"Slow down, Lao Huang, you go. ”

Xu Xian waved his hand to interrupt the words of the big-bellied monk, and the old yellow eyes behind him were already thin bloodshots, and green tendons on his arms rose.

The bright pig-killing knife fell to the ground and fell with a clatter,

"Donor, this ......" The big-bellied monk pinched the Buddha beads and frowned.

"Why?

"Why don't you want to try my awesome crossbow, will you?"

Xu Xian touched his chin and looked at the monk in front of him.

"Donor, please!"

The face of the warrior monk behind the big-bellied monk was also ugly, and his own people spread it out to clean up the door, but if others did it, the reputation would not be good.

Lao Huang walked in front of the monk Jueming with a sharp knife, he was also fifty or sixty years old, one was a shriveled thin old man and the other was no different from a rich middle-aged man, it seemed that the monks in the temple were living a good life.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm......"

Feeling the cold chill on the knife, Monk Jueyuan struggled hard, and his glasses were as big as copper bells.

"Huh, that's it?"

"Take out the momentum you used to bully people and rob the people's daughters!" Xu Xian smelled the smell of urine wafting not far away, covered his nose with disgust.

"Poof......

The knife was thrust in, and the blood splashed Lao Huang's face, but the position was off, and the monk Jueyuan rolled on the ground in pain, and the rag in his mouth was also spit out, and the wailing in the field continued, which was not much different from the scene of killing pigs in the countryside.

"I ......" Lao Huang wiped the blood stains on his face and was stunned.

"Lao Huang, don't let me look down on you. ”

Xu Xian looked at Lao Huang, who was hesitant and spoke, he also knew that the farmer who had been in the trap for a lifetime was not so easy to kill people with a knife.

Although he was full of resentment, he used up all his courage with a knife, and he instantly sobered up, his eyes wandered over the angry warrior monks, and his heart was full of panic.

"When the puppet is angry, blood splatters five steps!"

The knife finally fell, and Lao Huang riveted it with all his strength and went straight through the Tianling cover.

The pig-killing knife is a pig-killing knife after all, not as sharp as the sword, and the human heavenly spirit cover is the hardest place.

It's not so much a thorn as a stab,

Monk Jueyuan's entire Tianling cover was broken open with a big opening, and the flowers flowed all over the ground, and the old Huang next to him was sweating profusely, sitting decadently, staring at the sharp knife in his hand, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"Donor, this matter is over, you see?"

The big-bellied monk is still laughing with him, but the Buddha beads that have broken the thread in his hand show that his patience has reached the limit.

"Oh, that's it?"

Xu Xian plucked out his ears and said casually.

"The master estimates that there are still a lot of good women from good families who were robbed by you in this temple, so, you get out of the way, and the master leads people in to search, if not, I apologize to you." ”

Xu Xian rode on the horse and leisurely poured a sip of soju.

"Donor, you have to be reasonable in everything, right?"

The pot-bellied monk clasped his hands together, and the Buddha beads were indeed scattered all over the place.

"There is still a king's law in this world!"

The big-bellied monk took a step forward, like a master of justice in film and television dramas.

"What do you see here?" Xu Xian shook the fist in his hand.

"This is a hand, you will get tired if you clench it, and you can feel free when you send it away. ”

"Don't be obsessed, the sea of suffering is endless, Amitabha. "The big-bellied monk was full of compassion.

"Fuck your fart, it's a fist, a punching bag!"

"My fist is bigger than yours, this is the royal law!"

Xu Xian's words were loud,

The bullshit royal law, at the night banquet in the palace, I have long been fed up with this unfair royal law of Raushzi!

What truth is there in this world?

Whoever has a big fist and a fast knife makes sense!

This is still the father and daughter in the palace who taught Xu Xian this truth, it is so good to thank them, and strive to find a time to send their father and daughter reunion as soon as possible to express their gratitude.

"Shoot the arrows!"

At the sound of an order, one hundred and twenty terrifying crossbows came out of the string behind him, and there was a faint sound of breaking the air.

The big-bellied monk suddenly woke up, and the bastard boy in front of him made it clear that he was going to die, and in addition to humiliation, the previous performance also led to himself by the way.

"This life is over!"

The big-bellied monk's heart is like ashes, and these hundred and ten shocking crossbows are shot at such a close distance, how can he resist the strength of his four grades.

Just when the big-bellied monk closed his eyes, a golden cover lit up in front of him, like a big bell jar, and the flying arrows were bounced off one after another, and the sound of a symphony of gold and stone was heard.

"Buddha Amitabha!"

A thin old monk sat in the hood, and the eight winds did not move!

"Heh, this turtle shell is hard enough!"

Xu Xian had a smile on the corner of his mouth, he had long known that there were two other old bald donkeys in Huichang Temple, who were both in the world.

The old bald donkey of Xuanchen has not had time to come back, and the identity of the remaining old monk is naturally self-evident, it is Xuanming, the abbot of Huichang Temple, if he doesn't lead it out together to solve it first, just like the foundation of three hundred rides, Xu Xian doesn't want to fold here.

"Senior brother!"

The big-bellied monk is also a monk of the Xuanzi generation, named Xuanji, with a Maitreya Buddha-like face, looking very good, so he receives pilgrims in the temple and is in charge of the overall situation, while the abbot is in long-term retreat, and is practicing Mahayana Buddhism.

The rain of arrows behind Xu Xian did not stop, and more than 180 horsemen and horizontal swords in front of him were in front, and those warrior monks did not dare to make the slightest move.

"Crackling ......"

The rain of arrows became dense, and there was a sound like fried beans, and the Buddha light circulating in the golden bell jar in front of Monk Xuanming dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I'll give you a ride!"

"To Western Elysium!"

Just when the golden bell jar was about to burst, Xu Xian turned on his skills.

Bite......

The skill is successfully activated,

Simon's sword blowing snow,

Consume 100,000 exclamation points,

In an instant, a cold sword intent fell from the sky,

Xu Xian inexplicably felt a little cold, not the kind of lonely cold of Ye Gucheng, but like standing on the top of a snowy mountain, the cold of the high place!

It can also be said to be lonely, lonely as snow!

Ximen Blowing Snow is the same as Ye Gucheng, and they are all swordsmen who have reached the top of the world.

Ye Gucheng has flying immortals outside the sky,

Simon blows snow but has no famous sword moves,

It is not an exaggeration to say that man and sword are one,

So it's pure!

The sword stabbed out,

The people in the entire temple were stunned, and the young man in front of him, who was only a teenager, had such superb swordsmanship.

The sword is near!

The tip of the sword is like a hot knife cutting butter, and it breaks through the golden bell jar without hindrance.

The sword stabbed!

The sword is cold,

Monk Xuanming's blood was hot, even a little hot.

This sword stabbed straight into the heart of Monk Xuanming, and the shocking crossbow exhausted all the spirit of the old monk, how could he have the strength to resist.

A mouthful of old blood spat out, and the bald donkey fell to the ground.

(The contract has been sent out for two days, and the status is about to be changed, so the new book investment can be walked away.) )