"Amitabha!"

Lichen chanted the Buddha's name, folded his hands, lowered his eyebrows slightly, and said calmly: "Lin Zhen Fu Envoy, this is Southern Shaolin." ”

"No one has trespassed in hundreds of years."

"Please forgive me for not being able to obey my fate."

As the words fell, a strong aura suddenly bloomed on his body.

There was a hint of unmistakable in Ping Tang's voice.

The surging coercion struck towards Lin Mang, and a majestic heaven and earth vitality gradually gathered around him.

The bells in the entire Shaolin Temple are ringing.

"When! While! ”

Although there is no military formation, Southern Shaolin has been rooted here for hundreds of years and has long been profound.

Hundreds of years of luck have gathered in the body of dust.

Shaolin is Shaolin after all, if Jinyiwei is allowed to break into the temple like this today, how will Shaolin gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future.

"Amitabha!"

Behind him, a group of monks chanted the Buddha's name, and took a step in unison, with a determined expression.

The monks of the Precept Hall glared even more angrily.

The majestic momentum is gradually rising.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

The air seemed to be filled with a layer of gunpowder, and it was on the verge of exploding.

Lichen's gentle face gradually became a little cold, and his tone was a little colder: "Lin Zhen Fu envoy, go back." ”

"Even if it's the East Factory, you can't break into my Shaolin!"

"Haha!" Lin Mang looked up to the sky and laughed, pointed his knife at the ground, and said coldly: "Dongchang? ”

"You talk to the official about the East Factory!"

"What kind of thing is the East Factory!"

"Dongchang also deserves to be compared with my Jinyiwei!"

Lin Mang's expression suddenly turned cold, and his whole body was like a thousand mountains rising from the ground, and he said coldly: "Under the whole world, it is not the king's land!" ”

"Today, this Shaolin official broke through!"

Before the words fell, Lin Mang drove Pixiu forward.

The majestic vitality of heaven and earth roared.

The terrifying sword qi was released above the blade, and a demon god phantom with evil aura around his body faintly appeared.

The tyrannical will spread.

Some of the monks of Shaolin Temple with low strength snorted heavily, their faces were red, and some of them had murderous intent and stared at Lin Mang coldly.

Lichen frowned slightly, and said coldly: "Envoy Lin Zhen, you actually practice such an evil demon outer path technique. ”

"Wake up!"

The dust whispered, the sound was like thunder, and the air exploded.

The whistling sound waves spread under the impetus of the true element.

It's like a morning bell and a dusk drum, shocking people's hearts!

The dust urged the Buddhist mantra with the roar of the lion of the Buddha, which broke the evil thoughts in everyone's hearts.

Lin Mang sneered unceremoniously and sneered: "It is said that the Buddhists pay attention to the purity of the six roots, and in the eyes of this official, they are just a group of famous and famous people. ”

"Amitabha!" Lichen recited a Buddha name lightly, looked at Lin Mang, with a vague coldness in his eyes, and said softly: "Lin Zhen Fu Envoy, you have fallen into the devil." ”

"Practicing this kind of exercise, if you feel sad, it's better to practice Buddhism in my Shaolin."

The tone was calm, as if he was telling a very ordinary thing, and he was more compassionate.

"Where is the temple Vajra!"

With a sound of dust, eight extremely terrifying momentum suddenly rose in the temple.

Immediately afterwards, I saw eight burly monks covered in gold paint and with a deep breath flashing out with sticks in their hands.

The moment it hit the ground, the rocks on the ground cracked like a spider's web.

The eight people fell to the ground like a 10,000-pound boulder, and the ground trembled slightly at that moment.

Beneath the bulging muscles, it seemed to be filled with explosive power, shaking the void.

The breath of the eight people is intertwined with each other, faintly converging into one, and the true yuan is flourishing all around.

There is a sound of qi and blood exploding in the body, like a dragon roaring filial piety.

Eight people scattered around, standing in different directions, faintly surrounding Lin Mang.

"Drink!"

"Drink!"

The eight of them shouted in unison, glaring angrily, and a fierce aura came to their faces.

Shaolin Temple King Kong is an outstanding disciple selected from each hall, they do not practice Buddhism, only practice martial arts, and are proficient in Shaolin stunts.

And these eight people are the grandmaster realm, which shows the heritage of Shaolin.

Ordinary Jianghu sects, grandmasters are only a few.

Lin Mang's eyes were blank for eight people, and without saying a word, he directly pulled out his knife and beheaded.

A cold voice burst the wind:

"Jinyi Wei obeys orders!"

"Kill!"

The last word fell, and Lin Mang had already broken into the formation of King Kong of the Protector Temple.

Slash it out!

Dozens of zhang long pure yang true fire surged out, as if tearing the heavens and the earth.

The tyrannical and brutal knife slashed directly at the dust, and the killing machine was awe-inspiring.

Lichen's face changed slightly.

He didn't expect this Jinyi Guard's envoy to make such a decisive move.

At this time, he really saw the strength of this person.

Grandmaster of the Six Realms!

Lichen's eyes were slightly gloomy, but he didn't expect that he had not been out of the temple for a long time, and such characters appeared on the rivers and lakes.

"Amitabha."

Lichen recited the Buddha's name softly, and said calmly: "Lin Zhenfu has entered the demon, put it into the demon suppression tower." ”

He sighed in his heart.

After all, he is not a Buddha, but also a worldly person.

Although he doesn't know much, he must be the one who will be avenged, and the grudge has been settled.

If you give this son a jiazi, I am afraid that it will be a great disaster in Shaolin, and it will be a disaster in martial arts.

It's not that now he will break his cultivation, seal it to the Demon Suppression Tower, and if the court sends someone to ask for it, it will be returned to them.

Although he was the envoy of Jinyiwei, Shaolin did not hurt his life.

With the prestige of Shaolin, it is a big deal to send monks to serve the imperial court for decades.

At the beginning, the Shaolin monks went out of the temple to fight against the Japanese, isn't that the case.

As long as people don't die, the face of the court will be passable.

If he dies, the court will inevitably take action, but a person who has been abolished is not worth the court's trouble.

Shaolin has been able to stand in the rivers and lakes for so long, and there are people in the court to support it.

A group of brocade guards waited for the day, holding their strengths, pulling the trigger, and the sound of the machine yellow turning sounded one after another.

In an instant, the sky was covered with arrows!

With a flick of the long sleeves of the dust, the true yuan surged, condensed into a long river, and swept the rain of arrows in the sky.

However, there are still some monks who have fallen in front of the mountain gate.

Soon, there was a miserable wail.

Lichen's face sank, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

Obviously, he didn't appear to be so unreckless.

After a rain of arrows, there were rows of brocade guards armed with firearms.

"Bang bang!"

The projectile shot out of the chamber of the gun and crashed into the crowd in front of the mountain gate with lightning speed.

Everyone's protective qi only resisted for a moment before it collapsed.

These special firearms are far more powerful than ordinary firearms.

The powerful power of the flame explosion swept through, directly shattering the bodies of dozens of monks.

Some of the monks were blown to the ground, wailing in pain.

Lichen Qing shouted: "All disciples, all go back." ”

Then he turned his head to look at the eight temple protectors King Kong, and urged: "Catch him quickly!" ”

Hundreds of brocade-clothed guards rode out, drew their swords and began to charge.

"Boom!"

is obviously just a hundred horses, but at this moment, it is deducing the trend of ten thousand people.

Faintly, a flying fish rose into the sky, exuding an awe-inspiring momentum.

Dust and finger together, and point out lightly.

"Peng!"

One of the brocade guards was struck by the Finger Force, and the Firmament Finger Force flew upside down from the horse's back with his body.

However, the companions around him did not hesitate at all, and still charged forward.

There is death and no life!

They die, and their descendants will enjoy ten times the treatment they were in front of.

The eight temple guards King Kong instantly killed with sticks, and the breath of the eight people was one, and at the same time they performed Shaolin 72 stunts, attacking from eight directions at the same time.

"Boom!"

The terrifying force shattered the air.

"Dang!"

Several iron rods intercepted and killed at the same time, colliding with the embroidered spring knife, and the true yuan was shocked.

"Retreat!"

The eight of them drank in unison, and the strength on their arms surged, surging out.

"Boom!"

With a bang, the Dao Mang True Yuan exploded at the same time, and the overflowing power spread for dozens of feet, and the rocks and ravines on the ground were vertical and horizontal.

Lin Mang flew backwards.

Almost instantly, the eight temple protectors attacked again.

The eight people cooperate tacitly, and they perform the same stunt, which is unparalleled.

Eight people threw a punch in unison - Mighty King Kong Fist!

One after another, the fist prints condensed in an instant, shrouding them like mountains.

Bursting the air!

Aeolus legs!

The legs are like thunder, and the legs are like the wind!

A violent hurricane rolled out of thin air around him, and Lin Mang was in the center of the hurricane, in front of him.

"Peng!"

The hurricane of sword qi collided with the fist prints, and the air resounded with bursts of bangs, like the humming of drums.

The fist prints are broken one after another!

The eight temple guards attacked again, and showed their marksmanship with the iron rod in their hands.

A little chill!

Guns come out like dragons!

Lin Mang's expression froze, and his face was cold.

Doppelganger!

In an instant, more than thirty illusory figures appeared one after another, and then killed towards the temple protector King Kong.

"Bang bang!"

The sharp stick technique shattered one phantom after another.

But one of the monks guarding the temple in front of him kicked his eyes, and a trace of horror welled up in his eyes.

A doppelganger shattered, but immediately after, another figure approached.

However, this time, when his long stick was a foot away, it was no longer possible to make an inch.

Congenital Gang Qi!

The gilded air swirled by, and suddenly burst out with an extremely terrifying and tyrannical anti-shock force, like a huge wave crashing.

"Kacha!"

The long stick in the hand of the monk guarding the temple was shattered one by one, and a blade of cold light flickered in front of him approached at great speed.

The icy blade cross-slice the iron rod, splitting it in two.

Seeing this, the rest of the warrior monks were shocked at the same time, and hurriedly besieged at the same time.

At the same time, the seven people waved the iron rod in their hands and attacked with the momentum of breaking the mountain.

The wind is blowing!

The iron rod rubbed against the air at high speed, igniting a violent flame.

The vitality of heaven and earth roared.

Lin Mang's face was full of ruthlessness, he didn't dodge or dodge, and the knife momentum suddenly skyrocketed by a few points.

The spirit reached a peak in an instant!

A trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the Shaolin warrior monk who was facing the blade, and he shouted violently, and a golden light surged around him.

Shaolin Waigong King Kong is not bad!

"Sting!"

Lin Mang slashed out with a knife, instantly tearing apart the true element of the body protector and breaking his external strength of the body protector.

The whole person was split in two in an instant!

Bloody rain!

At the same time, the long sticks of the remaining warrior monks fell one after another.

The barrier formed by the innate Gang Qi shook violently, rippling with ripples.

The ground under Lin Mang's feet sank three inches.

A wave of concussive air lifted his cloak.

At that moment, the innate qi was like a tumbling river, suddenly setting off stormy waves.

"Peng! Peng! Pemba! ”

The iron rods in the hands of the seven warrior monks were not only shattered by the shock, but the seven people were even shocked and flew out upside down, looking up to the sky and vomiting blood.

In an instant, a gilded knife tore through the sky.

Idealism, only the knife!

The vast sword light left a lake of light in the air, and there were many afterimages.

Icy chills are coming!

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The sound of flesh tearing is there!

Lin Mang's figure flickered, and the blood line in the air was clear.

The moment he landed, Lin Mang lifted his cloak, and blood dripped from the blade.

Blood is flying!

In an instant, the corpses were separated!

Quiet!

Seven mutilated bodies fell to the ground.

The monks who had sworn before were stunned, and their eyes stared straight at Lin Mang.

Guardian Vajra ......

That's Shaolin's Temple Protector King Kong, eight people working together, even the Six Realms Grandmaster is difficult to break the formation.

Lichen's eyes froze.

Lin Mang didn't give them time to be surprised, and almost at the moment of landing, the momentum around his body swayed, and a primordial god law appeared.

The vastness of a knife cracks!

Lichen's face changed slightly, and he stepped out, and there was also a Yuan Shen Law behind him.

The dazzling Arhat golden body greeted Lin Mang's Yuan Shen Dharma with one palm.

"Pixiu!"

Lin Mang snorted lightly.

Pixiu roared out of filial piety, and the full moon scimitar flew out of his mouth.

Catch the full moon scimitar with one hand, and then throw it with your hand.

"Hum~"

The Full Moon Scimitar flew out quickly along the trajectory of the Yuan Qi.

"Shaolin attacked and killed Jinyiwei, be punished!"

Before the words fell, the full moon scimitar had already come to a monk.

"Ahh

With a scream, the Shaolin Grandmaster's voice stopped abruptly.

The eerie full moon scimitar was fleeting, and a headless corpse fell to the ground.

Almost as soon as he fell, another monk fell to the ground wailing.

His entire body split in two, splattering large explodes of blood.

The crowd was completely discolored.

Lichen glared even more angrily, no longer calm as before, and roared angrily: "Lin Mang, are you trying to provoke my Shaolin's anger?" ”

The golden body of the Arhat behind him skyrocketed, like a small mountain, waving a huge fist and falling brutally.

Power rolls in like a big wave.

The power of heaven and earth fell with this punch, as if there was really a huge mountain of tens of thousands of catties falling.

"Boom!"

The entire mountain trembled, and the power of the mountain was mobilized.

The land shakes!

Lin Mang stood proudly, his black hair flying in the wind, and his cold eyes stared at the fist in front of him.

The primordial god law slashed down!

Giant Fist Shattered ......

The primordial god law collapsed inch by inch.

The terrifying blast collided and then spread wildly in all directions.

The air wave is sweeping!

Smoke, rubble, falling, churning up under the aftermath of the explosion.

Immediately after, another figure in the smoke and dust quickly killed with a knife.

The knife was pointed straight at the dust.

The monks were furious and roared angrily: "Stop! ”

"Host!"

An anxious shout resounded, and the monks were anxious to make a move.

But under the terrifying crushing force, they found themselves as if they were stuck in a quagmire, unable to move.

The dust boy shrank away.

The Yuan Shen Law collapsed, causing his heart to be hurt, and his face was already pale.

Seeing Lin Mang approaching, he instinctively slapped several palms one after another, and his face turned red.

Palm prints are broken one after another!

A sharp killing machine is coming.

The dust completely changed color, kept retreating, and his face was full of anxiety.

"Alas~"

At this moment, a soft sigh was heard out of thin air.

A simple long sigh actually caused a ripple in the air, and the air was washed layer upon layer.

"Stop."

But at the moment when the sigh sounded, Lin Mang's eyes were horizontal, and his body was full of evil energy.

Kill the immortals!

The embroidered spring knife is out of hand, as fast as lightning.

A knife in the air!

It was like a meteor falling from the sky, and a terrifying sword intent swept in all directions.

The surrounding weather seemed to be drained in an instant.

The knife flew by!

An old palm appeared in front of Chen, trying to grip the knife with his fingers.

But at the moment when his fingertips were about to touch the embroidered spring knife, the embroidered spring knife disappeared out of thin air.

Only a shadow is broken.

"Whew!"

Lichen lowered his head and looked at the embroidered spring knife that pierced his heart in amazement.

A broken heart was faintly visible at the bloody heart wound.

Lin Mang made a move, and the embroidered spring knife flew back, and he looked intently at the old figure walking slowly in the distance.

His whole body seemed to be dying in the twilight, and his whole body was full of deep twilight.

His face was covered with dark spots, and he walked slowly with his waist bowed, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

But this is such a person, the moment he walked, the majestic vitality around him took the initiative to gather around him.

Lin Mang's eyes condensed slightly.

Reaching out and slowly wiping away the blood stains on the knife, a pair of cold and indifferent eyes looked at the old monk who walked out.

"Since this official's knife is unsheathed, it must see blood!"