In the wind and snow, there was silence in the palace.

The three great masters all stared at the Taoist figure at the door with solemn eyes.

Grandmasters, whose artistic conception of martial arts is extraordinary and refined, already have a sense of Qi around them, and can sense the blood Qi of other warriors.

When the three of them react to each other, they are like three groups of strong flames, and their blood energy is as strong and bright as the scorching sun.

But when they looked at the little Taoist priest, they felt as if they were seeing an ordinary mortal without any breath of blood.

In this situation, there are only two possibilities. The first is that he is really an ordinary person, but the silent and dead Wu Dao Gang outside the door obviously negates this possibility.

The second type is that this little Taoist priest's control over the blood energy has far surpassed that of the three people who didn't show any blood energy, and it was condensed to the limit.

"This is impossible" Liang Xuanmo said subconsciously: "Except for that person, no one in the world can reach this level!"

"It's definitely not Zhou Pingshi, he has already left this world." Wu Tiantong frowned, but he still could not guess the origin of this unknown person.

Before this, they had suspected that the leader of the unknown person was the newly promoted grandmaster Zhang Shan, but now they have directly overturned this guess. No matter how talented the Wuhou Zhou Pingshi was, it was impossible for him to reach this level just after breaking through the grandmaster.

Wait for the realm.

Jiang Ming looked at Wudao with a calm expression: "It was also such a snowy night back then. You were living on the street and almost froze to death. I gave you hot meals, taught you martial arts, and helped you step by step to get where you are today.

I didn’t expect you weren’t satisfied yet.”

"I was not the only beggar you chose back then who had no ambition. How did I get to where I am now!" Wu Dao looked at Jiang Ming calmly: "So what if you are here? The three great masters are here with you and Wu Dao.

Yan, no one can leave today!"

"Oh, I can't walk away. You can't see it anyway." Jiang Ming sighed and stepped forward.

"Three adults, save!" Wu Dao's expression changed and he quickly looked at Liang Xuanmo and the others.

What made him feel cold all over was that the three people remained motionless, looking at him with cold eyes.

"You" Wu Dao looked pale.

Until this moment, Wu Dao finally realized that he was just a dispensable pawn.

"It's ridiculous that I think I can stir up troubles in the world."

As soon as Wu Dao thought of this, he saw a ghostly figure descending in front of him.

He didn't even have time to fight back, but his neck was grabbed. Before his consciousness disappeared, he seemed to hear the sound of his cervical vertebra breaking.

Peng!

The body hit the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust.

The leader of the Wudao Gang, who had been in the martial arts world for decades, died like this in a Taoist temple on a barren mountain!

"Next, it's you." Jiang Ming looked calmly at the remaining three masters.

"Wu Ming, even if it is Marquis Wu, it is difficult for one person to take down three grand masters. Why don't we shake hands and make peace and conquer the world together?" Wu Tiantong held the axe, but what he said at this time was to talk about peace.

Monk Kongjian glanced at him and surprisingly had no objection. What Wu Tiantong said was true. No matter how powerful a grandmaster was, it would be difficult to kill three grandmasters. But such a great master who controlled his blood energy to the pinnacle, thought before he died.

I'm afraid it won't be difficult to take one away.

No one would have thought that the boss of the unknown person would actually be a peerless grandmaster comparable to Wuhou. The two of them now have such a tacit understanding that they almost want to retreat.

Even if we can't reach an agreement, we won't get involved if you destroy your Liang family.

Wu Tiantong and Monk Kong Jian glanced at each other without any trace, and reached an agreement without saying a word.

Only Liang Xuanmo was left, still staring at Jiang Ming with a cold face and murderous intent in his eyes.

"Three Grandmasters? Where did the three come from?" Jiang Ming smiled half-heartedly: "Isn't there only two and a half?"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Tiantong and Monk Kong Jian were puzzled by their meaning, but Liang Xuanmo's expression changed slightly.

His family knows his own affairs, and he knows very well how his master made a breakthrough.

"The blood energy is powerful and frightening, but the artistic conception of martial arts seems to have flaws beyond the gold and jade, and is ruined within!"

Jiang Ming's tone was casual and he suddenly glanced at Liang.

Xuan Mo.

boom

In Liang Xuanmo's eyes, the palace, Taoist temple, and wind and snow in front of him seemed to have disappeared. At this moment, only the three mottled statues in the main hall were left. They suddenly opened their eyes and rushed towards him with bared teeth and claws.

"Ah" Liang Xuanmo shouted subconsciously.

The next moment, a severe tearing pain came from his body. Liang Xuanmo woke up and saw only the face of the little Taoist priest in front of him and an arm that pierced his chest.

Peng

His chest exploded, and Liang Xuanmo screamed and flew backwards. Most of his internal organs were almost shattered, leaving only a large transparent hole between the chest and abdomen.

Jiang Ming's eyes were indifferent, and the meaning of the grandmaster seemed to be real. He could kill ordinary warriors under the grandmaster with one glance. The biggest disadvantage when facing the grandmaster was not the physical strength, but the huge gap in artistic conception.

Liang Xuanmo didn't know what he relied on to raise his blood energy to the realm of a master, but Jiang Ming's perception was so keen that he could see his flaws at a glance. Unexpectedly, the master's artistic conception suddenly broke out, which directly shocked Liang Xuanmo.

With his mind wavering, he easily killed him.

At this moment, two dazzling bloody energy suddenly erupted from both sides, and the sword light and fist marks pierced through the air, fiercely hitting Jiang Ming's vital parts.

"Too weak!" Jiang Mingdan smiled. He didn't even use his blood energy. He swung his left and right fists flatly, using his physical body to beat the master-level separated blood energy.

Boom! Boom!

With two loud noises, the blood energy dissipated, and Jiang Ming's hands were as clean as jade, unscathed.

"So strong." Miss Wang's chest rose and fell. Every time she saw this adult taking action, she was extremely shocked.

"Again" Jiang Mingyun was calm. He was thinking of a few lines and continued to pretend to be an expert, but he saw Wu Tiantong and Monk Kong Jian turning around and running away with shock on their faces.

One jumped out of the window, the other hit the wall directly

Wu Tiantong's heart was beating wildly. Whoever doesn't run away is a fool. Is this guy still a human? Grandmaster-level killing moves can't break his body. Even that Zhou Pingshi is not so outrageous.

"Promising" Jiang Ming shook his head, stretched out his figure, and rushed out of the window.

Through the color of the snow, Jiang Mingdang saw a figure carrying an ax and running away quickly on the mountain.

boom

Jiang Ming did not hesitate, the Broken Vein Meridian immediately erupted, and his speed suddenly increased, like a meteor falling from the sky, approaching Wu Tiantong rapidly.

Seeing that he was about to approach, Jiang Ming turned his palm into a knife, and his blood energy surged like layers, slowly gathering in his palms.

Wu Tiantong seemed to feel something, glanced back, and was immediately frightened to death.

"Crazy, crazy"

You are so much stronger than me, do you need to explode two forbidden arts to kill me?

Peng!

The sword struck down, but Wu Tiantong had no chance to regret it. His whole body exploded into a ball of blood mist, leaving only half of the ax, which spun around in the air several times and was nailed to a big tree.

Of the three great masters, only one remains!

Jiang Ming didn't waste any time and immediately changed direction and chased towards the other end.

Before it was time for tea, he saw Monk Kongjian running away with a Zen staff in front of him.

"Hey, stop that bald donkey!" Jiang Ming shouted.

Kong saw that the monk turned a deaf ear and ran away with his head buried in the ground.

"No, it's boring." Jiang Ming felt that this monk had no interest at all.

boom!

He punched out, and the blood energy turned into fist force, spanning a distance of tens of feet, and blasted towards Monk Kongjian's shiny head. Jingjing Shuge

clang

Kong Jian saw the monk and could only stop. The blood energy lingered on the Zen staff and barely blocked the blow. However, his whole body was bleeding from all his orifices. He flew dozens of meters away and rolled on the ground for more than a dozen times, almost rolling.

After turning into a snowball, he got up in a very embarrassed state.

He coughed up a lot of blood, carried the Zen staff with only half of the iron rod left, and stared at the figure of the Taoist priest floating towards him in fear: "Master Wu, I have no enmity with you, I just suffered that Wu."

Please forgive me for being deceived by Tao. Can you spare this young monk’s life today?”

"Bewitched by Wu Dao?" Jiang Ming's expression condensed slightly: "That's it."

It's difficult to feel joy in your heart when you see it for nothing.

Is there a turning point?

However, Jiang Ming said solemnly: "That shows that the master's Dharma is not pure enough. It is sad that a person with such inferior Dharma can be the abbot of Xuanzhen Temple. It is sad. Today I will remove your evil obstacle for the Buddha."

!”

"You" Kong saw the monk spurting out another mouthful of blood.

boom

Jiang Ming said no more, suddenly rushed out, and punched him in the chest again.
To be continued...