Lin Pingzhi looked at the Shaolin Temple monks who were in formation.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Behind them is the town of Putian.

Above their heads, the sign of Putian Town hung high.

Fuso ninjas, protected by them.

Shaolin Temple, do not kill the widows.

Instead protect the Japanese Invaders?

What is the rationale for this?

Lin Pingzhi moved forward slowly.

The warrior monk led by him hurriedly called out to Lin Pingzhi.

"Stop, what are you and what are you going to do!"

Lin Pingzhi stared at him with blood-red eyes.

"The devil respects the building, kill the widows. ”

The warrior monk's scalp was numb from Lin Pingzhi's blood-colored eyes.

He shouted forcefully: "This young man, these widows, we have to take them to the Shaolin Temple, and we can't hand them over to you to kill." ”

Lin Pingzhi smiled.

Shaolin Temple?

Will it kill?

Shaolin Temple in order to preserve its reputation for compassion.

Categorically, they will not do anything to them.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi laughing, the warrior monk couldn't help but be a little frightened.

"What are you laughing at. He suppressed the fear in his heart and asked.

Lin Pingzhi slowly raised the Cold Moon Ghost Knife.

The blade is directed by the warrior monks of Shaolin Temple.

"Get out of the way, or die. ”

The faint five words gave the warrior monks two choices.

Either let yourself kill the Wako.

Or, kill them all!

The warrior monk at the head was frightened.

But among the one hundred and eighty warrior monks, there were also those with hot tempers.

"What kind of demon respects the building, and dares to threaten our Shaolin Temple!"

"Senior brother, surrender him and bring him to the abbot!"

"Yes, senior brother, surrender him!"

The warrior monks shouted one after another.

A chill flashed in Lin Pingzhi's blood-colored eyes.

Submit me?

Just you warrior monks?

If they are difficult, then they don't dare to go up.

Xuan Nan and the others are not here, with your only 180 warrior monks, why are you talking nonsense here!

Lin Pingzhi looked at them indifferently.

"Die. ”

He spat out a word.

And then moved.

His feet were fast.

Ling Bo unleashed it in small steps, making the warrior monks unable to distinguish Lin Pingzhi's movements for a while.

Cold Moon Ghost Knife shot.

Just a knife.

The head of the leader fell to the ground.

"Mercy Knife Technique!"

A warrior monk recognized Lin Pingzhi's sword technique.

It's just that the original mercy knife technique that hurt people with the back of the knife has become a fake mercy knife technique that kills people with a blade in Lin Pingzhi's hands.

"Ergou, go and ask Uncle Xuannan!"

A warrior monk shouted.

Yin Ergou heard his senior brother calling himself.

Quickly reacted.

"Oh, I'll go. ”

He was shocked by Lin Pingzhi's knife at first.

The head of one hundred and eighty warrior monks was killed like this!

He didn't expect it.

In his eyes, the blood-red young man in front of him would definitely not be the opponent of his one hundred and eighty senior brothers.

Now I heard my senior brother shouting to ask for the first seat.

He knew it was a tricky problem.

If you don't hurry yourself.

There may be more warrior monks dying!

Although he did not agree with the Shaolin Temple's approach in his heart.

But he is a Shaolin disciple after all!

Yin Ergou's huge body is taking swift steps.

Even the Zen staff in his hand was thrown to the ground.

Just to be a little faster.

For the departure of the hidden two dogs.

Lin Pingzhi didn't take it to heart.

He didn't want to kill the second dog.

Because he was different from the people from the Shaolin Temple he had seen.

Moreover, he has self-confidence.

Before they come.

and slew them all.

"Let's get on it!"

The warrior monk shouted.

One hundred and seventy-nine warrior monks surrounded Lin Pingzhi's group.

A trace of disdain appeared at the corner of Lin Pingzhi's mouth.

He reached out towards the warrior monk.

The warrior monk was instantly sucked in by Lin Pingzhi.

"Dragon Capture Gong!"

A warrior monk exclaimed in surprise.

The Compassion Sword Technique, as well as the Dragon Capture Skill, are all their Shaolin martial arts.

Who is this person in front of him who claims to be a demon respecting the building!

Lin Pingzhi did not speak.

After sucking the warrior monk over.

Directly and lightly stabbed.

Head, landing.

The ninjas watched Lin Pingzhi fight with the Shaolin monks, and there was sarcasm in their eyes.

They felt that Lin Pingzhi was beyond his means.

One person dares to face more than a hundred people.

If you want to kill them, it's just Bagayalu, wishful thinking!

"Who the hell are you!, why do you have the Mercy Sword Technique and Dragon Snatching Skill!"

A warrior monk hurriedly asked.

Their Shaolin martial arts are never passed on.

There are many people who pass on the Compassion Sword Method, and it will be normal.

But the dragon capture skill, which belongs to the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, how can it be so easy to learn!

"Die. ”

Lin Pingzhi's lips opened slightly.

For the question of the warrior monks of the Shaolin Temple.

He didn't make any answer.

That's not to say he hates Buddhism.

At least, Tianryu Temple he doesn't hate.

He just hates the superiority attitude of the Shaolin Temple!

As a religion introduced from the West, why should it be powerful in the place of the Han people!

Since it is said that the compassionate knife technique and the dragon capture skill are your Shaolin martial arts.

Then use the martial arts that are not Shaolin to kill you.

A sneer flashed at the corner of Lin Pingzhi's mouth.

"Northern Spiritual Skill!"

Lin Pingzhi grabbed a warrior monk and directly launched the Northern Spiritual Skill.

The warrior monk began to tremble.

His internal strength is constantly leaking out.

Some warrior monks misunderstood Lin Pingzhi's Northern Shengong again.

"Everyone be careful, this is Ding Chunqiu's Dafa of Transformation Gong!"

Lin Pingzhi did not answer.

He was just absorbing the warrior monk's internal force.

I'm about to try it out with Simon Blowing Snow.

Suck in some internal force to replenish yourself.

When the warrior monk's internal power was sucked out.

Lin Pingzhi slashed casually.

Under the sharp Cold Moon Ghost Knife, the warrior monk was divided into two sections.

"Damn! Arhat Stick Formation! Descend the Dragon!"

Eighteen warrior monks attacked Lin Pingzhi's upper body in unison.

"Luohan Stick Formation!

Eighteen more warrior monks attacked Lin Pingzhi's lower body in unison.

Lin Ping sneered in his heart.

is just a Luohan stick formation, and he dares to call himself a dragon!

Let's see the real dragon!

"Roar!"

The twenty-eight palms of the dragon descending were shot out by Lin Pingzhi.

The eighteen Shaolin Temple warrior monks who attacked towards his upper body and formed a dragon arhat stick formation were all blown away by Lin Ping's palm.

Most of them died violently on the spot.

Only one or two warrior monks survived, but they were also dying and fell to the ground.

Immediately after that, Lin Pingzhi stepped on Ling Bo's micro steps, and used the Qimen Sancai Knife to bypass the attack of the Fuhu Arhat Stick Formation, and directly cut their throats one by one.

"Eighteen Palms of the Dragon! Qimen Sancai Sword! Who are you! Who did you learn your martial arts!"

Lin Pingzhi's martial arts, except for the Northern Shengong of the Carefree Sect and Ling Bo Weibu, the others were recognized.

The Cold Moon Ghost Knife pointed diagonally at the ground, and blood on the knife slowly dripped towards the ground.

Want to know who you learned from?

Lin Pingzhi smiled.

I tell you.

"Your mother. ”

Lin Pingzhi said softly.

That's right, I learned it from your mother.

A bunch of fools!

Say all the useless things!

The faces of the remaining warrior monks changed.

They died such a senior brother, and now they were insulted by Lin Pingzhi with words, and they were immediately furious!

"Knot, Vajra Array!"