"This is great strength, and I believe in your ghost. ”

"The most powerful in the village, what kind of ghost village is that? I think even the top martial artists who have opened the Nine Tricks are not as strong as yours. ”

Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan were complaining in their hearts.

Even if their minds are far beyond ordinary people, killing is just a normal thing for them.

Facing Tang Xuanming, he still couldn't help but be stunned in his heart.

Fortunately, after Tang Xuanming washed off the blood stains on his body and put on a white robe, he looked more like a handsome scholar than a mad demon who could portray and kill under the moonlit night.

"Let's go to Shaolin next. ”

Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan have no objections, both of them think that they are masters in the world of reincarnation, but they seem to be too much worse than Tang Xuanming.

This self-proclaimed hunter in the mountains and wilderness did not have any traces of martial arts practice on his body, but he was not inferior to the top martial arts people in any way when he started alone.

The technique is swift and the killing is decisive.

Most of the more than 50 heavy-armored grassland elite soldiers were folded in Tang Xuanming's hands, and this alone was much better than Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan.

The rest of the road was relatively calm, Tang Xuanming, Jiang Zhiwei, and Zhang Yuanshan obtained horses from the elite soldiers who ambushed them in Dolcha, and went straight all the way.

But in a day and a half, he had already arrived at the three gates of Shaolin Temple.

However, there are many mountains and forests in Shaohua Mountain, and horses cannot climb it.

Before they reached the mountain, the three of them had already abandoned their horses and climbed the mountain.

Maybe Tang Xuanming's killing that night was too terrible, or maybe they were advancing too fast, and the blockade of Duoercha had not yet had time to complete.

Tang Xuanming and his entourage came to the Shaolin Temple without danger, but on the other side, Meng Qi, Gu Xiaosang and others, who were divided into another team, did not arrive for a long time.

Until the deadline of the third day, in the slightly anxious eyes of Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei, they walked slowly.

Their numbers are still the same as before, and they have not been compromised.

The space where he entered the space of the Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation was like a strong man wielding a knife from Tang Xuanming.

The woman Gu Xiaosang, who looked pitiful and looked like an elf.

and Qi Zhengyan, who seemed to have an iron mask on his face and did not smile.

Tang Xuanming glanced at this unsmiling young man more, no one could have imagined that this unknown little disciple of the Huanhua Sword Sect would inherit the Demon Emperor's Dao system in the future and become one of the top two figures.

And the strong man with a rough face no longer had the arrogance he had before, covering his face with pain on his face, and letting out a low moan from time to time.

A slash of the knife cut down on his face pierced the left and right sides of his face, making him nearly disfigured, and the flesh and blood rolled on his face, so terrifying.

Tang Xuanming glanced at him, his eyes were indifferent, without the slightest emotion.

In just three days, his strength has exceeded 30,000 catties, and the depths of his pupils are faintly blooming with gold.

Seeing people is not through their appearance at all, but can directly penetrate through the bones and nail into the soul.

In his eyes, Xiang Hui was no longer the rough strong man in the Lord Space of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, but had become another strange-looking middle-aged man.

Tang Xuanming didn't care, if he remembered correctly, this middle-aged man. The person is another important general under the steppe barbarian general Duoercha, who seems to be a scholar of a thousand changes.

"I can't remember exactly, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you remember the name of the supporting character like this?"

Jiang Zhiwei, Zhang Yuanshan, Meng Qi and the others were about to communicate, but they saw the young man in a white robe with a handsome face like a scholar punch.

Boom!

The air seemed to be bursting, making a dull sound.

And Xiang Hui, who was in front of that fist, changed color on the spot.

"Fellow Daoist, what are you doing here?"

The incident happened suddenly, even Jiang Zhiwei, who had the highest cultivation and the fastest response, only had time to ask a question, and the relationship between her for several days made her hesitate and did not draw her sword.

And just this moment of hesitation becomes the difference between life and death.

As someone who had seen Tang Xuanming's shot, he seemed to have seen Xiang Hui's chest pierced and blood spurting from his mouth and nose to death.

But Xiang Hui, who had just reached the level of Yunqi and whose strength was humble among the group, was unexpected.

At the moment when his fist was about to be born, his figure suddenly became ethereal, his figure was dark and dark, constantly changing, and he actually pulled out several afterimages around him, showing a transcendent light martial arts technique.

His hand was already pressed on the knife, and he was about to block Tang Xuanming Meng Qi's pupils dilated slightly, but he didn't expect such a scene to happen.

He was able to come to the foot of the Shaolin Temple smoothly, and he also encountered several rounds of terrible attacks in a row, and he came here only after he was idle.

Among them, Xiang Hui can only say that he does not lag behind most of the time, and he does not show such amazing light skills at all.

"Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

He was still puzzled, and Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan reacted at the same time.

"It's not Xiang Hui, it's the fierce general Bai Chang scholar who sat down in Duoercha. ”

Compared with Meng Qi, who has no experience in walking rivers and lakes, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan can be regarded as veterans.

The two of them keenly grasped the truth from the changes in the aura in Xiang Hui's body, Xiang Hui was just a martial artist at the level of containing qi, and now the light skills and true qi displayed by this white-faced middle-aged man were already at the level of enlightenment.

Boom!

The long sword was unsheathed, and Jiang Zhiwei's figure also pulled out an afterimage, but the Variety Scholar himself is known for his light skills and easy appearance, and Jiang Zhiwei herself is not known for her light skills, and it is even more difficult to catch up at this moment.

And she was already the fastest one among everyone, at this moment, the long sword in Zhang Yuanshan's hand had just come out of its sheath, and Meng Qi had just grasped the hilt of the sword.

"Oops!"

Between the lightning and flint, such a thought popped into everyone's hearts.

Duoercha's Variety Scholar is not the strongest one, but he is the most weird and difficult to prevent.

If he is allowed to leave calmly at this moment, the devil knows what kind of appearance it will come.

Meng Qi, who reacted, was suddenly covered in a cold sweat, he had slept with Xiang Hui for many days in a row, and he had no defense at all, if the target of the Hundred Variety Scholar was him, he would have died several times.

At this moment, a group of people were stunned to find that Tang Xuanming's figure was following him like a shadow, and he had been hanging tightly behind the ever-changing scholar.

Tang Xuanming's steps were ethereal, as if an immortal had descended into the world, with a sense of charm.

What especially made Jiang Zhiwei pay attention was that Tang Xuanming did not have any true qi running on his body, but he was still as fast as lightning, which was even more terrifying than the light skills of the top faction to become famous.

Although he was a latecomer, Ren caught up with the ever-changing scholar who was famous for his light skills between breaths.

And then there's the punch that imbues with the aesthetics of violence.

"I'll fight ...... you"

The face of the scholar changed greatly, and he gritted his teeth and was about to fight Tang Xuanming to the death, but Jiang Zhiwei had already let go of half of it.

Boom!

The sword broke in two in the air, floated high, and then fell weakly.

The hilt of the sword was slanted into the dirt, and Meng Qi heard a dull sound like a drum, and saw that the chest of the scholar of all kinds instantly sunken, and the bones in his body crackled like fried beans.

Then he collapsed to the ground like a fish without bones.

She also killed the enemy with an iron cloth shirt and brute force, and she could see at a glance that this well-known scholar in this world had actually been punched and the bones of his whole body were broken.

That terrifying sound made Meng Qi couldn't help but shudder, staring at Tang Xuanming, who had a slender body, wearing a white robe, and a fairy aura, his heart was a little pantothenic.