Everyone present was stunned, didn't he just want to protect him? Why would this kill him again, and this sword was cut off, containing the anger, they all felt that once Zhang Fan couldn't control his emotions, he would really cut off the little monk's head with a sword.

Seeing this, the people present couldn't help but feel a pang, and they really hoped that this sword would directly cut off the little monk's head. Then it will be a hundred, and the dreams of the two saints of Buddhism will be awake.

Zhang Fan was looking up at the sky, his eyes were cold, and he was wandering around, but above the sky, there was no movement in the four directions, and the Twin Sages of Buddhism recognized that he would not kill the little monks, just to make him suffer, and to take the thunder for them, the anger in his heart was almost bursting out, and the long sword was a little closer to the throat of the little monk.

His eyes were red, and his hand holding his sword was shaking.

Silence, deathly silence.

At this time, everyone guessed that Zhang Fan was really likely to kill the little monk, and the current situation was that he might not be able to keep the monk if he wanted to, not to mention that Zhang Fan had a deep enmity with Buddhism, how could he be willing to be used by Buddhism.

"You can't do it, I'll come!" A voice rang out, and a faint light shot out from the sky.

"It's the King!"

The man was still in the air, and he pointed at the little monk with one finger, "One finger to swing the soul!" "Whoosh. The strength is terrifying, and it is not weak at all, but it is more unpredictable than the sword.

"Huh?"

Zhang Fan's cold eyes swept away, and then the heavy sword swept away, and the incomparably terrifying power erupted on the sword, and in an instant, it hit the finger force, even if the other party was also a half-step little saint who came with momentum, the power of this finger also turned invisible under Zhang Fan's monstrous anger.

There was a muffled sound, and the void shook and scattered like fireworks, but in the strong light that exploded, the sword qi rushed out unabated, and the king of the spirit showed surprise, and it was another finger in the air before Zhang Fan's sword qi was dissolved.

At this point, he realized that the strength of this new half-step little saint should not be underestimated. After all, it is a half-step little saint with advanced nine-yuan combat power, no more than others, and people come up with hard power.

And under the power of Zhang Fan's sword, King Wei didn't dare to make a mistake, only to see Zhang Fan's eyes swept coldly on his face. The coldness was enough to make his whole body feel like he was in an ice cellar, and he was completely cold, Zhang Fan turned slightly and landed the long sword in front of the little monk's neck again.

As soon as this side fell, an evil aura rushed to the sky. A dark man appeared in the sky, and he was shocked. He clasped his hands in his arms and looked at everything in front of him: "I'll see how long you can hold on." ”

Immediately after the half-step little saint, the albatross who had not shown up for a long time also came out, he was bald and short-bearded. The person was thin and small, but with those scorching eyes, as well as Ling Tian's momentum, no one dared to underestimate this half-step little saint who was so old that he couldn't be old anymore.

This was just the beginning, and then several half-step little saints came. One after another, a half-step little saint arrived, not only the little monk, but even Zhang Fan was forced into a desperate situation.

"Call two men up and finish everything he has done."

"Waste time."

King Wei spoke, and he leaned forward, indicating that he was the first to be willing to go up. It may be difficult for him to deal with Zhang Fan alone, but with another half-step little saint, the two of them will work together to take down Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan was as cold as water, and he was angry. He is not afraid of these people, he is not afraid at all, even if he will die at the hands of these people, he is not afraid, but he hates, hates himself for being used by Buddhism. I hated myself even more for wanting to kill the little monk and for wanting to protect his contradictions.

Looking back suddenly, the little monk met his red eyes and felt a murderous aura. Is he going to kill me?

"If you really want to die?"

"I'd rather kill you with my own hands and cut you off and me. Brotherhood. ”

Zhang Fan said this sentence with tears and blood in his eyes.

"Good!"

I don't know if he understands or not, but the little monk nodded, just like he did at the beginning. This little bhikkhu, who looks like he is only three years old, is indeed only three years old, but he has great wisdom.

At this moment, everyone's breath was held, and the little saint of the Confucian Academy in the distant mountains couldn't help but take a step forward.

Are you really going to kill?

Zhang Fan swung his sword suddenly, at this moment, his heart felt cracked, cracked fiercely, his sword-wielding hand was also trembling, and the helplessness in his heart turned into boundless hatred. He closed his eyes in pain, he knew that if this sword fell, his second brother would be gone forever.

Scenes from the past came to mind, and I only saw the domineering man, looking back at him and smiling at him.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's complexion changed greatly, and an unprecedented force crushed him, and at the same time, the little saint of the Confucian Academy on the distant mountain also moved. It was jolting down in the void, but it had already flashed out, the placket was fluttering, and the scholar's towel on the top of his head flew half a meter, boom, boom, boom......

The Great War has finally broken out, and it is the power of the Holy Saint!

Zhang Fan was horrified in his heart, only to see a half-step little saint in a robe, fighting with a man in a green robe in an instant. burst out with the power that made him feel desperate, Zhang Fan knew that it was the little saint of Buddhism who had just snatched the little monk, and another saint had stopped him, and he was the first to stop. Reaching out and hugging the little bhikkhu, snatching him to his side, and protecting him, his whole being was shaken out by the power generated by the hands of the saints.

If it weren't for the fact that he had the Holy Seed and could fight against this power, he might have perished by this time.

But when he snatched the little monk over intentionally, his heart was even more painful, to be honest, if he had let the little sage of Buddhism snatch the little monk away just now, the little monk would have survived, and his actions just now were equivalent to burying the life of the little monk, he asked himself in his heart, why did he do this? He didn't have an answer.

As soon as the two fought, they dispersed.

"Shakyamuni, do you think you can still save people?" The little saint of the Confucian Academy is smiling, elegant in temperament, gentle as jade, but does not lose his domineering.

The little saint of Buddhism stared at his eyes: "You, you ......"

"Do you have to exterminate my Buddhism?"

Someone on the side said, "Isn't what your Buddha has done enough for us to exterminate them all?" You have openly violated the agreement between saints, repeatedly attacked, ignoring the life and death of all beings in heaven and earth, even a person like you is worthy of being a saint? ”

Buddhism Xiaosheng: "There is nothing to say." ”

He just regretted it, he really regretted it, if God gave him another chance, he would definitely not go against Zhang Fan, he would not dig the corner of the Nine Shadows, and he would not send a Buddhist study to Zhang Fan, a small ghost cultivator in later generations. In the end, he actually pry into the teachings of his entire Buddhist sect, and one of the five major religions was subverted by him alone.

I should not wipe my hands with the supreme saint, this is a taboo, a big taboo.

But everything has been done, everything has become irretrievable.

Now that we've come this far, let's just go to the end.

"The surname Ye, do you really want to meddle?" Buddhism has been forced to this, this little bhikshu, no matter what, he has to save it, this is the only bloodline of his Buddhism, and his holy throne is tied to him alone.

The little sage of the Confucian Academy said: "Your Buddhism openly violates the agreement between the saints, ignores the comfort of sentient beings and openly acts, and on this basis alone, my Confucian Academy must not stand idly by." ”

"Hahaha...... "The little sage of Buddhism laughed, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, to say that among the four religions, Buddhism despises which religion is the most, it is naturally the Confucian Academy, and the Confucian Academy is undoubtedly the weakest: "Is it up to you?" ”

The little saint of the Confucian Academy turned pale: "What do you mean by this?" ”

"Hahaha......"

Suddenly, the whole heaven and earth became holy, the Nine Shades Earth had never been so bright as at this moment, and the boundless golden holy light sprinkled from the sky, as if the Nine Shades had risen the rising sun, the Nine Shades were lit up, and the Heavenly Dao was reversed.

Someone shouted, "Oh my God! ”

Zhang Fan's heart beat suddenly, he is a saint, a real saint, although the little saint is also a saint, but everyone knows that there are only seven true saints, and the possessors of the seven saints have the power to transcend the Heavenly Dao, and they are incomparable existences.

The face of the little saint of the Confucian Academy has also changed greatly, there is no need to guess, it is related to the final inheritance of Buddhism, and the saint obtained by Buddhism, he has also lost his normal heart, and no one can ignore it when the holy position is about to be lost, the one on the mountain of immortality...... It is also present.