The surviving masters are basically from the Kaitian Sword Sect.
There are only a few people from the Qingshan Sword Sect. As for the Dahe Sword Sect, there are only two guardians left who have just arrived from the depths of the sect.
Jun Wuxie carried it with one hand, her thick black hair flying wildly in the surging blood energy.
He looked at the masters who were setting up the formation with cold eyes, without any intention of stopping them.
He just wants these people to show their strongest posture, and then defeat, crush, and explode them with absolute strength!
"Amitabha!"
When the masters of the Three Swords Sect set up a joint attack formation, a loud sound of Buddha's trumpet sounded from a certain peak in front of the mountain gate.
A middle-aged monk wearing a golden cassock, with his hands clasped together and kind eyes, walked down the mountain into the emptiness.
He stood in the air, with golden Buddha light blooming all over his body, and swastikas spinning under his feet.
Everyone was immediately shocked and turned their attention to the middle-aged monk.
At this time, a strong man from the Buddhist sect stood up. What did he want to do?
While everyone was guessing, the middle-aged monk said to Jun Wuxie: "Little donor, you have fallen into the devil's path. You should put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. Only then can you receive enlightenment from my Buddha and wash away all your karma."
Jun Wuxie narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, turned around and looked at the middle-aged monk, and said, "Who is the master?"
"The poor monk of the Great Brahma Zen Sect in the West Desert, whose dharma name is Huikong."
The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and told his origins with a solemn face.
"Master belongs to the Blessed One Sect?"
Jun Wuxie's face was expressionless.
"The little benefactor has a keen eye, and the poor monk is a devout believer in the Buddha's teachings."
"It's none of your business here. The thousand-year feud between our King's Academy and the Dahe Sword Sect doesn't need your intervention!"
Jun Wuxie's words were very direct.
"Amitabha, little benefactor, please don't be stubborn. The little benefactor has done a lot of evil. If he continues like this, he may enter the eighteenth level of hell. He should put down his butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."
"Master, I want to ask you." Jun Wuxie looked at him coldly and said, "Where was the master when the Dahe Sword Sect brutalized the people of our sect? Why didn't the master stand up and ask them to put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas immediately? "
"Amitabha, the benefactor's sect's seniors are already like this. Even if the benefactor kills everyone in the Dahe Sword Sect, it will be difficult for the benefactor's sect's elders to recover. When is the time to retaliate? It is the right way to let go of hatred as soon as possible."
"Master, what you mean is that if an elder of my sect is harmed, I should suffer in silence and pretend that nothing happened? Master is really merciful to others!"
"Amitabha!" The middle-aged monk said kindly: "Forgive me for speaking frankly, everything in the world has cause and effect. The grievances between the little benefactor's sect and the Dahe Sword Sect are definitely not the fault of one party. As the saying goes, a slap in the face can If the clapping doesn't work, has the donor looked for a reason from his sect?"
Hearing what the middle-aged monk said, Jiuye, Xu Daoling, Kong Kong, Ling Fei, Su Xiaoxiao, and Yueyao all felt angry!
The expressions of everyone present were also very exciting, and they couldn't help but be a little shocked.
Does this mean that the victim is at fault?
It sounds reasonable, but if you think about it carefully, it is unreasonable.
Jun Wuxie's eyes twitched slightly, and he walked towards Huikong, came in front of him, and said, "Master, what did you say just now in the common saying?"
"Amitabha!" Huikong lowered his eyebrows and said, "As the saying goes, one slap can't make a sound..."
Snapped!
As soon as Huikong finished speaking, Jun Wuxie swung his palm with golden light and slapped him hard on the face. He staggered so hard that he almost lost his balance. His fair face quickly swelled up and appeared. Make a clear slap mark.
This slap was so loud that everyone present could hear it clearly.
People were stunned.
This is an eminent monk from the Dafan Zen Sect in the West Desert, a master of the Buddhist sect at the master level.
Jun Wuxie actually slapped him in front of everyone!
"Evil..." The anger flashed out of Huikong's eyes, and then he suppressed it with force, and said in a deep voice: "Donor, it seems that you are so deeply possessed that you are hopeless!"
"Master, how are you doing?" Jun Wuxie looked at Huikong coldly and said, "Let me ask you, can a slap make a sound?"
Hui was almost suffocated by the air. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, little benefactor! This slap is not that slap!"
"Yeah?"
Jun Wuxie looked at the palm of his right hand that had slapped Huikong, and then, in front of everyone's astonished eyes, he raised his left hand like lightning and slapped the other side of Huikong's face.
This time it’s very powerful and very fast!
At close range, even strong men like Huikong, who were in the early stages of the sect king's life, could not dodge.
This slap sent him flying away, leaving half of his face bloody.
"The evil obstacle, the poor monk is going to..."
"shut up!"
Huikong was furious and was about to take action. Jun Wuxie shouted loudly: "Master, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately! When is the time for retribution! How can you fight back against me? Could it be that Master's previous remarks were all lies?"
"you!"
Huikong was immediately speechless, his heart suffocated, his chest heaved violently with anger, his whole body trembled, and the veins on his neck throbbed.
Everyone looked at each other, then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, using the master's Dharma to defeat the master is really amazing!"
The powerful man with the dominant force clapped his hands and expressed his admiration on the spot.
"Little donor, you are trapped in the devil's way, how can you compare with the poor monk? Today, the donor has done such crazy things, the poor monk has no choice but to take action to conquer the devil!"
Huikong's eyes flashed with anger. As an eminent monk with a dominant force, he was slapped in the face by a junior in public. What a shame and humiliation!
"Master seems to be just a sanctimonious and hypocritical believer who insults Buddhism!" Jun Wuxie sneered and said with great force: "Not to mention whether you have the ability to surrender to me, but you forcefully intervene in this matter and want to take action, I promise not to Tomorrow, your Great Brahma Chan Sect, the Blessed One, will disappear from the world!"
As soon as these words came out.
Not to mention Huikong, even the other powerful people present could not help but feel a chill rising from their hearts.
yes.
The Soldier Saint had just established 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 Saint?
The consequences are not difficult to imagine!
The World Honored Sect may really be expelled!
Huikong's eyes were uncertain and he was breathing hard.
He looked at Jun Wuxie and said in a deep voice: "Little benefactor, every cause and effect will be rewarded! You, a cruel person like the little benefactor, will come from my Buddhist sect to suppress you in front of the Buddha and purify your sins!"
"Then I have to thank you, Master, for reminding me." Jun Wuxie said, walking towards Huikong, and said: "Master, when is the time to retaliate? It's really wonderful. I still want to slap the master twice in the face at this moment, so as to fulfill the master's desire to repay the injustice. Compassionate Buddha Heart.”
"you!"
Huikong's face changed suddenly when he heard this. When he saw Jun Wuxie walking towards him, he retreated to the mountain peak as if avoiding a snake and scorpion. His face turned green and white, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
At this time, on the side of the Dahe Sword Sect, swords roared, and the blazing sword light shot up into the sky, tearing apart the vast clouds in the sky, and a vast sword intent filled the air.
This sword intention has an astonishing majestic aura, as if it can open up the world!
Everyone looked shocked.
It seems that the Kaitian Sword Sect doesn't want to hide anymore and has formed this kind of sword formation that obviously has the characteristics of the Kaitian Sword Sect, otherwise there would not be such a momentum of the Kaitian Sword Sect!
The corner of Jun Wuxie's mouth evoked a cold expression.
He suddenly turned around and stared coldly at the sword formation formed by more than a dozen masters. With a vast ocean of golden blood, he rushed past like an ancient beast that had emerged from its cage, smashing into the sky.
