In Tallinn, the smell of blood is everywhere.

There are many people in the rivers and lakes, but no one is the opponent of Erha and Jiang Yuyan.

The heads of the major factions who could still entangle with Erha for a while before, when facing Jiang Yuyan at this moment, they couldn't even hold up a face.

Coupled with the fact that everyone was fleeing in all directions, no one dared to fight these two people head-on.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Just when Erha Killing was on the rise, a low Buddha horn sounded.

Erha didn't hesitate to turn around and throw a punch, and the punch was full of energy.

But he didn't want to, the old monk who was trembling slightly when he walked, just raised the broom in his hand and blocked Erha's fist.

Jiang Yuyan on the side also noticed the movement here, and her figure swept over.

The palms went straight to the old monk's heart.

And the old monk who walked straight towards the Shaolin monks didn't care.

Before Jiang Yuyan came to her body with both palms, she suddenly discovered that the old monk's body actually condensed a wall of qi several feet thick.

is as strong as Jiang Yuyan, but she can't be shaken.

Especially under Jiang Yuyan's internal strength to transfer the flower graft, not only did she not absorb the slightest internal breath, but a pure energy rushed into the big points around Jiang Yuyan's body.

Fortunately, this old monk didn't make a dead move, otherwise Jiang Yuyan, who had just recovered, would probably be abolished this time!

"Donor, Buddhism is a pure place, please be merciful to the donor's subordinates!"

The old monk came to Zhao Yu, put down the broom in his hand, and then slowly folded his hands and said to Zhao Yu.

"A place of purity?"

Zhao Yu sneered, pointed to Jiang Yuyan not far away, and said: "When the major martial arts factions arrived at the Shaolin Temple and embarrassed a little girl, why didn't you stand up and say that this is a pure place?!" ”

Zhao Yu's words were righteous.

But in the ears of those people who fled for their lives, the smell changed.

Little girl?!

Is that an ordinary little girl?

If it weren't for the fact that they really couldn't beat Zhao Yu and his party, they would all want to rush up and bite this bastard who doesn't have a backache when he stands and talks!

"Amitabha, everything has a cause and must have an effect, donor, please be compassionate!"

The old monk was not annoyed, but said lightly.

"That's a good thing!"

Zhao Yu smiled and nodded.

But this smile is a little crazy in the eyes of everyone.

"However, those who kill people will always kill them, this Taoist ideal must be an old monk, you also know that this town is too lazy to talk nonsense! Do it!! ”

As soon as Zhao Yu raised his hand, the inscription condensed by the inner strength of his body flashed again, and he took two steps towards the old monk without taking a victory.

Come to the sweeper within three steps!

When Zhao Yu's words fell, Erha took out an object from his arms and threw it into the air.

An arrow pierced the sky, and everyone's hearts were cold.

The old monk took another step forward slightly, put his hands together, and the energy instantly came out of his body and condensed outside his body.

The golden bell jar is one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin.

Zhao Yuhui, this old monk will naturally be.

It's just that from the perspective of momentum, Zhao Yu's realm is obviously more than one level higher than that of the sweeping monk.

Da, da, da......

Just as the two of them stepped forward at the same time, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves on the outskirts of Tallinn.

Everyone subconsciously looked back, only to see more than 20 people riding horses, each with long knives out of their sheaths, and each rider carried several bloody heads.

Some acquaintances recognized at a glance that the heads in the hands of these people were the same people who had fled before!

Monsoon took the lead and threw a bloody human head in his hand on the high platform.

The head rolled to the ground and reached Zhang Jing's feet.

Seeing the dead head at that moment, Zhang Jing's eyes widened instantly.

This person is the personal servant he sent to the bottom of the mountain to mobilize the guards.

He said why it has been so long, the guards under the mountain have not come up the mountain, and the people who were originally sent out have already been beheaded by the wrestlers of the prison headquarters who were guarding outside the temple!

"Kill, don't leave a single one!!"

Seeing that the wrestlers from the headquarters of the superintendent had entered the temple, Zhao Yu, who confronted the sweeping monk, shouted directly.

The men and horses of the headquarters of the superintendent, led by Jin Yichuan and Lu Jianxing, were the twelve cultivators with the highest cultivation, swept out of their horses and scattered around Tallinn.

The rest, led by the monsoon, rushed into the crowd.

Fang ...... Brother Abbot, this ......"

Xuan Nan looked at the people who were killing, panicked, and hurriedly looked at Xuan Ci on the side.

However, the tone of inquiry was somewhat awkward.

Abbot Xuanci looked at the old monk who was confronting Zhao Yu.

In the entire Shaolin Temple, only he, the abbot, knows the strength of the old monk in front of him.

If even the sweeping monks were not Zhao Yu's opponents, whether they made a move or not, it would be meaningless at all.

To Zhao Yu, the old monk, only then did he understand that what Zhang Sanfeng said before was true.

Although this old monk's absolute skills are not as good as his, his internal strength seems to be endless.

And this old monk looks old, but there is endless vitality in his inner breath.

Yi Jin Jing?

The first thing that Zhao Yu thought of was this internal strength treasure book of Shaolin Temple.

But even if it is the Yijin Sutra, the internal breath cannot be as endless as the old monk in front of him!

The internal strength of this old monk is several times stronger than today's Zhao Yu!

But this is obviously impossible!

You must know that Zhao Yu's internal breath is that he has absorbed many masters of the product, and when he was unconscious, he was crossed into a massive amount of internal breath by Jiang Yuyan.

In addition, the Divine Light Sutra that he practiced by himself is a first-class divine skill book, and with such an internal cultivation, he can throw out Zhu and ignore several streets.

But even so, the internal strength in the old monk's body in front of him still made Zhao Yu ashamed!

"Donor, please be merciful to your subordinates......"

Zhao Yu noticed the gap between the two, and the old monk naturally noticed it.

However, in the face of Zhao Yu, the old monk was also frightened.

His golden bell jar has actually broken through thirteen doors!

Throughout the ages, except for the Bodhidharma Patriarch, no one has been able to reach such a state.

Even the peerless exercises he had inadvertently comprehended from the Wooden Man Alley could not support him to reach this realm!!

It's just that he has the support of internal breath, and it is not impossible for him to win against Zhao Yu.

"Hehe, do you know why they don't attack the Shaolin monks?"

Against others, distraction is the most taboo.

But the old and the young in front of me are good, and they are chatting with each other while competing for their internal strength......

"Wu is a real person, Zhang Sanfeng?"

The old monk pushed his hands forward slightly, looked at Zhao Yu and asked.

Zhang Lao Dao entered Shaolin and concealed it from all the senior monks in Shaolin, but he was the only old monk who could not hide it.

"Stop it, that woman is too heavily contaminated with sin, and she will mess up her monstrous luck......"

The old monk took another step forward and whispered to Zhao Yu.

Hearing this, Zhao Yu frowned slightly and turned his head to look at Jiang Yuyan.

Burst!

At this time, the old monk took the lead in retreating and taking a step back despite his own injury.