Master Kongwen's face did not change when he heard this, he said a Buddha name, and continued: "Master Zhang Shi is in good shape. The things of the year had to be a last resort, and we were also for the peace of the world, in order to avoid another bloody storm in the martial arts. ”

"For the sake of peace in the world, your sanctimonious appearance has not changed at all. Bald donkey, since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being unkind! Zhang Wuji burst out on the spot and went straight to Master Kongwen.

Kongwen is not an extermination master, his martial arts cultivation is even higher than extinction, and he doesn't know how many unjust souls he has killed with a powerful Vajra palm in one hand.

In the face of Zhang Wuji's attack, the air was not flashing, and a palm was imprinted with Zhang Wuji.

This time, Zhang Wuji failed to take advantage, and as soon as he made contact, his body exploded.

Kong Wen just shrugged his shoulders and melted Zhang Wuji's internal force. Song Zhe noticed that the stone under Kongwen's feet had cracked several lines.

It seems that the Jiuyang Divine Skill can't be completely taken even by the Mighty Vajra Palm.

Zhang Wuji is still going to be up, and Song Zhe has already appeared by his side.

"Wuji, you step down, just come down and leave it to me."

"Uncle Shi, that bald donkey's powerful Vajra palm is really hard, remember not to fight him head-on unless you have to." Zhang Wuji kindly reminded.

Song Zhe smiled and did not speak.

The so-called powerful Vajra palm, after all, has not been able to get rid of the mortal womb of the flesh, and it will still bleed after being hit by the sword.

Song Zhe's five-fold physical fitness plus Jiuyang Divine Skill, whether it is the physical body or the realm, he has to completely crush the empty news, what does he use to fight Song Zhe?

"This donor ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, don't tell me your high-sounding reasons, Lao Tzu doesn't eat your set. Since you dare to stand up and provoke the Wudang faction, then be ready to die! Song Zhe actually didn't want to say more, but with so many people watching, as the junior uncle of Wudang Mountain, it was not good for him to shoot without saying a word to Zhang Wuji.

"Amitabha ......"

"Fuck your uncle!" Song Zhe didn't allow the monk to finish his words, and slapped Kong Wen with a palm.

Kongwen was unafraid to face it.

In his eyes, the only people that Wudang Mountain can take are Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren, who are higher than their generation, and the rest are all waste. Even Song Yuanqiao, who is of the same generation as them, is not his opponent. In other words, from the bottom of my heart, I don't think Song Zhe is an opponent.

As a result, he suddenly regretted it a little.

The invincible powerful Vajra palm was forcibly resisted by Song Zhe with brute force, and the domineering Jiuyang internal force continued to pour into his body along the intersection of the palms of the two, constantly destroying the meridians in his body.

It was very unfavorable for him to go on like this, and he decisively lifted a mouthful of internal force in the dantian and poured into his palm.

There was a bang, and the two separated.

Song Zhe shook his palm, which was a little numb, to express his high recognition of the Kongwen Mighty Vajra palm. Kongwen's right hand kept trembling, and his shiny head was covered with beads of sweat.

"Where did this monster come from?" Kong Wen shouted frantically in his heart, "Listen to Zhang Wuji call him uncle, plus at this age, is he the apprentice of Zhang Sanfeng three years ago!" ”

Everyone knows about Zhang Zhenren's apprenticeship, but there are only a few people who have really seen what Song Zhe looks like. In addition, Song Zhe has not been out of Wudang Mountain for three years since he started, so outsiders have naturally forgotten his appearance.

Xian Yutong of the Huashan faction suddenly sealed his throat with a sword and wanted to take Song Zhe's life.

Song Zhe just had numb hands, and he chose to make a move at this time, and Xian Yutong's grasp of the timing was just right. It's a pity that Song Zhe has developed a habit since he was a child, and when he fights with others, he always leaves three points of strength until he has to.

Looking at the strange and tricky sword, Song Zhe's eyes were full of fierceness.

He turned sideways, his palm was raised upward, and the palm full of Jiuyang's internal force struck the sword, directly breaking the long sword made of stainless steel.

Xian Yutong abandoned his sword and retreated, and Song Zhe stepped up closely, not giving him a chance to escape at all.

Grabbing Xian Yutong's wrist, he used a Tai Chi move to resolve Xian Yutong's counterattack, followed by a blow to the internal force of Jiuyang, which directly injured Xian Yutong.

"Huangkou Xiaoer, dare to bully me!" Xian Yutong was furious, he was good at swordsmanship, and he took an elegant route, which was not suitable for the real face.

Song Zhe's eyes were clear, and the movements in his hands were not chaotic at all.

The last guy who called him "Huangkou Xiaoer" is now estimated to have starved to death at the bottom of the cliff, which Xian Yutong obviously didn't know about it.

"Stop!" The crowd burst into applause.

Song Zhe was unmoved, and slashed at Xian Yutong's head with one palm, and the violent internal force poured out, shaking Xian Yutong's head and exploding it directly.

Hold your hand in front of your eyes to prevent plasma from splattering onto your face. Song Zhe looked at everyone with a smile, since these people dare to come, they must be ready to die.

"Master! You kill the boss, my Huashan faction will fight with you! The disciples of the Huashan Sect couldn't sit still first, and they drew their swords one after another to prepare for battle. The disciples of Wudang Mountain are not to be outdone, as the two major factions alongside the Shaolin Temple, Wudang has never been afraid of anyone.

"Wait!"

Seeing that the situation was about to escalate, Kong Wen hurriedly stood up to stop it.

"Everyone, listen to my advice, now that the Demon Sect is ready to move again, we will only consume our strength in vain if we continue to consume it here, and when the time comes, we will be very passive in the face of the Demon Sect's attack. At that time, without our protection, I don't know how many people will be displaced by the Demon Cult. At the end of the empty news, he also said the Buddha's name.

Song Zhe felt that he was disgusting, this was the rhythm of tying everyone with righteousness.

This is moral kidnapping.

What is the world, right and wrong is never a family statement. The great monk was short-sighted, selfish, and gilded his actions.

However, a fake is a fake after all, and it can never become genuine, and empty remarks are naturally not recognized.

Song Zhe's answer was to take a step forward, step on Xian Yutong's headless corpse, and laugh arrogantly: "Let's go together!" ”

"Zhang Shizhu ......"

"Get out! You dead bald donkey! It's you who fight Wudang, and it's you who don't fight, are you really bullied when we are Wudang? The events of the year have not been settled with you, and you dare to appear here. A bunch of scum, since you're here, don't go back! Song Zhe's voice revealed a strong murderous intent.

The anger of the people of the Huashan faction rose three feet out of thin air. They also dare not speak out, although the head of the family is dead, and some people are shouting for revenge, but they have not really done it yet. The Huashan faction is not ironclad, the head is dead, and several major factions are still thinking about how to fight for power and profit, how can they spend their energy here?

Song Zhe's strength is very strong at a glance, and he fights with Song Zhe, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Zhang Sanfeng knew that he had to stand up at this time.

"Zhang Zhenren, you are commenting on the theory, for the sake of righteousness, personal grievances and contradictions must be put aside." The Empty Hearing shifted the subject.