I heard one person shouting: "Jing Yuan is real and slow!"

Before the words fell, a sound of breaking the air sounded.

The green steel sword in Ren Lingfan's hand collided with a projectile, only to feel a shock to his arm, and suddenly his mouth hurt, and half of his body was sore.

After a while, I saw dozens of people walking towards this side, walking in front of them were the abbot of the Shaolin faction, the Zen master of the Dharma Academy, the Wudang faction to a real person Shao Lingxiao, the head of the Hengshan faction Zhuge Xi and the Emei faction Jingxuan Master Tai led a group of female disciples such as Liu Shuyan and many masters of various martial arts factions.

"The abbot of this image, the palm of the ....... Shao ...... Shao ......." Ren Lingfan opened his mouth and stammered.

Rong Chengjin bowed his head and said, "Master!"

Shao Lingxiao nodded and did not speak. I just listened to the image and smiled: "Jingyuan Zhenren, don't come to be harmed after a long time!"

Ren Lingfan bullied the young with his elders, attacked a seriously injured teenager with a sword, and was caught. Ashamed, Zi spurted his face and snorted coldly: "You martial arts scum don't hide your heads and hide your brains, you still dare to come here to show off in the market, aren't you afraid that King Chen will wipe you out?"

I heard one person shouting: "Jing Yuan, what the real person said is good! This official is ordered by the king to arrest the criminal Rong Chengjin to see who dares to meddle here!"

Leaning slightly, the sound of hooves gradually sounded, and dozens of horsemen came in the dust. The leader was dressed in a flying fish costume, wearing a tasseled hairpin, and an embroidered spring knife hanging from his waist, Rong Chengjin knew that he was Ling Shiyi, one of the guards who secretly escorted Yinglian's carriage, and next to him was Lin Ransong, the current head of Wudang who taught him martial arts, and led the Wudang men and the palace guards to come together.

Ling Shiyi caught a glimpse of Jin Xiaoxiang's bloodstained body, pale face, and a three-point sick look in his haggardness, and had another seven points of chance in his heart, and said with a smug smile: "It's all here! Little beast, see where you can escape today? Someone, take him down!"

The guards agreed, turned over and dismounted and gathered around Rong Chengjin.

When Liu Shuyan saw Ling Shiyi and the others, her eyes were extremely red, and she said coquettishly: "Traitor, return my sister!" she said, jumped up, blocked in front of Rong Chengjin, launched Emei martial arts, and fought to the death with several palace guards.

The anxious Jingxuan shouted behind him: "Miao Zhen is back!

Ling Shiyi saw that Liu Shuyan had a move to kill her, and within a few rounds, she beat a few Jinyi guards who stepped forward to arrest Rong Chengjin without the power to parry, and sneered: "It's good to come! I let you escape by luck last time, and this official will definitely catch you and dedicate you to the prince today!"

As he spoke, he stepped on the horse's back, falling in the air like a vigorous goshawk, hooking the five fingers of both hands, one move after another, viciously grabbing Liu Shuyan.

In an instant, the two had fought for dozens of rounds, and Ling Shiyi had not yet taken the advantage. Suddenly, a whisk of dust went to the middle, and the attack of the two was cut off. Jing Xuan grabbed Liu Shuyan's wrist with his left hand, and with a quick shake, the silver threads turned into thousands of steel needles and stabbed towards Ling Shiyi.

Ling Shiyi, who was forced to do so, didn't have time to think, and hurriedly jumped back. Qi choked his chest, and glared at Jing Xuan angrily: "You!"

Jing Xuan's expression was dumbfounded, and he said lightly: "If Lord Ling sees something strange, he can wave his eyebrows, and the twenty-six palaces are waiting for him!"

After speaking, he took Liu Shuyan and retreated to everyone's sequence. Only Ling Shiyi was left gritting his teeth and glaring dryly.

Ling Shiyi looked at the people standing behind Rong Chengjin, his eyes were erratic, his face became more and more cold, and his tone was full of coldness: "This official was ordered by the king to capture the fugitive Rong Chengjin today, and he has nothing to do with you. You all have disciples in your faction who are now under King Chen's account, and you know which is more important. If you have made up your mind to stop it, you are deliberately going against King Chen, so you might as well take a step forward!"

When the masters of various factions heard this, they couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts, and hesitated for a while, and no one dared to move for half a minute.

Ling Shiyi snorted coldly, and stepped towards Rong Chengjin towards the martial arts masters.

"Where is Liu Shuxian now?"

"Haha!" Ling Shiyi couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw this.

"What are you laughing at?" Rong Chengjin's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were about to split, and he asked sharply, "Where is she now?"

Ling Shiyi took a moment and said: "My king knows that Emperor Wu is absurd, and he has already sent her to Emperor Wu to enjoy happiness! Who doesn't love such a delicate beauty? It is said that Emperor Wu has been named Liu Niangniang if he has obtained a treasure, and the two of them are like glue and paint, and they are happy all day long!"

"Brute!"

Rong Chengjin roared angrily, trembling his body, holding his sword on the ground, enduring the sharp pain in his chest, condensing the strength of his whole body, and finally struggling to stand up slowly. The wind hunted, blowing his long hair, green silk fluttering, and the air exuded an icy breath.

Ling Shiyi sensed the signs of danger, and at a distance of one zhang from Rong Chengjin, he looked at his weak figure and stopped.

"If you want to die, come together! Shura!"

A figure swept across like the wind, ghostly floating towards Ling Shiyi, blood filling the air.

Ling Shiyi didn't see how Rong Chengjin came out of the sword, until he died, he only saw Rong Chengjin as if he was a ghost in hell, holding a long sword and rushing towards him, and in the blink of an eye, a sword conjured into thousands of sharp blades and pierced his body. The strength on his body was quickly withdrawn with the gushing blood.

Rong Chengjin's white clothes were rendered red, like blooming patches of bright plum blossoms.

Shura!

A young man who seems to be dying, once he uses it, is ruthless and cruel, and he is so cruel.

Among the famous masters present, in a trance, I saw the living Buddha who was covered in blood and galloped on the battlefield and recklessly harvested human life like mustard, and the heart-palpitating exclamation and wail made people tremble.

"Ahem——, ahem, ahem, ——," With Ling Shiyi's fall, Rong Chengjin seemed to have exhausted all the strength of his body. Blood spurted out of his cough, wilting and supporting his crumbling body with his sword.

"Amitabha!" Shaolin Temple abbot Ben Shen, noisy Buddha number, regretful: "Such a good talent and beautiful quality, but the pearl secretly casts, recognizes the demon king as a righteous father, practices magic skills, and loses his nature." It's a pity, it's a pity!"

"The Demon Sect's martial arts are so vicious, they must not be allowed to live!" a righteous man's voice suddenly sounded.

"Kill him, kill him, kill this demon!" the roar sounded hideous.

Some people chimed in and said, "Yes, let him hand over the secret martial arts of the Shura Temple!

"Cheng Jin, do you know your mistake?"

"Division...... Boss, the disciple knows his mistakes and has no regrets!"

"Hmph! Sure enough, it's a demon Dao demon, stubborn!" Chu Wuwu, the head of the Hengshan faction, said coldly: "Defeated the demon king Kunbu Duo thirty years ago, killed seven of my disciples, how to calculate this account?"

"There are also more than 50 lives of my Qinghu Gang, and today Lao Tzu wants to pay it back with interest!"

Emei sent the pure Xuan Master Tai Dao: "Amitabha, good, good! As the saying goes, 'put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground', Rong Shizhu, the poor nun has a word of persuasion, I don't know if you are willing to listen?"

Although her voice was not very loud, she breathed out the dantian, the words were clear, and the arguments of the group were loud, but they couldn't cover it up. The heroes were suddenly startled, and they didn't know what the old nun was going to say, so they all stopped talking one after another.

Rong Chengjin listened to her kind words, and felt a little respectful in his heart, and hurriedly bowed down and said, "Mrs. Shi, please speak!"

Jing Xuanshan held his chest and said: "Wudang farewell, I haven't seen him for a long time, but I didn't expect the son to go astray." Lao Ni knows that his son is kind-hearted and young and promising. The person who is feared by the people of the world is the magic skill of the Shura Temple, and the person who is hated by the people of the world is the victorious demon king who slaughtered the martial arts of the Central Plains 30 years ago. As long as you are willing to agree to abolish the Demon Skill by yourself, tell the whereabouts of the Demon King Khumbuddor, and hand over the secret of the Demon Skill of the Shura Temple, so that we have lost our great mana, the poor nun is willing to make a guarantee from it, and you heroes will no longer be embarrassed by you from now on. In the future, Childe will find a pure place, participate in Zen enlightenment, and resolve the demons in his heart. I don't know what Childe thinks?"

"Yes! Hand over the martial arts secrets of the Shura Temple! Abolish your martial arts! Tell me the whereabouts of the old thief who won the demon king Khumbuddor!"

The monks of Shaolin Temple have always been compassionate and have the virtue of a good life, and they are very much in favor of seeing that they can now turn hostility into jade silk and eliminate a great disaster invisible. Ben Shen pondered for a moment, and said with a smile: "My Buddha is compassionate, and the master is kind-hearted, and the old man agrees very much!

The drunkards didn't mean to drink, thinking in their hearts that as long as they could take a look at the martial arts secrets of Shura Temple, even if they only learned one and a half moves, it would not be in vain, as for Rong Chengjin's life and death, most of them didn't pay attention to it. After listening to it, there were not too many objections, and he praised him: "What a teacher, worthy of being a person who eats fasting and recites Buddha!"

"Master Jingxuan is too bodhisattva-hearted, don't we have the intention of becoming an adult!"

"Yes, as long as he agrees to abolish martial arts, hand over the secrets, and no longer endanger the Central Plains martial arts, we will have a lot of adults and let him go!"

"Yes, yes, quickly hand over the martial arts secrets of Shura Temple, abolish your martial arts, and tell the whereabouts of the old thief of Kunbu Duo!"

Rong Chengjin ignored it, looked at Liu Shuyan and said, "What you said is true, Liu ....... Your sister was captured by King Chen, wasn't she?"

Liu Shuyan met Rong Chengjin's eager gaze, a flame of hope ignited in her heart, and she hurriedly nodded vigorously again and again.