He is tall, a big iron tower of more than 1.9 meters, cold and thin like firewood, like a lion approaching a sheep, so that everyone can't help but sweat for the old Zen master.

"Master Xuanzhan, we are willing to offer the relics, after all, we are all the same sect of Buddhism. But the supreme Zen master is the patriarch of my Shenlong Temple, this is not a false thing, why do you force people too much? ”

Han bitter helplessly.

Xuan Zhan turned his head to look at Xuankong, who nodded slightly. Xuan Zhan's face was fierce and aggressive: "The relics are incarnated by the patriarch of my Nanlin Temple, the old thief bald, do you accept it or not!" ”

Xuankong has always paid attention to a righteous word, even if it is just a sentence, if it is not satisfied, Nanlin Temple will be suspected of giving up.

Moreover, Xuankong also deliberately suppressed the power of the Shenlong Temple, so how could he easily let go of the cold and suffering.

"In this case, the poor monks can only fight to the death." Han Kuan's expression was solemn, and he sighed helplessly.

"Okay, then I'll fulfill you."

Xuankong wanted exactly this sentence, without any false moves, his hands flipped over, and the dragon snatching hand buckled towards Han Ku.

Master Hanku is also a grandmaster-level master, although he is old and weak, and he has reached the age of dying, he still has the strength to fight.

Suddenly, the two grandmaster warrior monks were entangled together, and the monks' robes were one after another, and the shouts were endless.

Everywhere you go, like a violent wind sweeping the border, the sand and rocks flying on the tidal flats are not magnificent.

"Hey, hey!"

"Old thing, I still have some skills, but it's a pity that I'm too old and riddled with old diseases, so how can I be my opponent."

"Great Compassion!"

Xuan Zhan volleyed in the air, slapped a palm, and a Buddha palm like a fight was mixed with the compassion of Buddhism, firmly locking the cold and suffering.

Worst!

Seeing that he was fighting more and more fiercely, his strength rose sharply, and he was afraid that he would have no less than 30,000 catties of strength.

And he fought fiercely, with an old illness, chest tightness and phlegm, and at this moment he was covered by the strength of his palm, and the air in his throat seemed to be completely deprived, where to breathe.

"Bang!"

Master Han Bitter tried his best to touch each other!

Rumble!

The unrivaled palm strength, such as Wei Tuo's personal arrival, how can it be stopped!

The cold and bitterness are like a kite with a broken string, bombarded by the gangqi and flying away.

Xuan Zhan did not forgive, volleyed in the air, flew and chased, grabbed the hammer with both hands, and smashed down horizontally in the air.

"I'm dying!"

Seeing the fist falling, where can he hide, he can't help but despair.

The crowd of spectators was also frightened, covering their eyes and not being able to bear to look directly, and at the same time they also sighed that Nanlin Temple was too vicious, asking for holy relics, and killing people, which was clearly to kill chickens and monkeys and show everyone what they wanted.

"Whoosh!"

Just when he was in despair, a strong wind broke through the air and struck his fist with precision.

Yes!

Xuan Zhan only felt that the cold attacked his heart, his hand bones were in severe pain, he screamed miserably, and flew back.

The cold fell to the ground, and he hurriedly helped the warrior monk of Shenlong Temple to escape the catastrophe.

"Who, who is secretly playing the black hand, standing up and fighting the Sprinkle family!"

Xuan Zhan shouted.

Xuankong stood up, lowered his head and picked up a stone, frowned, and said secretly: "I broke my junior brother's Xuangong with a stone, so deep internal strength." ”

"Is that him?"

He looked at Zhang Zhengxuan.

"Impossible, his internal strength is only thirty percent at most, and it is not as good as cold and bitter, it is impossible to repel the master of Sanxuan War with one blow."

Zhang Zhengxuan said.

"Who's coming, show up quickly!"

"Amitabha!"

Xuankong was full of energy, the lion roar of Buddhism shook the valley, wave after wave, and the cultivation was slightly lower than the blood that was shocked, and the mouth and nose were bleeding, which shows that the abbot master of the first sect in the world has strong magical powers.

"The scum of Buddhism, the will of heaven should die!"

"Haha!"

Secretly, the man laughed wildly, the laughter intersected with the Buddha's name, intertwined with each other, and did not retreat, but he pitied the onlookers, mixed in the two strong supernatural powers, as if in a stormy wave, so not painful.

"Warrior Monks, array!"

Xuankong only felt that his heart was bored, and he actually suffered a secret loss, knowing that the person who came was not simple, his expression was shocked, and he shouted violently.

"Broken bricks and tiles, watch me break you!"

But seeing a fierce and ugly man suddenly appeared, his figure was even more burly than Xuan Zhan, like a giant spirit god descending to earth, holding an 800-pound iron stick, people were like a whirlwind involved in the big array, waving the stick like electricity, the power was infinite, the stick was sharp, and it was open and closed!

Everywhere he went, the ground sank into Shayang, and those who touched it were all killed on the spot.

Everyone saw that his divine power was amazing, roaring like thunder, and his head shot with an iron stick like hemp, and it was clear that he was the evil god of hell in the world, and they were all terrified.

"W, where did this madman come from?"

Xuankong was also frightened, opened his hand to put on the canopy, looked at it by the moonlight, and asked in surprise.

"I am the black third under the command of the Marquis of Qin, and the one who stands in my way will die!"

The fierce man took the lead, and he actually killed a bloody path among many warrior monks, but after a few ups and downs, he had already killed in the field.

"Haha!"

"What Nanlin Temple, it's just a bunch of shameless villains!"

Hei San raised the Dharma stick and threw it on the ground, like a heavenly gate god laughing loudly.

"Abbot, it's Zhai Gaosheng's Dharma stick, this kid is really Qin Hou's person." Xuan Jing was on the side, pointing to the iron stick, and said angrily.

"I didn't expect Qin Hou to have such a godman under him, Senior Brother Xuan Zhan, do you dare to fight?"

Xuankong asked in surprise.

Xuan Zhan's face was also bloodless at this time, and when he saw that Hei San was fierce and ugly, he was afraid, gritted his teeth and said: "Senior Brother Abbot, I just lost my strength, besides, didn't you say that you want me to save my strength and kill Qin Hou with one blow?" ”

Xuankong pondered for a while, and he also felt reasonable.

He was also in difficulty, and he secretly pondered in his heart: "Qin Hou's cultivation is completely lost, if I send Xuanzhan Senior Brother to kill him with one blow, wouldn't it set me off even more profound." But if one of us loses to this ugly man, the prestige of Nanlin Temple will undoubtedly be greatly damaged, no, this is a trick of the Marquis of Qin, and we can't fight it. ”

After making up his mind, Xuankong shouted loudly: "Fierce man, did the Marquis of Qin dare not go to war, so he sent you here to die?" ”

Hei San laughed: "Bald donkey, Qin Hou will destroy you, just a snap of your fingers!" ”

"Welcome to Qin Hou!"

Hei San was full of divine power and looked up to the sky and shouted.

This loud shout resounded through the sky, as if it was about to tear the sky, and even the bright moon in the sky was also shocked, shining brightly.

Moo!

But I heard the neighing of war horses.

A horse with a whip and a prancing horse, a man and a horse, stepping on the moon.

The whole body of the war horse is like snow, up to a zhang xu, the hooves and eyes are on fire, and between the neighing, the cold air becomes a fog, as if coming from the netherworld.

The young man stood proudly on the top, his white clothes were like snow, his cloak rose in the wind, his eyes were like a sword, and he looked at the sky proudly, like the emperor of heaven descending to earth, and he could not live forever.

Originally, the dignitaries of the martial arts world who still had the heart to defect and support Xuankong were seized by the momentum of the heavens and men, and they knelt down one after another and worshiped sincerely.

"Who?"

"Who's that?"

Xuankong was covered with Buddha light treasures, compared with the young man, he was suddenly overshadowed, and pointed at the young man and asked jealously.

"He's a Qin thief!" Zhang Zhengxuan knew it, gritted his teeth, and shouted with his fist.

However, his voice was quickly drowned out by the overwhelming sound of kneeling!

PS: Some friends reacted that Qin Hou's strength is not strong enough, here I set it like this, too strong to blindly kill in seconds, the story will dry up, my ideal Qin Hou is a combination of the wise and the strong, the strength is not enough, the wisdom is determined, try to make him flesh and blood, after all, he is reborn and rebuilt to zero, and more importantly, the ups and downs of life, happiness and enmity can be consummated.

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