Wudang's swordsmanship pays attention to agility, fast and calm, and Mo Yundao Changgui is the head of Wudang, a set of swordsmanship has already reached the extreme of Wudang swordsmanship, and its body method is Wudang's "Tiyun Zong", the body jumps, as if stuck in the air, the eyes are slightly condensed, and the breath has locked the master Jueyuan who is still sitting upright.

Master Jueyuan closed his eyes, his white eyebrows were furrowed, he had already noticed that Mo Yun Dao was jumping up, his heart froze, his fingertips tapped the teacup, and the aura around his body changed, and the four dead soldiers' bodies were shocked, and their breath continued to surge, wanting to force Mingyue and Wan'er back. Ye Feng saw it clearly, frowned at his sword, and reminded in a deep voice: "Mingyue, Wan'er, the dead man wants to turn around and stop Daoist Mo Yun!"

Mingyue smiled lightly, glanced at Master Jueyuan, who was full of solemnity, turned her hand, and her wrist was in front of the dead man, and said coquettishly: "Husband, don't worry, the slave family will naturally know!" After that, Mingyue and Wan'er glanced at each other, and the two of them stood on both sides, setting up a barrier behind Daoist Mo Yun.

Master Jueyuan made a decision immediately, the frequency of his fingertips changed, and the breath of the dead man was suffocated, and the force on his arm seemed to be a little smaller, but at this moment, the figure of the dead man flashed, and it was actually a trace of disappearance. Mingyue's beautiful eyes froze, frowning slightly, a little surprised, but for a moment, she smiled clearly, showed off her feet, and disappeared. Wan'er condensed slightly, frowned lightly, and had a little understanding, smiled clearly, turned her body, raised her soft and waved it slightly, which brought up a little attacking aura.

"Sneer......"

With a single move, there was a muffled grunt, and the two dead soldiers actually flew out of the hall upside down. On the other side, Mingyue, who had disappeared, appeared, but her slender hands were holding the clothes of the two dead soldiers, and she said, "It seems that we have won!" After that, Mo Yundao's long sword had arrived, and it attacked Master Jueyuan's arm, and Master Jueyuan finally gave up this state, opened his eyes, released the teacup, closed his hands, and shouted: "Amitabha!"

The sound was like a bell, which shook several people in the room uneasy, but fortunately, their internal strength was still deep, and they could barely keep their minds, and the brutal Bai Qiyue was not so lucky, she was a little weaker in internal strength, and she was shocked by this roar and fell down. Compared to these people who were still in their minds, the four dead men were already bleeding from the seven orifices, crouching on the ground, trembling.

Daoist Mo Yun, who was forced to retreat by the shouts, frowned, stared at this master Jueyuan who exuded a majestic righteousness, and said in a deep voice: "Buddhism Lion Roar! I really can't imagine that this trick of my old friend has reached such a level!" Ye Feng, who was wrapped in Mingyue's strength, frowned, bowed slightly at Mingyue, and glanced at Master Jueyuan, who was already standing up, and asked: "Mingyue, is this situation like Master Jueyuan have been disconnected from the dead?"

Mingyue's beautiful eyes flashed, staring at the few dead soldiers crouched on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "It should be lifted, but I didn't expect this Buddhist abbot to be so ruthless, and directly shocked four dead soldiers." You must know that Lu Dao is all Shaolin disciples, and Jueyuan is really good!"

Master Jueyuan had already put away the breath of the lion's roar, slowed down a little, naturally heard Mingyue's evaluation, smiled at himself, stared at the peerless Mingyue, and said softly: "When the Second Supreme of the Holy Gate meant to me, did you ever think about yourself?

Mingyue was suffocated in her heart, frowning, her eyes were filled with fear and remorse, and her body trembled slightly, but the warmth from her palm made her heart settle. The beautiful woman turned her head and looked at the man who was still smiling with a warm smile a little weakly, and asked, "Husband, is it that I can't change? Is it that I really want to die?" How can you cleanse your heart from sin?"

Ye Feng had a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, he held Yiren's slender hand and gently kneaded it, and patted Mingyue's forehead with his other hand, and said softly: "Don't be cranky, this is how the rivers and lakes are, and only by killing and deciding can we survive in the rivers and lakes! If we want to be ruthless, how can we compare to this Shaolin abbot, and actually kill his own disciple with his own hands, it really opened my eyes! Mingyue, who is so smart on weekdays, how can he get into this matter?"

Wan'er covered her mouth and chuckled, and said with a smile: "It's the first time for the little sister to see Sister Mingyue who is so hesitant, but it makes the little sister more knowledgeable, but ah, in the end, Brother Feng is still a good medicine, and after a lot of hard work, Sister Mingyue returned to normal." Even if it's a strong Sister Mingyue, it's not exempt from vulgarity!"

Mingyue goose neck was red, smiling like a flower, raised her slender hand, patted Wan'er's lotus arm, and said with a smile: "Little girl, you will tease me." Now that I'm here, you better go and see that little girl, at least don't hurt her. ”

"Oh?" Master Jueyuan closed his hands, bowed his head slightly, and sighed, "It seems that the Second Supreme of the Holy Gate does not repent, and the poor monk is going to do the right thing for the heavens!"

"Hehe......" Mingyue heard Jueyuan's words, sneered, walked a few steps, looked around, raised Rouyi, pointed at Jueyuan, and asked, "Do the way for the sky? You heard him say that he wants to do the way for the sky? Calling you master is respecting you, to be honest, you are just a pedantic to the extreme, and you are just a crooked demon who does not compromise to achieve the goal!"

"Presumptuous!" Master Jueyuan's eyes gradually intensified, the aura around his body emanated, the murderous aura filled the sky, the Buddha's light shone, and he said in a deep voice, "The people in the Ye League are extremely ignorant, and they have insulted the Dharma, it seems that it is necessary to punish them!"

Mo Yun Dao took the horizontal sword in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Old friend, stop it, the dead man is dead, and you have no more confidence to rely on! Could it be that your righteous heart has been completely eliminated?"

"It's useless to talk too much!" Master Jueyuan's white eyebrows raised, his eyes flashed, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and he said softly, "Mo Yun, since you have joined the Ye League, then you are my enemy! Today, none of you in the Ye League can leave!"

Wan'er's heart froze, she picked up Bai Qiyue, and looked at the four dead soldiers, she really couldn't think of what Master Jueyuan had to rely on, if it was him, Guangyue alone, he was already an enemy, how could he speak wildly? But Wan'er recalled the situation outside the temple, a trace of realization flashed in her heart, and she couldn't help but shout: "Sister Mingyue, be careful, don't forget the situation outside the temple?"

Mingyue was stunned, recalled the scene just now, and blurted out: "Sister Wan'er, you mean ......" Before the words fell, Master Jueyuan's eyes condensed, stepped forward, condensed his breath, and shouted: "Amitabha!" The main target of this lion's roar is completely Ye Feng, he just saw that Ye Feng had no martial arts, which could distract the attention of Ye Meng's masters.