"Hall Master, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is here, he is Chongzhen, and the sword just now is the sword technique to ward off evil spirits!" Hui Yuandao, who has been watching the battle with Sikong Liao in the back.

The two of them are here for the Ming Emperor.

Sikong Liao only then noticed that Chongzhen appeared in his sight.

Just now, he was a disciple on the spot, and he was relatively relieved to the eldest apprentice Ling Yuan, because the eldest apprentice's martial arts cultivation was the highest.

The other three disciples, although they are also in the innate realm, have a lower level of martial arts cultivation.

Therefore, his attention was mainly on these three disciples.

This is a rare opportunity to experience, the White Lotus Sect and ordinary officers and soldiers fight, of course, it can't compare to the present, the emperor is at the nine gates, and the soldiers who escort him are definitely elite divisions, as well as the masters of the Son of Heaven's pro-army Jinyi Wei Da Nei, etc.

This kind of training opportunity is very rare for them, and they may not be able to encounter this after a lifetime of wandering the rivers and lakes.

Therefore, Sikong Liao brought all his four disciples to open their eyes.

I didn't expect it to end like this.

That is, the kung fu of a meal, the eldest disciple Ling Yuan faded out of his sight, the second disciple Qin Shan was killed, and the remaining two disciples Zhao Jin and Zhang Hu were all injured and defeated.

There is no need for Abbot Huiyuan to remind him, Sikong Liao can also see it, because the emperor's outfit is unique.

Before Sikong Liao's anger could erupt, Li Qiniang threw a bloody human head over and rolled it down at his feet.

"Big brother?"

Zhao Jin and Zhang Hu, who were injured and hiding behind Sikong Liao, had sharp eyes, and their upper bodies recognized that this head belonged to his senior brother Ling Yuan.

"Apprentice?"

Sikong Liao's heart was dripping blood, and in the blink of an eye, the corpses of the eldest disciple and the second disciple were divided into two, and the third apprentice and the fourth apprentice were injured.

Sikong Liao has been cultivated for many years, and once he died here, he couldn't help but break his liver and intestines.

"Apprentice all the way, the teacher will avenge you!" Sikong Liao gritted his teeth and stared at Chongzhen, flashing with a fire-breathing gaze.

"The faint monarch actually cultivated the sword technique of warding off evil spirits, and did not hesitate to be the enemy of the world's martial arts, and the old man wants to eliminate the harm of the martial arts today!" Speaking of this, the true qi of the whole body was vigorous, and his beard was shaking.

The two of Huiyuan's abbot and Sikong's material

The monks and two daos behind Chongzhen were also shocked when they heard Sikong Liao's words, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty actually practiced the sword technique of warding off evil spirits?

Chongzhen's sword that killed Qin Shan just now was too fast, and the cultivation of one monk and two martial arts was so high that the three of them didn't even see it clearly.

Now that Abbot Huiyuan and Sikong Liao said this, the three of them nodded tacitly, yes, it should be the sword technique to ward off evil spirits!

We must not sit idly by......

Chongzhen had long noticed this white-haired old man, Abbot Huiyuan and Chongzhen had fought each other, and at this time Monk Huiyuan was standing beside Sikong Liao.

Dressed in white, it was particularly obvious in the firelight, and the old man's face was full of majesty, and his eyes were as bright as stars in the sky.

Therefore, the goal is very conspicuous, and Chongzhen can see at a glance that Sikong Liao's cultivation is an innate realm.

It is the same as the current Chongzhen's cultivation.

However, Chongzhen does not underestimate him, because of the cultivation at the same level, the level of martial arts is also very different.

"Hahaha, for the martial arts? I see you as the harm!" Chongzhen talked and laughed, "Your White Lotus Sect is uneven, and there is a certain reason why the imperial court has designated you as a cult. Outlaws like you, who killed officials and seized the government, came to assassinate me again today, and they are innocent of death! This is for the sake of the martial arts."

"This is all forced by you, a faint king, as the emperor of a country, he does not think about governing the country and the country, and reigns over the world, but cultivates and cultivates immortals, and colludes with the Demon Sect, not only our White Lotus Sect, but also the people of the world will be punished!"

As he spoke, Sikong Liao opened the door.

Chongzhen glanced to his side, and the soldiers of the Ming army who were escorted by him, including Jinyiwei and Da Nei masters, all retreated.

Because they know that on this kind of occasion, only the emperor can do it, and others can't reach out at all.

A monk and two Dao also hid to the side, and on the stone bridge of the Great Wall above the Jiumen Reservoir, they opened the scene for the two of them.

However, the archers of the Ming army and the crossbowmen of the Jinyi Guard all found advantageous ways to secretly target the White Lotus Sect of Sikong Liao and Huiyuan.

Some of them are aimed at the monks and two paths behind Chongzhen.

In order to prevent these uninvited guests from being unfavorable to the emperor.

At this time, Sikong Liao showed his shadowless magic skills, and his body turned phantom shadows one after another, like lightning, dazzling.

But soon there was no shadow to be seen.

I only heard the gust of wind, and passed directly around Chongzhen, and then a pillar of air hit Chongzhen directly, which was actually a shadowless palm.

One monk and two Taoists saw it really, "The palm is invisible, there is no trace, and the ghosts and gods are difficult to prevent."

"It's worthy of chasing souls without a shadow......

One monk and two Taoists also have to be admired.

At this time, Chongzhen Zhou's body was shrouded in a ball of truth, and this ball of true qi formed an obvious bell-shaped outline.

The column of air hits the bell-shaped silhouette with a dull pop.

Chongzhen was safe and sound, the air pillar was ejected, Sikong Liao appeared from the phantom, then shook the phantom, and then turned into invisible, and the whistling sound, several air pillars hit Chongzhen again......

Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty Chongzhen