The disciples of the Taoist sect looked at the uncle Mingbei from Qianyuan Temple in shock.

They remembered their Taoist masters, uncles, and Vina, who was in charge of precepts...

Although those uncles were very serious and serious, they often slapped their heads.

However, compared with the uncle Mingbei in front of him, it seems that he is one level behind.

Kill as soon as you say, without any hesitation at all when you draw the sword.

A sword passed through my heart, and the Daluo Golden Immortal could not save it.

Chen Yang and Xuan Yu looked at each other, and the palms were a little numb.

They are already prepared for this, but if they are asked to do it, they will probably have to close their eyes.

Chen Yang felt that if Mingbei took action from the beginning, they would have nothing to do in Dulong Village.

Xuan Zhen had no expression on his face, and a slight curve was raised at the corner of his mouth.

I thought this uncle from Qianyuan Temple was full of kindness, but I didn't want to be the same as me.

"Bang!"

Wu Fei was unable to hit the ground, his eyes were open, and his energy quickly passed away.

The rest of the six doors were injured, the broken, and the few were intact. At this moment, they were also wearing evil spirits, either clenching their fists or grasping the short blade of the dagger.

It doesn't matter if the dead are dead.

Anyway, they are not the ones who die.

But before they could kill anyone, one of them was killed by the other party.

This made them feel unacceptable.

"That is, inland. If it is outside the national border, I will use my gun to rush you all!" a man said viciously.

"squeak!"

A harsh and friction sound rang out from the soles of Xuanzhen's feet. Before the man could react, Xuanzhen had already rushed to the front and slapped him in the face.

In front of Jiang Tanqiu, Gu family and others, he kicked the man to the ground and kicked him in his heart.

"If I recruit an army outside the national borders, how many of you are like this will be executed."

Xuan Zhen said coldly.

The man covered his heart, his face twisted and painful, and his heart almost stopped suddenly.

"I really think I'm homeless?"

Jiang Tanqiu had a cloud on his face, and he stepped heavily on the ground with his right foot, shouting: "Go in, invite the master out! Leave it here to me."

After saying that, he suddenly took a step forward, poked his right hand out of his sleeve, and sealed his palm towards Xuanzhen's throat.

"Uncle Jiang has taken action!"

When the few people saw it, they were overjoyed. The original panic disappeared quietly and they rushed into the mansion again.

"Bang!"

A sound broke out and rang out from Jiang Tanqiu's right palm.

"Senior Brother!"

Chen Yang shouted, and Jiang Tanqiu could see the height as soon as he took action.

This is not something that Liu Yuanji, Laohu and others can compare with.

At the age of fifty, he can still be so fierce and fierce when taking action, with long sleeves blowing without wind, and making noises. He can break through the sound barrier with just one palm.

Xuan Zhen turned around and punched him.

When the fist and palms collided, Xuan Zhen took three or four steps back as if he was bounced out with force.

His face was solemn, and he shook his arms. Seeing Jiang Tanqiu coming again, he was not afraid and punched him again.

"Senior Brother!"

Chen Yang came from behind, and his fist pointed directly at Jiang Tanqiu's heart.

Jiang Tanqiu snorted, closed his fist and turned his waist, and kicked it out with his side leg whip.

Chen Yang reacted quickly, and his Tai Chi hand stuck to his ankle and pushed it back, but he felt the force of force and he hurriedly let go and retreated.

"What a lot of strength."

Chen Yang was shocked.

He could hardly imagine that a person could practice fist and foot skills to this extent.

He had all his skills, but he had defeated Xuan Zhen.

Although if both sides kill, he might be Xuanzhen's opponent.

But even so, few younger generations dare to say that they can get a advantage in his hands.

"Swish!"

Suddenly, Taoist Master Mingbei passed by with a sword, and a woman who was in front was cut open her throat, and she fell to the ground with constant blood flow and twitched.

In front of Ming Beiheng Sword, looking at the few people who were about to rush up, his eyes slowly turned to Jiang Tanqiu: "Xuanzhen, Xuanyang, retreat, he, I'll do it."

"good."

Xuan Zhen is so refreshed that she knows that she is not an opponent, so there is no need to fight hard.

Unless no one can deal with it here, you will be an idiot.

Xuanyang also retreated and guarded the old house with others.

“The second one.”

Mingbei glanced at the dead woman on the ground and said, "Junior brother, this is the last time I believe in you. Today, a Taoist disciple was killed. Qianyuan Temple, there is you but no me."

"Don't worry, senior brother."

Ming Jiu nodded silently, he knew that Mingbei was forcing him.

When Jiang Tanqiu saw Lao Hu and others in a cute way to retreat, he said in a deep voice: "If you don't come out, even if you die, you will have to die here. Whoever dares to retreat, I want you to have nowhere to hide."

"Grass!"

Some people cursed in their hearts.

Old pervert, damn coins!

But they only dared to curse in their hearts. Besides, they collected money, which was a lifelong task, and they knew when they first entered the Gu family.

But this hasn't happened over the years, and they feel that they will be so stable in the future.

"Split two."

Taoist Master Zhengfang held the sword and said softly.

Ming Jiu said: "Leave the others to me."

Zhengfang laughed: "Master Mingjiu, you and I have solved it, what are they doing?"

"Old girl, I'll play with you!"

The two men came over and put on alloy fists, shining coldly, one left and one right apart.

Zhengfang's heart is quiet and slandering is useless to her.

The long sword was placed on the forearm, slowly pulled out, taking extremely elegant steps.

It's not like fighting, it's more like performing swordsmanship.

Ming Jiu also stopped the two of them, without swords, only a pair of flesh palms.

No matter how fierce the other two fists and feet were, he always walked freely like a quiet wind, and he didn't even have his fists and palms. Once he touched his sleeves, he could easily resolve them, or he would unbalance the opponent's feet.

There are eight people left.

And there are more than twenty people on Chen Yang's side.

It has an absolute advantage in terms of number of people.

He, Xuan Zhen, Xuan Yu, Ren Ping, and several disciples whose names are not named are all very powerful.

It can be said that it is very easy to deal with.

Chen Yang stopped three of them alone, which was completely different from what he had just now.

Both sides know that this is not a competition that can be reached at the right time, but a fierce battle between winning and losing is life and death.

I was just one-on-six, but now I can only be one-on-three.

These three people adjusted their mentality quickly, kill when they should. For them, all the dispensable things must be abandoned and given up within three seconds, including this life.

Even though, they don't actually want to die.

Chen Yang doesn't want to die either.
To be continued...