The white-clothed monk's palms parted and reunited, and the blood-painted invisible bell contracted with it, and in the blink of an eye, it was already one size smaller. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe three horse thieves who had been trying to find a way out by the blood-colored bell wall suddenly felt like a heavy hammer hitting the face, and at the same time fell off their horses, their whole faces seemed to be forcibly erased, and their five views were in a mess, and they all fell into their skulls.

The fallen horse thief was dead, but the three horses were unharmed, and one even slipped out of the invisible bell with a pace.

"Master, Master, slow down, Ask Master to spare my life, Ask Master to spare ......"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the horse thief who turned over and dismounted and knelt down and begged for mercy seemed to have suddenly been put on a mountain. What are the consequences of putting a mountain on an ordinary person? The sudden severing of the voice can only be one reason, and this horse thief, who gave up his "horse thief dignity" and began to beg for mercy in order to survive, has become an indescribable puddle on the ground...... Stuff.

"Rush! Rush in one direction! This bald donkey is crazy! If you want to live, rush with me!" Seeing the fate of his subordinates, the horse thief leader, who had just begged for mercy in his heart, immediately gave up his unrealistic illusions, pulled out the big ring knife at his waist and raised it high, and then pointed in a completely opposite direction to the monk, and charged his horse.

The monk opened his palms again, this time a little more apart than the previous one. He looked at the horse thief who began to go crazy because of despair, without mercy or hesitation, but just shouted: "My Buddha is merciful, the poor monk is the best, and I am willing to dissolve the evil in the world and be the angry King Kong." ”

The monk with the best name of the law closed his palms again, this time the bell rang ten miles away, the blood-colored giant bell shrank again, and more than ten horse thieves were like a giant hammer, such as being pressed by the mountain, and the death was miserable. The death of the front rider seemed to alleviate the invisible but terrifying strength of the bell wall, and the only remaining fourteen horsemen actually succeeded in breaking out of the invisible giant bell under the foreshadowing of the death of many horse thieves in front of the head.

Obviously out of danger, the fourteen horse thieves were still full of madness.

Behind him is a monster who can use demons, a devil who pretends to be a monk! No one will ever feel safe until they will never see this devil again, let alone relax their bullshit spirit.

The leader of the horse thieves, who had fallen at the tail, was now in the forefront, and his motley horse, which had quietly replaced far faster than the previous stolen yellow horse, began to exert its original power.

The leader of the horse thieves was glad that he felt his right eyelid jump hard before going out today, and subconsciously rode the BMW that had been hidden, glad that he had not let the mount show its true level from the time he saw the monster monk until he began to really escape. Otherwise, even if the monk was not the first to kill him, the subordinates of the horse thieves, who were only concerned about fleeing for their lives and had no brotherly affection, would have been the first to snatch this unpeculiar-looking but extremely fast horse.

A tool for escape, who doesn't want three points faster?

Zhishan watched the fourteen horsemen flee quickly, especially the horse thief leader who suddenly accelerated at the front, his calm gaze was still calm, but he no longer stood still, but finally stretched out the somewhat tattered straw sandals and took the first step.

Even if you haven't eaten pork, most people have heard the sound of pork being thrown on the table.

At this time, the pork is the horse thief who is running away from everything except his life, and the board is this world, and what about the hand that picked up the pork and fell heavily on the board?

The hand came from the supreme monk who was dressed in a white monk's robe, and his face was calm but could reveal infinite anger out of thin air, and it also came from the powerful will of the demon slayer King Kong emitted by him.

"Bang!"

I saw the supreme monk raise his left hand with a wave, as if holding a feather duster in his hand, and the last horse of the fourteen horse thieves in front of him suddenly flew up and slammed into the invisible wall in the air, and a big head was torn apart like a watermelon, not to mention the body that had all the bones thrown off.

One after another, the horse thief was like a fragile raw egg, and with the stride but not slower than the galloping horse, the supreme monk waved his hands from side to side, one by one flew out of the saddle, in the air, on the ground, and even on a leaf that flew unintentionally, crashing into a piece of skin without a pulp, and crashing into a mass of indescribable things.

The variegated fast horse had already fallen to the top of the Monk Erli, and the thirteen horsemen who had also been thrown off no one could still scold the leader who had raised the wine bowl in his hand and said that he wanted to live and die together.

The thirteen horses without their masters gradually stopped, and the supreme monk rushed out alone, still striding forward, but the speed was three points faster.

"Amitabha. "Speaking loudly Buddha, the supreme monk casually copied a fist-sized stone on the side of the road, and was about to throw a stone with his arm, when he suddenly withdrew his arm and put the stone on the side of the road.

Zhishan stopped in place, folded his palms again, the anger between his eyebrows and eyes was gone, and he regained his gentle expression, quietly looking at a line of ink and the snow white that were cut horizontally from afar.

Like a celestial man holding a pen and writing, the earth is made of paper, and a little thick ink is swept away at great speed. Not long after Zhishan stopped, the ink color that crossed the sky and the earth had collided with the variegated color that gradually turned into small dots.

Without the slightest pause, he wrote in ink, erasing the little speck from heaven and earth, and then went around and straight to the line of the supreme monk.

"Master, is this a horse thief?" The seven characters came from far and near, and everyone came to front of him.

The white clothes are better than the snow, do not stir up the dust, and the treasure horse is like ink, dyed with strong colors. The knight turned over and dismounted, and threw the horse thief leader on the ground, just as he finished his sentence.

The supreme monk smiled, and his steady voice was slightly raised, and he also brought a little smile: "The eleventh ascetic of the poor monk Longjue Temple, the Dharma name is the best." I have seen the Yuntian faction Zhang Yun Zhang Zhenren. ”

The white-clothed fairy knight is none other than Zhang Yun. He originally walked straight in the direction of Chuzhou, but suddenly found that there was a horse running like crazy, and he found that the other party was pale with a clairing mirror, and his expression was crazy, and he threw all the things except the big ring knife in his hand all the way. It was when he saw that one of the things thrown by the man was a brocade with mandarin ducks embroidered, that Zhang Yun had doubts, and then saw the corpse of the person on the way and the monk who picked up the stone, and finally decided to arrest the person and ask him.

Catching a horse thief is naturally handy, Zhang Yun was surprised at this time that he had a mask on his face, and this monk could still say a word.

With a smile on his face, Zhang Yun had strengthened his vigilance in his heart. He bowed his hand to the monk who claimed to be the supreme good, and said with a smile: "The master recognized the wrong person, right?"

The supreme monk is a head taller than Zhang Yun, and when he heard this, he smiled even more, bowed his head, and said with a smile with the courtesy of a junior: "There are only two real people in the world surnamed Zhang, Zhang Lao Zhenren on Wudang Mountain is like an immortal living in the nine heavens, and Zhang Xiaozhenren who came out of the Yuntian faction is a bodhisattva in the world." Ordinary people can't see that the poor monk was born in Longjue Temple, and he happens to know some ways to look at the sky and look at the qi, so he dares to affirm. The younger generation is very good, and I have seen Zhang Zhenren. ”