The sky is full of sword rain, boundless sword qi, and although the plain is empty, it seems to be full of taboos at this time, which makes people feel a little depressed.

Jiang Han stepped out in one step, and the golden light laid a layer of enchantment.

Ding Ding Ding

Thousands of long swords were blocked, and the collision of the tips of the swords made a sound of gold and iron colliding on the barrier.

"Yuqing leads thunder"!

Jiang Han thought silently in his heart, and then only heard a "boom".

"Leifa, he actually knows Leifa"!

Jiang Han's performance became more and more unexpected for the people present, and they really couldn't imagine that Jiang Han would also thunder the law.

The young sword cultivator was also stunned, the thunder just now was deafening, and his mind was a little dazed for a moment.

Most of the creatures in heaven and earth are afraid of thunder and lightning, which is a inheritance in their bones, and even monks can't escape it.

"Thunderball"!

Just now it's just an appetizer, good to scare them with a thunderbolt.

Now is the real feast, thunder and lightning are in a web, purple contains a terrible red, overwhelmingly overwhelmed.

"Die"!

Jiang Han's tone was extremely cold, these people want their own magic weapons, and they want their own lives, so they must have the consciousness of death.

"No, don't"

The man who hated the Sword Gate felt that the power of heaven and earth was getting bigger and bigger, and he wanted to escape, but found that the void around him was sealed.

His long sword hadn't been withdrawn, his arms couldn't move, his legs couldn't move, and he could only watch in horror as the power grid fell.

It all happened between the lightning and the flint, and his eyes even saw the essence of the thunder and lightning, which made his heart jerk, and the horror in his eyes grew thicker and stronger.

"Stop"!

A shout came, Jiang Han was slightly surprised, and his eyes looked into the distance.

The strength of the person who came is strong, and it can be seen from the sound wave just now, I am afraid that he is another demonic genius.

But surprise to surprise, Jiang Han was not relentless, and the thunder and lightning directly drowned the man, leaving only his scream.

Jiang Han clapped his hands, as if he had touched something dirty, and looked disdainful.

The people present changed color, and then a primordial monk died, and there was not even a bit of flesh and blood left under the thunder and lightning.

"Goo-dong"

Some people swallowed their saliva, looking at Jiang Han's gaze with a little more fear.

Sou!

The sound of breaking the air came from far and near, and the speed of people coming was extremely fast, and ordinary people couldn't detect it at all.

However, Jiang Han saw it clearly, and it turned out to be a monk.

He didn't look very old, the top of his head was bare and shiny, and he was dressed in burlap clothes and wrapped his thin body.

The little monk's facial features are quite exquisite, but he always looks compassionate and compassionate.

"Alas, the poor monk is still a step too late."

The little monk sighed, folded his hands and recited the Buddha name.

Jiang Hanhuan looked at him with interest, it was the first time he had seen a Buddhist disciple.

After the war of the gods in ancient times, Buddhism should have a great prosperity.

However, the Dao Gate is the Dao Gate, and it is stubbornly guarding Nanzhan Buzhou and does not allow it to take a step.

However, Buddhism has its own means of Buddhism, and there are still some Buddhist disciples who have stepped into Nanzhan Buzhou and opened up the sect.

The little monk in front of him should be one of the disciples.

"Little monk, doesn't he deserve to die"?

Jiang Han asked.

The little monk raised his eyes and glanced at him, bowed his head and said, "It shouldn't be."

"Why". Jiang Han asked.

The little monk continued: "Amitabha, all living beings are equal, why should the benefactor make up and kill in vain."

As he spoke, he glanced Jiang Han up and down and said, "What's more, the donor is too angry, and the day of becoming a demon is not far away, so why should you fall into yourself because of others."

"Haha"

Jiang Han laughed and said: "Monk, you say that I am angry, and that I have made up and killed in vain, then I dare to ask the monk, they want to kill me, where is Your Excellency." ”

The little monk sighed and said, "Donor, the Buddha's light shines all over the world." ”

Jiang Han said disdainfully: "I see that your Buddha light only shines on others, but it never shines on me."

The little monk picked up the Buddha beads in his hand and said slightly: "Donor, when is the time for retribution, if you kill them, someone will come to kill you, such a cycle of cause and effect, isn't it very sad." ”

Jiang Han said: "Sad, then why am I afraid!"

"Alas, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

Jiang Han laughed when he heard this, and then interrupted the little monk and said, "I have a question, I don't know if the little monk can solve the puzzle."

"Donor, please speak".

"The bad guy put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha on the spot, so have you become a Buddha now"?

"Not yet".

"Then you will learn from me, kill him upside down, and then put down the butcher knife in your hand, so that you can become a Buddha?

Jiang Han clasped his hands on his chest, his face was full of ridicule, the old man once said that there is no hypocrite in the world than Shamen, so he has never had a good impression of monks.

The little monk was stunned by what Jiang Han said, but he couldn't find the words to refute it for a while, saying that his mana was strong, but the Buddhist scripture theory was still a little lower.

"Master of Anger, why talk nonsense with him, he has already entered the demon, and he asks the master to subdue the demon."

Zhang Buda escaped death temporarily, and now the only thing he hopes for is to let Jiang Han die!

At the moment, only this little monk has such strength.

"Angry, you call it angry"?

Jiang Han felt a little funny, the name of this little monk was quite kawaii.

The angry monk nodded and said: "The little monk will not be angry since birth, although the Buddhism abstains from greed and hatred, but how can he be detached without going through, the little monk is still short of an angry word."

Jiang Han heard that there was a difference, he had never been angry since he was born, what a high temperament, no wonder his mana was so unfathomable.

"So you're here to justify me?"

The little monk nodded and said, "The little monk heard that the donor was too angry, and he heard that there was a big war here, so he came here to resolve it."

When Jiang Han heard this, this Buddhist disciple really likes to meddle in things, and what the old man said is not wrong at all.

"It's okay to dissolve, wait until I kill him."

As soon as Jiang Han didn't reach the chapter, his figure suddenly disappeared.

The little monk had obviously been prepared for a long time, and the hand that was holding the Buddha beads stopped instantly, but it was also gone.

Jiang Han punched out, he planned to directly ask for Zhang Buda's life, take advantage of his illness to kill him, don't be ambiguous at all.

Zhang Buda didn't expect him to come, and he was so frightened for a while that the three corpses were scurrying around, and he was a little at a loss.

At this life-and-death juncture, the little monk suddenly appeared in front of him.

This is like an angel to Zhang Buda, and he even fell in love with this little monk a little.

Bang!

Fist to fist!

Jiang Han took three steps back, and the little monk also took three steps back.

The two of them looked up at each other at the same time, their eyes showed a little horror, and they each secretly said "so strong!"