The mood of quitting killing was very strange, staring at the golden bell shield with his bare body, and frantically using the dragon claw hand in his hand, killing the demon disciples in all directions.

Blood stained his upper body, and at this time, the monk who quit killing had become completely different from the appearance of a Buddhist monk.

Zhou Mengdie's brows furrowed, and with a sword, he swung the sword in Shen Yu's hand, grabbed the flaw in her swordsmanship, and stabbed her eyebrows with a sword, with awe-inspiring killing intent, without a trace of softness.

A trace of horror appeared on the face of the sinking fish, she knew that Zhou Mengdie's swordsmanship was superb, but she didn't want it to be so high.

The two fought back and forth for more than 80 rounds, and the evil sword technique in her hand was no longer Zhou Mengdie's opponent after just using it once.

Shangguan Xuanluo on the side was still struggling with that Zhou Ying, and Zhang Wudi of the Demon Sect was also inseparable from Zhuang Guoping.

Seeing Zhou Mengdie's sword stabbing at the center of his eyebrows, a trace of unwilling despair appeared on Shen Yu's face.

At this moment, a flying needle suddenly attacked Zhou Mengdie from a distance, and he hurriedly withdrew to resist with his sword, while locking his eyes on a woman in a pink robe.

"Dongfang Undefeated Seat Whereabouts Yan has seen Zhou Shaoxia. The woman came to Shen Yu's side after a few steps, and after gently helping Shen Yu up, she saluted Zhou Mengdie.

"Do you know me?" Zhou Mengdie's eyes showed a trace of inexplicable doubt, and then glanced at the woman in red.

He just had a big battle, and the internal force in his body was consumed a lot, this woman was not easy to mess with at first glance, although it didn't seem to be as strong as the sinking fish, but it gave Zhou Mengdie an illusion that was more terrifying than the sinking fish.

"Why are you so careless, that Zhou Shaoxia defeated the existence of the young master of the Ming Sect and the two Dharma protectors alone, how can you provoke alone! Hey, I didn't want to do it, but the monk who quit killing me Demon Dao Tianjiao is too much, and the sect leader has already ordered that he will take his life this time. ”

"Sister, this surnamed Zhou is very powerful, why don't we go up together first, take his dog's life, and then go and take the life of the dog who quit killing the monk." The sinking fish on the side glanced at the wild goose very unwillingly, and then said fiercely.

"Sister, you go and take the monk's life first, this person is not so easy to kill, it's better for me to entangle. Luo Yan on the side shook his head slightly, and as soon as the words fell, his hand suddenly moved, and a silver needle tied to a red thread stabbed at Zhou Mengdie.

Shen Yu gritted his teeth slightly, and after glancing at Zhou Mengdie fiercely, he found that the monk had torn a disciple of the Sun Moon God Sect in two parts.

A trace of annoyance appeared in her eyes, and her body turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards the monk who had quit killing, and the sword qi in her hand waved to ward off evil spirits, forcing the righteous path disciples who were blocking the way on both sides to retreat one after another.

"Stop killing the bald donkey and suffer death. ”

He was about to use his dragon claw hand to kill a Demon Sect disciple not far away, when he suddenly heard a loud shout, and when he turned around, he turned and clawed towards the chest paw of the sinking fish.

Although the dragon claw hand belongs to the Buddhist martial arts, it is really a fierce and abnormal violent martial arts, and the Buddhist disciples who practice this martial arts are mostly strong-tempered.

At this time, the monk had already consumed most of his physical strength and true qi in his body because of the repeated battles, but this claw was still not to be underestimated.

A hint of blush appeared on the face of the sinking fish, and he shouted coquettishly: "Obscene monk, suffer death." ”

As soon as her words fell, the sword in her hand became a little more powerful in an instant.

The monk who quit killing was scolded by her, but he was stunned for an instant, that is, he was stunned for a moment, and there was a flaw on his golden bell jar.

What kind of character is Shen Yu, how could he let go of such an opportunity, when even without hesitation, a sword pierced into the flaw of the monk who quit killing.

A stream of blood flowed down from the shoulder of the monk who had quit killing, and a trace of pain appeared on his face, but he still struggled to use his divine power to force Shen Yu away with one palm.

The injury on his shoulder was not as simple as it seemed, although the Yi Jin Jing could dissolve most of the different true qi in the world, it could not allow him to continue the artery that was picked off by Shen Yu.

The blood was rolling, and the monk knew that he was seriously injured by this, and he was afraid that he would not be spared, and he glanced at the disciples of the two realms of righteousness and demons who had already fought into a mess at some point, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes.

"Amitabha. After the grief, a trace of firmness appeared in his eyes, and he chanted the Buddha's name lightly, and his face turned into angry King Kong.

He flew out of the ring suddenly, jumped into the dense demon path camp, activated the true qi in his body, and suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar of the Buddha Gate Lion.

The internal strength of the ordinary disciples of the Demon Dao is shallow, and they can withstand his roar.

The twenty or thirty demonic disciples who surrounded him immediately bled to death.

"Bald donkey, your murderous intent is too heavy, isn't it? A hint of resentment appeared on the sunken fish's face, and the silver teeth clenched.

Although she didn't take the life and death of this group of demon dao disciples in her eyes, she hated it very much and ignored her existence and wantonly shot at ordinary demon dao disciples.

"The poor monk has promised to slay the demons when he entered, just honor and disgrace, hahahaha, the poor monk never cares. As soon as his words fell, he used his dragon claw hand again to move towards the claws of a group of retreating demon disciples in the distance.

"Damn, aren't you afraid of going to hell by doing this?" A trace of horror appeared on Shen Yu's face, and he made a frantic move in his hand, trying to break the golden bell jar that the monk had fixed on his body.

But he didn't want the monk to quit killing, but he ignored the Shen Yu who surrounded him with a sword, and turned his back to her, and the dragon claw in his hand cooperated with the lion's roar to kill the Quartet.

"I don't go to hell, who does. What about killing Buddhas, killing demons?"

After a long time, the golden bell jar of the monk was finally broken, and he tried his best to tighten his hand, but he finally failed to cut the throat of the last demon disciple in his hand.

His body slowly fell, and he glanced up at the sky, a hint of relief in his eyes.

He has a withdrawn personality, has been excluded since he was a child, entered the Tianwu world, and after successfully completing the novice task, he came to a village at the foot of Shaolin Temple Mountain.

Because he was hungry, he went to the village to beg for food, and the villagers in the village were very simple, not only made a fragrant meal for him, but also very enthusiastically left him to stay in the village.

Later, he wanted to enter Shaolin to learn art the next day, but he didn't want to take in the old man of the family where he stayed, but he fell ill.

He couldn't bear to leave the old man unattended, so he stayed behind and took care of the old man in the village with all his heart.

After the old man recovered, he quietly established a deep friendship with the villagers.

The night before he was about to go up the mountain to learn the arts, a group of demonic disciples who had stolen scriptures from the Shaolin Temple and descended the mountain passed through this place.

They didn't care if the villagers were innocent or not, and once they entered the village, they began to massacre the unarmed villagers.

He wanted to rush out and fight with that group of demon disciples, but he didn't want the old man to hold him down, and the power that came from nowhere, the old man who looked very stiff actually held down a young man with strong blood.

Watching one villager after another be slaughtered, one familiar face after another fell in a pool of blood. He could only hide in the house, watching through the crack in the door and watching the people in the demon path go unpunished.

His eyes were red, and hot tears flowed from his eyes, and he roared silently from the bottom of his heart, but it had no effect at all, and tears could not affect the violence of the people in the Demon Dao.

Just when the demonic disciple broke in, the monks of Shaolin Temple killed him.

The demonic disciples retreated one after another, and the surviving precepts were also brought back to the Shaolin Temple.

Because the root bone is the middle armor, and the understanding is also the middle armor, the will has been transformed because of that massacre, and it has reached the point of being the upper armor.

He was valued by the Shaolin Temple, and was directly admitted to the Dharma Hall by the Shaolin Temple to practice martial arts.

Driven by hatred, he learned the extremely powerful dragon claw hand of the Shaolin Temple, and practiced it to the point of shaking the past and the present.

Then he successively cultivated the Pulp Washing Sutra and the Yi Jin Sutra, relying on the miraculous medicinal effect of the Great Returning Pill to improve his strength, and eliminated the resistance and residual drug poison in the body through the Washing the Pulp Sutra and the Yi Jin Sutra.

After his strength advanced by leaps and bounds to the realm of heroes, he began his own road of descending the mountain to slay demons.

Glancing at the battlefield that he had finally killed, there was a hint of relief in his eyes, and he muttered one name after another in his mouth, and his eyes closed weakly.

In the haze, he seemed to see a Buddha smiling at him, and a smile appeared on his face, and he died peacefully.

A trace of inexplicable sadness appeared in Shen Yu, she saw a trace of sadness in the man in front of her, sighed slightly in her heart, and asked herself: "Is it worth it?"

The Tianjiao on the stage have gradually divided the winners and losers, and Zhou Mengdie, who has consumed most of the internal strength, finally forced the silver needle in the hand of the falling goose away with a sword, and took the opportunity to slap her shoulder with a palm.

Shangguan Xuanluo and Zhou Ying took five steps back in unison, and then spat out a mouthful of blood together.

"Zhuang Guoping, I can't defeat you, and you can't defeat me, how about you stop here?" Zhang Wudi shouted at Zhuang Guoping on the opposite side and begged for peace.

"It is worthy of the pride of the first day of the Phantom Sect for a thousand years, the little woman Mo Ling is convinced, and she will come to ask for advice in the future. Mo Ling, who didn't know when there was a whip mark on his face, said to the three demon girls who stopped their movements in the distance and secretly flirted with them.

"Hmph, even if you come, how can I, Mei Sanniang, be afraid of you. The woman put the whip in her sleeve with a hand, and said to Mo Ling in a cold voice.

"Hmph, I hope you can still be so confident the next time we meet, let's go. As soon as she finished speaking, she kicked a little above the ring and flew towards the ring.

At this moment, the woman holding the wooden box suddenly threw the wooden box in her hand into the air, and a sedan chair appeared in the air.