The person who came, dressed in a monk's robe, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, clear eyebrows, and a conspicuous bald head.

It's not the little monk Yanchen, who is it.

I have always heard the little monk say that he is a master, a very powerful master, and the existence of the middle stage of Xingjun is completely out of the eyes of the law.

Even his own knife skills are a bit interesting in his eyes, and he still needs his guidance.

I didn't believe it, I didn't believe it at all.

But just now, he was stunned, Yan Zhe, who had just entered the Holy Venerable, did not catch a knife in his hand.

Although this Yan Zhe has been hit by himself repeatedly before, he has suffered no serious or light injuries.

The mood is also a little broken, but no matter what, he is still a saint.

The silver light flickered, and with such a knife, it was split in half, and there was no vitality at all, and the soul dissipated.

The elders of the three major demon sects, the leaders of the three pirate groups, many scattered cultivators, and those chief true disciples of the demon sect were all frightened.

I really can't believe the facts I saw in front of me.

Is this still a monk?

With long eyebrows and clear eyes, how can he be so ruthless and ruthless, he doesn't have any scruples about the precepts of Buddhism. If you say you kill, you will kill people, and you will not be merciful, and you are not afraid of committing murder at all.

"Little monk, you are a Buddhist monk, how can you be in the same stream as this white-clothed madman. He's a wicked man who has escaped into the devil's path!"

The high elder of the Phantom Cloud Sect said a little brazenly, completely forgetting that he was a big devil.

The refining of those ghost flags of the Phantom Cloud Sect was all devoid of conscience and inhumane.

Now it is, righteous words, and in turn, pointing at Xiao Chen and saying that it is the big devil.

I have to say that the strength of the little monk Yanchen really scared them, and even used this kind of rhetoric.

Yanchen was too lazy to speak, pointed at the blade, and said in a deep voice: "I can't control so much, whoever kills my eldest brother, I will kill whomever I want." With the sword in my hand, who am I willing to be with, it is not the turn of you people to point fingers. ”

The words immediately blocked the way to peace talks.

"Hmph, you really want to kill all of us by yourself. Yan Zhe was just careless, everyone went up together and killed the bald donkey. ”

Although the strength of the little monk was terrifying and a little scary, there were too many heavy treasures on Xiao Chen's body.

Whether it is the fire of the void god or the eight treasures of the divine platform, it is worth fighting for the life of the little monk.

Moreover, there are many people, and there will always be some advantages in their hearts.

Yanchen smiled slightly, his smiling face was like a Buddha, and he looked kind and kind, like the reincarnation of a living Buddha.

An action, an expression, all have the supreme Buddha's meaning, and the thick Buddha power turns into pure silver light, illuminating all directions.

"This light is really special, and it is rare to hear that Fowei will emit a silver light. ”

Xiao Chen took advantage of the situation to get up, and when he saw this scene, he was secretly surprised in his heart. In the fragmented memories inherited from the Void God Fire in the Underground Dragon City, there seems to be some records of the silver Buddha light, but now is not the time to remember.

Taking advantage of the appearance of the little monk, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged and quickly healed his injuries and recovered his strength.

Click!

Who knows, as soon as he sat cross-legged, he heard a scream. The silver light flickered, and the Buddha power on the little monk's body, the terrifying knife intent, disappeared without a trace.

The next moment when it appeared, it landed in front of a chief true disciple.

That chief true disciple was Long Tingyu of the Phantom Cloud Sect, and Yan Chen's cultivation was comparable to that of him, and his realm was almost the same.

But face to face, just one move, the ghost banner in Long Tingyu's hand was directly cut off.

The sword intent did not stop, and the silver ring knife continued to fall, directly exploding Long Tingyu's body into a ball of blood, and the bones were gone.

Shout!

Killing one person and landing on the stone pillar, Yanchen looked at those stunned saints, and said with a faint smile: "If you want to capture my figure, it depends on you, and it is still a little difficult." ”

When the words fell, I saw my arms stretched out again, and the person was like a goshawk, and the silver light flashed, and it swept across the sky in an instant.

The group of people who surrounded him suddenly pounced, their faces changed greatly, and they hurriedly looked in another direction.

Whoosh!

It was like a hide and seek, repeated several times, and in the flash of silver light, many saints were never able to surround Yanchen.

"I'm coming. ”

Yan Chen laughed loudly, and suddenly appeared in front of the chief true disciple of the Blood Demon Hall who was a little tired, and without thinking about it, he just slashed at it.

This knife was shining with silver light, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of the little monk's mouth.

The vicissitudes of life, as if they have survived in the world for a hundred years and thousands of years, read all the states of life, see thousands of prosperity, and only the vicissitudes of loneliness remain.

The light of his sword suddenly became extremely thick, as if it had crossed time and space, and had been washed for thousands of years.

Boom!

The Chief True Disciple of the Blood Demon Hall who encountered his knife was shocked and annihilated on the spot, and directly turned into dust.

"Maya Ring Breaker!"

A bright light flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, and he immediately recognized the knife technique used by the little monk, which was the Maya Breaking Ring Knife that was forbidden to be cultivated by people in Buddhism.

It should be a remnant score, just like myself, I only practiced a few of them.

But even if Maya's Ring Breaking Sword is powerful, it can't be the same as ordinary killing moves.

The strength of the little monk also made Xiao Chen have to admit that there really exist in this world, and the kind that can show his own strength in multiple times.

Ordinary martial artists can exert eighty percent of their own strength in combat power, which is considered to be a good thing.

If you can play 10 percent, you can be called a genius, and if you can play 12 percent, you can call it a demon.

Like Xiao Chen, the strongest state can play a supernormal performance of fifteen percent, in today's world, there are only a handful, and there are very few.

As for the situation like the little monk, you can only find it in ancient books.

A martial artist in the late stage of the Star Monarch was actually able to deal with it easily and easily under the siege of the nine Saint Venerables, killing three people with a wave of his hand.

It's really a little bit out of place.

"Good time!"

At this moment, a cold snort came out, and the next time the little monk flickered, he actually appeared in front of Chai Lao, who was the strongest among the Holy Venerables.

Chai Lao was not afraid at all, and his thin palm was lightly slapped away.

Thundered!

The sky shook, the nearby stone pillars trembled, and the old guy really didn't know how long he had lived.

With a wave of his hand, the power he drove was terrifying.

Boom!

The little monk spat out a mouthful of blood and was directly shocked out, and it was the first time for everyone to see him so embarrassed.

"Hahaha, Chai Lao is amazing, with Chai Lao here, it's enough to worry-free!"

Seeing Chai Lao's strong strength, the other saints suddenly increased their confidence.

"Dying, see how many times you can wield such a powerful force!"

Yanchen wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but he was not convinced at all, the silver light flashed, and another knife came.

Everyone was a little surprised to find that in the face of Yanchen's strange body, it was simply an unsuccessful thing to besiege him.

can only watch, Yanchen and Chai Lao fight alone.

One move is easier than the other, and it can be clearly found that Chai Lao is becoming more and more powerless.

The twilight on his body is getting heavier and heavier, and he is too old.

If it was ten years ago, maybe Chai Lao would not have taken Yanchen in his eyes at all.

But now, his longevity is approaching, and under such a strong fight, every time Chai Lao can feel that he has a poor longevity.

In rapid decline, it will run out of oil at any time.

"In the world!"

The vicissitudes of life smiled again, and the silver knife light emitted by the ring knife in his hand instantly became thicker.

All kinds of visions of red dust in the world continue to appear and overlap.

Each layer is overlapped, and it becomes like a silver knife light, engraved with an annual ring.

Rumble!

Chai Lao's weak body, after taking this knife, Shouyuan ran out, and the oil ran out. The body withered like an old tree, falling into the abyss like a lead stone.

"I remember!"

At this moment, a Demon Sect elder's face suddenly changed wildly, and he pointed his finger at the little monk, trembling uncontrollably.

With a look of fear in his eyes, the little monk was stunned at first, and then became a little flustered.

"Buddha Gate Silver Knife, Heavenly Eagle Demon Monk!"

clicked, as soon as the words fell, he was slashed by Yanchen's violent knife and hit him on the spot.

Holding the ring knife, Yanchen couldn't help but say regretfully: "Damn, it's still a step too late." ”

"Hurry up, hurry up, he is a little demon monk with a silver knife! born with a body of bad luck, holding a Buddhist ring knife, not shackled by the killing ring, the nemesis of the demon sect martial artist. Even if the sins are heinous, you can become a Buddha on the ground!"

After the other Saints recognized the origin of the little monk Yanchen, they stopped pestering and scattered.

The little demon monk with the silver knife?

Xiao Chen, who was healing, couldn't hold back a smile when he heard such a title, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

No wonder the little monk immediately jumped over every time he mentioned what he was called.