Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why do I still want to be the leader?

The thunderous attack of the Money Gang this time can be described as a net of heaven and earth.

In addition to Shangguan Fei and Ximen Rou, two masters of the weapon list, there are more than 30 assassins of the Money Gang.

Each of them has a bulging temple and calloused hands.

They are obviously experienced internal strength masters.

"Hmph!"

Zuo Lengchan sneered: "Do you think you can beat us?"

Shangguan Fei is just the son of Shangguan Jinhong.

He is not the Tiandi Longfeng Ring that shocked the world.

Although Ximen Rou is known as the Whip God.

But he is not a real god.

Even if it is just in terms of the weapon list ranking, Zuo Lengchan is better than Ximen Rou.

As for Ximen Chun, he is already seriously injured.

It can be ignored.

"What if I am included?"

Jing Wuming walked out of the shadows.

Zuo Lengchan's face was frozen.

Ding Mian and Lu Bai were taking deep breaths.

They suppressed the shock and fear in their hearts.

The news that Jing Wuming defeated Guo Songyang had already spread.

Now he is ranked second in the Weapon List, higher than Feng Buping and Taoist Chongxu.

"Zuo Lengchan."

"You will definitely die today!"

Shangguan Fei knew Jing Wuming would come.

This was specially assigned by Shangguan Jinhong.

Although there is a sense of distrust in Shangguan Fei, this is the Shangguan Jinhong that everyone is most familiar with and who has made every possible effort.

"I just want to see how you can be ranked second in the Weapon List."

Zuo Lengchan's martial arts have improved in recent years.

But it is only limited to internal strength.

His skills and perceptions are far behind those of his contemporaries.

However.

This did not hinder his mysterious self-confidence.

"I will fulfill your stupidity."

Jing Wuming drew out his black sheath sword.

The cold sword light stimulated the people in Songshan.

"Kill!"

Zuo Lengchan shouted.

Almost at the same time, Lu Bai released the fireworks.

But Shangguan Fei was prepared.

When the fireworks just rose to a height of five or six feet, they were covered by dozens of blooming plum blossom hidden weapons.

But Ding Mian's retreating fireworks for help had successfully bloomed.

"Plum Blossom Old Nun!"

Zuo Lengchan roared.

This is Plum Blossom Temple.

The abbess of the temple, Plum Blossom Nun, is proficient in Plum Blossom Yishu.

And the Plum Blossom Dart is her signature.

Indifferent.

Pitch black.

Deep.

Such a sword light.

So deadly.

Jing Wuming's sword was beyond Zuo Lengchan's imagination.

Dang!

The sound of the collision resounded through the world.

Even though the two sides were more than four feet away.

Even though Zuo Lengchan was the defending party and had enough time to react.

But Zuo Lengchan was still almost killed instantly.

Like a starThe sword intent as lonely as the sky rushed over.

More than 30 years of pure cultivation.

The great perfection of Songshan swordsmanship.

It collapsed the moment it touched.

Zuo Lengchan retreated one after another.

The sword light continued.

Still so cold.

Still so ruthless.

Like a miniature meteor, it went straight to the place where Zuo Lengchan must be saved.

An extreme coldness and a bit of pure yang suddenly exploded in this world.

This move is very similar to the Songshan version of Chaos Break.

It is estimated that Zuo Lengchan realized it after seeing it many times.

As for the name.

It is definitely not Chaos Break.

But these are secondary.

What shocked Zuo Lengchan the most was that Jing Wuming only took a small step back under this move.

What appeared on his face was not surprise, but delight.

The kind of joy that comes from seeing the prey.

"Run!"

Zuo Lengchan turned around and ran without thinking.

He already knew how stupid he was.

He also knew that if he continued to fight with Jing Wuming, he would definitely die.

Jing Wuming chased him relentlessly.

He was a killer.

The shadow of Shangguan Jinhong.

Even if his Qinggong was not the best in the world, it was still eye-catching.

In the past, he was plotted against by the Songshan Sect, and today he must take revenge.

You chased me.

Perseverance.

Jing Wuming was like a thorn in his flesh.

Because of the previous outbreak, Zuo Lengchan's true energy had not been at its peak.

Add to that the disadvantage in Qinggong.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

Ten feet.

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Five feet.

Jing Wuming's deadly sword is about to shine.

Suddenly.

Zuo Lengchan leaped suddenly.

Turn over and reverse.

His feet stepped on the trunk of a century-old tree.

Boom!

The trunk could not withstand the sudden explosion of true qi.

It exploded with a loud bang.

And Zuo Lengchan's body counterattacked with an unyielding attitude.

After a sword light that swept the sky and the earth.

Jing Wuming bounced back.

But when he landed, he was as erratic and relaxed as a fallen leaf.

"A dying struggle."

Jing Wuming praised Zuo Lengchan's counterattack. []

But I still felt that Zuo Lengchan was struggling to death.

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Zuo Lengchan had lost himself.

He was like a god of death in this matter, but more like a mad dog.

Crazy.

Fierce.

The heart-pounding icy sword energy rolled in.

Jing Wuming just looked at Zuo Lengchan, his eyes shining with an intriguing light.

But his hand had already instinctively swung out the sword light.

Please give me flowers 0

It was still so simple.

Still as pure as ever.

But the sword he swung always contained the kind of suffocating chill.

The kind of sword intent that said "No one is allowed to enter", no, it was the sword intent that meant everything would end.

Puff...

Zuo Lengchan spurted blood and flew backwards.

But Jing Wuming's face changed.

The first accident tonight.

Because he felt an unprecedented crisis.

Without thinking too much.

He just killed him directly.

The sword was 90% out, and the sword intent rushed to the god.

This was a sword with all his strength.

It was also a sword that Zuo Lengchan was unable to resist.

But Zuo Lengchan, who should have closed his eyes and waited for death, smiled, because a figure wearing a golden, red and purple cassock appeared in front of him.

A palm.

An ordinary palm.

But it was this palm that perfectly blocked Jing Wuming's fatal sword.

"Fang Zheng!"

Jing Wuming's eyes narrowed.

Because he never expected that Fang Zheng, who had accumulated experience for several years, had also taken a crucial step:

The seventh level of Yi Jin Jing.

Although his skills only reached the seventh level.

There was no transformational breakthrough in martial arts, spirit and other fields.

But there was no need to fear Jing Wuming.

You can also protect yourself from the hands of Shangguan Jinhong and Gu Santong.

"Amitabha."

Fang Zheng chanted a Buddhist name.

He was focused.

He had a steady breath.

Obviously, he was ready for a bloody battle.

"Mr. Jing, it is a big mistake to chase and kill the leader of the righteous sect at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain."

"Please put down your butcher knife and take a rest."

Fang Zheng dared not invite Jing Wuming to go up the mountain.

A killer like Jing Wuming can easily slaughter most of the monks in Shaoshi Mountain even with just a chopstick.

"I didn't expect you to break through."

Jing Wuming put away his sword instead.

Fang Zheng's breakthrough.

It means his failure tonight.

"I feel guilty."

"My fortune comes from the accumulation of Northern Shaolin for a hundred years, which is not as good as Mr. Jing."

Fang Zheng admitted his inferiority honestly.

Because his breakthrough in Yijinjing was based on all the Dahuandan of Northern Shaolin.

It is a trick.

Compared to Jing Wuming, a genius who comprehended the sword intent by himself.

The gap is really more than a little bit.

"There is Fang Zheng in the north and Jie in the south."

"Excellent!"

Shangguan Fei came over with applause, and verbally stimulated: "Shaolin Temple is worthy of being Shaolin Temple, it really has a profound foundation."

"Junior brother..."

Zuo Lengchan cried out in grief.

Because Ximen Rou on Shangguan Fei's left was holding Ding Mian's head.

Tang Du, the poisonous mantis on the right, was holding Lu Bai's head and...