It's hard to tell who started first.

Then, there was a shadow of swords and swords in front of me.

Xia Wenjin squatted in the corner. She just fought with one to three and one to eighteen, which took too much effort. Now she can be lazy first.

Kong Chan also lies in the corner, right next to Xia Wenjin.

He was shouting and killing, and the swords came and went, and blood was splattering. However, he was excited to watch and commented to Xia Wenjin while watching: "Did you see that it is the famous sword move of the Blood Flame Dragon Emperor Sword. With one move, he was buried in a piece of corpse. This is the real power of the Blood Flame Dragon Emperor Sword."

Xia Wenjin rolled her eyes and said, "Where did the corpse come from?"

Although the more than twenty monks surrounding Mingcheng fell down, they were all injured.

Kong Chan shook his head and sighed: "Woman's kindness, haven't you seen Monk Mingcheng show mercy? He didn't take their lives!"

At this time, Xia Wenjin also discovered that Mingcheng's sword technique was really powerful. He was originally empty-handed, but there was a monk holding a sword in his hand, and he didn't even do much. With just one move, the sword fell into his hand. Then, the sword seemed to be alive in his hand. I don't know whether it was the sword controlling him or whether he was controlling the sword. In short, it was natural, it was indescribable, it was smooth, it was indescribable, and it was indescribable with ease.

This is the swordsman, this is the swordsman!

Xia Wenjin has eyesight.

At this moment, I realized that the Blood Flame Dragon Emperor Sword could destroy a villa with one person's strength. It was not a false reputation or an exaggeration.

Mingxuan is inferior to him, but he also refers to fighting in the world. The two are extremely brave, and the ten people they brought are all extraordinary.

This is a gang fight.

More than a dozen people beat hundreds of people up.

Ming Qingming and the other two had sneered at first, thinking that Ming Cheng and the others were idiots who overestimated their abilities, but at this moment, they couldn't say a word.

The abbot Mingcheng, who never cared about things, was treated like an idiot, secretly stole the people, and was looked down upon by them, despised, despised, mocked, and despised by them. They thought he was just a dog, and they threw some bones for him to eat when they were happy.

If they don't want to, they can drive him away at any time and make him a betrayal dog.

Whenever there are some celebrations, conferences, and signing days, they will let Mingcheng attend, but they are just going through a formality. Who doesn’t know that Mingqing, the head of the temple, is the real person in charge?

But at this moment, he realized that it was not that he had planned it properly and allowed Mingcheng to retreat when he knew the difficulties; it was not that Mingcheng knew the current affairs and did not fight for power with him. Instead, Mingcheng didn't care at all!

A person who came through the bloody storm was calm in front of him. That little power and those calculations were nothing in his eyes.

Kong Chan looked and said, "This is the tiger entering the flock of sheep! Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's so miserable!" He turned to Xia Wenjin to ask for credit: "Thanks to me that I have predicted it before, otherwise you will have to jump off the cliff."

"Yes, yes, thanks to you! I thank you for your eight generations of ancestors! Is that okay?"

Kong Chan laughed and said uneasyly: "Just thank me for one, and don't come to those stupid people, that... I hit another deer..."

Xia Wenjin: “…”

At this moment, the ground was already lying all over the ground, some were still struggling, some were silent, and I don’t know if they were dead or dizzy. Ming Chengming Xuan only used his hands to hurt their tendons or use heavy techniques, so that they had no power to fight again.

These monks probably never dreamed that so many people were defeated by more than a dozen people.

Seeing his people retreating step by step, he had almost no power to fight back. Mingqing was furious and scolded: "Waste, waste, are all waste!" The monk soldiers he spent so much money to train them to fight alone, and also train them to set up formations and sieges. As a result, whether it was single or formation, they were defeated by Ming Cheng and Mingxuan like a destruction.

But they could only watch.

They finally understood that in the face of absolute strength, large numbers are not an advantage.

Ming Xuan knocked down one with one punch and laughed, "Happy!" Many years ago, he was also a hero in the martial arts world who licked blood at the tip of a knife. Later, he returned to Buddhism and stayed away from the sword light and sword shadows. He thought that the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng would have lived this life in his lifetime, but he did not expect that he would take action again.

However, eliminating evil is promoting good, and punishing evil is saving people. This is not contrary to his years of practice of Buddhism, but it stimulates the heroic spirit in his blood and bones.

Although Mingcheng is not as good as Mingxuan, he obviously also remembers the heroic ambitions in the world back then.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the brothers felt a sense of mutual appreciation.

Kong Chan knocked on the wall and said, "Is that over?" He pointed out Qing and the other two: "Are you guys being lit? Just stand here and don't move? Hey, your people have been knocked down, don't you come out to show your power in anger?" He murmured in a very low voice: "I haven't seen enough of such a beautiful scene!"

Xia Wenjin rolled her eyes and said, "They were hit by my soft tendons and heartbreaking sanitary. Now they are a useless person. If they can't survive tonight, they will report to the King of Hell without the antidote."

Kong Chan gave a thumbs up: "Ability!"

After Mingcheng finished packing up, he faced Kong Chan with his hands and bowed, saying, "Master laughed!"

He walked to Xia Wenjin, bowed again, and said, "As the wife saw, the saying that we pray for a child in this temple is false, and there is no saying that the Bodhisattva gives a child. If the wife does many good deeds, everything she wishes will come true!"

Kong laughed at the sound of a pig and said to Ming Cheng: "Who is this girl? This girl hasn't married yet. She feels something is wrong here, so she sacrifices herself to serve the tiger!"

Xia Wenjin was speechless, what does it mean to sacrifice oneself and wait for a tiger?

On the other side, Mingqing and others were filled with hatred and anger, and they were still young. Unfortunately, not only did they not taste it, but they also fell into their hands.

After hearing this, Mingcheng said gratefully: "Thank you, the female donor! The female donor removed the cancer for Shi'an Temple. Shi'an Temple owe you a favor!"

Kong Chan smiled and said, "If you really want to repay her favor, just find someone she likes. Look, she just can't get married!"

Xia Wenjin smiled sweetly and said to Kong Chan: "Master, are you going to slap yourself? You say that I died prematurely. Could it be that your monks are merciful and want to harm others?"

Kong Chan: “…”

He grinned, probably the first time he felt the slaughter of shooting himself in the foot, but just not talking like this is not his style, isn't it just salt on the wound? Who can't?
Chapter completed!