The horse thief who had scared the monk before was completely angry when he heard it, but he respected the boss very much, this monk has been there all the time with the donkey's lips not the horse's mouth, isn't this just a clear desire to find death!? Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"King Kong is angry with your mother!" the horse thief scolded very imposingly, and the scimitar in his hand was also very orderly, obviously such a method, such a cleaver had been practiced many times, or used many times.

The monk was silent, still looking at the horse thief leader, and he didn't mean to turn his gaze at all, so naturally he didn't care about the scimitar that came at all.

The scimitar was about two feet away from the monk's right shoulder, and the curse accompanied by saliva had just spurted out of the wide mouth, and the horse thief, who had been fierce and smug a moment ago, suddenly burst open, and the things that blew out splashed the three people who were originally behind him all over their heads full of bloody flesh and blood and fine white bone slag.

Only one of the scimitars that had been in the hands of the explosive horse thief fell to the ground out of thin air, and the sharp blade was gone.

The monk was still standing in place, standing straight, with his palms folded together in the form of a vajra glare.

Sudden changes, a big living person turned into flesh and blood sticking to others in an instant, anyone who encounters this kind of thing can't react immediately, and even if they do, I'm afraid it will be difficult to suppress the fear in their hearts.

The three horse thieves who were splashed all over their bodies shouted in unison, but the leader of the horse thieves shouted in a voice louder than the three of them: "What is it called!? Disperse and retreat, this man will use magic and kill him in battle!"

It is worthy of a gang of horse thieves who have cooperated for ten years, and the roar of the horse thief leader actually has an effect. The thirty-six horse thieves who were still alive immediately dispersed, and finally gathered around the horse thief leader in many small circles, faintly forming a cone-shaped charging formation, led by a large man with a strong body, and the spear in his hand seemed to weigh about thirty pounds.

The horse thieves felt as if they had gone back ten years, back to a time when they weren't as powerful as they are now. At that time, they also fought with small groups of officers and soldiers, so why not fight against the water? No horse thief noticed that his thoughts were actually more self-paralyzing, and they just needed a head to continue to fight side by side, instead of running in all directions.

But can that kind of scene just now really be uncovered just thinking about it?

Apparently not.

The monk with angry eyes and a majesty as the King Kong descended into the world was still there, still standing straight there.

As he drew his sword, the leader of the horse thieves pinched his waist with his hand, so that his voice would not tremble, so that he would not even be able to draw the scimitar.

The leader of the horse thieves, who held up the scimitar in his hand but did not gain a hint of security, even his neck turned red, and finally spat out the short words in his throat.

"Charge!"

As soon as the leader gave the order, the men who had already beaten themselves for half the weather by suggestion reflexively clamped the belly of the horse, and the slender conical formation formed by the thirty-six horsemen began to pounce on the independent monk. These horse thieves finally unified their thoughts after the charge began, that is, to kill the monk who would make the demon law alive!

The distance of the charge was not long, but it was enough for these medium-quality horses to exert their speed and produce enough force to knock down a normal wall. If he was lightly carried by the scimitar in the hand of the knight on horseback at this time, let alone any minor injuries, it would be considered lucky not to directly become a missing arm and leg.

The monk who was covered in patches and the bamboo box was so old that it was polished to a shiny luster did not move, and even in the face of the reflective scimitar of the tall horse that had reached two feet away, the monk still kept his hands together, as if the momentum of the thirty-six horses, a total of one hundred and forty-four hooves, could not be transmitted to him at all.

"Amitabha. The monk's momentum changed suddenly, and the monk's robe, which was full of patches, suddenly seemed to be completely white, warm as jade, and hard as a mountain.

The tall horse, the man is as strong as a mountain, and the big spear stabs the monk with enough strength.

The sound of striking the bell is grand and unmatched, and the buzz is leisurely.

The iron spear weighing more than 30 catties broke and collapsed into the air. The big man who was as strong as a tower looked up at the sky, not understanding how the spear in his hand was broken and how it flew into the air. He didn't even notice that the horse under his seat had crashed into the cotton wool and stopped with gentle force, while he himself had to fly off the horse's back by inertia and slam into an invisible wall.

The sound of bones breaking exploded so loudly that the strong man couldn't even twist his upwardly tilted head back forever to lose that opportunity forever.

The knight on the second horse noticed the strangeness of his companion, saw the invisible wall, and saw the monk's silent and angry eyes. He clung to the reins, trying to bypass the eerie space in front of him and attack from the side.

The knights on the third and fourth horses reacted one step earlier, maneuvering their hips with ease, sweeping to the left and right as they raised their crossbows to aim at the pretentious monk. The rest of the riders did the same, and they all collected their swords and raised their crossbows, and moved towards the sides of the monks.

The bell rang again, but the second horse thief, who had already turned around in time, could not change his final fate. It was still the horses that stopped, and the knights slammed into the invisible wall, dead in a heap.

Third, fourth. One by one, the horses stopped, and one by one the horse thieves crashed into the invisible wall. The invisible wall finally took on a visible shape because of the blood splattered everywhere.

A bell.

Giant bells commonly used in monasteries.

All the horse thieves were "buckled" under the bell, covered in blood, under the gaze of a monk who had lost his life.

The horse thief is no longer confident, and the horse thief leader can no longer deceive his heart. They were held in by a monk, a damn bald donkey, with a bell that was completely demonic. Who can be more confident? Who can still deceive themselves?

"Ahhhh

The screams rang out, all fearful screams. The horse thieves began to run more frantically than before, but none of them received the result that could be said to be alive.

"You are a monk, how can you kill like this!?" the leader of the horse thieves stared at the monk and shouted in his loudest voice.

"It's useless to talk too much, hell is not empty, it's not the fault of the earth, it's the fault of Shier, etc. The monk's brow remained calm, as if life and death had never happened before him.