A terrifying scene appeared. I saw that the old monk's body actually stirred up a faint golden halo, which seemed to be nothing, but he blocked all the hundreds of feather arrows that shot at him half a foot away, clanging like smashing on a layer of iron wall, and it couldn't hurt him at all!

What kind of kung fu is this? What are those golden halos? Standing still and letting the feather arrows shoot at will? Is it still human?

"Amitabha, all black-clothed donors, let's retreat quickly!"

"What kind of retreat? Who would dare to let them retreat before the matter was done? Sweeping monk, they didn't burn your temple, did you want to bully the small with the big guy? This kind of thing has always been only liked by Benjun, are you robbing Benjun's play?"

Half-lying in the air, holding a wine jug in one hand and shaking a safflower skull folding fan in the other, Xue Wusuan, who looked sadistic, slowly floated down. The sweeping monk suddenly ran out of his mind, which was really a bit unexpected for him. This monk seems to regard Shaolin as not ordinary.

"Meet Yama-sama!

More than 4,000 Shennong Gang members bowed their heads and bowed, all of them fanatical, and the spirit of being shocked by the sweeping monk before rekindled their pride. Their god has come, and is there anything else in the world that can make them fear?

No!

Anyone can hear and see that this immortal-like figure falling from the sky is the real controller of this Shennong Gang. Those fanatical expressions and voices, coupled with this unbelievable way of appearance, made the hearts of the martial arts heroes who had just ignited hope for survival in the field sink again.

"Amitabha. Donor, the poor monk doesn't know that these are your subordinates. Please give the poor monk a face, how about this matter be stopped?"

Xue Wusuan smiled and said, "Sweeping monk, do you have such a big face?"

"The poor monk thinks that there is!"

"Hey, hey. Xue Wusuan smiled but didn't answer, raised his hand to volley into the void, and a two-foot square black charm was engraved in the air by him, and then raised his hand to hit the nervous crowd at will. The sweeping monk secretly wanted to stop it, but he didn't expect that the spell was as fast as lightning, and he couldn't stop it at all.

"Crack!

The thunderclap exploded suddenly, and dozens of thunderbolts appeared out of thin air in the sky, each one as thick as an arm!

In just three breaths, everyone within a radius of twenty zhang of the thunderstorm, regardless of the level of martial arts, was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a thick layer of gray-black coke powder on the ground, and the scorching smell that gradually diffused in the air.

It all happened so fast that no one knew how many people there were in the twenty feet of death. It's just that he unconsciously subconsciously shrunk his neck, looking up at the sky from time to time, and was terrified, wondering if those black thunderbolts would also appear on his head and then smash down.

"Sweeping monk, what you just said Benjun didn't hear clearly, can you say it again?"

The casual and contemptuous tone, the voice is not loud, but it is like a thunderbolt, bombarding everyone's hearts. Just now, the old monk's method of ignoring the feather arrow has been shocked by them, and they feel that it is not human power. What was the thunder just now? God's means?

The fanatical Shennong Gang members all had crazy expressions, red eyes, and shouted the words "Lord Yama" frantically, and the momentum of the empty eyes made the hearts of the heroes cold.

The sweeping monk was also horrified in his heart, he had been in contact with Xue Wushu for a month. Knowing that this person's martial arts are unfathomable, he is definitely not an opponent. But who has ever seen it resort to such a cruel method that makes no sense?!

Thunder! That's Tianwei! It's also a warrior who can control it?

Not to mention those second- and third-rate martial artists who didn't bomb and kill scum, even if the sweeping monk himself was in that dead land, he would never be spared. No matter how good the light work is, how strong is the body protection qi? Can you pass the thunder quickly? Can you block the power of the sky?

At this time, the sweeping monk realized how ridiculous his previous thoughts were. actually used his own realm to secretly figure out Xue Wuxuan's level. is also cheeky and sure that Xue Wushu will sell himself a thin noodle. Nowadays, people are like a big man who looks down on him, will he save face for a creeping ant?

"Amitabha. Donor, the poor monk is too talkative. I also asked the donor to spare Shaolin this time. ”

Xue Wuxuan ignored it. In his opinion, monks should eat fasting and recite Buddha and preach teachings. What is it to run into the bloody water of the martial arts? He has also been the leading brother of the martial arts for hundreds of years. This has to be said to be extremely ridiculous. It also shows that these monks are not "empty" in their hearts, and they also take this vanity very seriously.

"Sweeping monk. Ben Jun remembered that your experience was quite peculiar, and his martial arts were also the best in the world, so he has always been kind to you. Don't you think this is the cause and effect that Shaolin found by himself? If the monks were honest and did not ask about blood, where would there be today's affairs? This gentleman is helping you Shaolin to be reborn. ”

At this point, the surrounding Shennong Gang still couldn't understand it. immediately started killing again, directly ignoring this strange monk who was called "the best in martial arts" by Lord Yama.

"Donor, do you really want to show mercy to your subordinates?"

"It's a matter of life and death. Monk, why can't you look away?" Xue Wushu just looked at the side around and killed. casually replied to the sweeping monk's words.

"The poor monk can only fight to the death, with the grace of Shaolin to the poor monk for decades. ”

"Master, the disciple is also willing to help the master!" At this time, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, who should have been brainwashed by the sweeping monk, actually walked out and stood behind the sweeping monk.

"Father, how can this kind of thing be without children?" Qiao Feng smiled and stood behind the sweeping monk. Father and son recognize each other, even in the face of the abyss, Qiao Feng will not sit idly by.

It's just that Murong Fu didn't come out with him, but looked at everything in front of him with a sneer. I secretly said in my heart: My father didn't know what kind of means this demon monk had, so he would rather give up his long-cherished wish to revive Dayan and become a monk, and make himself an enemy of Lord Yama? But I can't participate. In this situation, the Shennong Gang has won a steady victory. After the Shennong Gang unifies the Central Plains Martial Arts, the strength will definitely rise again, and when the time comes, Lord Yan Luo will definitely fulfill his promise to help my Murong family recover Dayan!

At the thought that the dream that generations had been pursuing would come true in his own hands, Murong Fu trembled with excitement. There is nothing else in the eyes.

"Big brother, I'm here to help you!"

"Big brother, and me!"

There were two more loud shouts, but it was Xuzhu and Duan Yu who jumped out, both of them looked at Xue Wusuan vigilantly, and they were going to follow Qiao Feng to fight against Xue Wusuan.

Tianlong Sanxiong, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, and sweeping monks?

To be honest, Xue Wusuan was really stunned for a moment. For the three heroes of Tianlong, he has always been kind. It never occurred to me to intercept their fate or end their legend. He just wanted to build up as much power as possible so that he could take over the world.

Now, Sanxiong actually united with the other three top masters and resolutely stood on the opposite side of him. This made Xue Wushu feel a strong sense of irony.

"Brother Qiao, come back soon! You can't beat my eldest brother!" Azhu on the side was in a hurry and wanted to rush over, but was stopped by several female guards of the Shennong Gang.

Xue Wusuan glanced at Ah Zhu, and then snorted coldly.

"Let's go together, lest you die and be unwilling. ”