The moonlight was like glue, sprinkling a cold silver light, enveloping this isolated island.

The originally dark night sky was clearly visible under the illumination of silver light, just like the sky of the sun.

If you look down from the sky, you can see that the island is no longer as beautiful and beautiful as it used to be. It was as if it had been struck by a meteorite in the stars and was torn apart.

On the island, the dragon roars and the tiger roars, and the Buddha's light shines.

The four of them got together and fought together, and everywhere they passed, there were all mountains and rocks, and there was no grass.

Rumble!

Pointing to the monk, he folded his hands, his face was pious, and his body was full of golden light, at first glance, he thought that he was a Buddha who purified all sentient beings, saving people and suffering in the sea.

This is the golden body of the Arhat, which is a horizontal practice method handed down by Buddhism thousands of years ago, known as the King Kong is not bad, and the defense is unparalleled.

But if you look closely, you will find that the situation of the monk is very bad at this time.

The mysterious old man was like a thousand-armed Guanyin, and with a gesture, countless hidden weapons instantly pierced the sky, and the rainstorm burst like a pear blossom on the body of a fingered monk.

It's so fast that people can't react at all.

Fortunately, it was a one-finger monk facing the old man. If you were someone else, you couldn't hold out for a round in front of the old man. But even if he is a one-fingered monk and has displayed the golden body of an Arhat, he is not too late to retreat in front of the old man, and he only has the power to parry, but he has no ability to fight back.

"Amitabha! Master Tang, why don't you sit down and have a good theory? ”

A finger monk embarrassedly dodged the old man's secret weapon, and said.

The old man sneered: "It's not a loss, it's a monk, so shameless!" Bullied me as a junior in the Tang Sect, and dared to ask me to stop and sit down? Look at the moves! ”

The old man made a move, and countless hidden weapons were overwhelming, enveloping a finger monk.

"The light of the Buddha shines!"

Suddenly, the cold hair on the one-finger monk exploded, and the threat of death enveloped his whole body, making him have to be vigilant. He let out a low sigh, and his body was full of golden light.

At this moment, the one-fingered monk turned into a golden sun, and the golden light was shining, illuminating the five lakes and seas.

On that day, many people said that they saw the sun in the dark. But soon, the sun went out.

Like a torch, it burned all the fuel and went out in an instant, leaving nothing of value behind to prove that he existed.

Boom!

Xia Xi shook away Mo Changqing who was deceived with a punch, like a god and demon, and killed a monk. His figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already come to the side of the one-fingered monk. He slapped his palm towards the monk with one finger, and roared away with the momentum of opening a mountain and cracking stones.

"Dang!"

The one-fingered monk's face changed drastically. He never thought that Xia Xi would kill him at this time. But the one-fingered monk reacted quickly and punched Xia Xi's palm.

The hands of the two collided together, and there was a crisp sound like metal colliding, and countless sparks were splashed.

After all, the one-finger monk is random, how can it be compared to Xia Xi, who has been gathering momentum for a long time? His body took a step back suddenly, and the golden light dimmed all over his body, and in an instant, it was golden again.

No matter what the old man says, he has been famous for many years, and Yang Luchan is a person of the same era. In that turbulent era, even the Buddha had to raise the butcher's knife and turn into a demon. The latter is dead, the former is alive. It can be said that the old man crawled out of the pile of dead people.

Therefore, for the old man, the grasp of the fighter is simpler than eating and drinking.

At the moment when the golden light on the one-finger monk dimmed, the old man made a move.

At this moment, the old man truly realized the horror of the Tang Sect.

Countless hidden weapons were overwhelming, like a black long sword cutting through the void, extremely sharp. Even the quiet silver light cast by the bright moon in Nalunwan Bay was cut off at this moment.

The earth, because there was no moonlight, suddenly darkened. It's not usually black, it's black from under the Nine Shadows, from hell.

Its coming, showing this--someone...... Fallen......

The black sword instantly broke through the golden light of a finger of monk's body protection. The golden body of the Arhat, which is known as King Kong is not broken and has unparalleled defense, turned into crystal clear glass at this moment, and was lightly hammered and broken......

Immediately after, the black sword exploded, as if the Grim Reaper was holding his unchanging scythe, harvesting the lives of the world, and at the same time, harvesting the lives of the monks of One Finger.

The golden light on the monk's body was dim, full of dense hidden weapons, and even his face was blocked.

"Amitabha!"

Pointing at the monk's clear sense, his vitality began to fade rapidly, like a river rushing down, pouring for thousands of miles. No matter who it is, they can't stop the rushing river, and they can't save his life.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust. The moment the poor monk descended the mountain, he already understood the end of the poor monk...... Don't dare to ask for forgiveness from your benefactors...... I only hope that the donor can let it go...... Shaolin Temple ......"

Even if the monk knew that he only needed a moment, he would die without a place to be buried. But he was still not in a hurry, and showed the demeanor of a generation of monks to the fullest.

"One-Fingered Master ......"

On the side, Mo Changqing's eyes were red. He couldn't believe it.

The one-finger monk was brought by Mo Changqing.

But now, the one-fingered monk is dead.

"Little brute...... Accept your life to ......"

Mo Changqing's face was hideous, and his bloodshot eyes made him look so terrifying, like the demon god of hell, descending to the world and spreading disaster and death to the earth.

In just an instant, he put the entire responsibility for the death of the one-fingered monk on Xia Xi. He slashed towards Xia Xi with unparalleled terrifying divine power.

But Xia Xi was not afraid, and kicked at Mo Changqing, who was killing. The sound of air explosion was generated at Xia Xi's feet, and Xia Xi kicked Mo Changqing fiercely.

Mo Changqing was not in a hurry, his hands danced quickly, perfectly resisting Xia Xi's terrifying kick.

A Tai Chi emerged between Mo Changqing's hands, and black and white qi spread in it. Tai Chi seems to move slowly, but with the sound of whirring wind.

Mo Changqing came at Xia Xi to kill.

Xia Xi was like a keen wild horse, galloping thousands of miles, and instantly avoided Mo Changqing's Taijiquan. At the same time, his feet were in the air and he kicked Mo Changqing fiercely.

Mo Changqing was shocked, just now Xia Xi smashed his long sword with a punch, causing him to suffer a heavy blow. He didn't dare to fight against Xia Xi.

He retreated violently, and there was a sonic boom.

It's just that in an instant, Xia Xi's attack failed. But Xia Xi did not stop killing, and after the attack failed, he turned into a tiger again and hunted and killed Mo Changqing.

At the same time, the old man who had determined the death of the monk also began to shoot at Mo Changqing. It was still a hidden weapon flying in the sky, like a soaring dragon, enveloping Mo Changqing.

Mo Changqing's face changed, and his body, which had not yet stabilized, bounced up again, jumped into the air, and dodged the old man's terrifying assassination.

Seeing Mo Changqing jump high, Xia Xi sneered, and the whole person rose into the air, slapping his hands at Mo Changqing.

Mo Changqing's expression was full of solemnity, wanting to dodge, but he had nowhere to borrow.

He could only take Xia Xi's trick. If he takes it, he will live, but if he can't take it, he will die.

On the side, Li Qingshan's face was pale. Seeing that Mo Changqing was in a dilemma, he wanted to come to the rescue, but he was entangled by Tang Zichen.

He stomped his foot suddenly, and countless debris turned into a torrential rain and shot towards Xia Xi. The rainstorm cut through the space, and appeared behind Xia Xi in the blink of an eye, trying to force Xia Xi to recover.

But the old man's method was ghostly, and in a flash, he appeared behind Xia Xi. He struck and fended off countless pieces of rubble.

Without any worries, Xia Xi punched Mo Changqing. The terrifying power erupted, tearing apart Mo Changqing's body and destroying his internal organs.

Burst!

Mo Changqing spit out a stream of blood, and the bright red turned into a blood mist in mid-air, enchanting and beautiful, like a blooming rose.

The roses are in full bloom, predicting that a congenital strong man will die and die......

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