Chapter 289

The surviving masters are basically from Kaitian sword sect.

Only a few are from Qingshan sword sect. As for Dahe sword sect, there are only two guardians who have just come from the depths of the sect.

You are innocent, with one hand on your back and thick black hair flying wildly in the surging blood.

His eyes looked coldly at the masters who were arranging the array, and he didn't mean to stop them.

He wants these people to take the strongest posture, and then crush, crush and explode them with absolute strength!

"Amitabha!"

When the masters of the three sword sect set up a joint attack array, a loud Buddhist horn sounded on a mountain peak in front of the mountain gate.

A middle-aged monk dressed in a golden cassock, his hands folded, kind-hearted, stepped down from the mountain in emptiness.

He stood in the air, covered with golden Buddha light, and there were swastikas rotating under his feet.

The people were shocked and turned their eyes to the middle-aged monk.

At this time, what is the intention of the strong Buddha to stand up?

Just when everyone guessed, the middle-aged monk said to Jun Wuxie, "little benefactor, you have fallen into the devil's way. When you put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, you can get my Buddha's enlightenment and wash away all your karma."

Jun Wuxie smelled the speech and narrowed his eyes slightly. He turned and looked at the middle-aged monk and said, "who is the master?"

"I'm a Buddhist monk in the West desert. His name is huikong."

The middle-aged monk put his hands together and solemnly reported his origin.

"Does the master belong to the blessed one?"

Your face is expressionless.

"Little benefactor, I am a devout believer under the Buddha's Dharma."

"There's nothing about you here. I live in King's college and Dahe sword sect for thousands of years. I don't need you to intervene!"

Jun Wuxie's words are very direct.

"Amitabha, little benefactor, don't be stubborn. Little benefactor has a deep evil. If you go on like this, you may go to hell on the 18th floor. You should put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha."

"Master, I want to ask you." Jun Wuye looked at him coldly and said, "where was the master when Dahe sword sect mutilated my people? Why didn't the master stand up and let them put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas?"

"Amitabha, benefactor, the sect elders are already like this. Even if benefactor kills all the people of Dahe sword sect, it is difficult for the sect elders of benefactor to recover. When is it time to repay each other? Let go of hatred as soon as possible is the right way."

"What the master means is that if my elders are mutilated, I should bear it silently as if nothing has happened? The master is really generous to others!"

"Amitabha!" the middle-aged monk said kindly, "forgive me, everything in the world has cause and effect. The gratitude and resentment between the little benefactor's sect and the river sword sect can't be one party's fault. As the saying goes, a slap doesn't ring. Has benefactor ever found a reason from his sect?"

Hearing what the middle-aged monk said, wine Lord, Xu Qianling, emptiness, Ling Fei, Su Xiaoxiao and Yue Yao were all angry!

The expressions of all the people present were also wonderful, and they couldn't help but be a little stunned.

This is about the victim. Is there a mistake?

It sounds reasonable, but when you think about it carefully, it is unreasonable.

Jun Wuxie jumped slightly from the corner of his eyes, walked towards huikong, came to him and said, "master, what did you say just now?"

"Amitabha!" Hui Kong lowered his eyebrows and eyes and said, "as the saying goes, a slap doesn't ring..."

Pop!

As soon as the voice of Hui's empty words fell, Jun Wuxie swung the golden flash of his palm and pulled it hard on his face. He reeled directly and almost couldn't stand stably. His white face swelled rapidly, showing a clear palm print.

This slap was so loud that everyone present could hear it clearly.

People were stunned.

This is an eminent monk from the great Brahman Zen sect in the West desert and a master of Buddhism.

Jun Wuxie slapped him in the face in public!

"Evil......" huikong's anger flashed away in his eyes, and then he held it back and said in a deep voice: "benefactor, it seems that you are deeply possessed by the devil and are hopeless!"

"Master, how's it going?" Jun Wuxie looked at huikong coldly and said, "I'll ask you, can you clap a palm?"

Hui almost suffocated in the air. She took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, little benefactor! This slap is not another slap!"

"Really?"

Jun Wuxie looked at the palm of huikong's right hand. Then in the stunned eyes of the people, he swung his left hand like lightning and slapped huikong on the other side of his face.

This time is full of strength and speed!

At a close distance, it is huikong and other strong men in the early days of zongwang who are difficult to dodge.

This slap directly flew him out, with half of his face blurred with blood and flesh.

"Evil barrier, I'm going to..."

"Shut up!"

Huikong was so angry that he was about to start. Jun Wuxie burst out and drank: "master, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha! When is it time to repay the wrongs! How can you fight back against me? Is it because the master's previous remarks are hypocritical lies?"

"You!"

Huikong was speechless and suffocated. He was so angry that his chest fluctuated violently, his whole body trembled, and his green veins jumped violently on his neck.

Everyone looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, it's amazing to defeat the master with the master's Dharma!"

The strong man with dominant power clapped his hands on the spot.

"Little almsgiver, you are deeply trapped in the devil's way. How can you compare with the poor monk? Today, the poor monk said he couldn't subdue the devil with such crazy moves!"

The anger flashed in huikong's eyes. As an eminent monk of the dominant power, he was slapped by a young generation in public. It's a great shame!

"It seems that the master is just a hypocritical believer and humiliates the Buddha!" Jun Wuxie sneered and said strongly: "not to mention whether you have the ability to lower me, you forcibly intervene in this matter and want to do it. I promise that your great Buddhist Zen sect will disappear from the world before tomorrow!"

When that comes out.

Not to mention huikong, even the other strong forces present couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Yeah.

The soldier Saint made the rules a few days ago.

Today, huikong stood up against you. If you really dare to do it, isn't it provoking the soldier saint?

The consequences are not hard to imagine!

I'm afraid the Buddha sect will be removed from the list!

Huikong's eyes were cloudy and sunny, and she panted hard.

He looked at you innocent and said in a deep voice: "little benefactor, cause and effect are rewarded! In the future, I will suppress you in front of the Buddha and purify your sins!"

"Then I'd like to thank you for reminding me." Jun Wuye said, walking to huikong and said, "it's wonderful when the grievances of the master have been repaid. I still want to slap the master in the face to fulfill the compassion Buddha's heart when the grievances of the master have been repaid."

"You!"

Huikong's face suddenly changed when he heard the speech. He saw that Jun Wuxie was coming towards him and retreated to the mountain like avoiding snakes and scorpions. His face was green and white, which made everyone laugh.

At this time, the swords roared in bursts over the river sword sect, and the Blazing Sword light rushed up into the sky, tearing large clouds in the sky, and a vast sword idea filled the air.

This sword idea has an amazing and majestic breath, as if it can make a world!

Everyone looked surprised.

It seems that Kaitian sword sect doesn't want to hide. It has established this sword array with the characteristics of Kaitian sword sect, otherwise it won't have this momentum!

You are innocent, and the corners of your mouth remind you of coldness.

He suddenly turned around and stared coldly at the sword array formed by more than a dozen masters. With an ocean of gold and blood, if an ancient beast out of the cage smashed the sky and rushed over.