Why is it that the exercises that have been tried and tested hundreds of times before are now unusable?

He was also cut off by someone.

You must know that the person who died is one of the super masters of Tianxin Temple, Master Ganghu!

He is a loyal believer of Abbot Huiyong, and he respects the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt given by Abbot Huiyong, and his practice is also perfect.

Even he was cut off by someone, let alone the others in the Tianxin Temple?

"Their so-called iron cloth shirts are not invincible in the world, they only need to find where their valve is, which is the acupuncture point under the armpit!"

"Once the valve is broken, their invulnerable exercises will be self-defeating!"

The person who spoke was none other than Han Ying, who had previously found the fate of these demon monks of the Tianxin Temple through detailed observation.

Seeing this, many brocade guards were born with unprecedented confidence, "Rush! Attack the life gate of these demon monks first! ”

"Let's do it, don't be afraid anymore, kill these demon monks, and avenge the people!"

Many monks immediately had frightened expressions on their faces, and for a while, they were at a disadvantage in their hands.

They have lost their greatest reliance – their invulnerability.

Naturally, they lost the confidence to continue fighting.

This situation, which appeared in the temporary battle, was the most deadly!

Suddenly, the situation in the main hall was reversed, and the originally fierce warrior monks were beaten with their heads in their heads, dodging all the way, and they had no intention of fighting again.

But where will the brocade guards let them go?

Many monks, in a hurry, were broken through the gate of life, and then shed blood in the hall.

Seeing this, Abbot Huiyong's face immediately became ugly.

He looked coldly at Han Ying, who was protecting Zhao Hai behind Zhao Hai, "How can a master like you be willing to work under this dog emperor?" ”

"Don't you feel ashamed?"

"You bald donkey, you dare to insult Your Majesty in front of the old man! It's just looking for death! ”

The cold voice spit out from Han Ying's mouth word by word.

His momentum was full of sharpness, as if he was going to cut Huiyong in front of him into two in the next second.

Hui Yong felt Han Ying's murderous gaze, and immediately became a little irresistible, and took two steps backwards in a row.

This is the habit of masters, once they are not sure when the opponent will make a move, then they will open a safe distance.

His face was full of vigilance and threat, as well as the resentment hidden in the depths of his eyes, "How do you know where the fate of my unique magic skill is?" ”

"Could it be that you sent someone to steal the teacher before?"

When Han Ying heard this, he sneered and said, "The world is so big, there are no surprises, what's so strange?" ”

"There's so much you don't know."

"My Great Qin is rich all over the world, how can you speculate about the collection of books?"

"I've seen more than you think!"

After saying that, Hui Yong had already taken the opportunity to rush forward and slapped Han Ying in the face.

Having said this, there is no need to communicate again, and the two sides are just you and me.

"Bang!" With a bang, Han Ying also stretched out a hand and slapped the other party.

For a while, between the two, it was almost dusty, and the bricks on the ground were shattered.

The people who were fighting around were all shocked by this powerful internal force between the two, and no one dared to approach.

The two sides fought, flying up and down, like a fairy battle.

Everyone's attention was drawn to these two people, and no one noticed at all, in some dark corner of this majestic hall.

Jue Ming presided over hiding in the shadows, a pair of eyes, staring at Zhao Hai not far away, exuding a strong resentment, as if with hatred that is not shared.

At one point, a flash of joy flashed across Jueming's face as he saw an excellent opportunity to attack.

A chance to kill Zhao Hai, the Great Qin Emperor, with one blow.

How could he miss such an opportunity?

He used the greatest strength in his life to rush towards Zhao Hai at the fastest speed, and in his hand, he was still holding a dagger more than an inch long.

Because he was deposed, he was no longer sure that he would be killed with one blow when he approached Zhao Hai.

So he needs a dagger to assist.

Thirty steps, twenty steps, ten steps, five steps, three steps......

Seeing that Zhao Hai had already entered the attack range hosted by Jueming, at this time, he only needed to use the inertia of his body to stab the dagger in his hand into Zhao Hai's chest in front of him, then all the pain he suffered would be worth it.

He has lost his mind! Because the pain brought to him by Zhao Hai was too intense, he didn't care about anything anymore, as long as Zhao Hai could die, then he could do whatever he wanted.

But in the next second, he suddenly saw that Zhao Hai turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

In his heart, he suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

There must be something wrong, why can Zhao Hai still laugh? Why didn't he have a look of horror on his face?

For Jueming, he simply couldn't understand it.

"Dog Emperor, death is on the verge of death, and he is still playing tricks! You're dead! Jueming roared wildly, his eyes blood-red, like a lion about to devour people.

Zhao Hai was still motionless, just looking at Jueming.

In the next second, a cold light swept through the air, drawing a crescent-like shape, faintly, like a scimitar flying by.

Ying Wuji jumped out of the air and roared, "Death to the villain!" ”

Blood splattered out and spilled onto the face of Jueming in front of him.

For a while, he couldn't tell whether it was Zhao Hai's blood or his own blood.

Immediately, the sharp pain in his hand made him unbearable, and then a feeling of emptiness came.

He wanted to wave his hand again, but there was no way to do it.

Because, his hand has been cut off.

"Ahh Looking at the arm that was half cut off on the ground, Jue Ming seemed to be crazy.

"Bang!" With a thud, he lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground, clutching his own hand with his only remaining hand, wailing in pain.

Immediately, Ying Wuji stepped forward and kicked away the sword he was holding in his hand, and then scolded angrily: "What are you, dare to attack Your Majesty?" ”

"You brute! Brute! Jueming scolded.

Zhao Hai smiled and touched his nose.

"Those who dare to resist will end up like this." After Zhao Hai finished speaking, he made a gesture.

Then, Ying Wuji, who was behind him, rose and fell with his hands, and cut off the head of Jueming in front of him with a single knife. Jueming was abolished by Zhao Hai before his martial arts, so there is no such thing as a golden bell jar or iron cloth shirt.

Jueming's head rolled down without any accident.

Blood splattered and spilled on the ground, scarlet, terrifying.