Because, at this time, Jueming could no longer suppress his anger and lost his mind.

He looked at Zhao Hai with a gaze, like an angry tiger, unstoppable by anyone.

Similarly, Zhao Hai, who was furious, could not stop and let the dispute stop.

Sure enough, in the next second, Zhao Hai said coldly: "Scrapped you?" It's good to spare you, but you can afford to be worthwhile! ”

"Come on, take this villain for me! Dispose of it according to law! ”

Han Ying had already prepared for the fierce color in Jueming's eyes.

He struck out like lightning, and his withered hands, like deadly swords, slammed into the Jueming host in front of him.

Jue Ming also did not refuse, he looked at Han Ying's lightning-like hands, and he also pushed suddenly, colliding with Han Ying's hands.

The two were obviously fighting each other, but the sound of gold and iron came out.

"Bang!" After a loud collision, the two parted from each other, each staring at each other in amazement.

It seems that he didn't expect that the opponent would be so strong.

It's just that the high and low can still be seen.

Han Ying stood in place, not moving.

And Jueming was obviously inferior to Han Ying, and he staggered back a few steps before he stood firm.

Jueming's face turned pale, and he looked a little unconvinced.

Originally, his skills were at least equal to Han Ying's, or even slightly better than Han Ying.

It's just that he shot to kill that Gongsun Wuji before, and was slapped by the angry Han Ying in his viscera.

At this time, the internal organs were surging up and down, and it was extremely uncomfortable, so it weakened Han Ying.

"Humph! You horseman, I don't believe that you can surpass my many years of Buddhism! Again! ”

In Jueming's eyes, a large area of blood and a hideous look appeared, as if he wanted to devour Han Ying alive.

Looking at this, where do you still look like a compassionate Buddhist?

The two sides fought each other and made moves, which were all fatal blows.

The faces of the people in Tianxin Temple changed, and they had not yet reacted from the dramatic changes in the situation in front of them for a while.

Many of the monks were a little dumbfounded and at a loss.

Therefore, they had no choice but to set their eyes on the most respected abbot Huiyong in the courtyard.

I hope that Abbot Huiyong will be able to give them ideas to deal with the worrying situation in front of them.

But even with the wisdom of Abbot Huiyong, at this moment, he only felt deeply powerless.

He could have prevented it from happening, but unfortunately, Jueming was too impulsive, and there was no room for easing the conflict at all.

His vision was too short-sighted, and he was so excited by Zhao Hai's words that he couldn't speak.

Abbot Huiyong didn't say a word, and continued to watch the fight between Han Ying and Jueming, and it was obvious that Jueming had fallen behind.

He is no match for this master raised by the imperial court.

At this time, Huiyong looked at Zhao Hai again, and saw the obscurity and mystery flashing in Zhao Hai's eyes.

Huiyong only felt that his heart was suffocated, and an unprecedented cloud shrouded his heart.

What a formidable opponent.

It turned out that everything, including the anger that intensified Jueming, was in the plan of the Great Xia monarch in front of him.

Jueming, it's over.

When he looked at Jueming again, a trace of pity and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

With such a good top-level warrior monk's combat power, I'm afraid it will be folded on top of this Buddha hall today.

The Great War continues.

It wasn't until both sides were exhausted that the winner was decided.

At this time, the ground was full of messes, temple gates, Buddha statues, and many Buddhist utensils, such as Buddha shrines, Buddha lamps, Buddha statues, etc., were all shattered.

Jueming was knocked to the ground, covered in blood, screaming and roaring, as if he did not admit defeat at all.

Han Ying was covered in dust, but he was not injured much, he looked at Jueming in front of him indifferently, and swung his last punch.

This punch opened the mountain and cracked the rocks, almost shattering Jueming's internal organs.

No one could imagine what kind of power Han Ying's thin body contained.

"Ahh Jueming vomited blood in a big gulp, unable to withstand Han Ying's final blow.

Jueming's eyes were full of horror, like a captured beast, struggling and twisting.

An emotion called fear spread to Jueming's heart, making Jueming feel like falling into an ice cave.

"Abbot! Help me! ”

Jueming is so desperate, there is darkness in front of him, and only Abbot Huiyong is his only life-saving straw.

Seeing this, Zhao Hai sneered, like a killing god, without the slightest emotion.

He glanced at Hui Yong, who was beside him with a calm face and remained silent, and said coldly to Jue Ming, "You are very disrespectful in front of the Son of Heaven, and you are trying to do something to me. ”

"Don't say it's your abbot, even if Sakyamuni is here, I can't save you today."

"Do it immediately, and abolish all the martial arts and tendons of this Jueming, I want to see how many arms and legs he has."

"No." Han Ying still had strength left, and his internal strength was endless, and he slapped Jueming in front of him.

Only where the keel was heard, there was a loud crisp sound.

"Ahh

Jueming screamed miserably, and the soul on his body seemed to swing out and twist into a maggot.

"Bang!"

Han Ying didn't intend to stop, but stepped on Jueming's arm.

With a click, the bones shattered, as if they had chopped the bones of a pig's stick.

Jueming's face immediately turned pale, and his whole body twitched up and down as if he had epilepsy.

He was in great pain, his muscles and fascia twitching, and he was literally tortured.

Jueming tried to resist Han Ying with his other intact hand, but he didn't expect to be caught by Han Ying.

"Click!"

There was a creepy sound of branches being twisted, sparsely and creepy.

The viewer's pupils are dilated, their faces are white and their hearts are beating, and they are convulsed with fear, which is indescribable.

Especially the monks of Tianxin Temple, they all know that the person who was punished in front of him is the number one master in Tianxin Temple, presided over by Jueming, and is in charge of the training and martial arts of all the warrior monks on one side.

Except for Ganghu, who can make two moves with Jueming on weekdays, everyone else, except for him, is a defeated player under Jueming.

Unexpectedly, in front of the subordinates brought by Zhao Hai, he was beaten like a three-year-old child, and then broke his hands and feet and was tortured.

It was enough to support a stick of incense for a long time, and he was abused like this.

Is this the unfathomable heritage of the Great Qin Emperor?

At this moment, Huiyong had to re-examine how high the secular power was, whether it was above the clouds, and whether there was such a high level of existence that they couldn't imagine?

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Zhao Hai looked at Abbot Huiyong on the side, and said with a smile: "Abbot, I don't know what you want to do?" ”

"Is it possible, Abbot Huiyong is not convinced?" Zhao Hai said rather scoundrelly.