"The sky is not there, the earth level is not out, and a cultivator who has just landed on the ground dares to speak wildly, and he is not afraid that the wind will flash your tongue."

The cold words came from afar, and a beautiful purple figure crossed the sky, and white hair fluttered in the air, like a fairy stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, walking into the sky.

Master Unrepentance stopped, a complicated look flashed on his face, looking at the slowly falling figure, a solemn look appeared: "I don't know why the female donor came." ”

"Hmph,"

"Old monk, there is nothing to do with you here, go back where you came from, don't fall into the same way as those people thousands of years ago, who fell into red dust and turned into dry bones."

The woman glanced at the Master of No Regrets indifferently, her expression was the same as Ling Zifeng's, the same indifference, the same ruthlessness, but in her eyes, there was still a trace of human emotion.

"Amitabha,"

"The monks are compassionate, even if they turn into dry bones, how can they see the common people in distress and the ups and downs of the world."

Master Tianwen walked over, smiling on his face, regarding life and death as floating clouds, not lingering.

"Yunxian, do you say that there are really people in this world who are not afraid of death?"

The woman's indifferent voice was just a deep tenderness in her words.

"Le'er, maybe there really is."

The words also came from the woman's mouth, but the voice was slightly low, and there seemed to be a light chuckle.