After a moment of silence, the scene became noisy again, and the middle-aged man named Sun Wang suddenly raised his voice again and took the lead in shouting: "Damn, this kid really dares to come here, and he will be killed in the palm of his hand today." Fastest update"

"Poof!"

The sky was clear, and on the Shaomuro Mountain, a sudden sound pierced the void and flashed.

The people on the mountain were stunned when they heard this voice, most of them had a confused look on their faces, only a few people's faces changed greatly, especially the few martial arts people around Sun Wang were full of fear.

In the sound of breaking the air, Sun Wang, who stood up, suddenly fell to the ground with his head, and the few people around him looked at it, only to see Sun Wang's eyes staring at the boss, lying on the ground with an unwilling look on his face, his head was in the most intimate contact with the ground, and bright red blood came out from his face that was sticking to the ground.

An old man with a goatee beside Sun Wang reached out and wiped it on his face, because just now, he felt a lot of hot things sprayed on his face. His hands were covered with blood, and there was a terrifying smell of blood.

A chill came out of the hearts of those beside Sun Wang, and finally someone couldn't help but let out an exclamation: "Dead! ”

"Be careful, everyone, that kid has ...... There are guns ......"

The field is full of martial arts people, and among them are many martial arts masters in the nine-rank realm, but when they heard the word gun, and the corpse of Sun Wang, who fell to the ground, was defeated in front of him, he still felt inexplicable fear and sorrow.

This is the sorrow of the cultivators in the low-martial world, they are high, they feel good about themselves, they think that ordinary guns can't hurt them at all, but they know very well in their hearts that they still can't compete with this powerful modern lethal weapon.

"What are you afraid of, there are so many of us, most of us are famous masters in the rivers and lakes, are we really afraid of this kid? The old man didn't believe that this kid could have three heads and six arms. Monk Shi Zhen broke off and was full of anger, which immediately suppressed the atmosphere in the field, and those people in the rivers and lakes who had just sprouted a little worry in their hearts immediately dispelled the fear in their bodies, and their faces were calm and calm.

"Poof!"

However, at this moment, as if it was specifically aimed at Monk Shizhen, a sharp sound of breaking the air spread again, so those Jianghu masters who had just recovered their calm expressions instinctively looked around to find cover to dodge, and even instinctively squatted down and lay on their stomachs.

A white thread was created in the void, the mark left after the ballistic shattered the void.

Monk Shi Zhen's body quickly retreated backwards at the same time as the sound of breaking the air, in fact, he could dodge and completely avoid the impact of this bullet, but he didn't, a determined light shot out of his eyes, and his face was resolute.

He can't dodge, he can't dodge, he must break the atmosphere of psychological pressure created by Zhao Zilong on the people in the martial arts, otherwise everyone will completely collapse in momentum. This is something that Shi Zhen will never allow to happen.

"The golden body!"

Shi Zhen scurried back, a low, violent roar suddenly came out of his mouth, and the red robe on his body suddenly bulged, enveloping his body like a huge red leather ball.

The few masters near Monk Shi Zhen looked at Shi Zhen in surprise, because they all felt a palpitating powerful aura released from Shi Zhen's body, such a powerful aura was enough to prove that Shi Zhen's strength exceeded their expectations for this old monk.

"Po ......"

The bullet pierced through the red robe, but made a dull sound, as if it had struck a steep, formless, solid wall of air, and then vanished.

The expression on Shi Zhen's face changed slightly, and the bulging robe quickly shrank and returned to its original state.

"Amitabha, carving insect skills, but that's it!"

Shi Zhen pronounced a Buddha name in his mouth, and a pair of withered arms stretched out from his robe, and everyone looked at it, only to see a sniper bullet flickering in the sunlight in his wrinkled palm, lying there quietly.

"Good!" There was an uplifting cheer from the crowd.

"The master is really a god, and he can't imagine that he has reached the innate realm, congratulations!"

"It's so powerful, Zen Master Shizhen has actually stepped into the innate realm, and I am blessed to wait for the martial arts."

The people of those small sects in the field exclaimed continuously, these small characters, I am afraid that there has not been a master of the innate realm in the door for hundreds of years, and it is difficult to produce even the masters of the upper realm of the nine grades, and today I can't imagine that I have seen the profound realm of Zen Master Shizhen in Shaolin, and I am naturally shocked.

As a person in the martial arts, seeing a strong man like Zen Master Shizhen exists, he can naturally be inspired, and he only feels that his face is also bright. What's more, Zen Master Shi Zhen directly resisted the attack of sniper bullets just now, such a powerful cultivation realm makes the people in the martial arts even more proud, and they are all excited, I only hope to be able to reach such a realm level, once this is the case, I will no longer have to be afraid of ordinary gun threats in the future.

In a hidden place, Xiang Ming lurked here with a sniper rifle in his hand, and saw through the scope that the monk eight hundred meters away was unharmed with a bullet in the palm of his hand, and he gasped in his heart.

Is this Nima still human, this is a sniper rifle, and it still has a very strong penetration ability within a range of 800 meters, but this guy actually caught the bullet with both hands!

Although the maximum killing range of this sniper rifle is only one thousand meters, and after reaching more than eight hundred meters, the power of the bullet has passed its peak and is getting weaker and weaker, but Xiang Ming still can't imagine that a person can directly grasp this thing with the palm of his hand.

"Hahahaha, the old monk has really grown a lot, half a year ago he was beaten by Lao Tzu and fled, almost not killed, just half a year has passed, he can be so strong, and the sniper bullet is not in his eyes. But how many people in the arena today have the skills you have to ignore the threat of guns? ”

Just when the momentum of the martial arts masters in the field was driven by the powerful realm of Monk Shi Zhen, and they were extremely excited, Zhao Zilong's voice came again.

"Now, I want the life of the little monk next to you, what can you do?"

The indifferent voice echoed in everyone's ears, and then everyone's eyes looked at Shi Zhen's side, only to see that there was a monk in his thirties and forties standing next to Shi Zhen, this monk was stunned for a while, and he didn't come back to his senses, and then when he felt that everyone's eyes were projected on him, he thought of the words that were still echoing in the void, and his face suddenly changed greatly.

"Poof!"

The sound of breaking the air sounded again.

"Poof!" A ball of blood appeared in the monk's head, and he fell to the ground, his body still twitching.

A chill that made everyone in the audience feel inexplicable fear seemed to be shrouded in the void of Shaomu Mountain at this moment, and the pride that had just been born in the hearts of those people in the rivers and lakes instantly collapsed.

Before Zhao Zilong fully appeared in the field, he had already started a game with the people in the martial arts in the field. In other words, a contest with the monk Shizhen began.

Zhao Zilong used death to constantly destroy the morale and courage of the martial arts people in the field, but Monk Shi Zhen tried to save this issue, trying to make the fighting spirit of the martial arts masters in the field more high.

However, with the fall of the Shaolin monk next to Monk Shi Zhen, at least Zhao Zilong was the winner in this game. The faces of more than 100 martial arts masters from all sides in the field were very ugly, and most of them had unwilling and angry expressions on their faces, but there was obvious fear in their eyes that could not be concealed.

They are angry, they are afraid of death, they are afraid. This mixed mood is intertwined, and before the winner is completely decided, this group of people is a confused lamb, not knowing whether they should be afraid or angry and brave to resist.

"Demon, come out, how can I wait for people in the martial arts to be greedy for life and afraid of death, and the old man doesn't believe that you can kill me one by one." Monk Shi Zhen took a deep breath and did not look at the dead monk beside him, but said loudly in a depressed dantian.

"Yes, how can I wait for people in the rivers and lakes to be frightened by your kid, and if you shoot at me, I am not afraid of the wind and silence!" Feng Buyu felt that Shi Zhen seemed to be unable to stabilize the momentum of the masters of all parties in the field, and immediately spoke.

Chong Lingzi groaned, and said angrily: "It is said that you are also a person in the rivers and lakes, what is the brilliance of using these indiscriminate methods, come out, I will wait for the masters in the field, whether it is a group fight or a solo fight, you can choose." ”

For a while, the masters of self-cultivation realm and identity spoke one after another, so that the feelings of everyone in the audience were stabilized again, anger finally occupied fear, and the blood of being a Jianghu person was completely stimulated.

"Come out, boy, come out and die!"

"Let's go, this kid has come to Shaomu Mountain, we must not let him run away, give it to me, and find this kid out."

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the field was high, and they began to shout loudly one by one, and they all ran towards the side where Zhao Zilong had spoken before.

"You don't need to come looking for me, I'm here!"

Zhao Zilong's voice sounded again, and as soon as several masters in the field rushed out, they saw a figure float up like duckweed and appeared in everyone's sight.

With a height of about 1.8 meters, wearing a long gray-white windbreaker and a pair of eyeglasses that reflected the sun's rays, Zhao Zilong's body appeared in everyone's sight.

Everyone's eyes were cast on the figure, and then, immediately behind this person, a taller figure followed closely behind, and when these two people completely appeared in people's sight, one big, one small, one tall and one short, as if a child was walking in front, and an adult followed behind.

"It's him! He is Zhao Zilong. ”

"Isn't the one behind him the monk who betrayed Shaolin back then, they are really together, it seems that the original Zen Master Shidao was really the result of these two people colluding together."

Two figures appeared in people's sight and slowly walked towards the field. Around the two of them, countless Shaolin warrior monks with sticks blocked the way for the two to retreat, following closely behind the two, as if they could kill the two at any time.

Zhao Zilong and Tu Shen were one after the other, and under the long windbreaker, Zhao Zilong had two silver pistols around his waist, and a few grenades were blatantly hung on his waist.

Zen Master Shi Zhen's eyes were staring at Zhao Zilong tightly, and after seeing the two silver pistols and grenades, the killing intent in his eyes burst out unabashedly, it was this kid!