Ma Qiancheng raised his hand is a palm.

Even though he had already taken precautions when he heard the confusion, he didn't want Ma Qiancheng to make a move too quickly, but he saw a flash of palm shadows, and the palm wind hit his face, and suddenly his chest was stuffy, and the whole person was about to fly out.

Before he could react, Ma Qiancheng rushed forward with an arrow step, and hit out with a second palm one after another, he saw Ma Qiancheng revealing a flaw, and made a false move, and hurriedly dodged.

"Ma Qiancheng, what are you going to do?

The monk didn't know why Ma Qiancheng wanted to kill Dongfang Junlan when he saw Dongfang Junlan's corpse, but he had already faintly felt the unpleasant aura on Ma Qiancheng's body, as well as a strong killing intent.

"Brother Youlong, since you are like this, then the old man is not welcome!"

Ma Qiancheng pounced in the air, his hands quickly drew circles in the air, only to see that his hands were getting faster and faster, and suddenly his right arm was half-bent, and his palm was erected, and at the same time, his left hand was horizontally attached to his right wrist, and at this time, Ma Qiancheng's right palm became white, and a very fine mist appeared.

With this palm, he used all his strength, no matter what, he had to die. Even if the envoy wouldn't kill him this time, how could the Dongfang family let him go?

As long as Wen Chao dies, the matter of arresting Dongfang Junlan and the death of Dongfang Junlan will be pushed to Wen Tong, and now there are all his people outside, as long as there is no accident, it will not be leaked out.

Bring the head of the bewildered person, and the envoy should be able to exonerate him in front of the sect leader and the Dongfang family.

Either he dies, or the monk dies.

Seeing that there was no fluctuation in Ma Qiancheng's eyes, he knew that Ma Qiancheng would not listen to his explanation, and he was about to block it.

A palm has already hit over, Wen Yu dodged too late, and hurriedly gathered strength to fight, the moment of the palm, Wen Yu monk suddenly found that the meridians of the entire arm were blocked, and the internal force could not be used.

Hearing this, the monk retreated five steps in a row, and immediately sat on the ground, "Transformation Spirit Palm!"

Ma Qiancheng didn't answer, instead of wasting his words in vain, it was better to take advantage of the fact that the internal injuries had not healed now, and strike first! At the same time, the palm of his hand gathered his strength and slammed into Wen Chao, seeing that Wen Qi took half a step back, he raised his palm and put his four fingers together to hit Wen Tong's heart. This time, he used all his strength, as long as he hit, he would definitely die when he heard the confusion.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in front of him, Ma Qiancheng was slightly stunned, without hesitation, his left foot bent his knee outward, his right leg turned inward into a bow, and suddenly the four fingers of his left hand were bent to protect his chin, and his right hand drew a circle inward.

Ma Qiancheng only felt that the internal force of his right hand was blocked by Shengsheng, and when he fixed his eyes, the black shadow was a crescent-shaped shovel with a big head.

Ma Qiancheng didn't have time to think about it, grabbed the Zen staff with both hands and flew up his feet, kicking the Wenfu monk away. At the same time, I felt that the Zen staff was being swung and punched at the same time.

That's a lot of strength!

Ma Qiancheng didn't dare to take it hard, so he dodged it, and after landing on the ground, he looked at the man.

But it was a monk from an outer temple, wearing a half-worn gray cloth monk's robe, and his figure was as tall as the Dharma Protector King Kong. A broad square face on a thick neck, a white complexion flushed, a long, forward-raised forehead, a broad, tall nose, and a shallow lower lip hugging the upper lip, surrounded by short tender whiskers.

This muddy iron water mill Zen staff weighs fifty or sixty pounds to say the least, but this monk dances with one arm, not panting or shouting, and his strength is smaller than that of the Zen monk, Ma Qiancheng hurriedly collected his fists and bowed his hand to the monk, "Ma Qiancheng, the big thief of the dragon downstream, dare to ask the Zen master what the Dharma number is?"

The monk waved his Zen staff, slammed it on the ground, and picked up the injured monk with one hand, "Monk in Xiaqinglong Temple, Dharma name Baosheng!"

Hearing this, more than a dozen disciples of Ma Qiancheng rushed in in an instant.

When everyone saw the ferocity of Baosheng and Shangsheng, Ma Qiancheng's expression was tense, and he naturally didn't dare to act rashly.

Seeing that it was just a monk Baosheng, Ma Qiancheng was relieved, fortunately he brought the confusion to the back mountain one step earlier, otherwise he would be a little overwhelmed by the confusion and Baosheng combined.

"Just you?"

"Are you looking for me?"

A figure fell behind Ma Qiancheng, Ma Qiancheng was stunned, and was about to turn around, when suddenly a cold light flashed, and a broken sword was already under his neck.

"Is that you?"

"It's me!" The man stared at Ma Qiancheng with both eyes, and slowly walked in front of Ma Qiancheng, "You have something to do with me?"

A young man in Tsing Yi, his eyes are like torches, is it not Li Jiang or that?

Ma Qiancheng almost couldn't believe it, "You, what's wrong with you?"

"If I know martial arts, how can you take the initiative to tell where Master Baosheng is?" Li Jiang looked at Ma Qiancheng coldly, at this time, although his martial arts were not as good as Ma Qiancheng, but Ma Qiancheng used the Spirit Transformation Palm one after another, and his internal strength had been consumed a lot, if he joined forces with Baosheng, Ma Qiancheng would never be an opponent.

"What do you want to do?"

Ma Qiancheng thought that two young masters whose martial arts were not necessarily weaker than him appeared all of a sudden, how could he not be surprised?

At the same time, both of them have sharp weapons, and some of the warrior monks of Qinglong Temple are Zen staffs, and he already knows from that person's mouth, so he naturally doesn't dare to underestimate them, but Li Jiang is holding a broken sword in his hand, what is the purpose?

"What is your organization all about, why did you get the Dragon God's Sword?"

"How do you know?"

Li Jiang sneered, the sword of the dragon god, known as "the first sword in the world in four hundred years", even the purple electric sword he used after becoming a sword saint in his previous life was not as good as the so-called sword of the dragon god.

He heard that the sword of the dragon god was made of fragments of flying stones outside the sky, containing endless power, and was known as the sword of the dragon slayer, although he did not believe in this so-called legend, but these people wanted to get this sword, it was definitely not idle.

"What does your master want to do with the Dragon God's Sword?"

Li Jiang could confirm that Ma Qiancheng was indeed working for that person, turning into a spirit palm, the kind of special spirit palm that can only be used by that family.

It's just that he's not sure what the Dragon God's sword will do to that person.

"You don't want to know!"

"Oh?" Li Jiang's tone was cold, his hand was broken, and the sword shook, seeing that the broken sword was about to cut through Ma Qiancheng's clothes.

Bang on the ground.

Li Jiang hurriedly took a few steps back, and the sword in his hand had already landed at this time.

"Master Baosheng, you want to save him?"

"Amitabha!" Monk Baosheng saluted, "This is the pure land of Buddhism!

I'll go!

Li Jiang almost collapsed at this time, and at the same time, the palm wind sounded in his ears, and Ma Qiancheng's spirit palm had already hit him, and he was busy dodging, but his clothes were broken by Ma Qiancheng's palm wind.

"Good monk, since you saved me, I will be very kind and leave you to be the last to kill!"

Li Jiang only has strong swordsmanship, and he doesn't know anything else about boxing and palming, seeing that the broken sword has landed, he took advantage of the situation to take Ma Qiancheng's shoulder, not wanting Ma Qiancheng to jump out, so he dodged and jumped to the side.

"Master Hosang!"

Li Jiang knew that as long as Baosheng made a move in this matter, he would definitely be able to take down Ma Qiancheng.