"Six-Vein Divine Sword ......"

Looking at the two of them who were slowly breaking the formation, Long Xuan still couldn't help but make a move.

He compressed the internal force of his body into one at once, and instantly unleashed six shocking finger-shaped sword qi.

This sword aura was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, directly piercing through one Shaolin disciple after another.

Under the sword qi like a raging storm, the Arhat Demon Suppression Array shattered, and the blood of the Shaolin disciples was sprinkled all over the ground.

"Could it be that our Shaolin Temple is going to be defeated?"

Thinking of the mighty Long Xuan, the entire Shaolin Temple was like being covered with ash, gloomy and not speaking.

"Those who provoke Shaolin die ......"

A dead word is earth-shattering, and five senior monks have walked out of the Shaolin Temple, needless to say that they are all people of the Xuanzi generation.

"Look, that's the first seat of the Prajna Hall."

Some Shaolin disciples endured the comers, and they were shocked.

"Our Shaolin Temple is saved, and we will definitely be able to defeat the heinous demon lord."

"My name is Xuanguang, proficient in Shaolin Temple stunts, and I am a strong Vajra palm."

"My name is Xuancheng, and I am proficient in the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, and I am proficient in subduing demons."

"My name is Xuanyu, and I am proficient in Shaolin seventy-two stunts, dragon claw hand."

"My name is Xuantian, and I am proficient in the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, and I am a strong King Kong finger."

"My name is Xuanzheng, I am proficient in Shaolin seventy-two stunts, and King Kong is not bad."

The five of them came together, and the aura that erupted was undoubtedly the best among the first-class powerhouses.

"Demon Lord Long Xuan, you provoked our Shaolin Temple, today we will eliminate the Demon Guardian Dao and protect the safety of the martial arts."

Xuan Zheng pretended to be compassionate, and looked very much like a virtuous monk.

"Shaolin's bald donkey just loves to talk big, Senior Long asked me to solve these miscellaneous fish!"

Gu Mozhi was very excited, he could finally use the pirated seventy-two stunts to comprehend the genuine version.

"Remember to tap your hand, don't kill it in one move, that's embarrassing."

Long Xuan looked calm, as if he was not worried about the defeat of Gu Mozhi at all.

Long Xuan was still very relieved about his combat strength, after all, that guy had carried Qiao Feng hard, and he would not be too weak.

"The little monk's martial arts are low, and he happened to practice the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, and today he will use it to teach Shaolin high moves."

Saying that, Gu Mozhi looked humble, as if he was a junior disciple.

"He is worthy of being the Demon Lord Long Xuan, and he doesn't even make drafts if he brags."

"Seventy-two stunts have not been practiced by anyone for hundreds of years, except for Patriarch Bodhidharma."

The Shaolin Temple looked disdainful up and down, and he didn't believe in the nonsense of Gu Mozhi at all.

"Xuanguang, I use the powerful Vajra palm to comprehend your high moves."

Gu Mozhi's body moved, and one hand secretly forced, aimed at the front, and made a shocking handprint.

"King Kong Mighty Palm ......"

Xuanguang also hurriedly made a handprint, but it was much smaller than that of Gu Mozhi.

"Boom ......"

Naturally, it was the big mudra of Gu Mozhi that defeated the relatively weak big mudra and slapped directly at Xuanguang.

"Puff ......"

Xuanguang looked disbelieving, he was beaten and fractured, and his mouth kept spitting blood.

"Presumptuous, dare to hurt my junior brother."

Xuan Cheng hurriedly used his special skill, he turned around, and the robe flew out, trying to wrap Gu Mozhi.

"The ...... of the Demon Suppression Skill"

The same is true of Harumachi, the red robe on his body flew out with a bang, and another person flew away.

"You're too weak, let's go up with the remaining three!"

Gumo is arrogant, and he wants to use the power of one person to fight against three high-ranking monks of the Xuanzi generation.

"Fanatics, you're going to pay the price." The three of them yelled and cursed.

They really joined forces this time, intending to surround Hatama and kill him.

"Dragonclaw Hand ......"

Xuan Yu was the first to strike, and the Dao dragon claw flew out of his hand, which was full of lethality, and it was the most suitable for attack among the seventy-two stunts.

Then followed Xuan Zheng closely, he practiced the Vajra Incorruptible Divine Skill, and his body was basically invincible.

The two of them frantically attacked Gu Mozhi, and in the rear, Xuantian kept using the powerful King Kong finger to sneak attack.

The three of them admired it seamlessly, and the Gu Mozhi who played was a little tiptoeing and couldn't show it.

Long Xuan couldn't stand it anymore, this guy didn't use his peerless flame knife, so he loved to pretend to be forced.

Obviously, the seventy-two stunts are piracy, and they have to fight to the end, so if they go on like this, they are not far from defeat.

"Gu Mozhi, deal with the garbage of Shaolin, you use the flame knife to solve it."

Long Xuan couldn't stand it anymore and reminded.

Hearing Long Xuan's words, he was a little ashamed, and his old face turned red.

I just said a big thing, but it turned out to be difficult to ride a tiger in a blink of an eye.

"Flame Knife ......"

This kind of knife qi was extremely terrifying, and it directly cut through the vajra finger force that was hitting him.

casually slashed out a red broadsword again, this time directly hitting Xuantian who was hiding behind the attack.

After using the flame knife, he immediately hung three people to fight with overwhelming results, almost hitting human sandbags.

"Boom!"

Xuan Zheng claimed to have practiced the Vajra Immortal Skill, but he was cut into two knots by the flame knife, and the blood was surging.

And the main attack, Xuan Qi, was also a desperate attack, and the terrifying dragon claw hand hit again and again.

It's a pity that it didn't have much effect, the huge flame knife true qi slashed everything, and the Xuan Xuan Xuan blood regressed.

Five high-ranking monks of the Xuanzi generation joined forces, and as a result, one died and four were injured, which shocked the world.

The name of Gu Mozhi will definitely spread all over the world in the future, after all, it is too terrifying to fight five Shaolin monks with one person.

"You really practiced the Shaolin Seventy-two stunts, I don't accept it......"

"Why, are all the things in our Shaolin Temple rubbish?"

The four of them are not angry, they just used Shaolin stunts together, and they were beaten equally.

And the other party used his own stunt to defeat the four of them immediately.

Doesn't everything show that Shaolin's stunts are vulnerable, and the four of them are spicy chickens.

"Spicy chicken is just a lot of nonsense......"

Long Xuan couldn't help it, so he directly took it in his hand and flew out a kind of sword qi of the six-vein divine sword.

Shaoshang's sword qi kept shooting, and the remaining four people were beaten into a sieve, with countless blood holes all over their bodies.

"Boom ......"

They trembled and staggered, and finally collapsed in a pool of blood.

"Donor, the world is so beautiful, but you are so irritable, it's not good."

An ordinary old monk held a broom in his hand, calmly sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard.

"Old monk, it's none of your business here, hurry up and go away and be careful to give your life."

Some of the heroes reminded that they call themselves heroes and heroes, so naturally they will not attack the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Name: Sweeping monk

Strength: late congenital stage

Martial Arts: Ominous

Introduction: Ominous

"This old man is a sweeping monk who has nothing to do, but I don't think his words are a little familiar."

Long Xuan thought about it again and again, but after all, he didn't remember where he heard that sentence.

"Old monk, let's go, we won't make a move on you."

"It's not for you as an old man to participate here, you will die, you will bleed to the ground."

Someone explained that they didn't want to get the blood of an old monk dirty.

"Is it interesting to call around, do you really want to destroy my Shaolin?"

The old monk's eyes were embarrassed and powerful, and his heroic spirit was compelling, not like the slow old man just now.

(End of chapter)