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Bang!

Lin Menghan's undulating chest was instantly penetrated by lightning.

The whole body was flashing with electric sparks, and the black smoke and a pungent burnt smell came out.

All carbonized in less than a second and died of life.

Bang!

Zhang Qianlei stepped on Lin Menghan's body to pieces.

Everyone was shocked.

"I think who dares to stop Dao Master? Even Chen Anping's bull's nose comes over, he has to get out!"

With the loud shout, Zhang Qianlei was furious and attacked very quickly. He bent his fingers and bounced his palms like a knife.

He moved like fire, and his momentum was like thunder. He killed and killed several disciples in just two seconds, then grabbed Tang Guozhu and Tang Linglong and protected them behind him.

"Zhang Qianlei, I, Wudang, have no grudges with you in the future, and there is no grudge in the near future. How dare you kill my disciple!"

"Zhang Qianlei, you're too much!"

"Today, I, Wudang, and you will never stop!"

Everyone was shocked and angry and shouted, but for a moment, no one dared to step forward and fight with Zhang Qianlei.

"Fellow Daoist Qianlei, after all, was the leader of a sect. How many younger generations did you attack?"

Suddenly, a figure wearing a Taoist robe came into the air.

This person's sleeves are floating, and the clouds are scattered around him. His temperament is unparalleled, just like an exiled immortal who is on earth.

He floated on the roof of a hall, his body stood straight like a sword, his sharp eyes looked down at the heroes, and he swung his sleeves and said proudly:

"You are too much to bully the weak and bully the weak and afraid of the strong!"

"Disciple, please pay homage to the head!"

Many Wudang elders, hall masters and disciples bowed down together, as if they saw a god.

"We welcome the arrival of the real person Anping Dharma Lord!"

"I wish Anping the deep abyss of martial arts and a thousand years of life!"

As for the richest man Li Chaoren of Hong Kong, Macau gambling king He Hongchen, Baodao Bamboo League Wan Qili and other secular wealthy people and giants, they all bowed to the ground, like believers seeing the gods, their eyes were full of fanatical respect.

The person who came was Chen Anping, the head of Wudang.

Zhang Qianlei's aura was not weak at all, and he smiled disdainfully:

"Chen Anping, if you attack Tang Linglong, a girl, you won't be much brighter, right?"

He shook his head, and the old god said:

"Ming tells you, Lao Jiang will come over immediately! I advise you to stop immediately!"

"You set up a few tables of wine and bow your head to admit your mistake. Master Dao, I will help you to make peace, otherwise you will not die well!"

"Jiang Taichu is coming?"

As soon as this statement was released, the audience was slandered.

Everyone's faces changed wildly, showing a deep look of fear.

The Banyin Sect has always regarded the secular world as an ant.

But Jiang Tian is different.

According to legend, he already has the cultivation level of a half-step human immortal, and the most powerful person from a secular background is enough to compete with the leaders of the semi-hidden sect.

"Is Master really coming? He has me in his heart, so it must be like that?"

Only Tang Linglong's expression was excited, her beautiful eyes shone, and her heart was filled with tenderness.

"You fool, don't talk nonsense!"

Old Tang shook his head helplessly and glanced at Jiang Tian, ​​who turned into Xiao Wei next to him.

"Jiang Taichu is coming!"

When Chen Anping heard this, his pupils shrank, his face was gloomy and his mind was moving.

If Jiang Tian comes alone, with the power he gathers, he still has a chance of winning.

But with the addition of Zhang Qianlei, the number one master of Taoist thunder magic, he probably only won by 55.

Thinking of this, Chen Anping smiled and said:

"Fellow Daoist Qianlei, Jiang Tian is cruel and ruthless, kills people and destroys the family at any time. It's not a good thing!"

"You are friends with him, so I'll say we won't let you go. Even if we care about friendship and don't kill you, you will dance with wolves and seek skin with tigers. I'm afraid you won't have a good end!"

His jade face shines brightly, his eyes are kind and compassionate, and he has a bit of a master's style. He said in a straightforward and tempting way:

"I learned that Jiang Taichu has achieved good fortune and has the broken pictures of the immortal ruins and the magical inheritance. Why not join forces with you and my brothers to kill Jiang Taichu and force him to hand over the broken pictures and skills?"

"That's right, Qian Lei, don't make yourself mistakenly! Hurry up and turn the dark and turn to the light!"

Gong Yile persuaded him kindly.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I will kill Tang Linglong and Jiang Taichu today. If you are obsessed with it, I can only start a killing act!"

Master Wuchen threatened like a ferocious and evil spirit.

"Master Zhang, Jiang Taichu is an extraordinary person. If you and I want to get it, I may be able to reach the sky in one step!"

An elder of the Hongmen tempted him.

"shut up!"

Zhang Qianlei glared at the bronze bell's big eyes, shouted like a thunderous thunder, and then said arrogantly:

"I am as close as brothers and I have a close relationship with my loved ones. Lao Jiang has long told me the secret of the Immortal Ruins, and he is still begging for nothing to pass on my martial arts."

He shook his head and said proudly:

"But Master Dao, I have taken a different approach and formed my own family, how could I practice his method?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Qianlei was also extremely depressed.

Very heart-stumped and very painful.

This bitch, Lao Jiang, is so stingy.

He taught me a lot of martial arts, and I asked me to be his slave every day, otherwise there would be no negotiation.

"Zhang Qianlei, be shameless, you can die!"

Seeing that Zhang Qianlei was not in, Chen Anping's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his right hand was raised leisurely and he slapped at Zhang Qianlei.

When this palm was slapped, it was like destroying the world. A series of green auras condensed into a ten-meter-long giant palm that was crushed down.

True martial arts clutches!

It is said to be the inheritance of Emperor Zhenwu, the unique Taoist knowledge, and the supreme martial arts practiced both law and martial arts.

This technique can be practiced to the extreme. You can activate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and form the supreme killing move without chanting the mantra or stepping on the turbulent steps.

boom!

Zhang Qianlei's body was as majestic as a mountain, and his black hair was as fluttering as a waterfall. He took one step and fisted to meet him.

The punch was hit, and the void within a radius of ten meters shook, and the lightning burst, lingering into a huge thunder and lightning fist, bombarding towards the giant palm.

The power of lightning, lightning, lightning, and fire is unimaginable. Even the immortals of the same generation dare not compete with them.

This "Tianth Thunder God Fist" is a unique skill and great power in the Tianshizong sect of Longhu Mountain. Zhang Qianlei has practiced hard for decades but has not successfully controlled it.

After fighting with Jiang Tian, ​​his cultivation level was extremely sublimated and his cultivation level was stabilized by the half-step human immortal, and he could finally use it at will.

Boom!

After the thunder fist broke through the air and smashed the green giant palm to pieces, the remaining momentum still continued, and bombarded Chen Anping.

"not good!"

Chen Anping was filled with warning signs, stepped on the void, climbed up to the sky, and avoided this punch.

Boom!

A magnificent palace was shattered by thunder fists, smoke and dust rolled, bricks and tiles flew everywhere, houses collapsed, and a terrain shook.

Chen Anping's face was shocked and his heart was thrilled.

How come this old guy's cultivation has made so rapid progress, and he can actually break the clutches of the true martial arts!

Even though Zhang Qianlei was blessed by the Song and Lu families before, the cultivation resources obtained from the secular world are still incomparable to the Wudang Sect.

"No, I must kill this person as soon as possible, otherwise Jiang Taichu will come later, and it will be even more troublesome. Maybe it may be a disaster for the family to be destroyed!"

Chen Anping was anxious, slapped his chest, spitting blood in his mouth, and a peerless magic weapon was sacrificed from the blood.
To be continued...