Chapter 127

The game of Zhenlong requires a lot of energy and time, and every time it falls, there is plenty of time, even if it stops for a few hours, Master Xuankong will not care, and even when he goes offline during the chess game, he only shows the scene of the player sitting quietly at the table, and he can continue after going online.

In Master Xuankong's house, no one can disturb him!

Happy wanted to take advantage of the special pattern here from the beginning, delay time, and have been avoiding the birthday of the Son of Heaven with the tribute of the imperial court, and now he is not sure to pass the Zhenlong chess game, of course, he can only continue to help the white tiger survive while trying to prolong the time of his defeat.

Zhenlong chess game, happy this competition is half a day.

He didn't know that when he stayed in the temple like this, it was already dark outside, the wind was roaring, and the blood was raining!

Hundreds of meters from different gangs, or self-formed teams, banners clearly surrounded the dilapidated small temple, and twenty meters away from the small temple, no less than 100 corpses fell horizontally......

Monk Zhiheng guarded the gate of the small temple like a towering mountain, clasped his hands together, and let countless flying arrows and hidden weapons splash all over the world, but his body moved in a small area like a ghost, and countless arrows and hidden weapons all fell into the air;

"Get out!"

Once you notice that someone is taking the opportunity to approach the small temple, no matter where the other party is, you will immediately transform from an immobile Arhat to the most cold-blooded and ruthless Ming King, and kill anyone who tries to invade the temple with one and a half moves.

"Hundred Steps Divine Fist!"

A hundred meters away from the temple, a group of people in plain white scribe costumes, standing calmly with swords, after looking for a while, they all showed a solemn look, one of them said:

"The superior martial arts of the Xuan Miao Realm, the lethality is amazing, and the strength contains the mysteries of fighting the bull in the air, unless you have both superior body protection and good equipment, otherwise, no one can stop a move." After a pause, the gaze that looked at Monk Zhiheng became extremely complicated: "In addition, the killing distance of the Hundred Steps Divine Fist varies depending on the level of the realm, and when the realm reaches the peak, you can easily kill any one of them within a hundred steps." ”

Hearing this, a group of people around him inhaled.

Judging from the fact that Monk Zhiheng easily took away the players behind the temple, even if the opponent's Hundred Steps Divine Fist realm did not reach its peak, it was probably not far from the peak state.

"I don't know which kid was so lucky, not to mention taking the tribute, but also triggering the mission in the temple and being protected by the NPC......"

Looking at the small red dots shining on the map in their hands, many players sighed in low voices.

"It is said that a long time has passed, and I think this kid should know that we are outside, and deliberately stay inside and not come out, planning to delay until the birthday of the Son of Heaven before leaving."

“…… Once time passes, even if we kill him, it will be impossible to pay tribute again. A group of people said and said, and turned their eyes back to the monk Zhiheng in front of the temple!

If it weren't for Monk Zhiheng using his strength to erect an indestructible image, a group of people would probably rush over immediately!

Another group of people not far away, because of the stalemate of the situation, slowly turned from the initial depression to dullness and secretly sighing for luck:

They were the first group of small gangs to learn that there was a tribute in the small temple of Songshan.

Because the number of people is relatively small, when I learned the news by chance, I didn't believe that there would be such a good thing waiting for me, and I also cleverly spread the news to the major gangs outside the Shaolin Temple who killed a brocade box and bled into a river.

Outcome!

Among these people, some of them had long been tormented, and they just lacked a step to leave, so they did not hesitate to take them into the mountain......

And the strongest gangs still stick to their positions, step all the way to the top outside the Shaolin Temple, killing each other frantically, fighting for the last moment of the brocade box, doing their best, forgetting death!

And a group of people who switched to the war soon discovered that the news that there were tributes hidden in the small temple of Songshan turned out to be true!

Except for a few gangs whose strength was too bad, most of the gangs frantically mobilized people to invade the small temple desperately, while entangled in the competition for this unexpected discovery.

From the desperate frenzied invasion at the beginning, to the continuous throwing of corpses outside the temple, their actions gradually calmed down.

In half a day, at least more than two hundred players died outside the temple and became the souls of the monks under Zhiheng......

Now!

A large number of archers from more than a dozen gangs surrounded the small temple, and with all their might, they still couldn't pose a threat to Monk Zhiheng, and they still couldn't shake the other party in the slightest.

A crowd is discouraged!

But many more are not reconciled......

"It's not impossible to break through here, after all, he is the only monk ......"

A Taoist priest with a high crown came up and proposed:

"Let's go up together! As long as the monk is trapped, the others will take the temple directly, no matter who gets it first, snatch the brocade box out of the temple and then divide it! What do you guys think?! ”

The proposal was quickly agreed to by the leaders of the major gangs.

……

The temple is surging!

Dozens of people from major gangs formed a death squad, carrying knives and swords, the realm was fully open, solemnly and carefully pulling open the pocket formation, approaching Zhiheng.

“……”

Zhiheng seemed to feel a more dignified and dangerous aura coming from all directions, and before they could get too close, under the cold ring scar, a cold brow and eyes suddenly flashed without the slightest emotion.

The cold killing intent in his eyes, combined with the general non-angry and self-righteous face of King Zhiheng Ming, an invisible momentum overwhelmingly pressed towards the surrounding players!

This look instantly detonated the player.

My heart was shocked, "Go!" "Drink! A group of people roared, while emboldening their own people, they were not afraid of death and swept up one after another, forcing towards Zhiheng.

More than 100 Creation Realm players started at the same time, and the momentum was mighty, which was also very amazing at first glance!

Soon, Monk Zhiheng sensed the crisis after the player approached......

Two hands are hard to beat.

Now he was facing hundreds of fists and kicks, and no matter how fast he was, it would be difficult to kill them all in a short period of time......

In the blink of an eye, Zhiheng was completely overwhelmed by the deliberate players, and fell into a heavy encirclement, making it difficult to break through.

"It's time!"

"!!"

The eyes of the people on the periphery lit up, and more people couldn't wait for the others to give orders, and they couldn't wait to bounce up and sweep towards the temple earthen wall as fast as they could.

"Click......"

Sou! Sou!

Fly on the grass, float on the water, catch the cicadas in eight steps, and ladder the clouds! The light skills of various sects and factions became the biggest advantage of competition at this moment, and in the countless sounds of breaking the air, the situation outside the temple was suddenly even more chaotic.

Hundreds of people are running wildly.

The speed is fast, less than ten meters from the wall......

The temple is about to be invaded by countless players.

The crowd surrounded by hundreds of players suddenly burst into a trembling mountain woodland roar!

"Roaring !!!"

The lion roared strongly, forming yellow ripples that were faintly visible to the naked eye in the air, and hundreds of players around them bore the brunt, as if they had hit an iron wall, and they all spurted blood from the air and flew out, revealing the murderous monk Zhiheng inside, who constantly emitted a golden lion roar!

"Roar, roar, roar, ......"

Bursts of sound waves of lion's roar swept away the dust of fallen leaves on the ground, and even corpses, spreading out at an alarming speed;

A group of people close to the temple, before touching the wall, one by one, were like being struck by lightning! The internal breath continued, and one by one, like birds shot down in the air, they fell to the ground one after another.

Seeing the players who were suffering heavy blows and rolling all over the ground as if they were nothing, the angry monk Zhiheng opened his arms, and the lion roar in his mouth continued, and the sonic waves violently plowed the outside of the temple over and over again, still without stopping......