"Hahaha, does the emperor want to teach him personally? That Lao Tzu is blessed, I didn't expect to be able to fight the emperor in this life."

Xue Yuan said this, his eyes looked back, "The people behind him are all martial arts seniors, and their martial arts cultivation is above Xue Mou, but no one should fight with Lao Tzu!"

Xue Yuan said, carrying the double Yue and flying towards Chongzhen...... Xue Yuan just rushed to Chongzhen's approach, only to see him stunned, and felt

The Sword of the Son of Heaven had pierced through his chest, and the long blade of the sword pierced through his back, and the blood rushed wildly.

Xue Yuan's two big eyes almost protruded from the outside of his sockets, shining with an incredible light, his body was twisted, and as his life passed, his eyes also lost their luster.

Chongzhen's sword flicked out for a moment, and the corpse fell outside the Great Wall again.

"Which one will come and die?" Chongzhen's blood-dripping sword pointed diagonally at the void.

The remaining 10 White Lotus Sect disciples were all shocked.

In Donglin Temple, Xue Yuan is also a well-known master, and his cultivation is a congenital three-percent realm, and a pair of mandarin ducks and mothers are arrogant.

Unexpectedly, in front of Chongzhen, he was pierced through the chest by a sword, and he had no power to fight back.

These innate masters didn't even see what tricks Chongzhen used.

How fast is the swordsmanship?

"Let me come!" A shout, like a thunderbolt, a white shadow went straight to Chongzhen.

This group of White Lotus disciples saw that it was the first Jingyuan monk of Donglin Temple who rushed up, he was the successor of the abbot, and he was second only to the abbot Huiyuan in terms of martial arts cultivation.

His Thunderbolt Mixed Yuan Palm had already reached the innate 5th layer realm.

Jingyuan shook his palms, and his true qi was vigorous, like a thunderbolt wind.

Chongzhen squinted at his luck, the ring scar on his head should have just been burned with incense, glowing with white light.

Chongzhen wiped the blood of the sword in a corpse, and only poked it behind him, and the sword of the Son of Heaven was accurately sheathed.

Then Chongzhen pulled the sleeves of the loose dragon robe up and hooked him with his middle finger, meaning to let him come over.

Just this action, it is not very hurtful, but it is extremely insulting.

"Faint Lord takes over!" Jingyuan's anger exploded, and the thunderbolt palm smashed towards Chongzhen, and the people around him retreated one after another.

Chongzhen stood there motionless, and the air around him gradually formed a bell-shaped silhouette.

With a dull sound, Jingyuan was shaken out five feet away, and he almost fell off the Great Wall.

"Golden bell jar?"

"You're right, there's also the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descendant!"

Chongzhen said that the dragon walked and the tiger walked, both palms came out, a move dragon fought in the wild, the dragon roared and the tiger roared, Jingyuan flew into the sky, his body instantly shrank several times, and then fell down to the outside of the Great Wall.

"Innate Perfection Realm?" The remaining 9 White Lotus Sect disciples, including the eldest brother who took the lead, were also staring at each other.

"Don't talk nonsense, I think you should go together, my time is precious, I don't have time to send you to the West Heaven one by one!"

"Kill!"

The eight White Lotus disciples each held swords and surrounded Chongzhen.

Chongzhen gently patted the scabbard, and the sword of the Son of Heaven flew out of the body, flying into the sky, and when it fell, Chongzhen reached out to take the sword in his hand.

Eight innate masters circled around Chongzhen for half a circle and pounced together.

The 8 of them are all congenital 4-layer masters, including those from Donglin Temple, those invited from outside the temple, monks, veterans, and laymen.

Eight monks, monks and laymen are considered to have made it up.

Chongzhen's body turned and used the sword technique to ward off evil spirits.

The sword wind was whistling, the sword light was swirling, and in an instant, Chongzhen was shrouded in a cloud of white mist.

However, this white mist flashed away, Chongzhen's outline became clear again, and when the blood-dripping sword waved, there were 6 White Lotus Sect disciples, who fell in a pool of blood, and two of them also planted the city wall.

The abbot of Donglin Temple, Monk Huiyuan, was shocked, his head shook a dragon and swung his tail, and a string of Buddhist beads on his head flew out with a roar and smashed towards Chongzhen.

Chongzhen was just about to swing his sword to kill the remaining 4 white-clothed cultists, when he saw an object flying in the air, with a gust of wind, Chongzhen turned his body to one side and turned his head away.

The beads hit the female wall of the city wall, and with a click, sparks flew and the huge bricks made of stone were smashed.

Then the Buddha bead bounced back, and Huiyuan caught the Buddha bead and threw it at Chongzhen again.

The Buddha beads roared and hovered above Chongzhen's head, Chongzhen once again used the sword technique to ward off evil spirits, and the pace of Chongzhen's feet turned.

Between the white sword light, this string of Buddha beads is like a pearl with a broken thread, beating in the air, Chongzhen caught a handful of Buddha beads with his other hand, and with a wave of his hand, several beads flew towards Huiyuan.

Abbot Huiyuan's pupils narrowed, and he did a somersault, dodging a few that flew in the air, but there was still a bead that he didn't dodge, and he hit Huiyuan's ass with a snap, and it was deeply embedded, and the blood suddenly came down.

"Evil swordsmanship? Let's go!"

Huiyuan finally recognized this set of swordsmanship.

One sword can deal with 8 innate 4-layer masters, and 6 with one sword, and only the Demon Sect's evil sword technique has such power.

Huiyuan spoke, held the big Zen staff upside down, and jumped off the Great Wall.

In fact, he didn't say to go quickly, those two White Lotus Sect disciples ran faster than him, and they were long gone.

Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty, the force is so terrifying, are you waiting to die here?

"Count you as fast as you can." Chongzhen sneered and sheathed his sword.

Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty Chongzhen