Dozens of men with weapons in their hands were running down the streets, and even fools knew that something was going to happen, and the streets that were still some people immediately became empty. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Wuji took more than a dozen steps, and the wall of Wan'an Temple appeared in front of him, and he kicked down, and his body rose to the ground, directly over the wall, and stood on the ground of Wan'an Temple.

The sharp whistle sounded immediately, and a group of monks and warriors pounced on them with their swords in their hands, shouting in their mouths, and the bright swords slashed at Zhang Wuji, who had just stood still.

Zhang Wuji punched the head monk in the chest with a right fist. It was a crashing punch, and the samurai immediately spurted blood from his mouth and flew backwards, knocking down more than a dozen samurai in a row before falling to the ground, and none of the samurai who were knocked down by him got up again.

The right foot stepped out, and the left fist was another crashing punch. "Bang bang ......" hit more than a dozen punches in a row, and dozens of monks and warriors who pounced on them were beaten and flew out, and there was a dead silence on the ground, and there was no one who groaned.

At this moment, I saw two figures jumping in from outside the wall, it was the two brothers Ouyang Shengwen.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of people died on the ground. The Ouyang brothers were not surprised at all, they had already learned the sect leader's methods on the way back.

Zhang Wuji stretched his divine sense to the limit, swept through the temple, and found no breath that made his heart throb, and looked up at the tower, where he found four innate breaths.

"Let's go." He raised his feet and ran towards the wooden tower.

The monks and warriors on the wooden tower rushed down, and the warriors in the temple were also gathering here.

Zangpu jumped down from the tower, and the dozens of warriors just now were instantly killed by the incoming enemy, which really shocked his heart, since he came to Dadu, it was the first time he had seen such a powerful opponent.

"Come on, ring the big bronze bell in the temple, don't stop."

"Yes, senior brother." A samurai bowed in answer and turned to leave.

Zangpu raised his right hand and stretched it behind his head, pulled out a long knife on his back, and held the long knife firmly in both hands.

stared at Zhang Wuji who was rushing with his eyes, and shouted in awkward Chinese: "Who are you, dare to invade this place, don't you want to live?" ”

In response to him was a fast-coming fist, although Zangpu was shocked in his heart, the movements in his hand were not slow at all, and the long knife in his hand moved slightly, and the blade went towards Zhang Wuji's fist.

Zhang Wuji's fist momentum remains unchanged, and it is still an indomitable momentum.

Zangpu said in his heart: Can your fist resist my Hundred Refining Battle Knife, even the master does not have such an ability, so arrogant Han people.

"Oh ......" A low and long cry suddenly came out of Zangpu's mouth, and he quickly took a step forward, his arm leaned forward slightly, and the back knife in his hand suddenly accelerated towards Zhang Wuji's fist.

If this is an ordinary innate master, he will definitely not dare to fight like this.

It's a pity that Zangpu doesn't know how high his enemy's cultivation is. Although Zhang Wuji's strength shocked him, it was not to the point where he knelt down and surrendered. That is to say, there is still the possibility of fighting, if he doesn't even have a chance to fight, he will definitely not hesitate to run away as soon as possible, instead of wasting his life on this meaningless matter.

This is the purpose of their teaching, their own life is always above all else, if they can't even save their lives, everything else is vain.

At the moment when the fist made contact with the blade, Zhang Wuji suddenly turned his fist into a claw, and his five fingers instantly pinched his blade, and a huge force passed to his body through the sword.

Zangpu only dared to have a sweet throat, and a stream of blood rushed to his throat. Unprecedented fear immediately hit his heart, "Ah......" screamed violently, and he held his feet on, and his hands tried to pull the war knife out.

But when he saw Zhang Wuji's right claw pushing forward, he slammed it downward, and the blade of the war knife immediately pointed towards the ground below.

He turned his claw into a palm and slapped it on the surface of the knife, and the knife was immediately slapped against Zangpu's chest. Zangpu didn't have time to react at all, and the "Dangdangdang" war knife broke off a few knots and fell to the ground, and the momentum coming from the war knife also shattered his chest.

Pieces of internal organs squirted out of his mouth, and Zangpu fell down in distraction, his eyes full of nostalgia and unwillingness. With confidence, he walked down the snowy mountain and followed the master into this world of flowers. Although the aura here is not as good as the cultivation place in the sect, the enjoyment of this world makes him deeply fascinated and intoxicated.

And so it all ended. The only remaining bit of thinking is only doubting one thing, how can there be such a master in the Red Dust World, the Tartar Emperor must not be well-intentioned. This person's background must be the same as his own, and Zangpu's last clear eyes looked at Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji was stunned, he really didn't understand Zangpu's eyes, but he couldn't care about it. Because the three innate warriors who originally pounced on the wooden tower were now divided into three directions, turning around and fleeing. This was a big surprise to him.

"Search him, and the antidote to the ten-spice soft tendons is on him." Zhang Wuji hurriedly commanded, and the strength in his body worked with all his strength, and he pounced on the innate warrior on the left.

Ouyang Shengwen immediately touched Zangpu on the ground, and Ouyang Shengwei attacked the ordinary monk warrior who pounced.

Zhang Wuji took one step, it was a distance of more than ten zhang, and now time was too precious, so he used all his strength and had no reservations.

The second step was taken, and he approached this congenital monk warrior, this person was tall and thin, more than two meters tall, but his waist circumference was more than two feet at most, and he was wearing a yellow monk's robe on his body, fluttering, and he couldn't even hold up his clothes.

Zhang Wuji's mind immediately remembered what Fan Yao had said, this person looked so weird, wouldn't it be exactly the same as that hidden poison. As soon as Zhihai moved, a layer of strength spread all over the body, and at the same time sealed the breath.

This person is really hiding drugs, and when the three brothers saw that the senior brother killed the opponent in one move, they knew that the enemy was by no means something they could deal with, and they habitually scattered around, as long as they held on until the master arrived, and then counterattacked was not arbitrarily by them.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he landed and fled, the enemy chased after him. Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, the feet hiding the poison stopped violently on the ground, and the body swayed from left to right, and when the body was flipped, a large piece of colorless and odorless powder suddenly erupted from the wide sleeves.

This piece of powder flew in the air, and suddenly enveloped the space in a radius of two feet. If you can't really see them with the naked eye, but in Zhang Wuji's divine sense, all of this is hidden.