Abbot Kuci did not make the slightest movement, as if he was asleep.

Seeing that the abbot of Kongci still didn't react, Master Kongshan frowned slightly and looked at the Shaolin disciple beside him, not understanding what the abbot of Kongci meant.

"Senior Brother Abbot?" Master Kongshan shouted a little confusedly, bent down slightly, approached in surprise, and when he arrived in front of Abbot Kongci, he reached out and grabbed Abbot Kongci's robe and shook it lightly twice, but there was still no response.

"Senior Brother Abbot?" Master Kongci frowned, shouted again tentatively, showing a hint of panic, gently grabbed Abbot Kongci's arm, and shook it slightly.

Abbot Kongci fell down in the direction of Master Kongshan's force, and at this time, a wound on Abbot Kongci's neck, thinner than a hair, slowly appeared a touch of red under such an action, revealing a trace of blood.

Master Kongshan looked at the abbot of Kongci lying on the bed, his eyes widened, he was slightly stunned, and shouted in panic, then he reacted and cried bitterly: "Senior brother abbot..."

The last person Abbot Kongci saw was Mu Lingtian, and Mu Lingtian was a murderous maniac, not to mention that Mu Lingtian was angry and murderous when he left, obviously he had a quarrel with Abbot Kongci, so Mu Lingtian was destined to carry the black pot again.

Several Shaolin disciples cried, and the grief-stricken Master of Kongshan reacted, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Mu Lingtian... My Shaolin Temple will never let you go, quit anger, go to the mountain gate to stop the sword demon, don't let him leave the Shaolin Temple!"

"Knock knock—"

Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue strode to the main hall, only to hear an eager bell ringing, Luo Xue glanced back, had a bad premonition in his heart, frowned slightly, and showed a worried look.

As soon as the two of them stepped down the steps of the main hall, Mu Lingtian stopped, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced slightly behind him, a group of Shaolin Temple disciples, holding long sticks, ran out quickly from the side, blocking Mu Lingtian's way.

"Drink!"

With a loud shout, more than thirty Shaolin disciples, with angry faces and wooden sticks, faced Mu Lingtian.

Mu Lingtian was furious at the moment, he lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the Shaolin disciples, thinking that it was Abbot Kongci who wanted to keep him, shook his head slightly and sighed, sneered, and said with emotion: "Shaolin Temple is nothing more than this! The rivers and lakes are just like this! A ghost lives a thousand miserable, one person dies and a hundred ghosts are destroyed, I Mu Lingtian wants to kill all the demons in the world in this life, even if I go to hell, I will never regret it..."

The low and grim voice and the indifferent and violent eyes made the young and handsome face look extremely cold and ruthless, Mu Lingtian lowered his eyebrows and looked at the Shaolin disciples, and took that firm step.

Under Mu Lingtian's evil aura, even the Shaolin disciples felt a kind of fear, and they involuntarily slid their steps, moving back slightly.

A noisy sound sounded, more Shaolin disciples rushed over, and Master Kongshan also took a group of Shaolin disciples and strode out from the steps, staring at Mu Lingtian with angry eyebrows, gritting his teeth and saying, "Mu Lingtian... In vain, Senior Brother Abbot values you so much, and has spoken for you many times, but I didn't expect you to be such a wolf-hearted and dog-hearted person, and it is unbearable to do this to Senior Brother Abbot, and today I will eradicate you scum for Wulin. ”

Mu Lingtian glanced sideways at Master Kongshan who was chasing after him, he didn't know what Master Kongshan was talking about at all, he lowered his eyebrows, flashed with a cold light, glanced at all the Shaolin disciples, and said in a cold voice: "If you want to kill me, even if you go together, why talk nonsense." ”

Master Kongshan took a deep breath and said angrily, "Amitabha... Shaolin Holy Land, although it does not kill evil, but it is also the duty of Shaolin disciples to subdue demons and eliminate demons, for the sake of the common people in the world, for the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, Shaolin disciples listen to orders, at all costs, today must capture the sword demon. ”

"Drink—"

All the Shaolin disciples, cheering in unison, were really exciting, only listening to Qi Shu's stepping, they stepped forward one after another, ready to capture Mu Lingtian.

After all, this is Shaolin Temple, Mu Lingtian also believes that these monks will not be embarrassed by the falling snow, let alone threaten themselves with falling snow, and even if there is a case, he has enough ability to save the falling snow, Mu Lingtian glanced at the Shaolin disciples in front of him with cold eyes, walked towards the Shaolin disciples, and slowly walked into the formation of the Shaolin disciples.

"Whew-"

With a wave of the long stick, it made a neat sound, and the Shaolin disciples raised their sticks and slashed towards Mu Lingtian.

These Shaolin disciples, although their kung fu is not bad, but the eighteen Arhat stick formation can not trap Mu Lingtian for a moment, not to mention these ordinary disciples, and Mu Lingtian's internal strength has now been integrated, and it is much stronger than above Phoenix Villa.

Although the roster was destroyed, Mu Lingtian was very angry, but Mu Lingtian also knew very well that the Shaolin Temple was all monks, and it was impossible to be involved in the affairs of the Mu family, and Master Kongshan only said that he would capture himself, not to mention that these monks, Mu Lingtian also knew a little, and they were indeed innocent and pitiful people, so Mu Lingtian did not plan to kill him, like a phantom, he jumped up lightly, avoided the long stick of the Shaolin disciple, pulled out the remnant, and with a cold air, swept towards the Shaolin disciple diagonally, and waved a fierce burst of sword qi.

I saw dozens of sword qi, from above the remnants, quickly falling in front of the Shaolin disciples.

"Bang bang bang-"

A coherent and clear explosion sounded, the sword qi fell to the ground, and some Shaolin disciples' long sticks were also shot down, while the Shaolin disciples in the front row were also impacted by the blasted true qi and fell backwards.

"Amitabha—"

Master Kongshan muttered, stared at Mu Lingtian with jealousy, jumped up, leaned over and flew directly towards Mu Lingtian from the steps of the main hall, and at the same time, his right palm condensed a strong force, and slashed towards Mu Lingtian (King Kong Pushing Mountain Palm).

This move is the second style of Shaolin mastery of the strong Vajra palm, known for its fierceness, it is a strong internal force to play the palm method, the power is huge, it is difficult to parry, the internal force and qi, as well as the palm method have extremely high requirements, easy to learn and difficult to master.

Master Kongshan's kung fu is very high, and he specializes in the powerful Vajra palm, and his internal strength is also very deep, only to see a golden palm power, rushing out from the hand of Master Kongshan, like a Buddha's hand getting bigger and bigger, flying towards Mu Lingtian.

Mu Lingtian felt the movement behind him, and as soon as he landed and looked back, a big golden hand pressed towards him, Mu Lingtian swept with his backhand, and the remnants swung a whirling sword blade towards Master Kongshan's (King Kong Pushing Mountain Palm).

Master Kongshan wanted to capture Mu Lingtian, so he naturally used ten percent of the internal force, and Mu Lingtian's sword tightly used seventy percent of the internal force.

"Bang-"

The sword blade and the palm force met in the air, and there was a muffled sound, and the two powerful true qi surged, exploding a puff of smoke and dust, and the sword blade of the palm force disappeared into the air.

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