The atmosphere on the court was frozen for a moment, and Xu Shouhui withdrew from the Ming Cult by himself - this was voluntary, so we can't stop him, right? When the Purple-Shirt Dragon King broke into the school, he was even more powerful than this, and he was not punished. Xu Shouhui, a general who commanded hundreds of thousands of soldiers, still had the right to withdraw from the gang.

Xu Shouhui established another Sun and Moon Sect - Gao Qiang and others were defeated. Yin Tianzheng is the best example. This old man was addicted to being the leader of the Tianying Sect. He is not a good person? If he wants to attack Xu Shouhui, why don’t he calculate Mr. Yin’s old accounts?

Gao Qiang was speechless. Behind Xu Shouhui, there were a lot of big and small leaders, as if they had agreed in advance. He said similar words, nothing more than XXX withdrew from the Ming Cult and volunteered to join the Sun and Moon Sect, etc.

There are many branches of the Ming Cult in history. To put it more specifically, the Sun and Moon God Sect is now such an organization. However, this time Xu Shouhui is coming with great force and is too powerful to poach the corners and the ground. If he accidentally, the Ming Cult, which has been in history for hundreds of years, was dug into an empty shell by him.

Most of the highs, middle-level leaders were all involved in Xu Shouhui's arms. These leaders were not very powerful in the Gaoqiang army, but in terms of identity and seniority, they were all famous masters with status and status. Once they left, they would have to leave a lot of foundation officials from all over the Ming Cult. The impact of this incident was profound and long-term, and people probably would not have expected it.

Gao Qiang turned his head and looked at Yang Xiao and others behind him. Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, but there was no way for a moment. Yin Tianzheng's white eyebrows trembled: "Okay, okay, you Xu Shouhui. Let's ride a donkey and read the songbook, and walk and see!"

Mr. Yin said a word, vaguely gave everyone a step. Gao Qiang led the remaining Ming Cult to return to the tent. Xu Shouhui's splitting Ming Cult became a ready-made fact. Xu Shouhui's move was a stumbling block under his feet, making you unable to say anything.

The scattered people listened to the letters around him while listening to the accurate letters around him. When they heard Mr. Yin speak, they whistled away from the Three Persian envoys and retreated.

Gao Qiang originally wanted to solve the problem with force, but Xu Shouhui did this.

The Ming Cult Xiang Hao lost face, but after thinking about it, he forced himself to endure this anger. The other party had the two elders of Xuanming and the three Persian envoys, plus the three flag envoys who had turned over. Judging from the masters, this was already comparable in strength in his hands. If we included the hidden Dharma King of the Persian Ming Cult, the Dragon Slaying Sword and the rest of the people, this matter was not easy to solve.

But if he doesn't give him a warning, do you really think that Ming Cult is a soft persimmon? Gao Qiang made up his mind secretly and must find something to ridicule Xu Shouhui's face.

Xu Shouhui sneered repeatedly: "The next thing is to talk about the murderous devil Xie Xun!"

The heroes below were angry and immediately started to quarrel. Everyone looked at Gao Qiang and others in the Ming Cult. The eyes were full of contempt and anger. Gao Qiang looked around and saw cold eyes. He lamented in his heart: Mr. Xie, you have caused everyone to suffer! "Kill him!"

"Slaughter this beast!"

"Thousands of cuts!"

Xu Shouhui had a faint smile on his face. Gao Qiang couldn't help it. He immediately stood up and thought to himself: I can't let this kid perform again.

Gao Qiang bowed his hand and said to the four directions: "Heroes are so indifferent. Xie Xun is the Dharma King of My Ming Cult. We will never protect our shortcomings when doing such bloody things. However, whether it is Xie Xun's scum or animal, it should be handed over to our Ming Cult. Master Xu, when will it be your turn to intervene?"

Xu Shouhui smiled and said, "Okay, I've done something wrong. I'll apologize to the Higher Education Master. Come on, please thank the Lion King!"

Gao Qiang knew that Xu Shouhui was waiting to see him make a joke. If he wanted to protect Xie Xun in this matter, he would offend the heroes of the world. If he really did Xie Xun, the brothers in the sect would definitely not be convinced by him. Xie Xun was a super hot pot!

With the order, Xu Shouhui opened the tent behind him, and several people pushed out a large wooden cart, but saw a person sitting in the middle of the wooden cart, with a dark and unconscious iron chain. The man had yellow hair, a face full of vicissitudes, and his eyes were pale and desolate. It was Xie Xun. Gao Qiang saw Xie Xun for the first time, and his heart was sad. A generation of masters ended up like this... "Entertainment Father!" Zhang Wuji shouted, and went out, kicked several people who were pushing the cart away, and with force on his arms, he pushed the wooden cart back, and everyone in the Ming Cult surrounded him.

Gao Qiang reached out and touched the iron chain. The iron chains were about the thickness of their thumb, but they were not too thick. They just wrapped Xie Xun tightly on the left and right. I guess Xie Xun was in the first-class state and was not able to use the magic medicine. Xu Shouhui was relieved to push out the killing god. "Xu Shouhui, what did you do to my adoptive father?" Zhang Wuji was furious. "Young Master Zhang, your adoptive father is too capable, so he had to lock him with the iron chain and spray him with some medicine. Just pour a basin of cold water." Xu Shouhui said coldly, "But, Zhang Wuxia and his wife said that Xie Xun was dead back then, so what's going on?"

The Seven Heroes of Wudang have been restless since Xie Xun appeared. Zhang Cuishan sighed and stood up. The people on the field buzzed in a low voice, mixed with some voices: "Zhang Cuishan, you beast, we are useless to treat you like this back then..." "Zhang Cuishan, a liar!" "This is the thing. We said back then that Xie Xun, who was doing evil, died!" Zhang Cuishan whispered the original story and pointed at Xie Xun and said: "Xie Xun is no longer the murderous Xie Xun that year, and it is not considered a lie. Obviously, he is guilty of everyone in his heart."

Zhang Cuishan suddenly pulled out the tiger-head hook from his waist, and suddenly cut it back, and even broke one of his arms, and said hard: "The matter started from me and ended with me. Cuishan had to apologize for the broken arm. From now on, Cuishan would not take a step down from Wudang Mountain in his life, and would not use men to fight for the military! If anyone is dissatisfied with me in this matter, Zhang Cuishan, now he can come up to take my life. I will never fight back, and Wudang will not stand up for me to avenge me!"

Zhang Cuishan's broken arm was just a matter of the blink of an eye, and the other six heroes of Wudang rushed up and screamed in surprise.

Zhang Cuishan did not allow others to point acupoints to stop bleeding, nor did he bandage his arms, but only said harsh words, and slowly looked around the heroes around with red eyes. Xie Xun's enemies were forced by his eyes and couldn't help but lower their heads. There was an irrelevant person saying soft words: "Zhang Wuxia, why did you hurt your precious body for Xie Xun, the beast?"

Zhang Cuisan stood there as if he didn't even bother. After a while, he saw that blood was pouring on his arms, dyeing half of his body red. Zhang Cuishan laughed: "Since there is no one, Cuishan has said goodbye!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he bowed to the ground in front of the wooden car, touched Xie Xun's face with his remaining right arm. He called out to the elder brother, cried three times, laughed three times, and burst into tears. He immediately turned around and left. Zhang Wuji exclaimed "Dad" and moved forward involuntarily. But when he turned his head and saw Xie Xun, he couldn't bear to leave Xie Xun after all. He stretched his neck and watched his father leave, two lines of clear tears flowed in his eyes.

When the other six heroes of Wudang saw Zhang Cuishan leave, Song Diqiao waved his hand, and the other five except him followed Zhang Cuishan.

The crowd made a way for Zhang Cuishan. The crows were silent, but they were shocked by Mo Zi, who seemed weak but actually strong, decisively.

Xu Shouhui coughed: "This Xie Xun..."

Gao Qiang clasped his fists and made a ritual. "There is a source of injustice and a master. It is true that Xie Xun has a lot of blood debts, but if he dies, who will hold his deep blood sea? In the battle of Guangming, everyone knows that Cheng Kun was the culprit back then! I promise that if Cheng Kun dies, if everyone wants to take revenge, the Ming Cult will definitely not stop him."

Someone in the crowd cursed: "Fuck, fart, I have been killed by this dog thief for thirty years. If Cheng Kun does not die for thirty years, would we have to wait for thirty years?"

Before Gao Qiang could speak, Xie Xun suddenly yawned in the prison car, and Thunder yelled: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, three days."

Xie Xun yelled three times: "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

This man was actually slow in the prison car. He stood up, Xie Xun's internal and external skills were top-notch. He stood up and jumped into broken wood. He was full of muscles and took a few deep breaths. His mouth was panting like a cow, and he said "An, An, An, An"

There was a loud sound, but he saw his chest swelling like a ball, and the iron chains on his body collapsed.

Everyone on the field was startled when they saw it. Even Xu Shouhui took a step back in shock. He turned his head to look at the two elders of Xuanming: "Didn't he be hit by the Ten-Scented Soft Sticky Stick? How could he recover his kung fu so quickly?"

Lu Zhanke said with a bitter face, "Master, my subordinates don't know about this. Shixiang Soft Jin San has never avoided such a thing before."

Xie Xun's arms were shaken, his face turned red as blood, but when he heard a jingle sound, he actually broke the iron chains on his body!

Gao Qiang was confused by the side: Is it the original record wrong? Or is it that Mr. Xie, a Kung Fu, has an adventure? Seeing that this body can shatter the iron chain and strong internal strength, it may not be so light after changing himself. Is this still the blind Golden Lion King?

Xie Xun escaped from the trap, and the great men of the Ming Cult immediately went up to the garden. The old brothers had not seen each other for decades. Now they saw each other. No matter how wrong it was before, tears flowed all over, even Xie Xun himself was in tears and said, "Brothers, Xie Xun is sorry to everyone, I have implicated you!"

Wei Yixiao laughed: "Xie Erbang, what do you say? When will we be afraid of avoiding trouble? Just come back. When we find the purple-shirted girl back, we purple-white golden green, the four great Dharma kings, will we all roar in the world, will we be happy?"

Xie Xun smiled without saying a word, shook his head and said, "It's hard! The purple-shirt girl has been here for many years, but she doesn't know how to come here. It's impossible to think about what she used to be like."

He turned around, and although he could not see him, he bowed to Gao Qiang, and the big thorn did not call the leader.

Gao Qiang saw the killing god paying homage to him, and his body was trembling and cold, so he naturally would not pay attention to these small things. He smiled and tried his best to make the atmosphere: "Thank you, what a great kung fu!"

Xie Xun laughed: "When you are alone in a deserted island, no one can practice such martial arts."

Gao Qiang didn't know, and Xu Shouhui didn't guess that Shixiang Soft Jin San was only effective for first-class experts. If it was for the top-class experts, although it could temporarily suppress their kung fu, it would be possible to give them time, and they would be able to slowly force out the poison.

Back then, Zhang Wuji, Xie Xun, and Zhou Zhiruo were in a deserted island and were hit by a ten-scent soft-gluten powder. Without the antidote, Zhang Wuji spent several days to force out the toxins in his body with a breath of true energy, and spent more than a month to help Xie Xun and Zhou Zhiruo remove poison. This is the reason.

As for Xie Xun, it is not the skill of the four Dharma Kings. Since Zhang Cuishan and his family left the Ice and Fire Island, Xie Xun was alone and lonely. He held the dragon-slaying sword every day, as if he was in an invisible dungeon cage. Although he said that believing in animals is better than believing in people and likes to be with animals, Xie Xun is a person in society after all. After all, he was away from the crowd and did not feel it at first for one or two years. Later, he was irritable. In addition, practicing Qishen Fist damaged his heart, and he was crazy and was about to go crazy.

That day, Xie Xun went crazy and rushed straight to the bottom of the sea, waving the dragon-slaying sword to face the endless waves. He thought about how his body, a mortal body, would compete with the power of nature?

But why did Xie Xun care so much? He was knocked down by the waves again and again, fell into the deep sea, and fell on the waves. Every time Xie Xun would get up and do it again. After many times, he actually found a way to improve his internal strength.

When Yang Guo practiced heavy swords in Linhai, his skills increased, and Yu Xiexun encountered very similar experiences. Xie Xun's practice was not important. He had been uninterrupted for twenty years, and he was caught in the world without anyone disturbing him. His mood was attracted by the infinite power of the ocean and was close to peace. He was a master at his level. If he wanted to move forward, it would be more difficult than climbing to the sky. Xie Xun had this experience. In the past twenty years, his internal strength had more than doubled, and he had already become one of the three monks of Yu Shaolin, Yuanzhen, and high strength.

He was captured by Xu Shouhui. Xu Shouhui first put the Ten Xiang Soft Sticky Sticks and then gave him a drug. Xie Xun used his deep internal strength to force the toxins out little by little. He was so sarcastic. Even Zhang Cuishan broke his arm and he couldn't bear it until this time he attacked! He opened the trump card!

The heroes everywhere were buzzing and scolding. Xie Xun turned his head and looked around, looked at the heroes everywhere, and suddenly roared loudly. The lion roar was his famous skill. The roar of the roar that year made many people become idiots. Now he roared, like a dragon roar like a lion, and the lingering sound was shaking in the air. Xie Xun shouted: "I, Xie Xun, killed countless people and committed many evils, but did not add any burden to others. Today, I will withdraw from the Ming Cult and work alone with a bare bone!"
Chapter completed!