"Slandering the Dharma should go to hell with tongue pulling!"

After receiving En-or Qiu Batian's words, Monk Puhong's eyebrows rose, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Tongue Pulling Hell? Very good! ”

Song Mingjing smiled dumbly, too lazy to talk nonsense, flicked his fingers, and a wisp of invisible energy was stimulated from his fingertips.

Choke!

The sword in Chen Ruoni's palm trembled, the scabbard shook suddenly, and the long sword suddenly ejected, turning into a line of streamer, and flew obliquely into Song Mingjing's palm.

With the sword in hand, Song Mingjing backhanded.

Crash!

The sword light flowed like water waves, rippling brightly, and swept towards Monk Puhong.

Pu Hong still had a sneer on his face, and the sword light had completely enveloped him like a bleak wind and cold rain, and he didn't react at all, his two arms detached from his arms steeply and flew out.

Song Mingjing's sword momentum was endless, but when he saw a cold light in mid-air, the blade of the sword pierced into Puhong's mouth.

With the turn of "Click", Puhong's teeth have been minted, and one of his tongues has turned into bloody mud.

Then the terrible screams sounded in the Buddha hall, like the wailing of a night owl.

The sword momentum swirled in the air again, and the sharp qi seemed to condense into a glowing match, cutting the air with a sharp and murderous aura, making a continuous sound of "Xiuxiu", and suddenly rotated around Song Mingjing himself and Chen Ruoni.

Bang!

The monks who were originally surrounding the two of them all seemed to have been hit by a sharp force, and they flew out with a bang, and the dozen or so monks in front were even cut off by the sword qi and their limbs were separated.

According to some monks, they kidnapped women, killed people for money, and made soup with human bones and human flesh were all coerced by Qiu Batian, not the original will.

It was later that Bao Zheng and others broke the case of Jinlong Temple, and only punished the first few evildoers, and the other monks gently let it go.

But this statement seems to Song Mingjing to be pure nonsense, and he still wants to be so easily whitewashed as an accomplice, do those who died tragically agree to it?

He is not a righteous and righteous person, and he has to investigate whether he is innocent or not.

The easiest way to do this is to send them down and ask the dead if they understand.

The cold sword light, the skull was cold, and Qiu Batian's face turned iron blue.

He was terrified, and he couldn't stop the chill rising in his heart.

Even if his identity has been revealed for many years, Qiu Batian is also shocked but not chaotic, he is a flower thief who can commit crimes in several provinces, and kidnap many women for sexual pleasure, and he is still at ease, and naturally has an arrogant confidence.

In terms of martial arts, he can be called a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, not to mention that he also has a smart poisoning ability to rely on.

Originally, in Qiu Batian's eyes, Song Mingjing and Chen Ruoni were just stunned for the fledgling, and they didn't know where to know his secret, so they recklessly came to "do chivalrous righteousness".

This kind of brainless stunned blue, he has seen a lot in the past, and there are more of them planted in his hands, Qiu Batian has never put it in his eyes.

The only thing that made him a little regretful was that the lair of the Golden Dragon Temple could not continue to stay.

Qiu Batian had already sentenced Song Mingjing to death in his heart, and he planned to molest his female companion in front of the latter, but as soon as Song Mingjing waved his sword, Qiu Batian knew that he was wrong.

Miss by a mile!

This is not a little white rabbit that he can handle at will, but a rampage, unrivaled wild beast, just the ferocity that erupted in that moment made his scalp numb, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Master! The world's best master!

With a wave of his hand, the long sword struck, moving like a thunderbolt, and the sword qi was like a substance, instantly killing more than a dozen people, such martial arts can be called shocking and terrifying.

Qiu Batian was horrified in his heart at the same time, but he also felt incredible, no matter how the other party looked at it, he was only in his twenties, how did he cultivate this incredible cultivation?

He couldn't think about it too much, the cold breath was imminent, Qiu Batian instinctively fell backwards, and the rosary twisted between his right palm suddenly collapsed.

Whoa!

The round and clear, black and bright Buddha beads flew into the air and scattered all over the sky.

Under the stimulation of energy, it was like a bullet out of the chamber, and it was shot at Song Mingjing's chest, face door and other vital points.

Song Mingjing's expression was unwavering, his left hand was open, his fingers were wide open, his five fingers were thundering, and a lotus flower was blooming, but when he heard the crisp sound, none of the rosaries were missing, and they all rolled back under his flick!

Cracking sound!

"Ahh

Qiu Batian let out a miserable howl and fell to the ground, his hands and feet had been broken and fractured by the rosary, and blood was splashed out.

A pitch-black pill rolled out from his monk's robe, and when it landed, it turned into a puff of black smoke, sizzling, obviously highly poisonous.

With a flick of the sleeves of Song Mingjing's robe, a light breeze swept out and swept the black smoke towards Qiu Batian.

Qiu Batian's face was frightened, and he wanted to dodge, but his hands and feet were broken, and he could only watch as he was covered in black smoke, and between his breaths, his face was covered with a layer of blue and black gas, and his muscles were exposed, which was extremely hideous and terrifying.

"Self-inflicted!"

Chen Ruoni looked at this scene and snorted coldly.

She crawled out of the pile of bones, but she didn't feel much discomfort with Song Mingjing's ruthless shot.

The rest of the monks were all dead, some were so frightened that their feces and urine came out, and they were paralyzed on the ground, unable to move, but some of them shouted loudly and fled in all directions.

Hula!

Song Mingjing's body spread out like a whirlwind, and his body seemed to turn into a shadow in an instant, turning into more than a dozen shadows, and pounced on every corner of the Buddhist hall.

The figure swayed, the sharp wind howled, and a famous monk fell one after another.

The fastest one to flee only escaped three or five steps, and was knocked down by his manipulative energy.

Putting the long sword back into the sheath, ignoring the sound of wailing and begging for mercy, Song Mingjing looked at Chen Ruoni and said, "Girl, you wait here for a while, don't move, I'll go to the temple to check and see if there is any alive." ”

"Good!" Chen Ruoni nodded obediently, and then pressed the hilt of the sword with her hand, looking at Qiu Batian and the others with a calm expression.

Qiu Batian and others have the habit of cooking human flesh, and there may be some tragic scenes in the temple that they can't bear to witness, and Song Mingjing will not let Chen Ruoni and a woman investigate.

And Song Mingjing's spiritual power is far superior to ordinary people, and under his full attention, no slight sound within a radius of ten zhang can escape his induction.

If there were still living mouths in this Golden Dragon Temple that had been captured by Qiu Batian and the others, even if they were imprisoned in the underground secret room, he could easily detect it.

After all, Jinlong Temple was just a small temple, and Song Mingjing didn't even use half an hour of work, so he returned to the front hall and shook his head at Chen Ruoni.

Chen Ruoni saw a gloomy look on his face, looked at a wooden barrel he was carrying, smelled a strong smell of fire oil, and asked softly, "Brother Song, who are you?" ”

On the contrary, some monks who collapsed on the ground were the first to react, their faces changed drastically, and they shouted: "Young man spare his life!" ”

In response to them, the fire oil sprinkled in the sky filled the entire Buddhist hall in an instant, the pungent smell diffused, and the candle flame fell and burned violently.