There was a soft click. The warrior monk failed to parry the sword, and was hit by the whistle stick so that his throat collapsed and fell to the ground.

Another prominent warrior monk was startled, gritted his teeth and fiercely pointed the big stick at Zhao Yue's heart, even if he couldn't kill Zhao Laoer, he tried to force him farther away and make himself safer.

But this swift blow was avoided by Zhao Lao Er's ghostly swing, and the tip of the stick was caught.

This warrior monk felt that something was wrong, and when he was stunned and wanted to regain his strength, the reaction of the innervated muscles could not be so fast, let alone catch up with Zhao Laoer. Zhao Yueshun stabbed and dragged the warrior monk untenable, his body pounced forward, and the whistle stick was taken off and taken away. Zhao Yue was in a hurry with a whistle stick and a backhand.

The warrior monk seemed to take the initiative to meet him and send him to death, his throat hit the head of the stick, and with a click, another account was settled.

At this time, other swords and sticks also came up or down, left or right, forward or backward.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands.

Zhao Yue jumped up, avoiding the most difficult to defend against the ground attack, and danced sharply with a whistle stick in each hand, swinging the sword sticks in all directions, narrowly repelling the upper siege, and using his strength to move away from some of the fallen positions.

The monk who attacked the next three ways missed, and hurriedly got up and danced a knife and stick to chase and kill, wanting to take advantage of Zhao Laoer's body in mid-air to support the force point support and slash and kill in one fell swoop.

Zhao Yue flew with both sticks.

The three monks who were chasing couldn't bear Zhao Laoer's strong strength, the knife flew and the stick broke, screamed and fell, and the next moment he suffered, and was beaten by the double stick volley, and he was killed and injured.

The warrior monk who attacked the three roads but was forced to retreat or swing away first was shocked and lost his voice, seeing that the snow-white Zhao Lao Er was as terrible as the flying demon god who wanted his life, and no one could block a blow under the siege of his own side.

Some can't help but have the idea of escaping quickly, afraid that they will die here if it is too late.

They finally saw that Zhao Lao Er was really a bold stunned young man, and he was not afraid of the powerful Buddhist forces behind them at all, and he dared to let go and kill the Buddhist disciples.

At this time, I wanted to escape and save my life, but it was too late.

Zhao Yue was furious, and the killing machine was in full swing, how could he let go of these most ferocious and daring, and when the scourge was also the most powerful scum of Buddhism, he pursued it in a vertical manner, and the two sticks opened the bow left and right ruthlessly, and the warrior monks who participated in the battle fell down one after another in the shadow of the two groups of whistling sticks, and none of them escaped.

Bi Feng's group of sumo wrestlers also fought with other monks who pounced.

The rest of the monks who participated in the war were also fierce and strong, but although they had practiced a few times, they were not professional warrior monks, and that was it, bullying ordinary people was a good hand, and the crowd could be murderous, and Bi Feng's group of sumo wrestlers fought, they were really not opponents, but there were many people who were beaten by more than a dozen sumo wrestlers to cry dad and call mother, and they fled in embarrassment.

Zhao Yue ignored these monks, turned around and pounced on the culprit who had retreated further away, Master Qingde.

At this time, the warrior monks who were guarding the money a little far away did not look good, and under the leadership and command of the most powerful warrior monk at the head, they rushed forward with all their might. The mule cart and the money were left only for a few ordinary monks with sticks to continue to guard.

Master Qingde saw the white light **demon* shadow chasing after Zhao Lao Er's fierce wind, and he was so frightened that the fat on his face trembled, and he screamed: "Devil? Impermanence? ”

Turn around and run.

Unbearable performance is more humiliating than a lost dog.

When life is at stake, falsehood is falsehood, how can you take care of the solemn posture of sacred justice and fearlessness in subduing demons and eliminating demons.

But he raised a good body fat, big belly waist round, body is too heavy, bare head on dozens of pounds, as a member of the core of the temple leadership, pampered, pay attention to the steady dignified and holy monk leadership style, when nothing to meditate and practice, lecture the scriptures, teach the small, accompany the old in the temple, are always comfortable to sit, walking are slow leadership steps, only move the mouth and legs on weekdays, serious lack of exercise, to this escape moment will appear as a leader of the drawbacks, he was shocked that he really wants to get the Buddha to favor the protection of the gods, He was able to fly for thousands of miles in an instant, but unfortunately, the Buddha ignored his request and ignored his sincere prayers as he usually ignored other believers.

He couldn't run at all.

Just when he was bluffing his soul and shouting at the warrior monk to protect him, his legs were weak, but the demon Zhao Lao Er gave up on him and suddenly pounced on the reinforcement warrior monk who rushed up.

Master Qingde, who was running away, breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to stop at all, panting heavily, and continued to work hard to carry out the most instinctive skill of human life-running.

He finally understood that Zhao Lao Er dared to make a move on the disciples of Buddhism to stab the hornet's nest, but his wrong decision today was undoubtedly the same, and the effect was immediately apparent. The monk who came with him bravely participated in the battle and killed people was planted and tasted the consequences, and he himself was also in the robbery, if he could not escape, the consequences would be worse than that of other monks.

Looking back in horror, he saw Zhao Lao Er suddenly soaring up, this flight was not more than three zhang high, and it was flying to the top of the head of the warrior monk who came to reinforce him.

"If you don't go to hell, who does."

Zhao Lao Er roared in the air, picked up the whistle stick in his hand, and his body accelerated by gravity descended sharply, exhaled, and slammed towards the top door of the warrior monk.

The leader of the warrior monk raised his head in horror and hurriedly swung his knife to parry, so nervous that the flesh on his face was tense and deformed, and the essence became more and more ugly, but where could the one-handed knife stand up to Zhao Lao Er's divine volley, the knife was knocked out of his hand in response, and the big bald head that was shaved bright snapped into a rotten watermelon, shattered from the top door to his neck, and knelt on his knees with a thud, and sat still with the red and white that broke out, and responded to the oath of the Buddhist sect of Hell that he said when he threatened Zhao Lao Er to encourage the murder of his fellow disciples.

Master Qingde's feeling is even worse than that of such a dead warrior monk.

At that moment, he saw Zhao Lao Er's eyes in the air emitting a terrifying demon light, but he felt that Zhao Lao Er, who was dressed in a holy snow suit, came with a sky full of light, and the image of the holy clothes was even more suspected to be the fairy child in front of the Buddha who descended to the mortal world, and he was specially sent to the lower realm to punish him, who was a Buddhist disciple who relied on the Buddha to eat but specifically violated the purpose of Buddhism, and the Buddha's mercy and scum.

Qingde felt in a trance that the Buddha had finally appeared, but it was the angry Buddha, who did not help the Buddha but gave Zhao Lao Er the ability to soar and mana to kill the disciples of the Buddha, so shocked that he was shocked and screamed nonsense: "Demon, demon, monster——"

His lips trembled, and he spoke incoherently: "The Protector Golden Winged Dapeng King? Peacock King? The Great Demon is in the Netherworld. The Buddha has appeared. The filthy soil of Buddhism in the world has suffered......"

Frightened and crazy, he stumbled under his feet, plopped down and fell to the ground, gnawed a mouthful of mud, and was even more suspicious in the severe pain, only when the Buddha was angry that he corrupted the reputation of Buddhism and the holiness of the Holy Sect, and deliberately used boundless magic power to secretly knock him down, hurt him, and made him in severe pain but unable to get up and continue to escape, it was Cheng Cheng who wanted him to escape this punishment.

The Buddha was angry, and the iron heart wanted me to die? You want me to go to hell and continue to be punished.......

This shock was not trivial, it scared him into three souls and seven spirits, and there was a chaotic sound in his head, and his eyes were actually faint.

Fainting is actually a kind of happiness, with Master Qingde's physical strength, he can't run away at all, and if he doesn't faint, he can only see more blood and horror, and endure more fright and torture.

Zhao Yue killed the warrior monk who took the lead with a stick, and when he caught a glimpse of Qingde, he couldn't move and couldn't run away, so he snorted disdainfully and concentrated on dealing with the other warrior monks.

He slammed into another fierce fellow.

The warrior monk swept the knife sharply, and his reaction and movements were not slow, but he just couldn't stop Zhao Laoer's casual blow, and the knife didn't arrive, and it had already clicked and his throat collapsed.

Zhao Yue's other stick killed the leader of the warrior monks who swore "I won't go to hell, who will", but he couldn't withstand such a fierce force and broke it.

Another warrior monk was shocked by Zhao Laoer's terrifying combat power, but he rushed too aggressively and violently with his head, and at this time he couldn't stop and retreated, so he simply gritted his teeth and took advantage of Zhao Laoer's need to deal with another warrior monk who couldn't stop the momentum over there, and the whistle stick in his hand was broken and unusable, and he slashed at the waist with a knife, and he couldn't succeed in cutting Zhao Laoer's knife and one blow.

However, when it comes to the level of Zhao Laoer's martial arts, it is bragging to say that picking leaves and flying flowers can hurt people, but too many things are disposable killing weapons.

What's wrong with the broken rod?

It is good to take people's lives.

Zhao Yue's body shook to avoid the ring knife that stopped him and slashed at the waist, and swept over the warrior monk over there with a stick, this hand broken stick had been thrown, and the sharp stubble of Mao Zazha pierced deep into the throat of the warrior monk. The guy glared at Zhao Lao Er in astonishment, put his hand on his neck, and fell down with a bang.

In an instant, two more warrior monks settled the account.

The warrior monks behind him were so frightened that they dared to act aggressively, and they had time to stop and retreat, and they all turned around and ran violently, rushing faster and more fiercely than when they came.

At this time, I heard someone shouting angrily: "Bald donkey, so daring." ”

But it was Su Yi and Su Liang that they finally killed all the assassins, and when they saw that the monks actually besieged Zhao Lao Er and his gang, they were immediately furious, and they jumped out of the window to kill while yelling.

The few guards who were in charge of intercepting and answering outside the building were naturally more convenient and faster than the comrades in the building, and they were killed in a few blink of an eye, one by one with double knives flying, and in the blink of an eye, they killed a few monks who were fighting with sumo wrestlers and wanted to escape, which frightened the remaining monks even more collapsed.

The warrior monk who was frightened by Zhao Yue looked back when he heard the sound, and saw that Zhao Laoer's helper had made time to kill, and it was obvious that he was also killing people like cutting vegetables, so he was even more frightened and desperately fled.

The monks who guarded the money were blessed, and they did not participate in the war, so naturally there were no casualties.

They saw the warrior monk fleeing in terror, and Zhao Laoer's subordinates chased and killed one by one like wolves and tigers, knowing that if they didn't run, they were afraid that their lives would be difficult to protect, so they were so frightened that they also fled with their bodies.

Some warrior monks don't know whether they are loyal to the temple or greedy for money, and they don't forget to urge the coachman to quickly turn around and run with the money while fleeing.

The two mule carts in front are the temple's own, one pulls money, and the other pulls the Qingde monk who has a high status and goes out to take the car, and the car is naturally also the monk of the temple, hearing the greeting, he quickly drove the mule and wanted to turn around and run.

Zhao Yue sneered: If you want to kill me, if you kill a few murderers and scum, you will be compensated?

At this time, do you still want to take away the large amount of money defrauded from the believers and continue to squander it at the temple?

He used the remaining stick in his hand as a javelin, and threw it with a whoosh, the force was so fierce that the warrior monk who was urging him to flee was pierced from the back to the chest, and his body flew up, and he floated more than a meter away before falling to the ground, and after a little struggle, he returned to the west in silence.

He happened to die next to the first mule cart, and the monk of the cart screamed and trembled, and then jumped out of the cart, abandoned the cart and ran away with his life, running as fast as he could, with a puff of smoke.

The monk who pulled the money was no better, for fear that Zhao Laoer, who was as terrible as the demon god, would aim his next target at him, knowing that the money could not be kept, and he jumped out of the car and ran away.

Zhao Yue didn't want to kill all the more than forty bald donkeys in one go, so he stopped his subordinates from chasing and killing, and this time he would let these Buddhist scum go.

The remaining monks were like frightened birds, still using their strength to open the 11-way competition to see who ran the fastest and farthest, and the smoke and dust were billowing and fled away in a few blink of an eye.

The few monks who were knocked over by the sumo wrestlers did not escape, and were escorted over, all of them shrunk their necks and bowed their waists in fear, afraid that Zhao Lao Er's head would fall to the ground as soon as he gave the order.

Zhao Yue glanced at these bald donkeys indifferently, pointed at Master Qingde, who was still unconscious, and said lightly: "Aren't you used to relying on the huge power of Buddhism to be arrogant? Don't you love to surround Europe with crowds? ”

"Come, take out your usual arrogance and viciousness, and serve the monks who serve you well."

When these monks heard this, they immediately looked at each other, and their eyes shrank and did not want to move.

After beating Master Qingde, who has a very high status in the temple and is valued by the elders, how can they have a foothold after they go back, and where can they live a free life without work?

Seeing that the bald donkey was lucky and tried not to listen to the greeting, he suddenly became murderous, and the sword was horizontal.

"Don't want to do it?"

"That's useless?"

As soon as these fierce monks took a look at this frame, they didn't understand morality, and it was obvious that they would have to die, so naturally they would die 'Taoist friends', not poor monks'.

I can't care about anything, so I want to take care of the present.

As long as you can live, you will talk about the future later. The temple cannot survive, the sky and the earth are big, and there is always a land that can survive.

A horizontal heart, a gritted teeth, one by one picked up the stick skillfully around Qingde and beaten.

A stick was heavily pumped on Master Qingde's fat back, and the unconscious master woke up in an instant.

Qingde screamed, looked back in shock, and saw that it was actually a few inferior monks from the same sect who dared to beat him, and suddenly became angry and instinctively threatened: "You dare to be disrespectful to the elders? ”

He had just woken up, and apparently hadn't returned to his terrible reality for a while.

The monk who made the first move raised his palm and said, "Uncle Qingde, please be merciful and save a few poor monks, right?" If you don't die, the poor monks and other brothers will have to die. ”

"Amitabha."

Another monk said: "Uncle Qingde, if you die, you can exchange the lives of poor monks and other people, and the merit is immeasurable." If you don't go to hell, who does. ”

Another saw Zhao Lao raise his sword and said hurriedly: "My Buddha is merciful, and I once cut meat and served eagles." Uncle Shi's cultivation is profound, and his consciousness is naturally higher than that of low-level monks such as me, and at a critical juncture, he naturally shows my Buddha's mind and is willing to sacrifice himself to save the lives of poor monks. ”