"Ning Daoqi, since you like Buddhism so much, I will send you to the Western Heaven Elysium!"

kicked Ning Daoqi away, Wang Jian followed closely, and the wind god's legs and the strong grass in the wind made his legs extremely sharp.

With a low drink in his mouth, full of mockery, he chased and kicked Ning Daoqi, who was spurting blood in the air.

Ning Daoqi was a martial artist who touched the shattered void, and at the moment of life and death, his potential exploded, and he was desperately resisting in retreat.

Unfortunately, his right palm was exploded, and his left palm was fractured in the collision just now, and he could only resist it with his legs.

The great master has one method and ten thousand laws, and the leg method is also not weak.

The use of Sanshou Bapu is still extremely powerful in the leg method, and the leg strength is sharp, and the true qi is sometimes condensed and sometimes soft, which makes people unguardable.

It's a pity that he ran into Wang Jian, who had a force to drop ten times.

Since the strength surpasses him, it is enough to directly crush the past, so why talk about skills?

The power of the strong grass in the wind was exerted to the extreme by him, far surpassing the power that a great grandmaster should have.

Ning Daoqi snorted, his legs were directly kicked off, and his body flew out upside down like a defeat.

The three daughters on the boat, Concubine Xuan, Bai Qing'er and Zheng Shuming, gasped when they saw it, and Fan Qinghui next to her reacted at this moment, and she was about to retreat without thinking about it.

Seeing this situation out of the corner of Bai Qing'er's eyes, she rushed out without hesitation and rushed towards Fan Qinghui.

Zheng Shuming noticed his companion's move, thought about it, and chased after him with a sword.

Concubine Xuan's face was anxious, and from time to time she looked at Wang Jian, who crushed Ning Daoqi, and Fan Qinghui, who had fled, her eyes were full of panic and worry.

She was really worried that Fan Qinghui would not be able to escape, and when she was caught by Wang Jian, she was afraid that the end would not be much better than herself.

And the concubine is confident and knows very well her attraction to Wang Jian.

But although his master is very beautiful in appearance and looks young, he is getting older.

Maybe when the time comes, it will be the discarded existence, and it will be the best result to break into the cold palace.

What's more, Wang Jian is the most disgusting, and the scene where the master is with himself must like it very much.

Therefore, she hoped that Fan Qinghui would escape as soon as possible and not be caught by Wang Jian.

Wang Jian watched and listened to all directions, and immediately determined the scene of several masters of the Demon Gate and Fan Qinghui escaping.

It's just that Zhu Yuyan chased after those few demon masters, and even stopped Xi Ying, and Wan Wan even stopped Zuo Youxian and You Niaoti, what does this mean?

Although he was puzzled, he didn't think much about it, and looked at Ning Daoqi, who fell on the river, his body bounced up and pressed down directly.

Ning Daoqi's limbs were torn and he couldn't exert himself, but he wasn't one waiting for death.

His complexion was already a little distorted, where was the taste of tranquility just now. The indifferent temperament on his body disappeared cleanly, like a dying and struggling person, unable to see the hope of life and angry.

The true qi of the whole body was rioting, stirring up the sky and splashing.

Every drop of water seems to contain extremely terrifying power, like a bullet.

A dragon roared, falling from the sky, shattering the sky and falling into the river.

Dong Shuni and Rong Jiaojiao, who were resting in the bedroom earlier, heard the movement outside, and as soon as they came to the top of the ship in full dress, they were shaken by the violent shock and couldn't stand firmly, and they fell on the deck one after another.

The concubine held the edge of the boat, looking at the rushing river and the faint figure in the water curtain, her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

But when he saw the figure rushing towards Fan Qinghui's place, his heart suddenly fell silent.

The rushing waves crashed on the surface of the river, and a broken corpse bounced up, followed by thick blood and minced flesh, so that the concubine covered her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound.

She turned her head to look around, looking at the corpses of the four holy monks on both sides of the shore, her eyes were confused.

With so many masters all dead in the hands of Wang Jian, does Cihang Jingzhai still have the ability to run for the common people in the world?

The Pure Nian Zen Buddhism has been swept away, and the bronze hall and the white jade square, known as the wonder, have been demolished to the ground, and it is said that they have become the money and grain in the treasury of Luoyang.

The four holy monks all died, Ning Daoqi, who supported Buddhism, also died tragically, and the master may not be able to escape, so what power is there?

The concubine was extremely confused, and she didn't know how to deal with Buddhism in the future.

However, at this moment, Wang Jian came to the battlefield in the blink of an eye, Fan Qinghui's strength is very strong, at least it is not weak Zhu Yuyan's existence.

Although Bai Qing'er and Zheng Shuming followed Wang Jian's side, their strength improved by leaps and bounds, especially Bai Qing'er.

is still far from a master like Zhu Yuyan, although she successfully blocked her, she can only be contained, and her body is already full of colors.

"You stand down, this old Qinglou and bustard will be handed over to me."

Wang Jian said and kicked at Fan Qinghui, who was attacking Bai Qing'er.

Fan Qinghui felt the power in it, and didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, so she hurriedly dodged away.

She saw that the Four Great Holy Monks and Ning Daoqi were all severely injured by the blockage, so she didn't dare to touch them at all.

"Faint king, you can't die well."

Dodging this leg, Fan Qinghui stared at Wang Jian and scolded angrily.

The color empty sword she picked up at some point in her hand turned into a sword shadow and pierced Wang Jian's throat.

Wang Jian stretched out his hand and flicked the tip of the sword, and in the buzzing sound, Fan Qinghui was like a lightning strike, a mouthful of old blood spurted out, and his body retreated violently, and he actually sped up his speed, wanting to escape from here.

"You're underestimating me, this speed is slower than a snail."

Wang Jian was disdainful, and with a step on his feet, Fengshen's legs were like a violent wind, and he quickly pounced.

Bai Qing'er and Zheng Shuming looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief.

Previously, they just watched and became an audience, because they didn't really appreciate the power of the four holy monks and Ning Daoqi, so even if they were shocked, there was a limit.

But just now, in order to stop Fan Qinghui, they did their best, and they still wore colors on their bodies.

But Wang Jian was good, just flicking his fingers, he injured Fan Qinghui, this gap is too exaggerated.

"When did the emperor become so domineering?"

Bai Qing'er's face was blank: "It should have been there a long time ago, but he was too insidious and deliberately hidden, in order to catch a big fish." ”

Zheng Shuming nodded: "Yes, this time the Buddhism Gate has suffered heavy losses." ”

"It's a pity that Your Majesty is obviously not satisfied."

Bai Qing'er came back to her senses and had palpitations. Fortunately, he had no ill intentions, and even made up his mind to assist him, otherwise, he might have been cleaned up by that bastard.

It's too much for such a strong strength to be hidden so deeply.

However, when I thought that when I practiced the Su Nu Sutra with Wang Jian, the other party's terrifying true qi cultivation seemed to have been revealed, but although I was shocked at that time, I didn't think about it so much.

Sure enough, the strength is still too poor, which limits the imagination.

Just when the two were talking, Wang Jian had already returned, holding the immobile Fan Qinghui in his hand.

This Cihang Jingzhai lord was pale with a pale face, a hideous face, and a resentful look in his eyes.

The two women glanced at each other, both seeing the powerlessness in each other's eyes towards the lascivious emperor, but they still stepped forward to congratulate: "Congratulations, Your Majesty!" ”