On the other hand, Jiang Han is getting more and more energetic, and the ghost head knife in his hand dances out of a silver flower, he is young, it is the age of the dragon and the tiger, plus the cultivation of the buffalo strength, he doesn't know that he is tired at all, if he is not worried that something will go wrong if he drags it on, he really has the heart to exhaust this old monk to die here.

The two of them fought for seven or eight more rounds, and the old monk's movements were getting slower and slower, and a nine-ring tin staff protected his body, leaving only the ability to parry, and there was no power to fight back.

Jiang Han saw that the time was almost over, and his hand suddenly changed, and the pig-killing knife method was used, and the offensive suddenly became fierce, and the knife did not leave the old monk's left and right, and for a while, the old monk was forced to jump up and down, so he was not embarrassed.

The old monk was already forced by him to have no power to fight back, and his hands and feet became heavier and heavier, just when he couldn't say anything, who knew that Jiang Han suddenly changed his moves, and the offensive suddenly became sharp. Where did the old monk still parry at this time, and for a while he was in danger and embarrassed.

After walking without two moves, Jiang Han attacked the old monk's face door with a knife, and the old monk hurriedly raised the nine-ring tin staff, wanting to knock Jiang Han's ghost head knife open.

Who knew that Jiang Han suddenly put the knife on the side, and stuck it horizontally on the nine-ring tin staff, suppressed the old monk's nine-ring tin staff, and then wiped it horizontally, only listening to the sound of "brush", the four fingers of the old monk's left hand were cut off by Jiang Han's knife, and the old monk in pain screamed: "Ah", and then carried the nine-ring tin staff with his right hand, waved it desperately, forced Jiang Han to hesitate, and then threw the nine-ring tin staff at Jiang Han, turned around and ran.

Jiang Han dodged the nine-ring tin staff on one side, the old monk had already run seven or eight steps away, Jiang Han hurriedly raised his knife and chased, the thief captured the king first, as long as the old monk was solved, the Tianlei Temple would be a group of dragons without a leader, shaped like a plate of loose sand, and then he could take advantage of the chaos to rescue Wang Fu, Jiang Han did not forget what his mission was to come to Tianlei Temple, not only to avenge the villagers who died in Hanjia Village, but also to rescue Wang Fu.

When the old monk saw Jiang Han chasing after him, his frightened soul flew out of the sky, and he hurriedly endured the pain and shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, give it to me, and chop him into meat sauce for me together!"

Seeing that Jiang Han was chasing the old monk, the remaining six ghosts hurriedly rushed up, blocking Jiang Han's way, and shouted: "Don't hurt my master!"

Jiang Han didn't answer, he raised the ghost head knife in his hand and slashed at a few people, he was in a hurry, he didn't leave a hand in his hand, and in a few rounds, he cut all a few people to the ground, and blood splattered one by one.

The old monk saw that several people were cut down, and hurriedly scolded: "Give it all to me, go up together, whoever kills him, I will let him be the prison temple!" Anyway, the high and wide eyes of the prison temple are all blind, even if the whole person is wasted, the old monk can't take care of him at this time.

When the monks heard that they could be the supervisor of the temple if they killed Jiang Han, they rushed up one by one and surrounded Jiang Han.

Don't look at the fierceness they shouted, but when Jiang Han cut people just now, they all saw it, and they just screamed "wow, wow", and no one dared to be the first to rush up and send them to death.

The old monk tore off a piece of cloth from the monk's robe and bandaged his hand, grinning and screaming in pain, and finally stopped the bleeding.

When I looked up, I saw that my subordinates surrounded Jiang Han in it, but no one dared to do it, and the angry old monk scolded loudly: "Waste, a group of waste, you are supported by good food and drink on weekdays, you have money to spend and women to sleep, and when it comes to the critical time, they are all a group of cowards, all of them are for me, and if anyone doesn't go, I will drive him out of the temple!"

When the monks heard this, they were all trembling, they were all unable to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes, so they hid in the Tianlei Temple, if they were driven out of the temple, then I am afraid that they would be eradicated by the righteous path of the rivers and lakes in a few days.

Under the coercion and temptation of the old monk, the monks had no choice, so they raised their weapons and rushed towards Jiang Han one by one, wanting to solve Jiang Han in one fell swoop with more people.

Jiang Han looked at the ghost head knife that had been cut in his hand with some curly blades, frowned, and threw the ghost head knife violently, just inserting it into a monk's shoulder, and directly inserting the monk's shoulder into the cross, and with a strong force, the monk's body flew backwards, knocking down a large number of people behind.

The old monk scolded loudly: "Waste, it's all waste!"

Jiang Han reached out and took off the broken blade from behind his back, gently took off the cloth cover with his hand and threw it aside, touched the blade with his hand, and said in a low voice: "You are going to see blood again today." I saw a flash of cold light from the Broken Blade, as if to answer him.

Jiang Han laughed with the broken blade in his hand: "Come on, let's all go together, let me see what you are capable of!" After speaking, he rushed towards the crowd.

The old monk stood outside the crowd, and saw that Jiang Han was surrounded by people inside, and he couldn't see what was going on inside, so he heard all kinds of screams coming from inside, and the sky was full of flying blood mist, and the severed arms and legs kept flying out of the crowd, and they were still twitching when they fell to the ground one by one, which made the old monk shudder for a while, and he suddenly had a thought, could it be that the Thunder Temple was really finished this day?

As more and more people fell, in the end, no one dared to make a move on Jiang Han, and the monks of Tianlei Temple began to retreat one by one, they couldn't wait to stay away from this little evil star who didn't know where it came from.

The old monk looked at Jiang Han in the encirclement, lying around was a monk from Tianlei Temple, there were hundreds, one by one was missing an arm and a broken leg crying dad and calling mother, Jiang Han was covered in blood, a face stained with blood was no longer able to see the appearance, blood was dripping down his face, just standing there casually with a broken blade in his hand, like a Shura demon who had crawled out of hell, staring coldly at the monks around him, and what was even more strange was that there was no trace of blood on the broken blade.

Although there are still a lot of people left in Tianlei Temple, no one dares to take a step forward, but they just surround Jiang Han from afar, and they all sit back with their butts, if it weren't for the old monk staring here, it is estimated that they would have run away long ago.

The reason why the wicked are wicked is because they haven't met more terrible people, Jiang Han has already cut down hundreds of people in the blink of an eye, and now the wicked people in Tianlei Temple are eager to be better than little sheep.

When the old monk saw that the situation was not good, he secretly cursed in his mouth: "Waste!" quietly touched the direction of the temple gate, who knew that Jiang Han suddenly pointed with the knife in his hand, and did not look at him, but said coldly: "Where are you going?"

(End of chapter)