They originally thought that they would be able to slay this terrifying grassland demon god by relying on hundreds of martial arts people joining forces.

But when they really faced this steppe demon god, they realized how ridiculous their thoughts were.

As the proverb of the steppe goes, no matter how many sheep there are, they are no match for wolves.

In front of the steppe demon god Duoercha, they are a flock of sheep.

"Open the door, open the door, the steppe demon god Duoercha is here. ”

The first to arrive at the door of Shaolin was a young man, Tang Xuanming remembered correctly, when he came to the inn, this young man talked to him eloquently, and expressed strong confidence in defeating the grassland demon god Duoercha.

But now he was panicked and pale, and Tang Xuanming even suspected that he would be scared before Duo Ercha walked to the door of the Shaolin Temple.

This young man seems to have a lot of reputation among many martial arts people.

"It seems to be called the Jade Mask Divine Fist Meng Wei, the leader of the younger generation!"

Looking at the pale-faced young man, Tang Xuanming shook his head in his heart, among the hundreds of martial arts people, perhaps only this young master and the grassland general Duoercha did not have the slightest grudge, and he only wanted to be famous in the world and kill the grassland demon god when he came here.

But when he really saw the silent grassland demon god in the rivers and lakes martial arts, he felt that kind of horror.

Master Dehui, who guarded the mountain in Shaolin, was also pale: "Master Meng, without the abbot's order, the poor monk will never be able to open the mountain gate." ”

Many martial arts people changed color on the spot, and the sound of the iron hooves of the iron wolf soldiers behind them was getting closer and closer.

Someone scolded on the spot.

"I waited for all the hard work to come to help the Shaolin Temple, and now you Shaolin treat us like this?"

In the face of the terrible threat behind them, some people even took out swords, ready to forcibly break open the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

The ugly and chaotic scene clearly fell into the eyes of the steppe general Duoercha, making him let out an indifferent mockery.

"Cowardly in foreign wars and brave in internal strife, you Central Plains people will always be like this, born lowly, you should have a brave son of the grassland to rule you. ”

The sound of rolling was like thunder, and the existence that terrified everyone had approached everyone's side, appearing in front of the steppe iron horseman.

He was burly and majestic, carrying a huge one-horned bronze figure in his hand, although he did not ride a horse, but his height was not inferior to that of the iron cavalry, and his figure was majestic and magnificent, which was staggering.

This is a figure whose height and weight are not inferior to Yao Ming, and in this ancient period he became more and more majestic and terrifying, like an ancient giant.

He stepped forward as if he had shrunk into an inch.

With his own height and long legs, coupled with his terrifying strength, he crossed a distance of hundreds of zhang in a few breaths and came to a group of people.

As he approached, it was dark, and there was a rolling thunder in the sky.

The martial arts people who cultivated a little lower even smelled a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and there was boundless fear in their hearts, almost fainting.

Among the group, even Jiang Zhiwei, who has seen the most, changed color, but she was a little eager to try.

"Half-step location!"

She grasped the long sword in her hand, and her eyes showed excitement.

"It seems that even if I use my sword to get out, I can't help him. ”

Even though she had recognized the huge gap in strength, Jiang Zhiwei's face still had no fear.

Some just see the excitement of the strong.

If Meng Qi is just reckless, this girl is already completely dead, as long as she can show stronger swordsmanship and swing a stronger move, life and death will not mean anything to her.

Rumble!

The sound of thunder exploded in everyone's ears, completely breaking the sanity in the hearts of many martial arts people.

The terrifying demons of the boundless hell around him seem to come as if they were real.

Someone's mind collapsed on the spot, and he roared angrily: "These bald asses are uneasy and kind, let's kill them." ”

And the Mage Dehui in charge of his hands also felt paralyzed under the pressure of the grassland demon god Duoercha, and he was powerless to resist, watching many martial arts people blast through the mountain gate.

The best of the younger generation, the jade-faced Meng was hideous, like an evil ghost, and slammed a fist on the head of the Venerable Dehui, making the monk settle on the spot.

Hundreds of martial arts people originally came to Shaolin to help with boxing, but now they are fighting for the tiger.

became the lackey of the grassland demon god Duoercha and a demon pioneer.

The power of the grassland demon god in the half-step exterior can be seen.

The rain that had been suppressed for a long time finally fell.

The ground was blood-red, and the blood mixed with the rain made the ground muddy.

Duoercha stopped in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple, looked sideways at the inn not far away, and said in a flat tone: "Divide a small team of iron wolf soldiers, level the place, and leave no chickens and dogs." ”

The huge cavalry quickly divided into a small group and rushed to the inn not far away, where a group banquet had been set up not long ago, and hundreds of martial arts people were talking and laughing, and the rhetoric was continuous.

And now, there is only fear here, and the future will be doomed to only ruins.

In the corner of Shaohua Mountain, Jiang Zhiwei and his party had solemn faces, not far away the inn where they used to live was gradually collapsing, occasionally there were one or two roars, but they soon turned into screams.

Soon after, with a heavy roar, there was complete silence.

The muddy handwriting mixed with rain, blood and water in front of him changed, and the water flow was like a twisted little snake, outlining a line of handwriting.

"Enter the Shaolin Temple Mountain Gate within a cup of tea, otherwise the main quest two will fail. ”

Several people glanced at each other, and the iron wolf soldiers in the distance were still silently advancing forward, no roaring or shouting, only one or two swords colliding.

Even if Meng Qi hadn't seen the ancient army that really forbade it, he could judge that the Iron Wolf Soldiers were one of the top armies in this era.

To hold out in the face of such a terrible army until the last moment of the collapse of Shaolin, the difficulty can be imagined.

"Let's go, let's go up the mountain!"

Tang Xuanming glanced back, the iron wolf soldiers were in a line, and people borrowed the momentum of horses, and often after a knife, people were torn in half like pieces of paper.

Although these martial arts people are extraordinary, they can't outrun the war horses that are good at running, and the original slick skills have become full of loopholes under the slight pressure of the spirit of the grassland general Duoercha, which is not so much a fight as a massacre.

A slaughter of sheep by wolves.

The panicked martial arts people still retained the last shred of reason, and no one ran to Shaohua Mountain, all of them were far away from Shaolin Temple.

If you look down from above, you will find something amazing.

Of the hundreds of martial arts people, only Tang Xuanming and his entourage were walking towards Shaolin Temple in the opposite direction, which was extremely strange.

Walking retrograde towards Shaolin Temple always encounters more terrible resistance, a group of iron wolf soldiers found Tang Xuanming and his party who had suddenly emerged, and immediately turned the horse's head with a cruel smile and rushed towards Tang Xuanming.

To tear this group to shreds.