The warrior monks stacked arhats one after another.

And it was folded into a human figure.

Lin Pingzhi looked at the humanoid "King Kong" in front of him, and there was sarcasm in his eyes.

Do you think you're good-looking?

Vajra?

The monkeys are pretty much the same!

Lin Pingzhi is a little at his feet.

Rush straight towards the warrior monks at the bottom.

Destroy your foundations, and see if you still stack Arhats!

Lin Ping sneered in his heart.

"Chopping wood knife method!"

With a horizontal slash.

The warrior monk's Vajra array is like a big tree facing Lin Pingzhi's felling.

Just when Lin Pingzhi was about to cut it.

The warrior monks moved!

"Demon slayer!"

With a loud roar.

More than a dozen warrior monks on both sides came towards Lin Ping's work.

The condescending attack made Lin Ping overwhelmed for a while.

"Bang!"

A warrior monk's stick and pestle on Lin Pingzhi's chest.

The true qi of the Northern Darkness was broken.

Lin Pingzhi staggered back a few steps.

He patted his clothes gently.

The places on it that were hit by the stick were all recessed.

When the warrior monks saw the meritorious service of the Vajra Array, they immediately attacked Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi stepped a little under his feet, and directly exploded back several meters.

Looking at the cumbersome King Kong Array, Lin Pingzhi felt that it was not rational to fight directly.

In that case, let's play with ranged attacks.

"Humph!"

With Lin Pingzhi snorting coldly.

He pointed out again and again.

The six-vein divine sword kept shooting out.

Although the Vajra Circle can move, it also has a powerful attack.

But after all, it is composed of multiple people, and it is not easy to dodge.

Hold on for a few breaths of time.

There were more than a dozen warrior monks who died under Lin Pingzhi's six-vein divine sword.

They all have a hole in their heads.

"Scatter!"

Under a loud shout.

The warrior monks scattered.

The King Kong Array is broken!

"You are from the Duan clan of Dali!"

A warrior monk asked.

He regarded Lin Pingzhi's six-vein divine sword as a yang finger.

And Yiyang refers to the stunt of Dali Duan's family.

The six-vein divine sword is even more secret.

So it's normal for them to be a yang finger.

However, Lin Pingzhi did not answer them.

Take advantage of the dispersal of the Vajra array.

Lin Pingzhi stepped on the dark night incense under his feet and swept directly into the warrior monks.

"Ahh

"No!"

"You!"

“......”

All kinds of screams, ups and downs.

Most of the corpses of the warrior monks are incomplete.

The Cold Moon Ghost Knife is too sharp.

It is easy to cut off human bones.

Some warrior monks who have practiced horizontal martial arts are better.

However, their bodies were directly shattered by Lin Pingzhi's internal organs.

In this regard, Lin Pingzhi did not feel cruel.

People are responsible for their actions.

Shaolin Temple, too!

The fight lasted nearly a quarter of an hour.

Standing.

Only Lin Ping was left.

One hundred and eighty Shaolin Temple warrior monks, except for a few who practiced some special martial arts and did not die directly, the rest all died under Lin Pingzhi's Cold Moon Ghost Knife.

Those who died outright.

There is no salvation left.

The internal organs were all crushed by Lin Pingzhi with internal force.

How do you live?

Lin Pingzhi stood in the crowd of corpses, as if a blood demon had been born.

There were pools of blood under his feet and blood stains on his body.

Even the three-word sign of Putian Town above his head was splashed with blood.

The townspeople of Putian Town had already heard the movement.

But they didn't dare to go out and see.

Having just survived from the hands of the Wakos, they want to live a little longer.

The ninjas looked at Lin Pingzhi stupidly.

All this is too unbelievable in their eyes.

One man killed one hundred and eighty people.

And this man is still so young.

in their cognition.

Even their merry streamer, Liu Sheng Mingyue, couldn't do this.

One person against one hundred and eighty people, and martial arts are not weak.

If you don't get killed by one hundred and eighty people, you will die of exhaustion and exhaustion!

Lin Pingzhi naturally didn't know what these ninjas were thinking.

If he knew, he would have laughed.

There is no internal strength in Fuso.

Dare to think of a dozen hundred and eighteen?

When Lin Pingzhi killed these one hundred and eighty warrior monks, his internal strength was almost insufficient several times.

Fortunately, there is the Northern Spiritual Skill, which absorbs the internal force in time.

While increasing the total amount of his internal force, it also increased his new internal force.

It is enough to drag several great divine skills into his body to derive new internal forces.

However, Lin Pingzhi was also hit several times in the melee.

Fortunately, there is the Northern Darkness True Qi Protector.

He didn't suffer any internal injuries.

It's just that the place where I was hit with a stick is a little bruised.

Carrying the Cold Moon Ghost Knife, Lin Pingzhi slowly walked to the ninjas' side.

There aren't many ninjas.

There were only fifty or so.

However, the pedantic Shaolin Temple, in order to protect the more than 50 Japanese who harmed the Han people, 180 people died.

I believe that Xuan Nan must be very angry when he knows, right?

Thinking of Xuan Nan's angry appearance, Lin Ping's heart was secretly refreshed.

He didn't say a word.

Slash directly at the head of a ninja.

Head, landing.

Blood gushed out.

The ninjas beside him were splattered with blood on their faces.

"Tonic, tonic stupid!"

Some ninjas began to beg for mercy in broken Chinese.

Lin Pingzhi's face was cold, looking at them with blood-red eyes, his lips moving slightly.

"Whoever offends me Huaxia, die!"

As soon as the dead word came out.

In Lin Pingzhi's hand, the Cold Moon Ghost Knife launched a boundless killing!

When he brought the knife to the scabbard behind his back.

All the ninjas, all the heads fell to the ground.

Get out of the sticky pool of blood on the ground.

Clothing with the Innocent property begins to automatically remove blood from the body.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the side quest: kill all the people the host wants to kill in Putian Town, and get the reward: Eight Golden Lock Knife. ”

"Ding, host 'Lin Pingzhi', learn new martial arts: Eight Golden Lock Knife, current level: first heavy. ”

The information of the Eight Golden Lock Knife began to appear in Lin Pingzhi's mind.

The Eight Gates Golden Lock Knife was born from the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array, and the knife technique only has eight moves, which also corresponds to the Eight Gates.

It's simple, but it's okay.

It is stronger than the wood-chopping knife method and the Qimen Sancai knife.

It's pretty much the same as the Mercy Knife Technique.

However, compared to the Hu family's knife technique, it is still much worse.

After obtaining these joys, Lin Pingzhi knew that it was time for him to go.

Otherwise, when they arrive, they will definitely not be able to leave.

Lin Pingzhi stepped on the dark night incense under his feet, and directly circled the direction where they came from, and rushed in the direction of Southern Shaolin.

When Lin Pingzhi bypassed.

Xuan Nan and other five people were also led by Yin Ergou to the outside of Putian Town.

"Uncle Shi!

Yin Ergou shouted.

When he looked outside Putian Town, he found that the pool of blood on the ground was full of corpses.

There are Shaolin Temple monks, and there are also Japanese ninjas.

He was shocked.

That young man, is he really that powerful?

Xuan Nan looked at the tragic situation in front of him, he regretted it very much, why didn't he come to Putian Town in person, or even if any of the junior disciples were there!

He clasped his hands together and whispered a Buddha name.

"Amitabha. ”

Immediately after, he looked at Yin Ergou with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Ergou, who do you say he is?"

Yin Ergou looked at his mysterious master stupidly.

He swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty.

"Uncle Shi, he said that he is a demon respecting the building. ”

"Demon Respect Building!"