The loud voice was even more insolent in such a silent night, rumbling like thunder.

The door of the cabin opened, and a sturdy monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a full face walked out.

The monk wore a thin robe, bare-chested and exposed, as if the surrounding ice and earth had no effect on him at all.

In addition to the unique "swastika" symbol of Buddhism, there is also a huge "hate" character on the robe.

As soon as the great monk left the house, he saw the silent monk lying in a pool of blood on the side, and his face full of smiles suddenly stiffened there.

"Master, Master, you must avenge Master Silence!"

Wang Haozi didn't know when he had already run back, holding the leg of the big monk and crying, and pointed to Qin Yue with one hand:

"That's him! That's what he killed Master Silence!"

The great monk was also calm, he was not carried away by the anger, and after taking a deep look at Wang Haozi, he set his eyes on Qin Yue.

Qin Yue was dressed in a black fur fur, standing proudly in the snow, and he did not shy away from the gaze of the monk who was silent, and the pupils under the iron mask were neither sad nor joyful.

"The poor monk's name is quiet, and he doesn't know the name of the donor?"

The monk's eyes were blazing, and although he said it politely, he had an unquestionable commanding tone, as if the person in front of him was already in his pocket.

Qin Yue was silent, but a hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes when he heard the word "quiet anger".

This river and lake may be even smaller than imagined.

"Don't you answer......

The monk muttered in a low voice, and his eyes suddenly flashed:

"In that case, let's take our lives!"

The fist is like a dragon, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and the momentum is violent.

Qin Yue's long sword swirled, as if it was wrapped around his fingers, and it was wrapped around Jing Yan's arm.

Jing Yi obviously had never seen such a strange swordsmanship, just like a bird relying on people, but it was secretly killing.

His steps were staggered, his knees raised, and he pushed towards Qin Yue's abdomen.

Qin Yue's left hand blocked, but the whole person also flew up with the help of his strength, and the long sword in his hand was twisted into a twisted shape, but it bounced back in a daze.

Boom.

In the process of bouncing back, the sword blade kept slashing around, and the robe on Jing Yan's body was also cut several times.

This time back and forth, it was the menacing Jing Yan who suffered a small loss.

The two of them stood still, both looking at each other intently.

In the end, it was Jing Yi who took the lead, as a rookie who was already famous in the rivers and lakes, he did not allow himself to be hindered in this kind of poor country.

What's more, it is a case that there is already a small success!

As soon as you make a move, you do your best!

Ride, in the ancient language, has the meaning of a car, usually also refers to a car of people, describing how much strength a country has, and also uses how many times to express.

Annihilation of ten thousand times, as the name suggests, is thousands of troops and horses, and the silence in the palm of the hand!

Before the person moves, the air machine moves first!

The invisible qi surged, sweeping away the flying snow in the sky, forming a circular space centered on the static anger.

Being in this space, Qin Yue only felt that his heart sank for no reason, and the memories he had experienced when he was a child, which he had never wanted to recall, came to his heart.

Jing Yi noticed Qin Yue's strange appearance, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Any martial arts, when cultivated to a certain extent, will form a 'field', which is the Gangqi as the saying goes, until this time, it can be called entering the gate of martial arts, and it will also reach the realm of third-rate masters in the traditional sense. ”

"And the third-rate master...... ...... with ordinary martial arts practitioners That's a world of difference!"

Jing pinched the joints of her fingers, making a rattling sound of fried beans.

Bang!

With a loud bang, a three-zhang high snow wave formed behind Jing Yan, and his whole person flew out like a cannonball, almost instantly in front of Qin Yue.

The palm of his hand was raised high, and he slapped it down with a slap containing the intent of silence and death.

Qin Yue protected the vital point with his arm, and the whole person flew out upside down under the huge force of this palm, knocking down a few wooden houses before he could stop.

Wang Haozi, who was hiding not far away, watched all this dumbfounded, and for the first time felt that there was such a big gap between the real master in the martial arts and himself.

The realm of a third-rate master can be like this, so what about a peerless master?

Could it be that the legendary sword splits the mountains and cuts the long river with a sword?

Wang Haozi couldn't help but wonder, if one day he could turn his hands into clouds and cover his hands into rain, why should he be trapped in this corner and worry about some money.

However, history has proved that the reason why many heroes and heroes can make such achievements is only a whim at the end of their youth.

On the other hand, after Jing Yan slapped Qin Yue away with one palm, he did not pursue, but looked at the palm of his hand blankly, constantly pinching it, as if he couldn't believe that this was his own strength.

Click.

Pushing away the cold wood that was pressing on his body, Qin Yue stood up from the ruins.

The cold eyes under the mask looked at Jing Yan, and his eyes were full of strangeness, not a shock of power, but a strange emotion ...... "Huh, that's it?"

After Jing Yi became slightly familiar with the power in his hand, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, for power, anyone would be addicted to it.

Walking towards Qin Yue step by step, Jing Yan clenched his fists, obviously losing interest in this kind of cat-scratching mouse battle.

The formless qi condensed again, no longer spreading to the surroundings, but turning into a big mountain and pressing Qin Yue's body.

Looking at Qin Yue's still straight and upright body, Jing Yan couldn't help frowning, a little dissatisfied, in his imagination, this person should be able to kneel to the ground under the pressure of Gang Qi.

"Are you still holding on...... It's kind of backbone......"

With a soft mutter, Jing Yan disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Qin Yue.

Compared to the huge momentum just now, in just half an hour, he has already had too much control over his surging power.

With a palm, the power contained in it is no longer comparable to just now.

Standing in the distance and peeking at Wang Haozi, he could almost imagine the scene of the iron mask man's head being slapped into a ball of meat sauce.

Qin Yue's face hidden under the mask smiled rarely, and with a slight step of his footsteps, he easily avoided Jing Qi's palm.

The Gang Qi condensed into a mountain of quiet anger didn't seem to have any effect on Qin Yue.

The incredulous Jing Qi shot one after another, but they were easily avoided by Qin Yue.

"How...... Why is this happening? Why is my anger useless to you at all?

Jing Hat's face was hideous, and he questioned loudly.

Qin Yue couldn't help but think of the sloppy uncle with a beard on his face and holding a long sword all day long.

That uncle is angry, but it's much more terrifying than this anger......

It's just that Qin Yue obviously won't say these things.

Monk Jing Qi is also worthy of being one of the seven great monks of the Temple of Silence, and he quickly calmed down, his momentum was restrained, and with his tattered robe, he looked like an ascetic.

"It's the poor monk who underestimated the people of the world, this time out of the customs to be taught, but your Excellency killed the silent brother, if you can't take your head back, I'm afraid that you will be punished by the teacher, please ...... Hand over the head. ”

After finishing speaking, Jing Yan's palm slowly stretched out, and an invisible momentum shrouded him, and a black Buddha could be vaguely seen behind him.

Qin Yue's brows furrowed, such a quiet monk was much more terrifying than any state just now.

The black Buddha stretched out his big hand, and a swastika in his palm slowly rotated, without any majesty.

Jing Yue's expression was calm, looking at Qin Yue without the slightest killing intent, but as the "swastika" symbol in his palm turned faster and faster, Qin Yue only felt that the threat in his heart was getting heavier and heavier.

"Ten thousand, all destroyed. ”