In ten breaths, the Arhat Array collapsed and collapsed, and the Shaolin monks were defeated, such a bleak ending made the heroes present feel unexpected, it is hard to imagine that the Arhat Array, which has been famous for hundreds of years, was so easily broken!

Legends fall, myths rise!

No matter what the victory or defeat is today, the Biluo God who broke the Arhat Array alone will become a martial arts myth that overrides the world. [with _ dream]ā

The reputation of Shaolin Temple for hundreds of years has been ruined in my hands, and I have no shame to face the ancestors of Shaolin Temple after death!

The martial arts cultivation was exhausted, and Xuan Ci, who was supported by others, was like ashes, and sighed in his heart, at this moment, he no longer had the heart to call on the heroes of the rivers and lakes to say something decent like supporting the righteous path and helping the common people.

The sheer strength had torn his will to pieces and ceased to exist, even if the righteous heroes worked together and swarmed up, could they really resist the Biluo God?

Regarding the answer to this question, after personally seeing the surging fierce sword qi, Xuan Ci already knew it in his heart, and there was no luck at the moment.

The Arhat formation was broken, and the righteous martial arts heroes couldn't help but look at each other, silent, not knowing what to say, on the other hand, the side of Biluo Tiandu was shaking the sky with joy, and the morale was like a rainbow.

Mo Qingge didn't listen to those words of flattery and flattery, but instead glanced at his "cheap father-in-law" Duan Zhengchun meaningfully, and when the latter was drenched in cold sweat and his scalp was numb, he quietly turned his gaze and swept the audience.

In addition to Qiao Feng's superb cultivation and can barely resist it, the rest of the "heroes"

When touching Mo Qingge's gaze, they all felt like they were falling into the ice and snow, their hands and feet were cold, their flesh and blood were stiff, and there was no room for resistance.

Mo Qingge shook his head excitedly, completely losing interest in these people who were famous and had no big skills.

"Today, I have seen the eighteen palms of the dragon and the Arhat array, but it is still fun, and the rest of the things will be handed over to you, except for the people of the king of Dali Zhennan, the rest of the people are life or death depends on how they choose!"

"Respect God's Decree!"

The vast majority of people under the command of Biluo Tiandu are subject to life and death talismans, so they obey Mo Qingge's orders, but after seeing the power of Mo Qingge's solo destruction of the Arhat array, he has long been convinced, and he does not dare to have the slightest disobedience.

As for Murong Fu, Ding Chunqiu and his ilk forcibly suppressed the resentment and hatred in their hearts, turned grief and anger into strength, held their swords and palms, and took the lead in killing among the righteous paths, and the rest of the people also followed, majestic and turbulent.

The situation of the righteous martial arts side is the opposite, after the Arhat array was broken, the original high-spirited momentum suddenly leaked like a flood, although there was a heart to resist, but the number of top masters was too different, the confrontation was only a moment, and the army was defeated like a mountain, even if Qiao Feng led the beggar gang to support it, it was still difficult to change the situation of the collapse of the army.

The strength of the weak is a foregone conclusion!

For a while, the roars, wails, begging for mercy, and the sonorous sound of the clashing of blades were all in one piece, resounding through the mountains and wilderness, and everywhere the eye could see, there was a fierce picture of swords and swords, and flesh and blood flying.

Every moment, someone fell in a pool of blood, the rich bloody breath rushed straight to Xiao Han, the birds and birds hovering and flying in the air were rushed by the fishy air, and they dispersed in an instant, obviously the sky was clear, and the sun was shining brightly.

Mo Qingge looked at all this coldly, such a tragic battle may have moved him in his previous life, but he definitely couldn't shake his current state of mind that was as steady as Mount Tai and as still as water.

Victory is only a matter of time, and it is time to complete the final purpose of Songshan Shaolin and his party.

As his mind turned, Mo Qingge raised his sleeves and reached out to his hand, grabbing the camera in the air, and the light yarn in front of the gilded sedan chair suddenly flew and fluttered, and a sheathed sword flew out from it and fell into Mo Qingge's palm.

The newspaper sword inlaid with beads and jade "choked" out of the sheath, and the sword qi of Senhan was like a clear spring flowing endlessly, and it was the autumn water sword that Mo Qingge obtained from outside the blessed land of Langhuan.

"If you want to go to a very powerful person, it's inconvenient for you to go with the bowl, this sword will be left for you to defend yourself, of course, if the bowl feels itchy and unbearable, you can also find someone to try the sword!"

Mo Qingge stuffed the Qiushui Sword into Mu Wanqing's hand, and at the same time kissed her delicate and plump red lips, and after tasting the fragrance, without waiting for Mu Wanqing to be lightly angry, he had already turned into a shadow, crossed the void for more than 20 zhang, and swept straight towards the Shaolin Temple.

Target: The Pavilion of the Scriptures!

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The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is located in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, located in a remote and quiet place, there is no Sanskrit sound of the scriptures around, and there are few monks coming and going, only a thin old monk in a green robe holds a broom, sweeping the bluestone steps in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Suddenly, the movement of the sweeping monk's hand stagnated slightly, and his arched back also quietly straightened, turned to the side, and looked at the uninvited guest in the courtyard.

Mo Qingge smiled lightly, and asked lightly: "There is nothing on the steps, what are you sweeping, master?"

"There is nothing on the steps, but there is dust in the heart, and the old man is obsessed with red dust, and he is also confused about the road ahead!"

Mo Qingge's eyes narrowed slightly, this sweeping monk's spiritual cultivation is very high, and he is only one step away from the true realm of the Yang God who is clear and insightful, and he is more than a step ahead.

The sweeping monk put the bamboo branch broom in the crook of his arm, saluted eleven times, and asked unhurriedly: "What is the donor looking for here?"

Mo Qingge's gaze swept over the sweeping monk, and landed on the door plaque engraved with the words "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion", and after a moment of silence, he said solemnly: "In order to find an opponent between the two and the middle, you can look all over the world, and you are the only one who can be the opponent under the master." ”

The sweeping monk lowered his eyebrows and sighed: "In this way, the donor led the crowd to invade Shaolin, in addition to wanting to unify the rivers and lakes, but also for the old monk?"

Mo Qingge nodded and said, "Exactly!"

The sweeping monk shook his head slowly but firmly, and said apologetically: "But the old man has long looked down on the success or failure of the victory, and he is destined to let the donor take advantage of the excitement and return with defeat." ”

When Mo Qingge heard this, his face did not show a little disappointment and frustration, and he smiled and said: "The master's realm is lofty, and the worldly success or failure has long been out of his mind. ”

"As the saying goes: the four monks are empty, but even if they attain the Bodhisattva and even the Buddha's fruition, they may not be able to do it, master, you have lived in Shaolin for a long time, and there is some incense between you and Shaolin, and you must not want to see this ancient Zen temple destroyed, right?"

"If the master is willing to give teaching, if he wins, the Shaolin Temple will be safe and sound, if the Shaolin Temple is gone, what will happen to the future of the Shaolin Temple, it all depends on the master, you will decide. ”

After the sweeping monk pondered for a while, he said with a smile: "If you are obsessed with success or failure, I am afraid that the old man can only play seven or eight out of ten in his cultivation, how can he be the opponent of the donor?

After speaking, the sweeping monk seemed to have an understanding, and immediately fell into a peaceful state without sorrow and joy, without victory and defeat, like a holy Buddha who is beyond the sea of worldly suffering.

Slowly raising his right hand, the formless and substantial qi spread and expanded, and the breeze flowing between heaven and earth froze for a moment, falling into a strange static state, only the leaves in the courtyard were windless and automatic, and the tips of the leaves were all pointing to the sweeping monk.

With the invisible qi machine as the bowstring and the leaves in the courtyard as the arrows, gathering momentum and condensing the killing machine, the cold and terrifying killing machine is attached to the leaves, penetrating through the darkness and nothingness, penetrating the depths of the soul, and continuously impacting the tenacious mind of the sweeping monk.

"The master is merciful, since he is unwilling to strike first, then it is better to work on his behalf!"

Mo Qingge's eyes flashed with a glittering divine light, and his raised right hand suddenly waved down, as if the Lord of Heaven and Earth who was sanctioning everything was issuing a heavenly order.

For a while, thousands of green rays broke through the sky, and the light marks and green shadows were staggered, dividing the entire void into fragments, like a big net that sealed the sky and locked the earth, cutting off the vitality of the sweeping monk.

In today's rivers and lakes, it is allowed to be called a master to hurt people with fallen leaves and flying flowers, and if such a scene is seen by the people in the rivers and lakes, they will be shocked and unable to help themselves, and they will be regarded as miracles.

The sweeping monk's eyes were lightly opened, his eyes were clear, his expression was restrained, and in the face of the punishment of "ten thousand arrows piercing the heart" that was about to be added to his body, he was not moved at all, and calmly raised the bamboo branch broom, and swept the air in the air, which was exactly the same as his usual behavior and action of sweeping the leaves with a broom.

Between heaven and earth, changes are sudden!

The still breeze flowed again, as if it was slowly surging towards the bamboo branch broom, where the wind passed, the green leaves that broke through the air suddenly stagnated, and then fluttered and fell weakly, the inner three layers, the outer three layers stacked on the ground.

The incomparable offensive was easily defused by the sweeping monk, Mo Qingge's expression remained unchanged, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a faint smile.

The leaves fall, the fire burns!

As soon as the green leaves landed, they withered, withered, and burned at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, the land within a radius of several zhang had become a hell of flames, and the blazing and terrifying high-temperature flames twisted and expanded, and then turned into eighteen lifelike hideous fire dragons, with a dragon roar like a substance, and opened their teeth and claws to bite and pounce on the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk ignored this and did not dodge or dodge, but when the fierce fire dragon approached the sweeping monk three feet around, it was blocked by an invisible wall of qi that was both rigid and soft.

The ripples in the air were agitated, the air waves surged, the heat flow that scorched the skin overflowed and spread, and the invisible wall of qi gradually melted and dissolved under the continuous burning of the flames.

"Such a terrifying and domineering pure yang true qi is really the only time I have seen it in my life, and today is an eye-opener!"

The sweeping monk's face showed a look of emotion, and after a light sigh, the shabby robe was full of swelling, hunting and flying, and the true qi of the whole body was like a heavenly river pouring down, scattering the flames and shaking away.

Seeing this, Mo Qingge was not surprised and rejoiced, if the knife was tried, the sweeping monk would not be able to support it, and it would be disappointing!