Night has fallen.

A large dark cloud covered the sky, and the sky and the earth were dark.

Xinhu looked sadly at the monk in the robe behind him, this was his junior brother, but now he stabbed himself with a dagger.

"Senior brother, don't blame me. ”

The monk kicked the happy lake, pulled out the white dagger, and shouted loudly in the night: "The heart lake is dead, do you want to be buried here with him? The Holy Sect Master's martial arts are the first in the world, and the future martial arts must be his world, and now he will surrender, what glory and wealth will he want in the future, why do you want to be a monk, and destroy with this decadent temple......

"Shut up!" Xinhuan, the first seat of the Luohan Hall, rushed forward angrily, "I love you, a villain, and I will kill the abbot by betraying in battle, and I will break your body into ten thousand pieces!"

Although he rushed up and fought with his pet, a considerable number of Shaolin monks had a different color on their faces at the moment.

This kind of thing is not shameful for most people, because people are afraid of death, but they are also shameful.

Sometimes, what they lack is just a lead.

Why can you laugh at 100 steps at 50 steps, that's the truth.

"Sect Master, the villain is willing to surrender, please don't kill him!" A white and pure young monk suddenly fell to his knees and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

was preempted, and many monks immediately hurriedly learned to look good, kneeling down and kowtowing, just like they usually kneel to the Buddha.

In fact, as long as some things are pierced, there is no difference between kneeling the Buddha and kneeling the devil.

"You ......" There are also unyielding monks, who saw the former senior brothers and even the master and uncle at this moment, and suddenly their faith collapsed, and they looked like crazy.

Yan Shi laughed there: "Okay, well, those who know the times are handsome, as long as they are willing to return to this seat, everything is easy to say." ”

"Thank you for the master's grace not to kill, old monk, no, the villain knows all the secrets of Shaolin, the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, the Hidden Treasure Pavilion, etc., as long as you need it, the villain will tell you, I only hope that your villain will ......be the master of the incense hall" An old monk ran to Yan Shi's side, nodded and bowed, his face full of flattery.

"Guts rats, poor monks will die with you!" Xin Huan and the others over there were filled with anger, looking at the many rebellious monks, their eyes were bursting with fire.

"Hahahaha, you bald donkeys, who usually claim to be righteous one by one, are now dumbfounded!" the Demon Cult laughed.

"Damn, it's all because of you!" Monk Xinhuan poured out his palm power angrily, desperate for everything, vowing to kill the pet in front of him.

At this moment, a palm power appeared behind him.

"Poof!" Xinhuan couldn't react, he was hit by the force of his palm, and immediately vomited blood and fell to the ground, turning around, but his face was full of surprise.

"Bai Xiaosheng, do you also want to surrender to the Demon Sect?"

"Wrong, the old man is the wisdom king of the four heavenly kings of the Holy Sect, and the Shaolin tragedy was planned by the old man at the beginning. Bai Xiaosheng laughed wildly, cooperated with his pet, and attacked Xinhuan, who was valued.

Xinhuan was naturally invincible, and soon died in the dark night.

The other remaining monks in Shaolin are surrounded by traitorous monks and demon sects at the moment, and it is difficult to support, and the rebellious monks are even more ruthless to these former fellow monks.

"My good brother, this last palm, let me send you on your way!" the heart pet roared, and the majestic palm was pressed down.

At this moment, a sword light pierced the dark night.

The knife is three inches and seven minutes long!

The palm of the heart pet froze, and blood splattered on the throat.

"It's a good little Li flying knife, Li Tanhua is Li Tanhua after all. Yan Shi applauded beside him, looking at a haggard figure who had just walked out of the depths of Shaolin, with fear.

The knife just now, even if it was him, didn't see it thoroughly.

Xiao Li flying knife is really unparalleled in the world.

Xin Huan, who had lived for the rest of his life, looked sideways at the middle-aged figure who was haggard and walked slowly, and said ashamedly: "Xiao Li Tanhua, it was my temple who blamed you before, thank you for your willingness to help." ”

"Master doesn't have to worry, the catastrophe of the Demon Sect will definitely swallow the entire martial arts, no one can escape from it, Li is just doing what he should do. ”

Li Xunhuan helped Xinhuan, his weather-beaten and vicissitudes of life on his face did not have the slightest sadness of experiencing grievances, only the grief of the many dead in the field, only the compassion for the rivers and lakes that were about to usher in the catastrophe, and only the firmness of wanting to carry the heavens with his own strength.

He may not have been perfect in his life, nor did he fail to do wrong things, but he was undoubtedly a truly great man.

Xinhuan realized it at this moment.

He shed tears and said tragically: "The demon calamity has arrived, and the only one in the world who can lead the heroes to resist this calamity is Li Tanhua." Please leave quickly, I will be up and down in Shaolin, and I will break the queen for you!"

After finishing speaking, he pushed Li Xunhuan away and rushed towards the Demon Sect with the remaining monks.

"Master!" Li Xunhuan shouted, and wanted to go up to help, but was blocked by a black-clothed figure.

"Li Tanhua, do you remember what this seat said to you last time?" Yan Shebing asked coldly.

Li Xunhuan silently took out a flying knife.

All eyes were on it.

At this moment, the sound of screaming came from a distance.

The remaining monks of Shaolin were defeated by the elite of the Demon Sect after all, and it didn't take long for them to die.

Li Xunhuan's hand holding the flying knife couldn't help but tremble.

Yan She's brows furrowed slightly: "Can't you bear it, in such a state, you can't make that fabulous knife." ”

Suddenly, the trembling hand stabilized.

Li Xunhuan looked at Yan Shi with resolute eyes: "Sect Master Yan, even if your martial arts are world-famous and your demonic power is monstrous, you can kill everyone and make everyone in the world fear you, but there will always be righteous people in this world, and there will always be people who will stand up against your atrocities, just like these sacrificial monks." No matter how long the night is, the light will always be on earth. ”

He looked up at the dark night, and his eyes shone brightly in the darkness, like the knife in his hand, representing love and hope.

This is the reason why his throwing knives are so successful.

"Huh. Yan Shi sneered.

He actually admires this kind of heroic character full of positive energy very much, but it's a pity that the other party is on the opposite side of him today.

Then ...... The Tao is different, not conspiring with each other!

The night was long.

Blood stained the thousand-year-old temple of Shaolin, and when the dawn of the next morning shone brightly, this sacred and clean place had become a hell on earth.

The young man is dressed in black, and the scimitar shakes hands, symbolizing eternal destruction.

The middle-aged man looked haggard, but with an unwavering will, he held a fabulous flying knife.

Two knives, one large and one small.

The people who confront each other do not say a word.

Everyone was holding their breath, and time and space seemed to freeze.

The murderous spirit of both sides has reached its peak.

Heaven and earth are filled with cold killing machines, every grass and tree has become terrifying, and the wind and rain are about to envelop the world.

Under the perception of Sizhao Divine Skill, Yan Shi only felt that there was no longer a person standing in front of him, and what he was holding in his hand was no longer a flying knife.

It was a light, a dawn that was destined to break through the night and bring light to the world.

"But I want to destroy this hope!" The scimitar is unsheathed, and the green edge is like a dai, reaping the lives of all spirits, symbolizing the root of destruction and representing the end of death.

Yan Shi was completely sure that he would be able to kill Li Xunhuan before he sent out that knife.

He is not Shangguan Jinhong, and he has no hobby of death.

He will not give the enemy any chance.

The curved blade slashed through the heavens and the earth, and the ghosts and gods changed color.

Li Xunhuan's fate seems to be doomed, although his flying knife is not in vain, but his martial arts are just average, in the face of this unpredictable knife, he did not send out the mythical knife that condenses the spirit, condenses the hope, and condenses the faith.

Life and death will be divided in an instant.