"Ning Daoqi, since you like Buddhism so much, I will send you to the Paradise of Paradise in the West!"
Ning Daoqi was kicked away with one kick, and Wang Jian followed closely behind him. The strong grass in the wind in Fengshen's legs made his legs extremely sharp.
With a low drink in his mouth, full of mockery, he chased and kicked Ning Daoqi, who was spitting blood in the air.
After all, Ning Daoqi was a warrior who had touched the Broken Void. At the critical moment of life and death, his potential exploded, and he was still resisting with all his strength even as he retreated.
Unfortunately, his right palm was exploded and his left palm was fractured in the collision, so he could only use his legs to resist.
The great master's one method can understand all methods, and his leg method is not inferior to his palm method.
The Sanshou Bapu is still extremely powerful when used in leg techniques, and the leg strength is sharp, and the true energy is sometimes condensed and sometimes soft, making it difficult for people to guard against.
Unfortunately, he met Wang Jian, who was defeated by ten societies.
Since you surpass him in strength, you can just crush him, why bother talking about skills?
He brought the power of the powerful grass in the wind to its extreme, far exceeding the power that a great master should have.
Ning Daoqi groaned, his legs were directly broken by the kick, and his body flew out like a piece of waste.
Shi Feixuan, Bai Qing'er and Zheng Shuming, who had regained their composure on the boat, gasped at the sight. Fan Qinghui, who was next to her, only realized at this moment that she had to retreat without even thinking.
Seeing this situation from the corner of her eye, Bai Qing'er rushed out without hesitation and rushed towards Fan Qinghui.
Zheng Shuming noticed his companion's actions, thought about it, and chased after him with his sword in hand.
Shi Feixuan's face was anxious. From time to time she looked at Wang Jian, who was crushing Ning Daoqi, and Fan Qinghui, who was escaping. Her eyes were full of panic and worry.
She was really worried that Fan Qinghui would not be able to escape and would end up no better than herself if caught by Wang Jian.
Moreover, Shi Feixuan is confident and knows her attraction to Wang Jian very well.
But although my master looks beautiful and looks young, he is actually old.
Maybe when the time comes, the best outcome would be to be abandoned and relegated to limbo.
What's more, Wang Jian is the most evil person. I must like the scene where Master and myself are together.
Therefore, she hoped that Fan Qinghui would escape as soon as possible and not be caught by Wang Jian.
Wang Jian watched and listened in all directions, and immediately determined the scene where several masters of the Demon Sect and Fan Qinghui were escaping.
It's just that Zhu Yuyan chased those magic sect masters and even stopped Xi Ying, and Huanwan even stopped Zuo Youxian and You Niaojuan. What does this mean?
Although he was puzzled, he didn't think too much about it. Looking at Ning Daoqi who fell on the river, he bounced up and pressed down directly.
Ning Daoqi's limbs were broken and he couldn't use his strength, but he was not someone waiting to die.
His face was already a little distorted, but he still had the calm and far-reaching atmosphere just now. The indifferent temperament on his body disappeared completely, like a dying person who couldn't see the hope of life and became frustrated.
The whole body's true energy was violently surging, causing water to fill the sky.
Every drop of water seems to contain extremely terrifying power, like a bullet.
A dragon roared, falling from the sky, shattering into water splashes all over the sky, and crashing onto the river.
Dong Shuni and Rong Jiaojiao, who had been resting in the bedroom earlier, heard the noise outside. As soon as they got dressed and came to the top of the ship, they were shaken by the violent shock and couldn't stand still, and they fell to the deck one after another.
Shi Feixuan held the edge of the boat and looked at the rushing river water and the vague figure in the water curtain. Her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
But when he saw that figure rushing towards Fan Qinghui, his heart suddenly became silent.
The sky-high water waves hit the river, and a broken corpse bounced up, followed by rich blood and minced meat, making Shifei Xuan cover her mouth tightly to prevent herself from making any sound.
She turned her head and looked around, looking at the bodies of the four holy monks on both sides of the shore, her eyes filled with confusion.
With so many masters dead at the hands of Wang Jian, does Cihang Jingzhai still have the ability to work for the people of the world?
The Jing Nian Zen Sect has been wiped out, and the Bronze Hall and White Jade Square, known as wonders, have been demolished to nothing. It is said that they have become money and food for Luoyang's treasury.
The four great holy monks are all dead, and Ning Daoqi, who supported Buddhism, also died tragically. The master may not be able to escape, so what power does he have left?
Master Fei Xuan was extremely confused, not knowing how the Buddhist sect should deal with the future.
However, at this moment, Wang Jian arrived on the battlefield in the blink of an eye. Fan Qinghui was very strong, at least as strong as Zhu Yuyan.
Although Bai Qing'er and Zheng Shuming followed Wang Jian, their strength improved by leaps and bounds, especially Bai Qing'er.
But she was still far from a master like Zhu Yuyan. Although she successfully blocked her, she could only contain her, and she was already stained.
"You guys step back and leave this brothel owner and bustard to me."
Wang Jian said and kicked Fan Qinghui who was attacking Bai Qing'er.
Fan Qinghui felt the power within it and did not dare to neglect it at all, and quickly dodged away.
She saw that the Four Holy Monks and Ning Daoqi were severely injured due to their obstruction, so she did not dare to touch them at all.
"Hunjun, you will not die well."
After dodging this kick, Fan Qinghui stared at Wang Jian and scolded angrily.
The Se Kong sword she picked up at some point turned into a sword shadow and pierced Wang Jian's throat.
Wang Jian stretched out his hand and flicked the tip of the sword. Amidst the buzzing sound, Fan Qinghui felt as if he was struck by lightning. A mouthful of blood spurted out. He retreated violently and even accelerated his speed, trying to escape from here.
"You underestimate me too much. My speed is slower than a snail."
Wang Jian was disdainful and stepped on him. The wind god's lower body was like a strong wind and he quickly rushed over.
Bai Qing'er and Zheng Shuming looked at each other in disbelief.
Before, they just watched and acted as spectators. Because they didn't really understand the power of the four holy monks and Ning Daoqi, even if they were shocked, there was a limit.
But just now, they tried their best to stop Fan Qinghui, but they still suffered a lot.
But Wang Jian was lucky enough to injure Fan Qinghui with just a flick of his fingers. The difference was probably too exaggerated.
"When did the Emperor become so tyrannical?"
Bai Qing'er's face was dull: "It should have been there for a long time, but he was too insidious and deliberately hid it just to catch big fish."
Zheng Shuming nodded: "Yes, Buddhism suffered heavy losses this time."
"Unfortunately, His Majesty is obviously not satisfied."
Bai Qing'er came back to her senses with lingering fears. Fortunately, she had no ill intentions and had even made up her mind to assist him. Otherwise, she might have been eliminated by that bastard.
It is too much to hide such a powerful strength so deeply.
However, when I thought about the time when I was practicing the Qi Sutra with Wang Jian, the other party's terrifying Zhenqi cultivation seemed to have been revealed for a long time, but even though I was shocked at the time, I didn't think much about it.
Sure enough, my strength is still too weak, which limits my imagination.
While the two were talking, Wang Jian had already returned, holding Fan Qinghui, who could not move, in his hand.
The owner of Cihang Jingzhai's house was pale and ferocious, and his eyes were extremely malicious.
The two women looked at each other, both seeing the powerlessness in the other's eyes towards this lecherous emperor, but they still stepped forward to congratulate: "Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
