"Smack!"

The man didn't finish speaking, he was slapped in the face by Zuo Lengchan, and swallowed back the unspoken words in the back. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Master is not strange, my junior brother has always been straightforward and fast-talking, and he speaks without measure. Zuo still believes in the master's character very much, and it is expected that the master must have met the deputy sect leader of the Demon Sect on the way back, so he captured him with his own hands. It's just that you're too soft-hearted, master, the demon cult demon, everyone gets and punishes it, since you have captured it, you should be killed on the spot, why bring it back to Guibaosha? ”

As if he hadn't heard the words of the old monk Fang Zheng, Zuo Lengchan was still looking for a reason for Mingkong to appear in Fang Zheng and his party, if it weren't for Zuo Lengchan's deep understanding, I'm afraid he would have really believed him.

"The benefactor of Mingkong was not captured by a poor monk, but voluntarily walked with us. What the left head said is that everyone gets and is punished, but I don't know what my Buddha also said, the sea of suffering is endless, turn back to the shore, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha. ”

When it came to the last two sentences, Fang Zheng had already used the secret method of Zen Buddhism, turning these two Buddhas' revelations into internal force fluctuations, and rushed towards Zuo Lengchan.

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In the face of the first wave of attacks made by Fang Zheng with the profound internal force of the Buddha's revelations, Zuo Lengchan's face did not change, and he secretly carried the cold ice true qi into his mouth, and said with a smile: "Master Fang Zheng's words are wrong, Zuo has heard that my Buddha promotes good and punishes evil, if the people who are covered with blood can become a Buddha on the spot just by putting down the butcher knife, then how should those people in the rivers and lakes who have a deep hatred of the sea of blood deal with themselves?" ”

The icy true qi contained in the voice collided with the internal force of the Yi Jin Sutra in Master Fang Zheng's words, wrestling with each other in mid-air, making a 'buzzing' sound, and the people in the field who were slightly weaker in internal force all felt dizzy.

Mingkong frowned secretly, and increased the input of internal force into Qu Feiyan's body, but with Qu Feiyan's meridian bearing capacity at this time, it could only hold on to this point, if Master Fang Zheng and Zuo Lengchan continued to compete with internal force, not to mention what would happen to Zuo Lengchan, at least, Qu Feiyan probably didn't want to see tomorrow's sunrise.

After a little consideration in his heart, Mingkong bundled his internal force into a line, put it in his mouth, and said to Zuo Lengchan and Fang Zheng: "The two of you are good Yaxing, but they are rough people who only know swords and drink blood. ”

The internal force in the mouth was twisted into the force field of the internal strength of Fang Zheng and Zuo Lengchan like a line through the sound, although it was disturbed by the two strong internal forces, but the internal force that Mingkong learned was special, and the cohesion was far beyond the ordinary, so he persevered in the force field, stirring the internal force of Fang Zheng and Zuo Lengchan into a turbulence, and then directly cut off the control of this trace of internal force and withdrew from the force field.

"Bang!"

A turbulent internal force field, even Fang Zheng could no longer continue to maintain a balanced momentum, Yi Jin Jing's internal force and the cold ice true qi immediately collided together, making a dull sound, Zuo Lengchan and Fang Zheng Master both took a step back uncontrollably.

Master Fang Zheng glanced back at Mingkong and didn't say anything, just sat quietly in place and began to breathe the internal force in his body that was almost rampant.

Originally, Fang Zheng didn't see Mingkong as a master, and thought that among so many people in the field, only Zuo Lengchan and Wudang Chongxu could compare with him in terms of internal strength, so he dared to take the initiative to compete with Zuo Lengchan for internal strength. But I didn't expect that although the total amount of internal force in Mingkong is not much, the degree of cohesion is far beyond ordinary people......

Ming Kong was glanced at by Fang Zheng, and naturally knew what Master Fang Zheng meant, smiled slightly, and did not explain, but just let go of Qu Feiyan's hand, drew a sword from his waist and walked towards the dozen or so black-clothed masked people blocking the road.

"Are you disciples of my Divine Sect?"

Carrying a sword, he stood there with a clear sky, looking like I was an uncle.

The black-clad masked people glanced at each other, and one of them opened his mouth and said, "We are naturally disciples of the Divine Sect, and the Eastern Sect Master ordered us to come and ......."

"Since you are a disciple of my God Sect, why don't you worship me when you see me?"

Mingkong didn't care what reason they were looking for, the reason why they asked that sentence was just to ask them to take the initiative to admit that they were disciples of the Divine Sect.

The black-clothed masked people looked confused, didn't know what to do, and couldn't help but set their eyes on the leader again.

"Hawkers, my God Sect doesn't engage in these false things, if you don't worship, you don't worship, you go back and restore your life, just say that there is me here, if the Eastern Sect Master wants to blame, I will bear it alone."

Anyway, Mingkong's goal was originally to find out the leader among these people, and now that he got the answer he wanted, of course, he was running the train with his mouth full, what 'My God Sect doesn't engage in these fictitious things', and in just a few days, it was spread all over the rivers and lakes that 'Wencheng Wude Holy Sect Master, thousands of years, unifying the rivers and lakes' was specially made up by Mingkong......

"Vice-Sect Master, this ......"

Probably because he was too deep in the play, the leader of the masked man arched his hand towards Mingkong, his eyes full of embarrassment.

The black-clothed masked man was too deep into the play, but Mingkong didn't want to accompany him anymore, so he walked towards him with his sword, of course, the kung fu on the surface still had to be done, so Mingkong said as he walked: "Do you remember the seventh article of the internal law of the sect?" Article 8? Article 9? ”

"Huh?"

The black-clothed masked man had black question marks on his face, not to mention any 'Article 7' and 'Article 8', they had never even heard of the internal laws of the church.

"Ding!"

Finally, the leader of the black-clothed masked man was alert, even if he was acting, he did not relax his vigilance, and easily blocked the sword stabbed by the open sky.

"Vice-Sect Master! This......? ”

Even now, Ming Kong has made it clear that he has bad intentions, but the black-clothed masked man still remembers his mission, firmly guarding the identity of the 'Sun and Moon God Sect Member', and still calls Ming Kong the deputy sect leader.

"Heh......"

Mingkong smiled, Dugu Jiujian was in Feng Qingyang's hand, and it was a fierce swordsmanship aimed at the flaws as soon as he came, but when he came to Mingkong, maybe it was lazy, maybe it was experience, Mingkong always had to wait until the other party took the lead in making a move, so that he could find the flaws in the opponent's moves, and then attack the flaws in the opponent's moves one after another. Therefore, the sword that Ming Kong stabbed out earlier was just to force these black-clothed masked people to move first.

"The seventh rule of the church, see the leader of the sect who does not worship the death! See the death of the deputy sect leader who does not worship! ”

"Article 8 of the internal law of the church, whoever violates the canon and still interprets himself, die!"

"Article 9 of the internal law of the sect, those who do not listen to the orders of the deputy sect leader will die!"

Three sentences in a row, three swords in a row, each sword was aimed at the flaws exposed in the black-clothed masked leader's moves, and when Mingkong shouted the last word 'death', the long sword in Mingkong's hand had already pierced the throat of the black-clothed masked leader.

Using his sword to pick open the face towel on the face of the black-clothed masked man, Mingkong smiled: "Of course, my Divine Sect does not have these heart-wrenching rules, but it is best to deal with you guys who pretend to be evil people in our Divine Sect......"

The scene of Mingkong fighting with these black-clothed masked people was not much to look at, Mingkong didn't even have the ability of his own True Ancestor bloodline, but with his internal strength and Dugu Nine Swords, he had already cleaned them all up.

Compared with these black-clothed people, Mingkong is obviously more concerned about the battle between the people led by Fang Zhengchongxu and the people led by Zuo Lengchan.

Fang Zheng and Zuo Lengchan were overshadowed by the clear sky just now, both of them were sitting on the ground to heal their injuries, and Chong Xuan protected Fang Zheng, and Zuo Lengchan also had him beside him