"What?! Warriors of the Chinese Kingdom? ”

Kunsang Huoran got up and strode out.

This golden triangle hero sits on one side, controls the largest drug trade in Asia, is so powerful and wealthy that even the Thai military wants to sell his face, and now he is actually knocked on the door, naturally angry, but he still bows deeply to the old monk beside him:

"Master, wait a moment, I'll go and come back."

"It's okay, let's go and have a look."

The old monk followed him, barefoot, with an indifferent expression.

"I'd like to see what kind of person is so bold as to provoke me—"

As soon as Kunsang went out, the expression on his face froze.

As far as the eye could see, corpses were everywhere and rivers of blood flowed. At this time, the sun is setting, and the afterglow of the distant slanting sun is sprinkled through the layers of trees, which is even more shocking.

Even with Kunsang's murderous and brutal cruelty, I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine when I saw the scene in front of me.

There are two or three thousand corpses in front of him!

Dadada!

Dadada!

In the distance, there were still many soldiers holding machine guns and firing wildly, but this was only in vain, Chu Yi was white-clothed and snowy, coming slowly, and the momentum of the place he passed was like a rainbow, like a long knife horizontally, swept in, and more than ten people were disemboweled.

But Chu Yi didn't care, these people were all outlaws, and they didn't know how many lives they had on their hands, and it was not a pity to die.

"Livestock!"

Kunsang gritted his teeth, and most of the five thousand troops were killed, and at this moment, at least more than three thousand people had died, including his most elite five hundred troops.

Since World War II, a campaign with three thousand casualties has been almost unheard of!

"Warrior of Huaxia, what kind of grudge do I have against you, and you dare to go to my territory and kill on my territory?"

"My friend is in your hands, give her to me, spare you from death."

"Your friend?"

Kunsang's face was puzzled.

Chu Yi said impatiently:

"Her name is Bai Yihui, and she was given to you by the Heavenly Ghost Sect."

"Is that her?!"

Kunsang's face suddenly grimaced.

"Tell me, where is she?"

Chu Yi came slowly, and slapped the whistling cannon away.

There was a "boom", and another piece was blown up.

Kunsang's eyes lit up, and he immediately said:

"She, she was let go by me. I saw that she was quite pitiful, so I sent her out of the Golden Triangle, why, didn't she contact you? ”

His expression changed very quickly, but Chu Yi's vision was so great that he immediately shouted:

"Do you really think that this seat can be bullied? Tell me where she is, otherwise I'll kill a piece of armor here today. ”

"You-"

Kunsang was furious, and at this moment, a leisurely and old voice came from behind him.

"Huaguo, you are too arrogant. You can't be presumptuous here. ”

The white-eyed old monk dressed in a plain robe and half of his upper body came slowly.

"Hmph, who are you, do you want to die too?"

Chu Yi's eyes were like torches, and he glanced over.

"Guru, he, he killed Master Chapong."

A small boss whispered.

"What?! Chapong! ”

The old monk's face sank, and his murderous aura rose sharply.

I saw him barefoot, holding a Buddha bead, looking at Chu Yi, and said in a deep voice:

"Huaguo warrior, no matter what your purpose is, you will definitely die today, if you collide with the marshal Kunsang and kill my beloved disciple."

After speaking, he pinched the trick with one hand, the stars flashed in his eyes, and a ray of fire light overflowed from his fingertips, and immediately turned into a fiery dragon roaring and rushing out.

"Huh? Some doorways. ”

Chu Yi's eyes lit up, and he was quite surprised.

can accumulate a wisp of fire and finally form a fire dragon, the old monk's method is not much better than the fire master.

"However, with your half-hung technique, it is not enough to see it in front of this seat."

Chu Yi probed with his hand, grabbed the surrounding heaven and earth aura in the air, and gathered it in a rolling manner, condensed into a Vajra palm print, and slapped it on the head of the Flame Dragon.

Such a fierce power can be said to be thunderous, even a tank of tens of tons will be scrapped in an instant.

There was a humming sound in the air, it was the sound of a giant golden light squeezing the air.

At the right time, the golden light flames clashed, bursting out with brilliant brilliance in that small piece of heavenly space, and all the violent energy poured out. The sonorous dragon groaned, the red flames danced, and the roaring roar of the fiery dragon was shattered by the giant palm, and the sparks splashed everywhere, looking as gorgeous as fireworks from afar.

"Such a majestic true qi, how can he be so powerful?"

The old monk's face was solemn, and he couldn't help but be cautious.

"Go and ask General Ayu for help."

Kunsang was the one who had gone through the wind and waves, and while the two were fighting, he commanded the minions beside him.

"Take me again."

The old monk rolled up his sleeve robe, formed a claw with his right hand, and stepped forward with his left foot, the stars twinkling in his eyes.

"Yellow Dragon's Qi."

Immediately, countless pale yellow auras surged from all directions, converging around him, and a moment later a faint dragon shape appeared.

This dragon was transformed by the true qi of the loess, much larger than the previous Flame Dragon, like a real Nine Heavens Divine Dragon.

"Heh, that's all you have to do."

Chu Yi shook his head.

He reached out with his right hand and grasped a blade in the void, as the wind and sand danced wildly, and his palm was like a small world, and he drew a hurricane blade in the midst of the storm.

"Slash me!"

The wind is howling, the vigor is inspiring, the hurricane knife is not only extremely sharp, but also wrapped in the strong wind aura, this knife cut down, the huge village is like a hurricane crossing, the grass and trees are uprooted, the tall buildings are razed to the ground, and the loess real dragon is directly torn to pieces by the hurricane.

Except for the old monk, who relied on his ability to take root, his feet were connected to the earth and stood firmly, the rest of the people had already been swept away.

But even so, the old monk was extremely uncomfortable, his chest was surging with blood, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

"If he had made a move on me at this time, wouldn't he have suffered?"

The old monk's heart moved, and he tried to open his eyes, but he saw that in the wind, a white dress with his hands on his back came slowly, and his face was calm.

"What is he going to do?"

As he pondered, a hand as white as jade was printed on his chest.

When the time came, Chu Yi's palm True Yuan exploded, and his strong energy was like a cannon being discharged.

A little white light suddenly lit up in the darkness.

Immediately after, a figure flew out upside down and smashed into the distant rocks.

"Poof!"

The nameless old monk spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his white beard red.

On his chest, an inch to the left of his heart, was a five-finger palm print, two inches deep, which had sunken his chest.

"I didn't think you still had this kind of ability, it's rare."

Chu Yi was slightly surprised.

Just now, his palm was pressed on the mouth of the nameless monk's heart, but at the last moment of the shot, he used a secret method to transfer, otherwise the power of that palm alone would be enough to kill the nameless old monk.

"Your Excellency is a good skill, and you are a hero in the world, but the marshal Kunsang has the grace to save my life, and today, I will kill you no matter what."

The old monk said in a deep voice.

At the same time, as if he was performing a certain ritual, his eyebrows were solemn, and his whole body slowly exuded a kind of Buddha-like brilliance.

"Guru!"

Kunsang was shocked, but the nameless old monk did not speak, and slowly closed his eyes, as if he was really in a state of flux.

Behind him, Chu Yi seemed to see a Buddha smiling with flowers.

"What kind of means is this?"

Before the words fell, I saw the bare feet of the nameless old monk actually left the ground, slowly rising into the air, he silently recited the Buddha's words in his mouth, and there seemed to be a Buddha behind him, a solemn treasure.

"This is, Sorcerer?"

Chu Yi squinted his eyes and frowned slowly.

Stepping on the void and standing in the air are all the signs of the Grandmaster of the King Realm and the Heavenly Man of the Magic, judging from the current situation of the nameless monk, there is no doubt that he is already in the Heavenly and Human Realm, but Chu Yi noticed that something was wrong.

On the other side, Kunsang fell to his knees in excitement.

"Master, you have finally become a great arhat."

The Great Arhat is a figure with a higher realm than the master of Baquan, which is equivalent to the Grandmaster of the King Realm and the Heavenly Man of the Chinese Martial Arts Realm.

"Hmph, I thought there was something great, but I just used some kind of secret method to temporarily improve the realm, this way is tantamount to suicide, even if you don't need me to do it, you won't live for an hour."

Chu Yi is a reincarnated immortal venerable, well-informed, and after thinking for a while, he explained the reason.

The nameless monk's face changed, and he slowly shook his head:

"Don't say an hour, it's a quarter of an hour, with the strength of my great arhat, it's enough to kill you."

"Hehe, isn't it great to be promoted to the realm of heaven and man, who gave you the guts."

Then, in the midst of hundreds of pairs of frightened eyes, Chu Yi slowly rose into the air and stood in the air, with a mocking look on his face.

"I forgot to tell you that I would do the same."