The surviving masters are basically from the Kaitian Sword Sect.
Only a few people are from Qingshan Sword Sect. As for the Dahe Sword Sect, there are only two guardians who have just arrived from the depths of the sect.
Jun Wuxie carried his back with one hand, and his thick black hair flew wildly in the stormy blood.
His eyes were coldly looking at the masters who were setting up the formation, without any intention of stopping them.
He just wants these people to take the strongest posture, and then defeat them with absolute strength, crush them, and blow them up!
"Amitabha!"
When the masters of the Three Swords Sect set up the attack formation, a loud Buddhist chant sounded from a mountain peak in front of the mountain gate.
A middle-aged monk was wearing a golden cassock, with his hands folded, kind eyebrows and eyes walked down from the mountain in emptiness.
He stood in the air, his body was filled with golden Buddha light, and his swastika was spinning under his feet.
Everyone was shocked and turned their eyes to the middle-aged monk.
At this time, the strong men of the Buddha Sect stood up and what was their intention?
Just as everyone was speculating, the middle-aged monk said to Jun Wuxie: "Little donor, you have fallen into the path of devils. When you put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha, you can enlighten me and wash away all your karma."
When Jun Wuxie heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, turned around and looked at the middle-aged monk, and said, "Who is the master?"
"My monk, the Great Buddhist Zen Buddhism in Ximo, has the Dharma name Huikong."
The middle-aged monk put his hands together and reported his origin with a solemn face.
"The master belongs to the World Honored Sect?"
Jun Wuxie has no expression on his face.
"The little donor has a wise eye, and I am a devout believer under the Buddha's Dharma."
"There is no business here. My sect King Academy and the Dahe Sword Sect have a thousand-year grudge. You don't need to interfere!"
Jun Wuxie's words were very direct.
"Amitabha, don't be obsessed with it. The little donor is very guilty of killing. If he continues like this, he may enter the eighteen levels of hell. He should put down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha."
"Master, I want to ask you." Jun Wuxie looked at him coldly and said, "Where was the master when Dahe Sword Sect harmed the people of my sect? Why didn't the master stand up and let them put down their butcher's knife and become Buddhas?
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"Amitabha, the seniors of the donor sect have been like this. Even if the donor kills all the people from the Dahe Sword Sect, it will be difficult for the donor's elders to recover. When will the revenge be repaid? Let go of hatred as soon as possible is the right way."
"Master means that if my elders of my sect were harmed, I should bear it silently and pretend that nothing happened? Master is really good at giving others a sigh!"
"Amitabha!" The middle-aged monk said with kindness: "Forgive me, I have to say frankly that everything in the world has cause and effect. The grudge between the little donor's sect and the Dahe Sword Sect will never be a fault. As the saying goes, a slap is a slap
The photo cannot be recorded, has the donor ever found a reason from his own sect?"
Hearing the words of the middle-aged monk, Jiu Ye, Xu Tuoling, Kongxu, Concubine Ling, Su Xiaoxiao, and Yue Yao were all angry!
Everyone present had a wonderful expression, and they couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
Is this a mistake for the victim?
It sounds like something is reasonable, but if you think about it carefully, it is a distortion.
Jun Wuxie's eyes hopped slightly, walked towards Huikong, came to him, and said, "Master, what did you say just now?"
"Amitabha!" Huikong lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and said, "As the saying goes, a slap cannot be slapped..."
Bang!
As soon as Huikong finished speaking, Jun Wuxie swung his palm with a flash of golden light and slapped it hard on his face, staggering, almost unsteady in his standing. His white face quickly swelled, presenting
A clear slap mark was released.
This slap was extremely loud and made everyone present hear it clearly.
People were stunned.
This is a master of the Great Buddhist Zen Buddhism in the Western Desert and a dominant Buddhist master.
Jun Wuxie actually slapped him in the face in public!
"Evil..." Huikong's eyes flashed and he forced himself to hold it back, and said in a deep voice: "Donor, it seems that you are deeply possessed by the devil, and you are hopeless!"
"Master, how about it?" Jun Wuxie looked at Huikong coldly and said, "I'll ask you, will you clap a slap?"
Hui was almost suffocated, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, little donor! This slap is not the same!"
"Yeah?"
Jun Wuxie looked at the right palm that had sucked Huikong's right hand, and then swung his left hand like lightning in everyone's shocked eyes, and slapped Huikong on the other side of the face.
This time it is full of strength and very fast!
At close range, even the early stage powerhouses like Huikong, who are in the early stage of the sect, can hardly dodge them.
This slap directly slapped him out, half of his face was bloody and bloody.
"The evil deed, I will be there today..."
"shut up!"
Huikong was furious and was about to take action. Jun Wuxie shouted: "Master, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately! When will the revenge be repaid? How can you fight back against me? Could it be that the Master's previous remarks were all hypocritical lies?"
"you!"
Huikong was stunned and his heart was suffocated. His chest was so angry that he trembled violently, his whole body was shaking, and the veins around his neck were thundering.
Everyone looked at each other and then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, it's amazing to defeat the master with the master's Dharma!"
The strong man with dominant power applauded on the spot.
"Little donor, you are deeply trapped in the path of demons, how can you compare with me? Today, I don't have to take action to subdue demons like this crazy act!"
A hostility flashed in Huikong's eyes. As a master of power, he was actually slapped in public by a junior. It was such a great shame!
"The master seems to be just a hypocritical believer who is humiliating Buddhism!" Jun Wuxie sneered and said in a very strong way: "Not whether you have the ability to surrender to me, you forcefully interfere in this matter and want to do it, I promise not to
Tomorrow, your Great Buddhist Zen World-Honored Sect will disappear from the world!”
As soon as this is said.
Not to mention Huikong, even the other powerful people present couldn't help but feel a chill from their hearts.
yes.
The Sage of War set the rules a few days ago.
Today, Huikong stood up to target Jun Wuxie. If he really dared to take action, wouldn’t he be provoking the Soldier?
The consequences are not difficult to imagine!
The World Honored One Sect is probably going to be removed from the list!
Huikong's eyes were gloomy and he was breathing heavily.
He looked at Jun Wuxie and said in a deep voice: "Little donor, all cause and effect will be rewarded! Such a cruel person as the little donor will suppress you from my Buddhist son and Buddha's daughter to purify your sins!"
"Then I want to thank the Master for reminding me." Jun Wuxie said and walked towards Huikong, saying: "When will the master be repaid? It's really wonderful. I want to slap the master twice in the face to fulfill the master's repaid.
Compassionate Buddha's heart."
"you!"
Huikong's face suddenly changed when he heard this. When he saw Jun Wuxie walking towards him, he retreated back to the mountain like a snake and a scorpion. His face turned blue and white, which made everyone laugh.
At this time, on the Dahe Sword Sect, swords sounded and burst into flames of sword lights, tearing apart the vast clouds in the sky, and a vast sword intent spread out.
This sword intent has an amazing majestic atmosphere, as if it can create a world of things!
Everyone looked shocked.
It seems that Kaitian Sword Sect doesn't want to hide anymore and has formed this sword formation that obviously has the characteristics of Kaitian Sword Sect, otherwise there would not be such a Kaitian momentum!
Jun Wuxie's mouth curled up a cold feeling.
He suddenly turned around, staring at the sword formation formed by more than a dozen masters with cold eyes, carrying the vast ocean of golden blood. If an ancient wild beast that was out of the cage smashed the sky and rushed over.