The Great Dream Zen Master and others opened a battle with the Blood Hand Alliance, the killing sound roared, and the birds disappeared. The Shaolin faction on Shaomuro Mountain was obviously very quiet, it was the calm before the storm.

Zen Master Juejing and Zen Master Fang Jue heard that someone had killed Shaolin, so they immediately rushed out, and saw the three of them walking over like idle clouds, and before they could ask, a purple giant palm suddenly fell, directly knocking Zen Master Juejing to the ground, like a paralyzed mud, and he couldn't die anymore.

The Shaolin disciples were stunned, Zen Master Juejing was not an ordinary person, but a master of a half-step great master, but he died without even making a move.

The person who shot was a middle-aged man in a purple robe. The man was about forty years old, with a jade-like complexion and a purple crown on his head.

Zen Master Fang Jue was suddenly shocked, but he didn't move, and he couldn't even speak. His cultivation is not much different from that of Zen Master Juejing, and he asked himself if he was capable of resisting that palm.

"You ...... Who is it?, what are you doing?" After a brief moment of astonishment, Zen Master Fang Jue shouted.

"I'm just here to get what belongs to me. The middle-aged man said lightly.

"Is your stuff in Shaolin?" Zen Master Fang Jue carefully identified the man in purple, and he really didn't know him. There has never been such a person in the rivers and lakes, as if he came out of the sky.

"Hmph, you don't have the qualifications to talk to me and ask the holy monk to wake up. With a wave of his hand, the purple-clothed man knocked Fang Jue to the ground and strode towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"What are you going to do? Stop him. Zen Master Fang Jue shouted in horror.

"I advise you not to move. The man who followed closely behind the man in purple said coldly.

"You are the Gun King Xie Mingshan. Zen Master Fang Jue shouted in horror. He felt that he was going crazy, the gun king Xie Mingshan was not an ordinary person, but one of the seven strange people in the rivers and lakes, the person who stood at the pinnacle of the rivers and lakes, but became the follower of the man in purple.

"Zhao Xuetian, the head of the Snow Mountain Sect, why are you here. "Zen Master Fang Jue was so shocked just now that he didn't have time to look elsewhere, and only then did he see the person next to the Spear King Xie Mingshan was none other than Zhao Xuetian, the head of the Snow Mountain Sect, one of the Seven Sects of the Righteous Path.

Zhao Xuetian glanced at Zen Master Fang Jue and did not speak, as if he disdained to speak.

The man in purple stepped into the Mahavira Hall with his front foot, just as the other foot was about to step in.

"Amitabha. An old voice suddenly sounded. Zen Master Fang Jue raised his eyes and saw that it was the elder Changmei who was guarding the Buddha's steps.

"Changmei, get out of here, there's nothing for you here. Zen Master Fang Jue was shocked. There is also a reason why Zen Master Fang Jue is frightened, Changmei is just an old monk, and he doesn't even seem to know martial arts.

Elder Changmei not only did not leave, but slowly walked out, standing a foot away from the purple-clothed man. When the purple-clothed man saw Elder Changmei appear, he was like a great enemy.

"Donor, as long as I'm still here, Shaolin will be there. When Elder Changmei said this, he was very casual, but it seemed that infinite power was born, not only the man in purple was on guard, but the gun kings Xie Mingshan and Zhao Xuetian were also holding weapons in their hands, ready to strike at any time.

Zen Master Fang Jue had never seen such an imposing elder with long eyebrows, and he always thought that he was just an ordinary old monk, waiting for the call of the Buddha.

"I'm just here to get my stuff back. The man in purple said again.

Elder Changmei raised the old man's head, looked at the man in purple, and immediately said in shock, "It turned out to be you." ”

The man in purple said, "Yes, it's me." ”

"Hey, when I let you live, didn't you repent?" Elder Changmei sighed.

"Repent, what do I repent. You have destroyed my whole house, and you have taken away my possessions, and you have made me live like a dog. Over the years, I have never forgotten that twenty-year night. The man in purple shouted with a twisted face.

The Shaolin disciples were a little confused, they didn't know what the two were talking about, only Zen Master Fang Jue vaguely guessed something, but he didn't dare to confirm it. Elder Changmei's next words confirmed Zen Master Fang Jue's conjecture.

Elder Changmei said: "Twenty years ago, your father Ziyan Shenjun ruled the rivers and lakes, but he did not practice humanity and acted recklessly, which provoked the crowd to rise up and attack him. Back then, with good intentions, I secretly released the youngest son of the Purple Flame Divine Monarch, but I didn't expect to cause today's disaster. ”

"Of course, I will remember you well, and I will give the Shaolin faction three chances. The man in purple said lightly, and he paid off the favors given to him by others casually.

He showed his face of revenge, Elder Changmei has practiced Buddhist scriptures for many years, and he has cultivated the sky early without being shocked, and he can only suffer by himself when he raises snakes and is bitten, but fortunately, this mistake can be reversed, because he is not dead.

Elder Changmei said, "In that case, you can step on my body and go over!"

"Kill. "Gun King Xie Mingshan and Zhao Xuetian shot at the same time. The spear is like a dragon, and the sword is like electricity, stabbing the long-eyebrow monk. The long-eyebrow monk didn't look at the two of them, and with a slight wave of his hand, he missed the swords and guns of the two.

The spear king Xie Mingshan had already cultivated to the realm of the Great Grandmaster, and Zhao Xuetian was also infinitely close to the cultivation of the Great Grandmaster, but he couldn't even get close to the body of Elder Changmei. The two of them were shocked in their hearts, it turned out that the legends of the rivers and lakes were true, and there was still a realm above the cultivation of the great grandmaster. This realm is beyond the reach of ordinary people, and it is called the holy realm.

The man in purple is a holy realm, and the elder with long eyebrows is obviously also a holy realm.

Elder Changmei flew away the spear king Xie Mingshan and Zhao Xuetian, and then he didn't stay any longer, and rushed towards the purple-clothed man like a cannonball. He knew his situation, he was no longer reserved, and took the lead.

Elder Changmei was already ninety years old, and the man in purple was only forty years old, which was the prime of life, and his qi and blood were the strongest. Elder Changmei didn't have any advantage at all, so he didn't hesitate and struck first.

Elder Changmei didn't make a move, and as soon as he made a move, he was as fast as lightning, and he saw that his body kept turning, and he couldn't see where his real body was. The same goes for the man in purple.

Zen Master Fang Jue felt bitter in his heart, it turned out that he had been a frog at the bottom of the well. This is the real master battle, and it is impossible to distinguish who is who, so it is impossible to participate in the battle to help.

Zen Master Fang Jue did not order his disciples to launch an attack on the Spear Kings Xie Mingshan and Zhao Xuetian, because there was no point. What if Elder Changmei loses, what if they kill the Spear King Xie Mingshan and Zhao Xuetian, they are not the opponents of the purple-clothed man at all.

Zen Master Fang Jue was glad for a while, and the Shaolin faction turned out to have such a master. A master who has reached the Holy Realm.

The Shaolin faction, the Qin Sword faction, the Broken Sword faction, the Qingcheng faction, and the Wudang faction were attacked at the same time, which was intended to put the entire Jianghu righteous path in one pot. The battle of the Qin Sword Sect became more and more intense, and Chen Shangyuan relied on the terrain and formation of the back mountain to temporarily stabilize his position, but he also supported it for a while, and he could not retreat from the enemy at all.

The battle between Ye Han and the others in the front yard was at a critical moment, and it was impossible to draw out their hands to help them.

Ye Han's four swords flew together, and he had a hard encounter with the awakened Zen master, and the sound of collision was endless, and no one could help anyone. Ye Han heard that the voices of the disciples of the Qin Sword Sect were becoming less and less, and he was anxious in his heart, planning to make a dangerous move.

Ye Han pulled out the silver needle and slammed it into the top of his head, opening the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa, and his cultivation skyrocketed, and he was already infinitely close to the Great Grandmaster. Ye Han's method is very simple, if the sword can't win the awakened Zen master, then he will compete with internal strength.

Ye Han, with the help of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa, his internal strength was not inferior to that of the Awakened Zen Master.

"Great Compassion. The Awakened Zen Master waved his palm, and Ye Hanshe's sword waved his palm, just in time. Suddenly, the two of them were surging and competed.

Zhang Beifeng and Qian Yu's wind and rain combined with the sword technique, and finally suppressed Qingsong Daochang. But the good times didn't last long, and Daoist Qingsong found the flaws of the two of them, and turned the Liangyi swordsmanship into a certain rhythm, breaking the rhythm of the two people's concentricity.

Zhang Beifeng and Qian Yu suddenly increased their pressure, and they needed to rely on setting aside three points of strength to fight against Qingsong Daochang.

The blood on Wen Ting's face had dried up, but she looked very terrifying. The Flying Rain Sword Technique still did not stop, and the sword pierced Nangong Hao's vital point. Nangong Hao kept running, looking for an opportunity to make a move.

"Galaxy. Nangong Hao shouted, his hands flew, and countless small black dots fell like Wen Ting.

Wen Ting carried out the mode of night fighting, but she was still shot in by a black dot and shot in her right eye, and immediately blood burst out and became a one-eyed dragon.

"Ahh This is exactly the rain sword that Wen Ting realized - the frost sword technique.

At this time, it was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, and the autumn tigers were wanton, and the originally extremely hot weather suddenly became extremely cold.

"Frost Flower. Wen Ting shouted angrily, and the long sword carried a heavy layer of frost and fell straight towards Nangong Hao. Of course, Nangong Hao would not stay where he was, and rushed to the left as soon as possible. He didn't expect that this move was just Wen Ting's false move, and the real killing move was still to come.

An ice bolt of lightning fell, and the direction was exactly where Nangong Hao had fled.

"Ahh

Both of them have their own losses, and they have played a real fire and put on a posture of not dying.

The back mountain of the Qin Sword Sect was densely wooded, and the disciples of the Qin Sword Sect entered it as if they had disappeared. The man in black searched carefully, but he was always killed by the disciples of the Qin Sword Sect who were hiding in the shadows.

In a matter of moments, the disciples of the Qin Sword Sect killed half of the men in black. Now the two sides are equal in strength.

"Attack with fire. Seeing that the situation was not right, the leader of the men in black decisively ordered.