Xuan Ku turned his head and saw five male disciples of the Fengyuan faction walking in, led by the yin owl boy who pierced Xuan Ku's legs with a steel needle, Zhao Qiming. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Behind Zhao Qiming, in addition to the three people who attacked Xuanku three days ago, there was also the White Palace Cliff on crutches.

Five people, all murderous.

"Xuan Ku, you are so bold, you dare to seduce my disciple of the Fengyuan faction, hum, are you tired of being alive, right?" Zhao Qiming sneered and said, "We will give you a chance now, abolish your cultivation and break your legs, we can consider sparing your life." ”

"Has your cultivation been restored?" Xuan Ku ignored Zhao Qiming's proposal, but asked with a frown.

"What do you say?" Zhao Qiming sneered, and a strong Dao Yuan fluctuation emanated.

The day after tomorrow?

No wonder he would be so vulnerable under the other party's sneak attack, it turns out that this guy has an acquired cultivation.

Knowing that these five people had resumed their cultivation, Xuan Ku immediately understood that the reason why the three elders of them asked Luo Rong to come to him was to give the five male disciples an excuse so that they could take the opportunity to teach themselves a lesson.

Otherwise, who gave them the seals to break? Why did they break their seals? Can there be any other purpose than to let them find fault?

Zhao Qiming walked towards Xuan Ku step by step, and said with a cruel smile on his face: "Give you three breaths of time, self-abandonment of cultivation, self-cutting of your legs, and return the Suxin Buddha pendant to Senior Brother Bai, I will spare you from dying, otherwise, hum, we have a way to kill you." ”

I don't know how many times I've heard such a proposal, anyway, the next sentence is: I said I wouldn't kill you, but I didn't say that my junior brother wouldn't kill you.

This kind of routine is seen a lot of bitterness.

"Just a few of you?" Xuan Ku laughed, exuding a strong fighting intent on his body, "Come on, let the poor monk see what you are capable of." ”

Before Xuan Ku's words fell, he had already rushed to Zhao Qiming first.

"Vajra is in the clutches of the devil. ”

Xuan Ku's hands, flashing with a faint golden light, suddenly slapped Zhao Qiming's chest.

"Looking for death!" Zhao Qiming sneered, the long sword came out of its sheath, and stabbed at Xuan Ku's palm head-on.

In the face of the bitterness of cultivation far below himself and bare-handed, Zhao Qiming actually drew his sword to greet him, which was really shameless.

However, Zhao Qiming does not have such an awareness, since he has done it, he must go all out.

In the face of the sharp long sword, Xuan Ku could only dodge, but Zhao Qiming pressed step by step, a set of ruthless swordsmanship, constantly performing, forcing Xuan Ku had no power to fight back, so he could only retreat step by step.

"Zhao Qiming, you are so shameless. Luo Rong scolded loudly, preparing to join forces with Xuan Ku to fight the enemy.

However, before Luo Rong could make a move, he was stopped by several other male disciples of the Fengyuan faction.

"Senior Sister Luo Rong, do you want to help Xuan Ku deal with Senior Brother Zhao?" a male disciple stopped Luo Rong and said with a smile, "Don't do it in vain, even if you join forces with Xuan Ku, you are not Senior Brother Zhao's opponent." ”

In just a few breaths, Xuan Ku had been forced back into the corner by Zhao Qiming, and there was no room to dodge.

Zhao Qiming's moves are ruthless, his shots are ruthless, every move has to put Xuan Ku to death, plus his cultivation is far beyond Xuan Ku, and his speed is one point faster, so that Xuan Ku has no power to parry.

Brush!

Zhao Qiming stabbed Xuan Ku in the chest with a sword, and Xuan Ku, who was forced into a corner, could only twist his body hard, and he could avoid this sword

"Hmph!" Zhao Qiming snorted coldly, and slashed the blade diagonally towards Xuan Ku's chest with his backhand.

Laugh at!

Rao is Xuan Ku retreated in time, and a deep wound was also cut on his chest, and the blood instantly soaked the monk's robe.

Xuan Ku gritted his teeth, and a ruthless force erupted, he knew that he was not Zhao Qiming's opponent, if he continued to dodge, he would inevitably die, so he was ruthless, endured the sharp pain in his chest, and slapped the clutches of King Kong towards Zhao Qiming.

Bang!

Zhao Qiming took a few steps back, but he was unscathed, the gap in cultivation was too big after all, and the Xuan Kuang Fu Demon Clutch had not yet reached home, and his power was limited.

Fortunately, Xuan Ku finally got rid of the shackles of the corner of the wall and came to the statue of the Buddha, he needed a weapon, and in the main hall, the only thing that could be used by him was the incense burner weighing two hundred catties.

"Die!" Zhao Qiming suddenly increased his speed, jumped a sharp step, and stabbed Xuan Ku in the chest with his long sword.

Where are you hiding?

Zhao Qiming sneered, he was sure that this sword would be able to penetrate Xuan Ku's heart, because behind Xuan Ku was the statue of the Buddha, and for the disciples of Buddhism, the meaning of the Buddha statue was indescribable.

Therefore, Zhao Qiming was 100% sure that Xuan Ku would definitely resist this sword.

But Zhao Qiming guessed wrong, Xuan Ku, a monk, has no piety at all for dead things like Buddha statues, and he has even done all kinds of disrespectful behaviors towards Buddha statues.

The corners of Xuan Ku's mouth raised slightly, and he turned sideways suddenly, and after dodging the sword, he grabbed the incense soil in the incense burner and sprinkled it at Zhao Qiming.

Zhao Qiming's sword, using all his strength, there was no possibility of stopping, seeing Xuan Ku dodging away, a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then, he saw a handful of dust rushing towards him in front of him.

Zhao Qiming, who was defenseless, hurriedly closed his eyes, and the sword in his hand pierced directly into the statue of the Buddha.

And Xuan Ku took advantage of this rare opportunity to grab the incense burner and buckle it upside down on Zhao Qiming's head.

Bang!

The incense burner weighing more than 200 catties was directly buckled on Zhao Qiming's head.

His head was hit by the incense burner, and Zhao Qiming suddenly bled profusely, and the sword in his hand was firmly pierced into the Buddha statue made of gold.

Bang, bang, bang!

Xuan Ku picked up the incense burner, used all the strength of his body, and smashed it on Zhao Qiming again and again.

"Master Zhao, how does it feel to be beaten?" asked Xuan Ku with a grit as he smashed it.

"Xuan Ku, you are shameless. Zhao Qiming roared.

At this time, Zhao Qiming's head was full of fragrant soil and incense ashes, and he couldn't open his eyes at all, and his sword was still stuck on the Buddha statue, barehanded, and he was like a blind man, how could he avoid the attack of Xuan Ku.

"Am I shameless?yes, I'm shameless, what can you do with me?" Xuan Ku laughed as he picked up the incense burner and smashed it desperately at Zhao Qiming.

"Hehe, it's fun. Xuan Ku laughed while smashing, making Zhao Qiming vomit blood angrily.

"Xuan Ku suffers death!" At this time, another male disciple of the Fengyuan Sect suddenly rushed behind Xuan Ku.

However, before he could make a move, he saw the huge incense burner, kissed his face, and the whole person was kissed by the incense burner more than ten meters away.

Just that, he was kissed unconscious.

And the incense burner in Xuan Ku's hand smashed on Zhao Qiming again without pause.

Zhao Qiming shouted angrily, he knew better than anyone that if Xuan Ku wanted to stun himself, as long as he used a little more strength, he could lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

However, Xuan Ku didn't do this, every time he waved the incense burner, he picked out the parts that were not fatal, and the strength was just right, not to smash him unconscious, but also to make him feel enough pain.

Zhao Qiming gritted his teeth and held back a word.

The dignified monk who became a little adult was beaten by a thirteen-year-old kid and had no power to fight back, which is shameful enough, if he screams again, I am afraid that he will not be able to raise his head and be a man in his life.

Xuan bitterness is clearly a deliberate humiliation of himself.

Zhao Qiming really wanted to faint, so that he wouldn't have to be humiliated by Xuan Ku.

"Master Zhao, the poor monk is going to smash your head, you be careful. Xuan Ku held the incense burner and shook it on Zhao Qiming's head, his meaning was clear, I was going to hit your head, do you hide or not?

Zhao Qiming didn't want to hide anymore, he couldn't wait for him to faint earlier.

However, the shamelessness of Xuan Ku was far beyond Zhao Qiming's imagination, I saw him holding an incense burner, on Zhao Qiming's head, not hurting or itching, and gently knocking it, that strength is not as good as a brain melon collapse.

"Haha, it's so funny, Master Zhao, why don't you dodge?" asked Xuan Ku knowingly.

Zhao Qiming spit out a mouthful of blood, became angry and fainted, but he couldn't understand that in this hall, there were clearly two junior disciples of the Fengyuan faction, why didn't they help, but instead watched themselves being humiliated by Xuanku?