"Ahh

In the White Horse Temple, the screams, like piercing screams, tear apart the desolation of the night.

Tie Niu, a warrior monk covered in blood, smashed through the walls of the White Horse Temple, fell like a cannonball into the innocent crowd of people who had taken refuge in the rear, and smashed over several men who were guarding their families with sticks.

The Nirvana warrior monk was holding a heavy Zen staff in his hand, but the Zen staff was already covered with frost, sticking his fingers and flesh to the Zen staff, and if he moved, the flesh and blood would be torn.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

This scene frightened the surrounding civilians who had taken refuge to avoid in all directions, but there was an old man on crutches, coughing, and trying to help the iron bull up.

"Still stunned!"

The old man shouted to the young people around him:

"The hero is protecting us from demons, if he is defeated, I will die! Don't come and help! ”

Several young men with big shoulders and round waists immediately stepped forward and helped the iron ox up with all hands and feet.

This Nirvana warrior monk is now extremely miserable.

The monk's robe on his body was covered with frost, and his face full of flesh also revealed a blue and white, which was obviously a sign of cold entering his body.

The sandalwood Buddha beads in his hand, in the fight with the master of the witch just now, have been all played, but they still can't stop the pace of the demon sect.

"Stand back!"

Tie Niu gritted his teeth, drummed up the true qi of Buddhism in his body, reached out and wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and shouted to the people behind him:

"Get out into the backyard!"

After speaking, the warrior monk grabbed the Zen staff, and rushed to the front battlefield where he was beaten away, and the entire front yard of the White Horse Temple was already a river of blood, and the demon cult demons, taking advantage of the chaos in the city, had rushed here.

Uncle Mustard took the warrior monks in the temple to stop him in the front yard, and a group of innocent warriors were also helping.

But the thieves are powerful.

There are more than a dozen masters on the ground list alone, and even if the Nirvana martial arts are heavy on defense, it will be difficult for them to hold up under such an absolute disadvantage.

It's just that in the White Horse Temple, thousands of innocent people who have come from all over to take refuge are gathered...

If they can't stop it, these people are afraid that they will go to the Huangquan Prefecture.

"Ahh Demon, eat me with a stick! ”

Tie Niu rushed to the front yard, and saw that several disciples of the Xiaoxiang Sword Sect were being pressed and beaten by several Tongwu Sect people with evil martial arts, so he rushed forward like a brute bull regardless of the pain on his body.

The heavy Zen staff in his hand was waved, and the Dharma stick in one hand danced out, bringing the tiger roaring and rolling up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, and the momentum was amazing.

This warrior monk broke up a few people from the Tongwu Sect, and took them to other places to relieve the siege.

In a short time, more than a dozen people gathered behind him, from different sects, using different martial arts moves, but at this time, it was the time to fight for his life, so he also cooperated and entered the chaotic battle formation in front of him, which also caused the Tongwu Sect people who were pressed on the whole line to retreat again and again.

"Hey, where did you come from?"

A laugh sounded from the crowd in front of him, and Tie Niu's heart shook greatly, and he immediately transported the true qi of the Buddhist family, and a thick air shield was protected in front of him, just like a brilliant bell, wanting to block this sudden attack.

But the means of coming are higher.

I saw that like a monkey, the Seven Absolute Elders with five short statures rushed out of the crowd, he was carrying a knife on his back, and he didn't use a knife, so dexterous and weird rushed in.

The five fingers were clasped into a claw-shaped, and one claw slapped on the iron bull's golden bell shield air shield.

This Nirvana Temple's defense is unique, it can block the blade slashing, and it can also block the sudden attack of fists and feet, Tie Niu is the leader of the younger generation of warrior monks, and it is naturally one of the three flavors of cultivation, even if it fights with the ordinary list, it can also be maintained for a moment and three moments.

But the five short elders in front of him are a half-step heavenly list.

Yang Beihan didn't talk about any martial arts, he attacked the juniors secretly, there was no shame on his face, and the soul destroying claw was used, which was not as good as the soul destroying claw with the sound of ghosts crying wolves, light and fluttering, and seemed to have no strength.

But when the claw touched the Iron Bull Qi Shield, it was like a bamboo, and at the same time that the true qi was dispersed, the divine claw also hit the Iron Bull's broad chest, hitting it three times in a row, locking the True Qi of the Iron Bull's whole body.

"Hey, stay honest!"

Yang Beihan borrowed his strength on the Zen staff of the Iron Bull Dance, kicked his feet on the chest of the Iron Bull, and kicked the Nirvana warrior monk out of the air, and like a ghost, he swept into the group of heroes in the rivers and lakes behind.

A pair of fleshy palms waved around, and in an instant, this group of people were imprisoned by the divine claws, and they were knocked to the ground by Yang Beihan, and the demon sect people in the rear rushed forward, and they did not harm their lives, but tied them with ropes and dragged them to the rear.

"Rush in!"

Yang Beihan glanced at the White Horse Temple, and he said sharply:

"Disperse those people, search for the Holy Fire Sect Holy Maiden, don't delay, if Ren Hao comes, we all have to stay here!"

Wu Wusheng, who was carrying an evil knife on his back, took the lead and rushed into the White Horse Temple, followed by more than a dozen Seven Absolute Elites, and the people of Jianghu desperately wanted to stop these demon sect people, but they were stabbed one by one and knocked to the ground. Recommended ReadingTV//

He was useless but evil, using the other knife in his hand, and using the back of the knife to knock those people away.

Worry has no life to promise but evil, only when you encounter a strong enemy, you can use it.

"The thief is gone!"

A low roar sounded from behind, Yang Beihan suddenly turned around, and saw a halo of light sweeping from behind, and the mustard monk holding a Zen staff was like a mad demon.

Seven or eight ground lists were besieging him, but they couldn't stop him from rushing in.

The strong true qi of Buddhism flowed around the mustard seed monk, turning into a heavy air shield, and the smooth nirvana true qi was really like a heavy bell on the outside.

Ordinary martial arts, hitting on it, can't hurt this crazy monk at all.

"Wow"

Yang Beihan had a long knife out of the sheath behind his back, he was short in stature, and this knife was about the same height as his whole person.

Seeing the mustard seed monk rushing in with a battle, the seven absolute elders also put away their playful thoughts and treated them with their hearts, the beast roared, and the greedy wolf sword technique splashed forward.

A series of seven greedy wolf sword qi bombarded in all directions, shattering the bricks and stones under the feet of the mustard monk, which made the mad monk's footsteps stop for a moment.

"The iron turtle of the Nirvana Temple, difficult!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Yang Beihan's eyes.

Walking the rivers and lakes, I am most tired of these Nirvana monks, even if they can fight, they will consume too much energy, and that turtle shell is really too difficult.

Thinking of this, he took a few steps back, waved the long knife in his hand again and again, stepped on the seven star steps, and mobilized the greedy wolf sword qi, like a herd of beasts predating, the knife qi flew sideways, cutting through the bricks and stones on all sides, like a tornado dancing.

Let the mustard monk hold the sword qi against it, and every step forward is extremely difficult.

Seeing that this crazy monk was trapped by the elders of Beihan, one by one they resorted to the housekeeper and called from all sides to besiege and kill the mustard monk here.

The reason why the raid on the White Horse Temple has dragged on for so long is because of this powerful and crazy monk like an iron turtle!

Kill him!

The ashes were all raised for him!

Everyone advanced, but Yang Beihan retreated alone.

This group of witchcraft people is really uninformed, the monk in front of him is clearly the descendant of the Nirvana Temple, and he is not only a defensive method, do you really think it is so easy to deal with?

Hehe, he killed himself, and he couldn't complain about him.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, subduing demons and subduing demons!"

Sure enough, just as those besiegers approached the mustard monk's body, the blood-stained Zen staff no longer defended, and with its strong strength, it added the true qi of killing, stirring up the air flow around the body.

In the roar of the mustard monk, the Zen staff was rounded and swept in all directions.

The momentum is fierce, and it is the best in the world.

"Bang"

The wind and thunder stick in the hand of the fastest Tongwu master was beaten into a U-shape, his arms trembled, and he almost wanted to run, but the strength of the nine-ring Zen staff changed, and it pressed like a heavy hammer, pressing his eyes wide, but there was nothing he could do.

"Bang"

The true qi burst open, and the master of the witch was knocked to the ground by this staff, the bones from his shoulders were shattered, his chest was full of ups and downs, and his mouth opened to spew out frost blood, but he couldn't survive.

And that's not all.

One hand of the dragon staff to repel the enemy, half of the Buddha, half of the mustard monk of the ghost waved his left hand, buckled into a dragon claw, Nirvana peerless, dragon claw to break the enemy.

"Poof"

The Five Elements Sect man who tried to sneak attack with double thorns was blessed with his blades, but the dragon claw of the mustard monk broke the double blades and buckled directly on the neck, making the sound of tooth aches and bones wrinkled.

The demon whose neck was broken was smashed forward like a war hammer by the mustard monk.

"Boom"

The true qi of Buddhism is no longer the true qi of Bodhi Nirvana of compassion and kindness, but the extinction of bitter meditation like the killing of vajra.

The mustard monk held a Zen staff in his hand, standing in place, at his feet, just in an instant, with two more corpses.

This is the method of operation of the Nirvana Temple.

The defense is like a mountain, and the counterattack is like fire, which can not only resist the beating, but also break the enemy.

The descendants of this high-ranking sect naturally can't be generalized with the scattered people in the rivers and lakes.

Even if it is the same list, it is really murderous, and it is common for one person to kill three or four people, and the gap in martial arts in the list is far greater than that of the list.

Even Shen Qiu can easily take Yang Fu, a master of the rivers and lakes like the mustard seed monk, and he can fight back in the face of these sieges, which is naturally an ordinary thing.

"Get out of the way!"

There is no Buddhist compassion on the face of the mustard monk.

The scars on the side of the grimace jumped, making him like a Shura demon, with a miserable corpse under his feet, and several people around him were frightened by this fierce aura for a while, and they didn't dare to step forward.

"Happy subordinates, it's all such a waste?"

Yang Bei laughed coldly, holding a knife in his hand, just blocking the passage to the White Horse Temple.

In the rear temple, there was already screaming chaos, and those people from the Seven Peerless Sects who rushed into the temple thought that they had begun to commit murder.

"What are the twelve masters of the Witch Sect, hehe, if you really want to fight, you have to see the craftsmanship of our seven unique sects. You six impure flower monks, come and fight with this seat. ”

Yang Beihan jumped up, waved the long knife in his hand, and the greedy wolf sword qi gathered together, he had already made up his mind to break through the monk's defenses and buy some time for the sorrow of the Holy Fire Saintess behind him.

And those masters of the witch sect, seeing Yang Beihan's move, also abandoned this difficult mustard monk one by one, rushed to the White Horse Temple, or reflexively slaughtered those weak and decent knights.

Seeing that Yang Beihan was difficult, the mustard monk thought about it in his heart, so he made up his mind.

More than a dozen fierce and gloomy greedy wolf knife qi rushed to his face, but the mustard monk did not dodge or dodge, and when the knife qi was added, the heavy Buddhist true qi around him suddenly changed to a different form of operation.

Under Yang Beihan's stunned gaze, the qi shield flowed like a whirlwind, extremely fast, and with a strange traction, the sword qi he slashed out was captured by the rapidly rotating true qi.

After rotating around the mustard monk at high speed for a few weeks, he was waved by the mustard monk and hit in all directions.

The sword qi of the half-step heavenly list is so powerful in terms of destructive power.

This suddenly dispersed in all directions, hurried and fast, without warning, so that the demon sect masters around him had no time to react at all.

At that moment, there were three or four, and the greedy wolf sword qi thrown out slashed the body, breaking the protective qi.

The mustard monk raised his left hand again, like a dragon's claw, but this time, it operated with the dragon binding skill, like an invisible chain, buckling a demon sect master who was spurting blood from his body, and pulled him towards him.

The staff was swung and suddenly fell.

"Bang"

There was another headless corpse in the field.

"What kind of martial arts are you!"

Yang Beihan shouted:

"You monk, where did you learn the secret art of my sect master!"

"Hehe, Zhang Moxie's secret technique?"

The mustard monk raised his head, his eyes full of cold murderous intent.

At this moment, he no longer looked like a monk at all, but like a gloomy vengeful man, he lifted his Zen staff, rushed to Yang Beihan, and said coldly:

"He secretly learned other people's secret techniques, and he also said that he had his own secret techniques... Bah! What a shame! ”

The dragon restraint is back up.

The mustard monk who missed the hole card no longer concealed it, and the thick true qi spread out in a strange way, like an invisible force field, Yang Beihan fell into it, and felt that there was a flowing wind whistling in all directions.

All kinds of chaotic forces were added to his body, just like an invisible force field traction, making him lose shape in a knife style, and in the midst of the layers of true qi, even the movement became slow by three points.

The mighty Heavenly Dragon Staff has risen, and the blood-stained Zen Staff has a splash of true qi, which is really like an angry dragon entangled, brilliant atmosphere, this desperate blow will kill him!

"Uncle Beihan, don't panic!"

Zhang Chu's voice sounded in the rear, and there was a piercing murderous aura that came with it.

The mustard monk turned his head suddenly, and the stick that hit Yang Beihan turned to attack behind him, and in the night behind him, it was like a fallen leaf flying.

Zhang Chu walked slowly with a knife, and thousands of knife blades were suspended between the two.

Every phantom blade is attached to a murderous aura, and these thousands of blades are like Zhang Chu wielding a thousand knives in an instant.

The mustard monk seemed to see the autumn sunset leaves flying horizontally, and in the autumn wind, the thousand blades and leaves swirled, flocking to him from all directions.

"Bang"

The majestic force brought by the Heavenly Dragon Staff Killing swept those blades apart.

But there are too many blades...

Just like walking in the woods in autumn, no matter how hard you work, there are still flying leaves falling on your robe, this scene has the artistic conception of autumn depression.

But under Xiao Suo, there is murderous intent.

The fallen leaves have been covered, and the pieces are killed.

This Ye Fall killing knife, Zhang Chu came at this time, and it was indeed three points more agile than when he was in Suzhou.

"Puff Puff"

The mustard seed monk's body was full of strong air shields, all of which were broken, and on his tall body, the monk's robe was also torn, and in the blood splashing, the Nirvana Imperial Guard was all broken, and behind him, Yang Beihan came ghostly.

The Soul Destroying God claw hit seven times in a row, one more fierce than the other, one more ruthless than the other, and when the last claw came, he hit the back of the mustard monk's head in the howl of the ghost crying wolf, wanting to take his life.

"Buzz"

The situation turned again.

The gratuitous sword shadow was divided into seven people, each making a sword move, and in an instant, the seven people were one.

Everything seems to be a dream hallucination.

But Yang Beihan was already stunned.

A black sword had pierced him from behind and out of his chest.

Elder Beihan's back was also full of sword marks, and the blood light splashed in the night was so thrilling.

If it weren't for the swift reaction of the half-step Tianbang and moving a few inches outward in the final kill, this assassin would have stabbed him in the heart and cut off his life with a single sword.

But the strong true qi can't stop the slightest?

This sword...

This person...

What is the origin?

"Ahh

At the critical moment of his life, Yang Beihan was no longer powerless to take his life, so he had to turn around and slap out, forcing the assassin behind him to retreat, covering his serious wounds, and staggering out.

Zhang Chu's side was indifferent.

He watched as the mountain ghost stood up, protecting the seriously injured mustard monk behind him, and under the familiar black ghost face, there were still a pair of ruthless eyes.

"Yo, Brother Devil..."

Zhang Chu raised the straight-edged knife in his hand, and Ye Luo's killing style resurfaced, and he said to the mountain ghost:

"It's been a long time, the last time the fight was interrupted, today, I am holding the sword, and it is a coincidence that I came again, and then I compare?"