Seeing Chen Zhuo shoot four arrows from afar, locking the enemy with killing intent, Gu Mozhi was shocked and couldn't help but be afraid for a while, and he still had palpitations.

This kind of means is no longer a simple fist and foot kung fu, the true qi of the inner family can be described, he now has learned "Sad Little Arrow", naturally knows that this is killing people with spiritual thoughts, the stronger the divine thoughts, the stronger the arrows, strong to the extreme, not to mention ten zhang and a hundred zhang, that is, the arrow shoots a hundred miles and thousands of miles, killing people in the shadowless.

Imagine how amazing it is for a person who is thousands of miles away to suddenly release an arrow to himself, and the arrow will be hit.

Gu Mozhi was also secretly lucky in his heart, fortunately, he didn't act too offensively when he kidnapped Chen Zhuo in Gusu, otherwise he would have died a long time ago.

After all, who would have thought that such a teenager would be one of the most terrifying peaks in the world.

Kuma Zhichi asked: "One arrow?" ”

When the arrow was far away, Chen Zhuo put down his left hand, and the bow in his hand scattered into a splash and flowed away from his fingers.

"How can it," he slowly retracted his gaze, his tone changed, and he thought for a moment, "I sent these four arrows to test the opponent's confidence before the weather was successful, in other words, I am not sure that I will be killed with one blow; Although the momentum of this man's rise is only six points, I see that this person will be unstoppable in the future. ”

He frowned slightly, looked at several other battle circles, thought for a while, and said, "I don't care about those few...... Take the three of them with you, let's go to Shaolin, if you're lucky, maybe you can make two moves with this Nan Murong. ”

It was not easy for Gu Mozhi to escape, and when he heard the words, he wanted to refuse, but soon he seemed to think of something, and swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

He raised his hand to investigate, and the brocade-clothed boy who was protecting his second daughter looked tense when he saw this.

"Great monk, I warn you, don't come, don't come!"

That Duan Gongzi Xu is simple-minded, rarely experienced in the rivers and lakes, his face is pale, and he shouts with insufficient confidence, and he does not forget to remind him.

As he spoke, the man crossed his tail finger and handed it to Gu Mozhi in the air, pointing out from afar.

"Whew!"

I didn't want this finger to burst out from the fingertips with a wisp of fierce sword qi.

Gu Mozhi probed halfway, his pupils trembled, he retracted as if he had been bitten by a snake, turned over and dodged, and said in annoyance: "Six-vein divine sword!" ”

Duan Gongzi saw that this set of swordsmanship had finally been used, and his face suddenly showed joy, and he looked at Gu Mozhi, who was full of surprise, and pointed again, but this time there was no change.

"Oh, why is it not working at a critical time," he cocked his tail finger in his right hand, kept pointing at Gu Mozhi, and then changed his index finger, sweating profusely in a hurry, "Shangyang Sword!" Shangyang Sword! Less rushing swords! ”

Gu Mozhi subconsciously wanted to dodge, but after waiting for a while, he didn't see the sword qi attacking, and then he saw that Duan Gongzi kept changing his ten fingers, his face turned dark, and he grabbed it with his big hand, and he had already taken the other party to his armpit, and then took it with both hands, grabbed the shoulders of the second daughter and hurriedly chased towards Chen Zhuo, who was far away.

Twilight is getting darker.

The snow has stopped, but the wind has not.

The north wind is cold, and in the Shaolin Temple, there is a dead silence, and the flames are swaying in the wind, reflecting the dilapidated outline of this thousand-year-old temple.

Different from the incense in the past, in just one day's effort, this treasure temple, which is regarded as a holy place of martial arts by people in the martial arts, is now a mess, reduced to scorched earth, and filled with a smell of blood that cannot be blown away.

A figure came from the Shaomur Mountain in the sky, like a goshawk swooping down, seemingly moving like electricity, but falling to the ground like a clear wind and clouds, Shi Shiran fell in front of the temple.

The mountain gate was wide open, and from the mountain path up the mountain, there were corpses lying all over the way, scattered with many bloody blades; There were also different people who died, including beggars, rich men, woodcutter women, old and beautiful women.

Someone seemed to die suddenly, caught off guard against the creation of a man's plot, holding the knife in the sheath, and before he could pull it out, he was killed, staring at a pair of big eyes; some were poisoned and died; There are also people who die with hidden weapons, full of holes, and they also die blindly; Some people die together, and they are entangled when they die.

Looking up again, I looked at the stumps and severed arms all over the ground, and the stomach and intestines were scattered, which was unbearable, and it was like being in Shura purgatory in a trance.

"Amitabha, what a catastrophe!"

Gu Mozhi strode to catch up with the meteor, Rao is he is used to seeing life and death, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but be silent, and silently recited the scriptures in his mouth.

"Ahh

The three of Azhu on the side were still struggling, but when they saw it clearly, they were stunned on the spot. Although they knew that the rivers and lakes were dangerous, it was the first time they had seen such a terrifying scene as in front of them, and they all had no faces, and they all vomited and had a lot of tears and snot when they reacted.

Chen Zhuo stood on the mountain steps, looking at the corpse on the ground, his expression was the same as before, his eyes swept around, and he fell straight to a fallen corpse outside the mountain gate.

The death of this corpse is very strange, it is a monk, the skeleton is very large, it is clearly a master of foreign kung fu, but the whole person is the same as skin and bones, there is no essence in the body, living like a skeleton, and there are five finger prints on the face bones, almost crushed, extremely terrifying.

Gu Mozhi took advantage of the situation to look at the sudden change of expression, hurried to the front, carefully examined, and then said with an ugly face: "This is a protector of Tantra, the cultivation is not the Central Plains martial arts in the eight veins of the strange scriptures, but from Tianzhu's 'three veins and seven wheels', for the foreign masters, it is rumored that the dragon can be captured and thrown elephants, the strength is not human, for many years has been secretly protecting the safety of the king of Tubo, I didn't expect to come to the Central Plains." ”

Chen Zhuo's eyes were deflected, he looked at the Shaolin Temple, and said slowly: "He should have already gone in, but when he went out, he met that person; Looking at his right hand, his five fingers were buckled inward, and he saw blood on his fingers, he should have performed a ruthless claw skill, attacking the chest and abdomen, and he succeeded in one move, but life and death were also at this moment. ”

Gu Mozhi was a little puzzled, even if he had the upper hand, how could he be killed by someone with one move.

Chen Zhuo seemed to understand what he was thinking, his eyes were bright, his eyes were red, and he squinted and said: "Because the other party didn't parry at all, and it was deliberately exposed, it was a fatal injury to others, but in the eyes of the other party, it was insignificant, it seems that this person has gained a lot of ability." ”

Gu Mozhi was shocked, what else could he do, he instantly thought of Wu Yazi's terrifying recovery power, the wound healed in an instant, he couldn't hurt, he couldn't kill, he couldn't die.

Chen Zhuo was not surprised, since this person took the essence of others for his own use, the ability of the physical body was bound to be extraordinary.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a woman's scream rang out in the Shaolin Temple.

"There are living people!"

Hearing this, Chen Zhuo moved, raised his foot, and flashed into Shaolin.

But it's okay not to come in, but once you come in, the scene in the temple is even more tragic and terrifying than outside.

Rivers of blood flowed and corpses were everywhere.

In the firelight was an endless stream of blood.

Chen Zhuo looked along the way, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, most of these corpses were like the corpse outside the mountain gate, with no essence, but there were also many external injuries on his body, it seemed that he should be injured first, and then he was poisoned.

Hurried all the way, and when he stopped, he was already outside a meditation room.

On the snow lay on the ground a woman with a cloak and a bloody face, her clothes were disheveled, and when she saw someone coming, she immediately saw a savior, and she hurriedly got up.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the meditation room behind the woman, the wooden door was half-hidden, and there was a male corpse lying in the room, and the dead appearance was also without energy, like dry bones.

He looked strange and said, "Who are you?" ”

With tears in her eyes, the woman wiped the blood on her face, revealing Zhang Jiao's beautiful face, and sobbed: "Little woman Kang Min! ”

(End of chapter)