Suddenly, the sound of "bells" hitting the ground sounded on the field.

The remaining monks immediately threw away their weapons, screamed and turned their heads and ran, and none of them dared to stay and resist.

With such a great supernatural master here, how could so many mortals be able to beat it?

However, if they are in an enemy country and want to deliberately cause killing, how can Feng Zhou spare them? Immediately use the bronze short sword as the golden snake sword, urging the sword to sweep and kill, killing all the people.

In the blink of an eye, nearly 100 monks died under his sword.

But these people have long been like the Song army commanded by the sorghum river car god, at this time, they only wish that their father and mother had two fewer legs, and they don't even have the courage to look back.

The high-level of the Bronze Temple thought that the protection was impregnable, but in front of the sealed boat, it was as fragile as tofu.

Huichuan and many high-level officials of the Bronze Temple rushed to the door under such circumstances. When Huichuan saw such a scene, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the weak scholar who was walking forward with a sword in front of the door as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Your Excellency, as a master in the world, does you still have the demeanor of a master to kill innocents like this?" Seeing this scene of corpses everywhere, Huichuan's heart was like a peaceful lake, and he couldn't help but be angry.

As for the other high-level officials of the Bronze Temple, their eyes were red. The hundreds of people who died here are all the elite of the Bronze Temple, these people are gone, how can they maintain such a great ruling force with dozens of high-end forces alone?

How will you show off your power in Linhe County in the future!

"Senior Brother Huichuan, kill this thief!"

A monk of the round character generation said with a red face and red ears.

"Kill him, kill him!" shouted many.

But they stopped.

Because of the martial arts of these people, when they were young, they couldn't compare to those warrior monks, and at this time, they were getting older, and their physical strength was even worse.

Only the great master Huichuan, a hundred feet ahead, went one step further, at the age of forty, broke through the barrier of martial arts in the Bronze Temple, achieved the position of the grandmaster, and was able to fight with the thief in front of him.

In the face of Huichuan's questioning, Feng Zhouli ignored it, and just casually popped out a wind blade.

As a peerless master, in the face of Emperor Zhao Gou's disdainful existence, what he did was actually something that a few Western Xia monks could question.

It's Wan Yanliang and Zhao Gou here, I should kill it, you bald, what's the point?

Seeing that Feng Zhou was holding a short sword, but it could emit a dazzling sword light, roaring, and cutting through the air, the senior brothers were undoubtedly his opponents.

Hui Chuan's face was solemn, and he slowly pulled out the long knife in his hand.

Although he was late, as long as he saw the corpses everywhere on the ground, as well as many weapons that were discarded at will, he knew that Feng Zhou had slaughtered the disciples in the temple on a large scale before, and it was really brutal.

In the face of such a strong person as Feng Zhou, even Huichuan did not dare to be careless.

He tightly held the Qingtang ring head knife made by the good craftsmen of the Great Xia Kingdom, almost all the handles were white, and the patent leather scabbard was mottled everywhere. But no one dares to underestimate this knife, because it is the 'Moon Knife'.

The famous knife of Western Xia.

The level of craftsmen in Western Xia is no less than that of Liao, Jin, and Song, among which the master craftsmen are the best in the world.

Huichuan relied on this moon knife to crisscross the Western Xia, and shocked the Xiping Mansion, whether it was the minister Ren Dejing or the great witch king Hong Zhong, they all praised the magic weapon in Huichuan's hands, and also made Huichuan among the current masters.

"Huh!"

Huichuan seemed to pull out his long knife slowly.

A waterfall-like sword light slashed out, and the sword was like a rainbow through the sun, and it was like a heavenly river hanging upside down, covering the sky and the earth, and it could destroy almost everything

"He is worthy of being Huichuan's nephew, a master of the grandmaster, and his name is well deserved!"

The high-level people of the bronze temple praised.

"Hmph, the white-faced scholar from nowhere, dare to break into my Bronze Temple, this time let him be crushed!" someone shouted coldly.

He Ying is a rough martial artist, and when he saw this scene at first glance, he couldn't help but turn pale.

Although Feng Zhou has repeatedly shown extraordinary ability, killing people is like killing chickens, but on the other side is Huichuan.

For a long time, the people of Linhe County have been in fear of the Bronze Temple, especially the master Huichuan, and in their hearts, Huichuan is invincible.

He Ying knew in his heart that if he lost this battle, He Ying would die on the spot, which would be the best outcome, and the biggest possibility would be that his village would be a slave and a woman would be a prostitute.

With this sharp blow in Hui Chuan's hand, the silver sword exploded on the ground, and steadily slashed at the sword shot out by Feng Zhou.

"Boom!"

The sword was shattered by the sword.

"Good!"

The monks of the Bronze Temple all cheered.

In their opinion, Huichuan's heavy sword broke through the sword of the sealed boat, and it was naturally Huichuan who was superior. Many people have already begun to think about how they will concoct Fengzhou when Huichuan defeats Fengzhou. It is difficult to remove the hatred in their hearts from this madman who dares to offend the Bronze Temple, and his corpse is broken into thousands of pieces.

As for He Ying, it is not in everyone's consideration at all.

All the men in the entire Hejia Village should be pulled to fill the Yellow River.

But at this moment, Huichuan's face did not show any joy, but became more and more solemn.

He struck with all his strength just now, and although he broke through the sword of Feng Zhou, the whole person couldn't help trembling, his hands were numb, and he tried his best to hold the hilt of the sword.

What made him even more shocked was that the sealing boat came from a distance of ten zhang, and the sword light was released, but it was still so powerful. If the distance is close, and the sealing boat is fully exerted, what kind of power is it?

"The depth of this person's internal strength is simply unfathomable, when did such a master appear in the world? It is impossible for Xia Guo to have such a master, is he a Jin man, or a Song man? Could it be that Zhongnan Mountain master?"

Huichuan was horrified.

He couldn't help but open his mouth and shouted: "Are you from Zhongnan Mountain? The poor monk had a relationship with Wang Chongyang back then, why do you and I need to fight again?"

He was misled by Feng Zhou's peerless martial arts, thinking that the other party was the descendant of Wang Chongyang, a martial arts master in Zhongnan Mountain, Shaanxi, and his heart couldn't help but be shocked.

Although Wang Chongyang is a person from Zhongnan Mountain, his martial arts are superb, and he once won the championship in the pseudo-Qi martial arts examination, and then fought with masters from all walks of life, and was invincible, so the world called him "Wang Invincible".

Huichuan and Wang Chongyang are the same age, they went south and fought with them, regardless of victory or defeat, but they didn't expect that a few years later, a young grandmaster who was only twenty years old was born, and his martial arts were better than Wang Chongyang, could it be his descendants?

"Wang Chongyang, who is that?"

Feng Zhou turned his head and looked over, and said: "It's not bad that you can actually take my sword, in terms of cultivation strength, I'm afraid you are not weaker than Shi Tianwang, it seems that you are Huichuan." ”

It turned out that Feng Zhou just now, it was just a sword that was sent out casually, and even one-tenth of the power of the move "Night on Huashan" was not exerted, I didn't expect someone to be able to block this sword, it seems that the strength is good.

"It's me, who is your Excellency?"

Huichuan said slightly respectfully.

The other party doesn't know Wang Chongyang, it seems that he is the new great master.

"You're not qualified enough to know my name. ”

Feng Zhou's eyes were indifferent and he said calmly.

When he killed Shi Tianwang, he didn't have much effort, and at this time, his strength cultivation increased more than ten times and a hundred times, and killing a monk of the Bronze Temple was not worth mentioning at all.

"If you want to know my name, then go die!" After speaking, the bronze short sword in his hand shone brightly, and he swung his sword again.

Suddenly, the sharp edge like a mountain and a sea came to the sky, directly in front of Huichuan, who just had time to think of the word "bad" in his heart, and he was already in a desperate situation.

He raised the long knife in his hand, froze his figure, made a starting gesture, and shouted: "Break!"

In an instant, he seemed to be at the bottom of the Yellow River in Qingtongxia, rushing like a sea tide, and he relied on the "Moon Knife" in his hand to split the water potential and achieve invincible magical powers.

This time, he was confident that he would be able to block the sword,

But the next moment.

"Boom!"

The sword and the sword collided in one shot.

The sound was ten times louder than before, and countless wind blades shot out in all directions, many bluestones were destroyed, pavilions and pavilions collapsed, and many monks were pierced by Yu Jin and died instantly.

And Huichuan is still standing there, but the seven orifices are bleeding, and his life has been cut off.

He couldn't say a word, couldn't lift a finger, just glanced at Feng Zhou, his head drooped, and his body fell down.

He's dead.

The pillar of the bronze temple, the monk Huichuan, was killed by Feng Zhou with a sword.

"How is this possible?"

The monks were terrified.

Yuan Zhi, the presiding officer of the Bronze Temple, was even more wide-eyed, in disbelief.

But it was too late.

Because Feng Zhou had already stepped forward, with one move of "going to Huashan at night", hundreds of sword qi were emitted, and all the high-level officials of the Bronze Temple were killed.

The mountains are like the sea, the remnant sun is like blood, and the sealed boat stands proudly on the spot, like a god's mansion.

He Ying knelt on the ground and bowed to worship, and the reverence for Fengzhou in his heart was incomprehensible.

"This ...... Feng Daxia really defeated the Bronze Temple. ”

"Feng Daxia's supernatural powers!"

"Feng Daxia is our reincarnated parent. ”

Countless voices came from behind.

He Ying looked back, but saw that the people from Hejia Village were taking Lizheng from several nearby big villages, and a large number of young people behind them were stunned, and they were shocked beyond measure.

The look of faith and doubt is all turned into admiration.