"Does the master intend to resolve this injustice?" Yang Xuan said towards the sweeping monk.

"The donor has good eyesight, the old monk has this idea, if the two can eliminate the anger of the donor, wouldn't it be immeasurable." Sweeping monks.

"The difference between the master's words, Buddhism talks about cultivating the afterlife, some people can cross, some people can't, doesn't the Buddhists also have the saying of the angry eye Vajra, the master thinks it." Yang Xuan disagreed.

"Then according to the benefactor's words, what should be done." The sweeper asked. The current sweeping monk can't see Yang Xuan's heels, he can only see that Yang Xuan's internal strength is free, but it's a pity that Yang Xuan's whole person is like a fog, which is incomprehensible and intangible.

"The martial arts of Shaolin Temple need to be resolved by Buddhism, absurd, the so-called martial arts are used to kill people, how can there be so many sayings, otherwise what are so many people practicing martial arts for, and becoming stronger is everyone's innate desire, I think Xiao Yuanshan was killed too badly, you can do it yourself, I just don't want to let go of Murong Bo." Yang Xuan said firmly.

"The anger is too heavy, the murderous nature is too heavy, and the donor doesn't know whether to ask or not to ask if he has a sentence." The sweeper asked.

"Say it." Yang Xuan said casually.

"Can the donor understand what he is doing when he kills, the second and third time when he kills for the first time, and ,,,,,, the second and third time" The sweeping monk slowly affected Yang Xuan with his spiritual power.

Yang Xuan slowly recalled, the first time he killed someone, it was disgusting, but that person was an aggressor and had to die, the second time he killed, Yang Xuan felt that he had killed the wrong person, and he was annoyed for a long time, and then as more and more people were killed, Yang Xuan was already commonplace for killing.

Gradually, Yang Xuanzhen became very impatient, and his eyes slowly turned blood-red.

The more Tong Piaoyun behind Yang Xuan looked at Yang Xuan, the more wrong he became, and he looked at Yang Xuan and then at the sweeping monk.

Tong Piaoyun didn't talk much nonsense, he bullied his body and slapped his Tianshan Folding Plum Hand, and hit the chest of the sweeping monk, and the sweeping monk immediately began to fight with Tong Piaoyun, and the two peerless masters have great power between one palm and one style, but they can also very well explode this power on the opponent's body, so that the two sides are very hot, but the surrounding things are not damaged at all.

At this time, the sweeping monk suddenly hit Tong Piaoyun with a straight move, Tong Piaoyun returned to defend against a Tianshan Six Yang palm attack, but the sweeping monk's right palm changed direction halfway, innocent and false move, and when Tong Piaoyun reflected, he had been slapped on the shoulder with a palm, and fell in front of Yang Xuan upside down.

Tong Piaoyun's skills are unfathomable, and he has learned national arts, and his physique is strong, although he is a little embarrassed to see this palm, but it is basically just a skin injury.

But the fall really woke up Yang Xuan, who was reminiscing, but Yang Xuan was getting more and more wrong, his eyes were red as if he was about to drip blood.

When the sweeping monk saw Yang Xuan's situation, he immediately said, "If you want to watch the battle, try to stay as far away as possible, so as not to hurt the innocent." After finishing speaking, he looked at Yang Xuan and said, "Donor, if you want to learn, you can come to the back mountain with me." After speaking, the sweeping monk performed a wonderful light skill and walked away.

Yang Xuan roared angrily and chased after the sweeping monk.

"Abbot, look?" Several Shaolin elders looked at themselves, and Xuan Ci said, "One is my Shaolin senior, and the other has the intention of defending our Shaolin today, we need to go together, so that the two of them will fight a real fire, and it will be difficult to clean up." ”

"The abbot is wise." The monks chanted the Buddha's trumpet.

A large group of people began to follow up to see the excitement.

Tong Piaoyun was concerned about Yang Xuan running all the way, he had always regarded himself as a strong man, and now he suddenly woke up to know Yang Xuan from the beginning of Yang Xuan to protect himself all the way, he always thought that his martial arts were very high, and it was difficult to find opponents in the world, but he didn't expect to meet a nobody in Shaolin Temple and actually injured himself, Tong Piaoyun has never been so eager for strength as he is at this moment.

"Dead monk, who reminded me of those things, who made you do this, you are really not afraid of death, ah." Yang Xuan, whose eyes were blood-red, roared angrily.

"The flesh is just a stinky skin, it seems that the donor did something that he regretted very much, how can he see through it if he doesn't face it." Sweeper

"You're so annoying." Yang Xuan roared angrily, and his whole body instantly withdrew the internal force to control his weight, and his body began to sink dozens of centimeters up and down to the ground.

Yang Xuan gathered his internal strength, used the Divine Palm, and desperately hit the sweeping monk, but the sweeping monk was surprised, he never expected that Yang Xuan's use of the exercises was very contrary to a strong Buddhist atmosphere.

After a few moves with Yang Xuan, he found that although Yang Xuan's internal strength was still in the acquired realm, and in essence, it was still a big step behind himself, but in terms of quantity, he found that it was as deep as a bottomless abyss and as turbulent as the sea.

The sweeping monk instantly changed his moves, from hard resistance to wandering around Yang Xuan.

Everyone watching around was stunned for a while, only to see that during the fight between the two of them, the surrounding ground was as if it had been bombed.

"Dead monk, it's very powerful, it's already in the innate realm, no wonder you can fight with me with all my strength, do you think this is all my strength? Then you are very wrong, dead monk, show your strength, otherwise you will really die. Yang Xuan roared irritably.

"Donor, Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing, where to stir up dust, your heart is disturbed." Sweeping monks.

"Hahahaha, although my internal strength realm is not as good as yours, but quantitative changes can cause qualitative changes, depending on the move." Yang Xuan said.

Although Yang Xuan has already been a little bit of a sign of madness, but there is still the only remaining reason, knowing that it is still close to the sweeping monk to gain the upper hand, in an instant Yang Xuan leaned forward, turned around with a single hand, pinched the palm of the sweeping monk and rotated for a while, but unfortunately the sweeping monk pulled his hand out, the sweeping monk, a floating body, it seems to be unremarkable, but it is a palm to block all the attacks in the world, and a retreat flashes to any pursuit in the world. The defensive position was tight and elegant, and then he stepped forward quickly and slapped Yang Xuan's forehead.

Yang Xuan directly blocked it with his hand, pressed his head, locked his hand, turned his waist, and directly knocked the sweeping monk to the ground.

The sweeping monk is worthy of being the ultimate boss of Tianlong, and the other hand quickly attacked Yang Xuan, and now Yang Xuan has the upper hand, directly resisting, and after that, he began to fight in close combat.

Yang Xuan just started to use grappling, at that time Li Shuwen taught Yang Xuan a little, mainly because the sweeping monk felt that hard fighting was not necessarily a sure win, so he fought against Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan's strategy was good, using the grappling to shorten the distance between the two, and after waiting for someone in his hand, he directly used the fiercest Baji Boxing to eliminate the belt, and all that could be used was used, elbow, knee.

With a "bump", after the sweeping student forcibly slapped Yang Xuan, he finally flashed out of the range of Yang Xuan's close combat, only to see the sweeping monk who was beaten into panda eyes, and the corners of his nose and mouth were also red, and a little blood dripped down his snow-white beard.