Everyone saw the broken sticks being separated, and the blood mist suddenly filled the sky. Everyone's expressions changed immediately. After seeing the man holding the sword again, their faces were filled with shock, shock, and fear, as if they were seeing a ghost.
The sound of drinking resumed, and crowds of people poured in...
He swung his sword again at will, using the simplest, most direct and unpretentious move to unleash the most terrifying and miraculous sword technique.
The sword light exploded ten feet high. Facing the oncoming crowd, he swiped his sword horizontally, revealing a body that had been separated. The two parts of the body moved at will, stepping on the unpredictable steps, and appeared one after another. The long-lasting afterimage of clouds and smoke...
In an instant, the Shaolin stick monk turned into a cloud of exploding blood mist. A bloody wind has rolled up here, and a bloody rain has fallen here...
Within a hundred feet, there was a bare ground with almost no color.
For the Shaolin Temple, it is almost impossible to exterminate the family and the party.
The Shaolin Temple began in the Northern Wei Dynasty and passed through the Sui and Tang Dynasties. Nearly seven hundred years have passed. The dynasty has been destroyed, but Shaolin remains... Shaolin, which has remained standing for so many years, is now in danger of destroying the temple.
Everyone felt it and saw it, just because of that sword and that person.
There are corpses lying on the ground, corpses are scattered all over the field, there are less than one or two of the five hundred stick monks, and he is still killing people!
A pair of eyes stared at Random. They had no anger, only the purest fear.
Walking leisurely at will, the monks retreated one after another. Those who did not retreat were just frozen there, unable to move.
Everyone stopped, but the people didn't stop, the sword didn't stop, the killing continued... the blood was still flying, the monk was still falling, everyone stared at him blankly as he was still killing people, almost demented!
As the sword flashed, dozens more monks were killed by the sword's edge.
"Amitabha, isn't that enough, Lord?"
A Buddha's voice spoke of compassion and Zen, awakening everyone, and a faint shadow swept out from the temple. It was a ghostly movement that made people unaware. It was not until he stood still that everyone saw the old monk clearly.
The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Master Hou's martial arts skills are unparalleled in ancient and modern times. I only hope that Master Hou will be merciful and spare me Shaolin once!"
Ranyi said calmly: "You Shaolin want to fight me, but now you want me to stop?"
The old monk said: "Amitabha, I have realized my mistake."
He looked at the horrified Xuanci and said softly: "It's too late now. Thirty years ago, he almost caused Song and Liao to go to war because of Murong Bo's words. Now, he wants to fight with me because of Murong Bo's words." As an enemy..."
The old monk sighed: "How can Lord Hou be willing to give up?"
Randomly smiled, did not answer, and just raised his sword again!
At this time, they had no choice but to move. Xuanci, Xuanji, Xuanyin, Xuanhan, Xuandu, and Xuansheng all came out at the same time. Only six people from the Xuan generation attacked at the same time.
With a loud shout, the sound of Buddha bursts out.
In grief, anger and fury, the six people launched all their attacks at Zhi Ran with all their strength.
Powerful Vajra Palm, Skanda Palm, Qiankun in the Sleeve, Duoluoye Finger, Breaking the Ring Knife Technique, Fuhu Luohan Fist... the six people have six unique skills once they are performed. Some are clever, flexible and elusive, some open and close with great momentum, and some are fierce, domineering and frightening in power.
Perhaps they still have many shortcomings when separated, but when the six of them work together, the flaws in their fists suddenly disappear and become irresistible, making the stunts performed by the six of them flawless.
The moves for six people have arrived...
The six of them had surrounded him, and at the moment when the attack broke out, the swords were swung out.
The Xianyin sword turned into a shocking light, drawing an arc that encompassed the truth of heaven and earth...
Just one sword, one move!
Xuanci's death, Xuanji's death, Xuanyin's death, Xuansha's death, Xuandu's death, and Xuanshengyi's death, in just a moment, just when the heroes thought they would be in danger at any rate, the six eminent monks died. The shape stands still.
It seemed so casual, it seemed so relaxed and freehand, but the six eminent monks were killed with one sword and fell down together.
Randomly asked: "Won't the monk take action?"
The old monk said nothing, just looked at the corpse on the ground and recited scriptures...
Randomly shook his head, sheathed his sword, turned around and walked out...
No one dared to stop him, and no one dared to keep him. Thousands of eyes looked at him like this until the figure disappeared.
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Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng hated Murong and his son so much that they followed them like shadows...
Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are about the same age, but their skills are not the same. In the past six months, Murong Bo has been doing whatever he wants to deal with the devil, just to frame him and make him the enemy of the world.
It was also during this six months that Murong Bo was discovered by Xiao Yuanshan several times and died several times under his command.
Fortunately, over the years, Murong Bo secretly recruited many of his subordinates, but they escaped several times and almost all of the subordinates he recruited were killed by Xiao Yuanshan.
This time there were only two of them, his father and son. If they tried to escape again, it would be difficult to escape, not to mention that they were both seriously injured.
Suddenly, Xiao Feng struck out with one finger from a few feet away. The force shot through the air and reached Murong Fu's back.
Murong Bo blocked the attack with his palm, his whole body was shaken and his arms were numb.
"father!"
Murong Fu exclaimed, Xiao Yuanshan roared loudly and struck out his "Golden Secret Finger".
The sharp wind flew away and blood splattered.
"ah!"
"Fu'er!"
After Murong came back to life, a huge hole opened and he fell to the ground.
Murong Bo paused for a moment, and Xiao Yuanshan's other hand had been pulled out from his sleeve, as if he had pulled out some sharp weapon, and he sent out a palm in the air.
His palms are fast, fast, fierce, and cracking, and his moves are so weird that it's impossible to predict the timing.
Murong Bo slapped his palms together, and was about to receive a forceful blow to intercept his incoming attack, when he suddenly found that his palms had turned into fingers, and a frightening force touched the palm of his hand.
Murong Bo quickly restrained his heart pulse, but his true energy was still trembling, his energy and blood were trembling, and his body was trembling.
After three earthquakes, the person immediately flew out, and wherever he passed, the air was filled with blood.
The momentum of the raid suddenly changed, Murong Fuzheng was about to counterattack and intercept Xiao Yuanshan's offensive, but Xiao Feng struck out with one finger.
With a "pop", Murong Fu flew out and fell next to Murong Bo.
Xiao Yuanshan looked at their father and son and said with a sad smile: "Thirty years have passed. Thirty years have passed. Today, my beloved wife has my revenge...Old thief, do you still have any last words?"
Murong Bo covered his chest and stood up, and said: "Now your master is being besieged by all the heroes in the world, and the Shaolin Temple is helping out."
Xiao Yuanshan's expression changed.
Xiao Feng was also frightened and shouted: "Old thief, what other tricks do you want to use?"
Murong Bo smiled and said: "Xiao Yingxiong naturally knows that I was responsible for the murders during this period, but if you tell me, the world will never believe it. I can admit everything I have done, as long as you two let Fu'er go." .”
Murong Fu said: "Dad, you don't have to..."
Murong Bo interrupted: "Today my father and son are bound to die, but as a father, I just want you to live well."
After saying that, he looked at Xiao Feng and his son again and said: "As long as I accept everything, all the heroes in the world will definitely not be enemies with Mr. Ren. I know that your martial arts skills are the best in the world, but...but..."
He could no longer say the last words because he had already seen someone.
