The story of the six major sects besieging Guangmingding for more than a hundred years. The heroes present had never heard of the hymn fire chant of the Ming Cult. However, these martial arts people who only know how to show off their viciousness have never seen such a tragic and heroic enemy who is willing to die, and there are only a thousand five-element flags, which is not as great as the eleventh number of the Ming Cult members back then. However, the heroes of the Jianghu who were all over the mountains and the world stood in front of the thousands of people chanting loudly, but for no reason, their legs were weak, and even more so, they were incontinent.

Fang Zheng's expression changed again and again, and he heard the black-clothed follower beside Qin Mu report to Qin Mu: "A stick of incense has passed."

Upon hearing this, Qin Mu slowly pulled out the Ruoying knife with his right hand, without saying a word. He just pointed the tip of the knife towards the gate of Shaolin Temple. The Five Elements Flag behind him was like a person, approaching Na Fang Zheng and others step by step.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng knew in his heart that if the fight was stopped at this time, Shaolin would become a laughing stock in the martial arts world, so he shouted: "Shaolin disciples, set up the Arhat formation and subdue demons."

The martial arts people who came to watch were all chaotic people who did not see the coffin and did not shed tears. They all took out weapons and rushed towards Qin Mu with great enthusiasm. What they were fighting in their hearts was nothing more than the idea of ​​capturing the thief and capturing the king first.

Seeing this, Qin Mu smiled contemptuously. With a light wave of the blade in his hand, he saw the white-clothed church members in the five-star flag behind him shouting and threw out the short guns in his hands. It turned out that the white-clothed church members were trained by Qin Mu imitated the Ming Cult Ruijin Banner, and were best at long-range means such as bows and arrows. Because the bows and arrows were contraband, it was difficult to produce large quantities, so Qin Mu unified the rule that the sharp gold flag only practiced short guns. Although he did not have the various attack methods of the Five Elements Banner, he practiced the javelin. The magical sensation was revealed, and the sharp golden flag showed its sharpness for the first time today, but in just one breath, two short rounds of short spears were thrown. The martial arts people who rushed up rashly had never seen such attack methods that covered the sky and the sun. They were all so shocked that they were no longer proud of wanting to kill Qin Mu to become famous in one fell swoop. They waved their weapons wildly in order to protect themselves, but they could not stop them. The first attack of the Five Elements Flag killed those people who wanted to get a bargain and looked lonely and blood flowed into a river.

When the nine masters of Shaolin generations saw the scenery of Shura Hell in front of them, they all lowered their heads and recited the Buddha's name. Linghu Chong choked and pulled out the sword in his hand, and shouted at Qin Mu with an angry look on his face: "You are such a poisonous method and a cruel heart."

But Qin Mu didn't care about his expression: "I didn't want to pay attention to you too many, but the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. Since you have to ask me to come out to be a devil, then I will let you see that I am the Sun and Moon God Sect, not that I can't." As he said that, the knife in his hand moved forward a little further.

This time, the culprits in blue clothes came out again. They were four of them carrying a giant tree together. There was no obstacle in their progress. They divided into dozens of small teams and walked like flying. They collided towards the Arhat Formation in front of Linghu Chong. After all, this Arhat Formation could not really train the human body into Arhat. They did not use the attack of the giant wood. The Qingmu Banners really played the giant wood so well. They could not move forward or retreat. When they were next to each other, their ribs were broken and their mouths were spitting blood. This Arhat Formation, which had been passed down for thousands of years, had no effect at all under this strict attack method, but it was broken in one stick of incense.

Linghu Chong looked behind and thought to himself that although he had comprehended the Dugu Nine Swords for five years, he felt that his sword skills were more than 30% better than those on the Black Wood Cliff that day, when he saw this unreasonable offensive, he was just helpless.

Fang Zheng was also anxious when he saw the Shaolin disciples suffered heavy casualties, but shouted: "Stop!"

Qin Mu waved his hand and wanted to hear what this scheming Shaolin abbot had to say. Then the monk said, "Don't Qin, don't you think you are not martial in victory by attacking the less? We martial arts people should distinguish the superiority of martial arts by martial arts. If you use this method today, aren't you afraid that the Sun and Moon God Sect will not be tolerated in the martial arts world every day?"

When Qin Mu heard this, he couldn't help laughing. He looked at the crowded martial arts people and smiled, "Watch the less with more, but I don't know who is more and who is less?" The martial arts heroes were so angry that they were watching him with mocking eyes, but no one dared to jump out to provoke him. Then he heard him continue, "So what if you don't want to be with the martial arts world?"

When Fang Zheng heard this rogue words, he could no longer bear the compassionate face that had been used for decades and shouted at Qin Mu: "Don't forget that Miss Gu is still a guest in my temple. If both sides suffer losses today, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

When Qin Mu heard this, he took a breath and said, "After saying that, how are you waiting?"

Fang Zheng was secretly happy, but said, "Last time you, the leader of the God Cult, came to Shaolin Temple, we used three battles to decide the outcome. Today, the leader of the Qin Cult is here, so you might as well compete with three more games according to the old rules." However, he saw that Qin Mu only brought Tong Baixiong with him, and probably couldn't come up with the third master. He thought in his heart that he had already won one game, and he only needed to win another game, and he won. Although Tong Baixiong had some skills, he was present, Chongxu and Linghu Chong were sure to win him. After doing so, there was no suspense in this battle.

How could he know that Qin Mu opened a scriptures in the Sun and Moon God Sect in the past five years, but he didn't care about the essays at all. As long as he made some contributions to the Divine Sect, he would have the opportunity to practice superior martial arts. He even took the elders to teach from time to time. There are already many young and middle-aged men in the Sun and Moon God Sect. If it is Fang Zheng, Linghu Chong will naturally be unable to defeat him. However, among the group of followers behind him, those who can compete with them can not count one hand. Tong Baixiong is even closer to the water tower and gets the moon first, and his martial arts have made great progress. Now if he fights with him, it is hard to say the outcome.

Qin Mu asked curiously: "What if I win, what if I win?"

Fang Zheng seemed to be more confident and returned loudly: "If the leader wins, we will naturally give in, and then Miss Gu and Yi Jin Jing will both hand over to the leader. If my temple won a chance to win a move, I would like to ask Master Qin and Miss Gu to pray for their unfortunate friends and monks in my temple for ten years." But the more I thought about it, the more I became more and more certain, and naturally I would not be willing to harsh conditions to make Qin Mu unwilling to respond to this battle.

But Qin Mu laughed and said, "It's so good, but it's a matter. If I win, the Shaolin disciple who insulted my saint aunt on the same day must also hand it over to me." Without waiting for his answer, he continued, "Why do you have to play three games? I have heard about the three masters of martial arts for a long time, but today I have to learn the tricks."

After saying that, his body flew straight from the horse to the Linghu Chong and the other two, and there was a sword light in his head, which was the three most powerful masters who were recognized as the best. Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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