The entire inn is quiet.

The people from Ziyang Sect were shocked and all, but they just ran away in shame and ignored Ruming's death.

Not to mention anything else, if this matter is spread, they will lose their reputation. Even the others in Ziyang Sect will look down on them and even be punished.

For a moment they were in a dilemma.

However, Lu Songyi from the Sword Palace took the lead in thinking of a solution. He drew his sword out of the sheath, and then said loudly: "Everyone is coming for this devil. Everyone understands the current situation. No matter what grudges there have in the past, let's throw them aside for the time being, unite today to kill the devil!"

Many Taoist priests of Ziyang Sect suddenly felt relieved and quickly responded: "Yes, there is no need to talk about the rules of the evil demons and heretics, everyone goes side by side!"

The people from the Yulong Guard looked at each other and stood up one after another.

The thin old monk from Longxiang Temple also stood up and then folded his hands together: "Amitabha, donor Ye is very skilled in martial arts, so we can only join forces. I hope the donor will forgive me."

The middle-aged man Mu Qingfeng, who was with them, stood in the corner and seemed not to be involved in this matter.

"There is nothing to forgive or not. If I say I don't forgive, will you not do anything old monk?"

Jiang Ji showed a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth, and then continued, "If you want to bully the less, don't blame me for giving the other person to the other person."

When the four sect leaders, who had been unable to hold back after hearing Jiang Ji's words, immediately notified the many disciples and disciples scattered around with a special voice.

"Not good, get on, fight quickly!"

Only then did someone turn his attention away from Jiang Ji, put aside the shock he had been before, and think of those who had been separated from Jiang Ji before.

A table was shaken by a palm and smashed towards Jiang Ji. Then, the sound of sword roars sounded, and cold sword lights intertwined together, layer by layer, like a net of heaven and earth, covering Jiang Ji.

The cooperation between the Taoist priests of Ziyang Sect was really tacit. They took action in a hurry, but there were still no obvious flaws.

However, without Jiang Ji's actions, the four masters under him had already stood in front of him.

The head of the Snow Mountain Sect has outstanding sword skills. The sword light is like white snow, fine and cold. The flying table instantly turns into pieces, and the wood chips are wrapped in sword light and stabbed forward.

The head of the Xuanbing Sect emitted a series of cold palm forces, and together with the cold sword light, the two worked together to freeze the sword light that looked like a net.

The Lord of the Poison Dragon Cave took this opportunity and a long spear roared out, like a poisonous dragon going out to sea, knocking open the sword net and instantly stabbing a person.

The last leader of Kunyu Sect drew his sword and slashed, slashing with an extremely domineering slash, forcing many Taoist priests of Ziyang Sect who had already become chaotic.

Li Ruofei, who had been patient next to him for a long time, could no longer bear the torment of hatred in his heart when he saw this scene. He rushed into the Ziyang Sect like a bloodthirsty beast in front of Fei.

On the other hand, the people from the Yulong Guard also took action at the first time, with a series of evil sword auras covering the sky. Then, under the guidance of the Yulong Guard, they turned into a long river composed of sword auras and washed down.

On Jiang Ji's side, except Niu Kelian, the rest of the people also took action, trying to smash the river of sword energy, but without exception, they were all shrunk by the extremely domineering force, and even lost their lives when they met.

As for the people from the Cangjian Palace, they blocked the inn gate, trying to block the people coming from outside and buy time for others.

Facing the domineering and sharp sword aura, Jiang Ji took a step forward, twisted his waist and lifted his stride, and punched!

A burst of explosions suddenly sounded in the air, and the dissipating air suddenly turned into a breeze.

The surging physical strength mixed with blood and energy turned into an unstoppable tide of power. It was just as soon as it touched the long river of sword energy, the long river of sword energy was like an egg hitting a stone and collapsed instantly.

When! When! When! When! When!

The sounds of sounds like the sound of metal and iron sounded, and the knife made of refined steel suddenly collapsed or broke, and was pulled back under the force of Jiang Ji.

A series of screams sounded, all of whom were shot by the fragments.

Jiang Ji took advantage of this moment and instantly grabbed the brief chaos and rushed into the Yulong Guard. His fists were like hammers, and he would be injured when he rubbed, and he would die when he touched.

This world is originally inclined to the cultivation of the physical body. The True Sutra of the Ten Thousand Gods is an excellent technique to train the physical body. With the addition of natural divine power, the terrifying power is enough to beat people into flesh paste with one blow.

Jiang Ji was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and no one was his one-union enemy.

At this moment, the thin old monk from Longxiang Temple, Dehui, the first seat of the Vajra Hall, suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Ji. The originally thin body expanded rapidly as if inflatable, and the loose flesh suddenly turned into knotted muscles, and then punched it out.

In a trance, a dragon elephant from the ancient times seemed to be roaring, and its thick elephant legs fell heavily.

The air let out an unbearable sharp moan, and the strong wind blew Jiang Ji's robe tightly against his body, and his long black hair flew behind his head.

"Danger!"

Jiang Ji made a big alarm in his heart, but he didn't mean to retreat at all. He slowly pushed it out with one hand, as if there was something extremely heavy in front of him.

The space in front of me seemed to have turned gray, endless silence filled with it, and the black aura that exuded endless death intention rose up.

In the end, all this turned into a white palm, holding the falling elephant legs, and then lifted it hard, and the ancient dragon elephant, which seemed to be about to break through the space, suddenly fell and fought.

Bang!

It was like a thunder suddenly arose.

Jiang Ji's legs fell into the ground three inches, leaving two deep footprints.

The thin monk Dehui couldn't help but retreated, leaving a series of footprints, and then knocked a big hole into the wall of the inn.

Earth and rocks splash, smoke and dust roll.

Feeling the aggravated injuries in his body, Jiang Ji's murderous intent surged in his heart. He jumped up and instantly crossed the distance between the two. Then he used a thousand-pound kung pound to quickly fall down.

Zheng!

A sudden appearance of sword lights was like a fleeting meteor, without any fancy bells and whistles, only one word, that is "fast"!

Jiang Ji's hair exploded, and the crisis lingered in his heart. He instinctively raised his hand to block it.

when!

Jiang Ji had nowhere to leverage his power in the air, so he was slashed out by the sword, knocked away the tables one by one, and finally stopped.

The one who took action was the middle-aged man Mu Qingfeng who had been watching.

"Ahem..."
Chapter completed!