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Zhen Zhibing, who was in charge of the sect, knelt on the ground like this, only to hear the Mongolian high-ranking official read aloud: "The head of the Quanzhen Sect is the ......."

At this moment, a mutation protruded.

I saw several disciples of the three generations of the Quanzhen Sect behind him winking at each other, brushing a few times, the cold light flashed, and each of them took out their long swords from under their robes. Among them, Li Zhichang and Wang Zhitan hurriedly grabbed it, and where their wrists were shaking, the tips of the two long swords were already pointing at Zhen Zhibing's vest. Li Zhichang shouted: "This religion is founded with loyalty and righteousness, and will never surrender to Mongolia." Zhen Zhibing betrayed his ancestors and destroyed his ancestors, and heaven and man abandoned him, so he could no longer be in charge. ”

And the other three generations of disciples each held their own long swords, surrounding the Mongolian high-ranking officials and their party.

This change came very suddenly. Although Zhen Zhibing knew that Li Zhichang and the others were not convinced, but he wanted to be in charge of the sect with great authority, and no one dared to resist, since he had to take this position, he was the supreme leader of the sect, and the decree issued by the five division commanders could not rashly oppose it, and he never expected that the other party would dare to use force against the sect.

At this time, Zhen Zhibing's vest was pointed at the two swords, and if he was an ordinary person, he should have been afraid of it, but he couldn't see this on his face at all.

"Are you going to make trouble?" Zhen Zhibing said lightly.

Although the tone was extremely flat, when Li Zhichang and the others heard it, they only felt a chill on their backs, thinking of the strange methods used by Zhen Zhibing when he killed Zhao Zhijing a few days ago, this feeling became more and more obvious.

Wang Zhitan tightened the sword in his hand and shouted: "Traitor! If you dare to move, I will teach you two more transparent holes in your body." ”

"How do you want to poke two transparent skeletons out of me, I want to see it!"

Zhen Zhibing sneered, stretched out his long arm back suddenly, grabbed a handful on the left and a handful on the right, and casually snatched the long swords in the hands of Wang Zhitan and Li Zhichang, and threw his backhand, directly through Wang Zhitan's chest.

Wang Zhitan glanced down at the two transparent holes in his chest, and fell to the ground with a bang, without blinking his eyes until he died.

At the same time, Zhen Zhibing stretched out his right palm and slapped it towards Li Zhichang's chest. Li Zhichang crossed his arms in front of his chest, only to feel a huge force coming, and the whole person flew upside down and crashed into the stone wall in the distance, fainting to death.

Zhen Zhibing's sword, sword, and palm are all extremely fast, only a matter of a moment. He then flicked the sleeves of his robe, and with both palms out, he shook the long swords of the other five Quanzhen Great Disciples beside him. He used three moves in a row to defeat the seven masters of the Quanzhen Sect, and hundreds of people in the hall were all shocked. Although Zhen Zhibing was already in charge of the sect at this time, it should not be much different from the martial arts of Li Zhichang and others, who were also disciples of the third generation, and it was impossible for him to do such a thunderbolt even if it was his division commander Changchun Zhenren.

"Zhen Zhibing, you are not using the martial arts of your own sect!" Qi Zhicheng asked loudly.

Zhen Zhibing glanced at Qi Zhicheng and them coldly, and said slowly: "From today onwards, where is the law enforcement team." ”

"In!"

Thirteen fourth-generation disciples came out in response, all of these people had a strong murderous aura on their bodies, if they hadn't worn this Taoist robe, who would have regarded them as Taoist priests.

"According to the canons of this religion, what is the crime of apostasy?" Zhen Zhibing looked at them and said coldly.

"When you cut yourself off before the statue of the Three Qing Gods. Thirteen fourth-generation disciples replied in unison, murderous.

"The state has its own laws, and there are rules for help. Even if this master has the virtue of a good life, it can no longer be tolerated, so you can practice the Dharma for the ancestors. ”

"Yes!"

The sound of the blade breaking through the air and sneering.

Zhen Zhibing looked at his palm, and at this time, a kind of pleasure suddenly arose in his heart, turning his hands into clouds, covering his hands into rain, and playing with life and death in his palms.

A few terrible screams sounded, and the remaining five third-generation disciples were unable to resist the attack of this group of fourth-generation disciples, and they were soon killed on the spot, and the casualties of those fourth-generation disciples were not more than half. If you look closely, you can find that the martial arts used by these dozen people are exactly the same as those used by Zhen Zhibing.

The terrible screams evoked some bad memories of Zhen Zhibing, and his face was a little gloomy at this time.

"Is there anyone who still opposes the fact that this master is canonized by Mongolia?"

Wherever Zhen Zhibing's gaze passed, the all-true disciples in the hall all lowered their heads.

"Very ......" Zhen Zhibing nodded, and as soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by a sudden voice.

"I'm against it. ”

The voice seemed to be miles away a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, it was close at hand.

Everyone raised their eyes and saw two figures suddenly appear at the door of the main hall, a man and a woman. The man was dressed in green clothes, unindescribably uninhibited and chic, while the woman was dressed in white, standing beside the man, like a flower blooming in the wind.

Zhen Zhibing raised his eyes to look at the man who suddenly broke into Chongyang Palace, his eyes could no longer leave, and an extremely tyrannical aura came from him.

"It's you. Zhen Zhibing's hoarse voice sounded in the main hall.

Anyone can hear the pent-up hatred here.

It is the kind of monstrous hatred that hates to gnaw on its flesh, drink its blood, and cramp its tendons, and to crush its bones and scatter ashes after death.

Wang Chan smiled and said, "It's me." ”

It's all in plain sight.

Back then, Zhen Zhibing's temperament has changed greatly since he was abolished by Wang Chan, but he hid it well. As the saying goes, "murderous hatred comes from within, and hatred is born from endurance", the more he forbears, the deeper his hatred for Wang Chan becomes.

Later, after hearing the news of Wang Chan jumping off the cliff, he originally thought that he had been able to let go of this hatred. Until a year ago, a monk suddenly appeared in front of him.

He hated all the monks, and sure enough, this monk brought pain to him again, and at that time, Zhen Zhibing knew in his heart that the person he wanted to break his body into pieces was not dead. Fortunately, this monk also gave him hope, Zhen Zhibing not only obtained the Tantric Supreme Heart Method from him, but also was told that Sun Gen still had hope of growing.

This is an irresistible temptation for any eunuch, and in front of this, all the family affection and national righteousness of the family are all thrown aside by him.

As long as the roots of children and grandchildren grow, they can get close to the person he thinks about day and night again.

He assassinated the master for this reason, and brought the entire Quanzhen Sect into a place of no return.

"You're not dead. Zhen Zhibing looked at Wang Chan, and his face returned to normal.

"You're not dead, how can I die. Wang Chan chuckled.

"Do you regret it now, regret that you didn't kill me with a sword in the first place? It's a pity that you don't have this chance now!"

"Since all this is the cause of my planting, then it is natural for me to solve the effect. I could have killed you with a single sword, and I can now. Wang Chan looked at Zhen Zhibing and said slowly. (To be continued.) )