Chapter 140: The Fall of the Sweeping Monk (1)

"Hey, who should I be, isn't this the abbot of Xuansheng?Why, I don't even recognize my old friends?" Lin Yu turned his head, and the "enthusiastic" fellow visitors greeted him, listening to this tone, people who didn't know really thought that they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"It's you," Xuan Sheng certainly recognized Lin Yu, not only him, but also the first of the Shaolin Temple courtyards that came with him also recognized Lin Yu, all with a look of horror on his face, Xuan Sheng couldn't help but point his finger at Lin Yu, "Are you a human or a ghost, weren't you killed by that senior that day?"

"Die?" Lin Yu seemed to have heard some joke, his mouth was grinning with laughter, and his face was full of madness, "Haha, why should I die?" Murong Chui is alive and well, how can I die, don't talk nonsense, this time I just came to trouble your Shaolin Temple, what tricks do you have, just use it." ”

"Amitabha, it seems that Master Lin has gone mad, so let's give Master Lin a ride," Xuansheng clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddha name, and flicked his sleeves, and the "Mighty King Kong Palm" slapped towards Lin Yu's chest, and the rest of the leaders also showed their own proud tricks, such as "Thousand Leaf Palm", "Flower Finger", and "Wuxiang Robbery Finger", all of which slapped towards Lin Yu.

They also hated it very much, seeing that their disciples were abolished by Lin Yu, which is equivalent to the inheritance of this generation of Shaolin Temple, and it was completely destroyed by Lin Yu alone, even the Buddha couldn't help but be angry, not to mention these "high monks" who didn't even cultivate Arhats. Hearing Xuan Sheng's words, they didn't care about any morality, they just wanted to take Lin Yu down together. The right is to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

"Alas, you bald donkeys, obviously just want to beat up in groups, and you have to pour some sewage on other people's heads, hypocrisy. ”

Lin Yu couldn't help but sigh, and the whole person moved with it, with a "Zheng" sound. The True Martial Sword slowly came out of its sheath, and it was already dusk at this time, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed Lin Yu, who was holding the sword, yellow. It was like a golden-armored god of war, and even the old monks on the opposite side couldn't help but look sideways.

Lin Yu moved, holding the True Martial Sword in his hand, and waved it lightly at the old monks. The sword slashed in a beautiful arc. In the frightened and puzzled eyes of the old monks, it slowly crossed their throats and brought out a beautiful blood line, all of which looked so poignant and enchanting.

"You are a demon" The old monks were killed by Lin Yu, and as for Xuan Sheng, he still had one breath left, which was beyond Lin Yu's expectations. Even he didn't expect that he would go all out. can still stay alive, but soon, after Xuan Sheng finished speaking, he said the last sentence, and with endless remorse and incomprehension, he accompanied the rest of the old monks to see his Buddha.

"Alas, why bother," Lin Yu shook his head, raised the True Martial Sword to his mouth, and gently blew at the sword blade, "Whew", the residual red line on the sword blade was blown to the ground and turned into a drop of blood.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Lin Yu held the True Martial Sword in his hand and muttered to himself.

But in the next second, an old monk in a gray robe appeared in front of him, this old monk has white hair, his body is bent, and he is holding a shabby broom in his hand. As he spoke, the sweeping monk really picked up a withered yellow leaf and blew lightly on it, and the leaf flew out of his palm, and disappeared without a trace in a moment.

"Snort," Lin Yu laughed disdainfully, and said playfully: "You monk is really interesting, from the time I first walked into the gate of this Shaolin Temple, you found me, but you appeared, when I abolished the monks of the Shaolin Temple one by one, you still didn't appear, when this group of old monks was killed by my sword, you only appeared leisurely, what's the matter, aren't you their patron saint, why didn't you come out earlier?"

"The donor's appearance, life and death are just a reincarnation, and the body is just a stinky skin," the sweeping monk shook his head, his face was still that breezy look, and he didn't seem to be angered by Lin Yu's words at all, but the hand holding the broom tightened unconsciously.

"Okay, I don't have the time to talk nonsense with you," Lin Yu waved his hand, and when it came to reasoning, he really couldn't say that this sweeping monk was the one who specialized in this, "Let's make a move, I'm more used to talking with the sword in my hand." ”

"Alas, donor, is this really the case?" The sweeping monk's face was no longer that breezy look, the old face full of wrinkles squeezed out a smile, but in Lin Yu's opinion, this was more like a wry smile.

"Don't be verbose, I guess you also know that there will be this day," Lin Yu interrupted the sweeping monk's words, and his body moved, and the true martial sword stabbed at the sweeping monk like a sharp arrow.

"Bump,"

Just when the long sword was about to stab the sweeping monk, an invisible force blocked the blade of the sword, or the invisible qi, but this time, this invisible qi wall could no longer stop Lin Yu, just a slight pause, the real martial sword pierced the qi wall, and continued to stab towards the throat of the sweeping monk.

But what kind of character is the sweeping monk, just like this, as soon as he paused slightly, he reacted, and the index finger and middle finger of his right hand stretched out towards the edge of the sword, "bell", and actually clamped the real martial sword with two fingers.

How sharp is the True Martial Sword? Lin Yu has a deep understanding that the blade made of 100 forged steel and the thick granite of the Black Wood Cliff before were as if they were made of mud in front of the True Martial Sword, and even the jade flute of the "Eastern Evil" Huang Yaoshi and the snake staff of the "Western Poison" were all cut off by the True Martial Sword!

"King Kong is not bad," looking at the scene in front of him, Lin Yu's mind flashed and blurted out.

"Oh?" The sweeping monk glanced at Lin Yu deeply, and said in surprise: "I didn't expect Master Lin to know so much about the martial arts of my Shaolin faction, rare, rare." ”

"Hmph," Lin Yu snorted coldly, "I didn't expect that you would not only know the martial arts of the Loose School, but also learn the kung fu of the Shaolin Temple, it seems that you have been in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for so many years, and you have not been in vain." "The hand of the sweeping monk was really beyond Lin Yu's expectations, if he hadn't swept away the martial arts of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, where would he have recognized this martial arts.

(To be continued.) )