Outside the Buddha Temple, with the arrival of the martial arts heroes, the situation gradually changed, and there was an organization!

In the midst of the call, the second head of the Jingtian Sect, the second head of the Canghai Lone Sword, came too arrogant and domineering.

The sound of the lonely sword in the sea was like thunder: "Fellow Daoists, you are here today to crusade against the martial arts sinners." Speaking of this, he took out a piece of paper: "The name of the guilty is like this, and there are three crimes:

One is ungrateful: In the sword trick of the Red Mansion, the famous sword is like entering the Sword Pavilion, not grateful, but evil, conspiring to usurp the foundation of the Red Mansion, and the palace masters either die or escape, or are imprisoned and humiliated. Such despicable villains should not be killed! ”

"Kill, kill, kill!" The martial arts people were all excited, shouting to kill.

Canghai Lone Sword nodded with satisfaction and continued: "The two betrayed the country and collaborated with the enemy, colluded to shield the Japanese slave Liusheng Sword Shadow, and wantonly killed the righteous people in the martial arts, whether they were killed or not!" ”

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Canghai Lone Sword was hoarse and counted the charges loudly: "The three poisoned living beings and killed innocents indiscriminately. colluded with the demon world to destroy the pillars of Shenzhou, so that the earth sank, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the people of Li were killed and injured. Such mad people will not be killed! ”

"Kill, kill, kill!" The martial arts heroes are red-eyed, their swords are held high, and their murderous intentions are irrepressible!

"This time, we will do the right thing for heaven, for the sake of heaven, for the righteousness, and for the common people to eradicate the famous sword of the wicked!" Everyone in the audience brandished weapons and shouted.

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In the Buddha Temple, the building has no trace of the long sword in hand, and the guards are behind the famous sword, and a heart is not arrogant or impatient, just waiting to be killed.

Mingjian smiled and said, "Master, look at the people outside, do you want me to sacrifice my head?" ”

The Buddha said: "I only wish the donor to be merciful!" ”

At this moment, the Buddha's horn outside the Buddha Temple sounded: "Amitabha, please open the Buddha Temple, the Buddha door is pure, not a place to hide dirt and dirt!" ”

Several monks held jade battles, walked into the Buddha Temple with gold beads, with kind eyes and good eyebrows, and the treasure light was heavy: "I have seen Buddha friends, we have heard that there are demons hiding in the Buddha Temple, and the reputation of Buddhism is clear, please think twice." ”

Mingjian glanced at the monks coldly, and said to the Buddha: "The grievances between the rivers and lakes are the fate that can never be shaken off between heaven and earth, and the Buddha and the Dharma are boundless, and he can only choose to escape from the monks, master, what reason do you have for me to let go of these people who want to kill me?" He smiled and walked out of the Buddha Temple.

The people from Buddhism lowered their eyebrows, and they didn't care if the famous sword was to stay, the purpose of this was just to make sure that there was no Buddhist temple to protect the public enemy of martial arts, as for the grievances of the rivers and lakes, how could it be blown into the pure land of Buddhism?

When the famous sword walked out of the Buddha Temple, he saw a sea of people in front of him, and the sword light and sword aura were dazzling: "Heh, there are really a lot of people!" Signaling Lou Wuxian and Scarlet Feather to take care of each other, he walked towards the crowd.

"Dog thief, come here!" A twenty-eight woman holds a thin sword in her hand, holds a light veil in her arm, and has a beautiful face full of hatred.

The thin sword is like electricity, cutting through the long wind, and stabbing straight into the chest of the famous sword. cut off the pillar of Shenzhou and destroyed his home, even if he died, it was just a family reunion, and what a life was enough.

"Not worth mentioning!" The famous sword is such as Ti Neiyuan, the vigorous talisman qi shield rebounded, and it came vigorously, and the woman should be crushed.

"Senior sister!" The sky was full of blood, and those who were afraid to step forward suddenly broke out. With the sound of grief, they all rushed to the sword, sacrificing their lives and forgetting to die.

"Under the Nine Shadows, how can there be a lack of the soul of unjust death!" The famous sword is like a sword finger lightly, the sword qi is criss-crossed, the sword is broken, the flesh and blood are flying, and the blocker is invincible.

"Just kill it, see how many you can kill!" Canghai Lone Sword, who commanded the battle situation in the distance, looked at the seemingly endless crowd and showed a cruel smile.

In the Buddha Temple, there are many monks who have dispelled the last trace of the Buddha's thoughts of going out of the temple to save people. In front of the slaughter, the Buddha couldn't bear to look at it directly, plucked the prayer beads in his hand, and recited the Dizang Sutra: "All beings create karma, and all beings receive karma." Poor thing! As I heard, the Buddha was in the Buddha for a while, and he spoke for his mother...".

The slaughter in front of him, Lou Wuxian felt sad in his heart, the pavilion master endured misunderstandings and carried sins, is this another self?

Scarlet Feather resentment was gloomy in her heart, and she always felt that she had pulled the famous sword into this turmoil, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Mingjian is eyes are calm, what about slaughtering the common people. Demons have never been afraid of killing. For the sake of the peace of the Sword Pavilion in the future, the safety of the resentful concubine, what does it matter if there is a little killing.

The lion and tiger prey has gained prestige, but who is the elk? The world has always been strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain.

Holding the butcher's knife in his hand, his heart and hand are non-stop, driving back to kill, no one is the enemy of one, and the famous sword is already full of blood.

These people in front of him, the secret agents of the Sword Pavilion have already secretly investigated, either they are ambitious, or they are bitter and hateful, and they are all dead.

One thousand, two thousand, three thousand...... There are already three feet of minced meat underground, and the blood is flowing like a river, and the bloody breath can be smelled within a radius of ten miles.

Canghai Lonely Sword and Tai Crazy Life have turned from smug to fearful, and their faces are like mud. He is not a man, he is a devil, he really dares to kill so many people, and his hand holding the sword is already soaked.

Killing through the crowd, the famous sword swept in his eyes, Canghai Lone Sword, Tai Crazy Sheng, and Donghai Sword Sect only felt cold all over, sweat dripped from their foreheads unconsciously, and they couldn't help but regret it in their hearts.

"When he calculated Liu Sheng's sword shadow, he was kind and soft-hearted, and let you live. I won't! "Mingjian is so cold, the words are like the iron pen of the Hades hook and lock the judge, the prophecy of death.

When death struck, Canghai Lone Sword, Tai Mad Sheng, and Donghai Sword Sect looked at each other, fought back to the death, and immediately made a great move.

"A drop in the ocean!"

"The clouds are howling!"

"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the sky is overturned!"

If the three of them are like a spirit rhino, the three moves are combined into the will to survive, and a huge sword qi soars into the sky.

"It's useless." The famous sword was like a finger to absorb the surrounding death aura, dark and dull, round and mound, and a dark sword pill exuding a terrifying aura appeared on the fingertips.

With a flick of his right hand, the sword pill shot out, and it went straight into the three of them to the sky sword qi.

At this moment, a secret palm attacked the scarlet feather resentful queen in the chaotic battle, which was the Breaking Wind and Dust Style: the Strike of Destroying the Yuan.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I've been out of the dust." The figure of the famous sword instantly blocked the dark palm, and he felt serious for the first time!

Boom exploded, and the sound shook for hundreds of miles. Under the siege of Wei to save Zhao, Canghai Lone Sword, Tai Mad Sheng, and Donghai Sword Sect vomited blood and escaped with difficulty.

"On that day, you tore up the agreement, and took advantage of my unpreparedness to sneak attack, so that my emperor lost Zhu Wu's body, and my emperor was furious, and today is your end?" Broken wind and dust, resentful eyes.

"You won't be able to escape death today!" Mingjian can't see joy and sorrow.

The three of them noticed that the famous sword was tightly entangled, and they knew that it was difficult to escape, even if they guessed that they had fallen into the wind and dust, there was no way back.

"Today he will either die or we will die!" Eyes docked, and the three of them reached a consensus with Broken Wind and Dust.

When the Emperor of Heaven Abandoned Heaven descended to earth, he was careless for a while, and let the famous sword break into the alien demon realm and rescue Zhu Wu's body.

After the advent of the Emperor of Abandonment, his elite soldiers did not know how many people were strong, and their status declined, and they lost their favor, and their future was worrying. If there is another mistake, he will no longer have room to turn around, so he will set up this game, which is the last game.

Many martial arts people have already killed their red eyes, and the only thing they want is to kill the devil in front of them.

Breaking the wind and dust, the lonely sword in the sea, too crazy, the East China Sea Sword Sect and the remaining martial arts people joined together, so that the famous sword was so solemn.

"Now that everyone is here, let's send you on your way!" The famous sword is like Haoguang in his hand, the light of heaven and earth gathers, and a sword that cuts off heaven and earth appears.

"Demon Sword Creation!" There is no trace of the building, the wind and dust, and the lonely sword in the sea, and all the well-informed people are shocked.

Ever since the pale will of the saber was cut off by the wheel of years, the famous sword was in dire need of a sword instead. The wheel of time is very important and cannot be moved lightly.

If you want to cast the sword, it is not the right time, the right place and the right people, every sword is an irreproducible miracle, and the famous sword is so aimed at the creation of the magic sword.

There is an iron clan in the world, with the belief of casting swords, one day the sky descends strange iron, after three generations of a hundred years of work to subdue the beast Chongli, open the Yan Mountain as a furnace, drive Chongli to agitate the wind furnace, quenching with the natural formation of the earth's fire, although the iron is melted, but can not be forged, can not be cooled.

After three generations of 100 years of work, he chiseled open the 10,000-year-old glacier of the Polar Spiral Peak, led the extremely cold ice water to this point, and led the heavenly thunder to strike this sword, and the heavenly thunder hit like knocking down a hammer, which took five hundred years of painstaking efforts. Unexpectedly, after this sword was cast, it exuded a demonic and evil aura, and the patriarch who was the first to touch it was like an evil spirit, muttering to himself: "Why did you create me? "A bloody massacre ensued, and most of the Iron Clan's elite were lost as a result, and it was only then that everyone realized that the sword was not willing to be created at all.

In order to seal this sword, seven masters, seven monks, and seven Taoist masters went through hardships to seal the magic sword in Yanshan Pass with four hundred and ninety five thunder talismans and four red iron giant chains, and this sword is the creation of the magic sword.

The Sword Pavilion has always had dealings with the Iron Clan, and the artifact of the Sword Pavilion Town Tower is the proud work of the Iron Clan. Guided by the road view map, the famous sword came to the Iron Clan to seek the creation of the magic sword. In just half a day's effort, he pinched the imprisoned doomsday sun and surrendered the magic sword to create the world.

"It's the magic sword that created the world!" The famous sword is so light, the magic sword is out of the sheath, and the world is bleak.

"Take me a Cambrian!" The famous sword is like a sword that melts into heaven and earth, refining and leading to the extreme cold of heaven and earth.

The invisible cold rises, the flow of time slows down, and everything in heaven and earth returns to that era of great destruction.

The cold wind passed, leaving only thousands of ice sculptures, and the likes of the Broken Wind and Dust, the Canghai Lonely Sword, and the East China Sea Sword Sect were still on guard and frightened, and they were taken by the undodged, heaven and earth extreme cold, and turned into ice sculptures.

"Good sword, with this sword in hand, you have a chance of winning!" The famous sword took back the creation, and the magic sword groaned softly, as if it was rejoicing in the affirmation of the master.

"It's better to lose the favor of your owner than a dog!" Mingjian looked at the crazy look of the frozen wind and dust, and sneered?

turned around and stomped his feet, and the statues all over the mountains turned into smoke and dust, dissipating the heavens and the earth.

"Mingjian, are you alright?" Scarlet Feather Resentful Ji stepped forward and held the hand of the famous sword Ruyi tightly.

"Of course it's okay, don't worry!" Mingjian said gently.

"No matter what, I will always be with you!" Scarlet Feather Resentful Queen hugged the famous sword tightly.

Looking at the beautiful woman in his arms, Mingjian is at peace in his heart!

In the Buddha Temple, the Buddha's son Lang Lang Zen sound is fragrant, and a little golden light falls from the sky, washing away the blood of heaven and earth.

The faces of the foreign monks were pale, their hearts were beating like thunder, and they stammered and followed the Buddha to recite the Dizang Sutra.