Wang Chan saw that the man was flying into the sky with a sword, and he was far away in an instant, and he also breathed a sigh of relief, and the big gun in his hand fell to the ground violently, shaking his whole body, and then he found that his whole body was already soaked with sweat. [No pop-up novel network]

Although the "Breaking the Army Killing Method" he had just now was the most vicious killing method recorded in his "Arctic Dipper Crape Myrtle Sutra Song", in the final analysis, Wang Chan was only in a hurry, and he didn't really conduct thousands of drills in advance like the "Seven Killing Blood Knife"!

Even if he can successfully capture the star power of the broken army into the body and penetrate into the gun, he can only barely use these two shots now, and if he wants one more shot, no matter whether the opponent is dead or alive, he will also exhaust his physical strength and collapse for it.

But even so, it was so frightened that the Taoist in Tsing Yi fled in embarrassment.

It's time to wrap up today's business once and for all.

Wang Chan stood in place, exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and looked back at the collapsed Luzu Hall.

There are more than a dozen people buried in Lin Zhendong and his party, and countless earth, stone and wood materials have overturned down, it stands to reason that these people are pressed head-on, and the chance of surviving is already extremely small.

But there are no absolutes in the world, there are always people who are blessed and have a great life, and can escape from death. There have been so many disasters from ancient times to the present, I have never heard of a natural disaster [***] that can really destroy everyone, someone dies, someone must live!

Besides, the distance is so close, Wang Chan's mind and spirit almost envelop the entire Baiyun Temple in his own senses, the wind and grass are blowing, the details are exhaustive, what else can hide his feelings?

Gently moving under his feet, the big gun in his hand, regardless of the mountains of masonry and rubble under his feet, just shot after shot, poking down, each shot down and then pulled out, there was a stream of blood gushing up with the head of the big gun.

It is said that the earthquake is 9.0 on the Richter scale, and there are still many civilians who have survived under the collapsed houses, not to mention these dead soldiers of the Lin family, all of whom are well-trained and have rich practical experience in dealing with all kinds of bad situations, unless they are really unlucky and are directly smashed on the head by thousands of pounds of beams and pillars, otherwise at the moment when the house collapses, these people can also quickly find suitable bunkers and save Lin Zhendong's surname.

In this case, if someone else is replaced, and he sees that they are all buried under the rubble, maybe it will be forgotten, but what kind of person is Wang Chan, since things have come to this point, it is not in line with his heart to let these people go. It was to step forward, condescendingly, shoot one at a time, and all of them were poked to death.

It's just that the last shot went down, poof, and a blood line gushed out of the ground, but Wang Chan only felt that the big gun in his hand was shocked, and after the tip of the gun pierced the human body, the residual momentum was still endless, and it poked down, it seemed to be poked on something hard, and the sharpness of the Liquan gun was still difficult to break, but the force was shocked, and it was transmitted to the palm of his hand, shaking his five fingers slightly.

"Huh, what?"

His brows furrowed slightly, and Wang Chan's big gun turned, shaking violently on the ruins under his feet like a drill, and suddenly there was a rumbling sound, and all the sundries, masonry and stones, were all thrown out like raindrops, revealing a big hole below.

In the blood filled, then the head of the gun was raised, and the sound of the mountain was like thunder, as if the ground was broken, smashing the ice crystal, after a while, Wang Chan's arms were fighting, when there was a huge stone tablet that was more than a zhang high, mixed with dust, turned out from under the ground.

Stirring the big gun with one hand, and then shaking and flicking, the stone tablet on the tip of the gun flew out seven or eight meters away steadily, and fell to the ground, Wang Chan hurriedly stepped forward, only to see this stone tablet, stained with soil, standing on the ground is more than three meters high, more than one meter thick, and there is a bluestone carving below, and the stone turtle with a hideous face is dominant.

This thing must not have been in the Lu Zu Palace, and the biggest possibility is that it was buried in the soil before the construction of this hall, but now it was picked out by Wang Chan with a shot, and it was seen again.

Wang Chan squinted his eyes and carefully identified it, only to find that on the front of this stone tablet was carved a whole scripture with an extremely ancient seal, from top to bottom, barely recognizable, but it is a very classic "Lu Zu Hundred Character Tablet" in Taoism

Forget to keep your words, and lower your heart for nothing. Knowing the ancestors in motion, who is looking for if there is nothing to do?

It is always necessary to respond to things, and it is necessary not to be confused. Don't lose your surname and live in your own life, and your surname will live in anger.

Qi Hui Dan self-knotting, with Kan Li in the pot. Yin and yang are repeated, and a thunder is generalized.

The white clouds are on the top, and the nectar is sprinkled on Sumeru. Drink the longevity wine, who knows.

Sit and listen to the stringless music, Mingtong makes a chemical machine. Twenty sentences are coming, and the end of the ladder to the sky.

The following paragraph, there seems to be a line of small characters, but there are many vague and mottled places, and I can only barely see that two of the words are "Zhongnan" after exhausting my eyesight, and then there are vaguely three words behind it, which should be "living dead" As for the rest, it is not clear to see.

But just with these words, you don't need to think much about Wang Chan to deduce a rough idea up and down. The ancestor of the Quanzhen Sect, Wang Chongyang, once made a big oath to retreat to the dead, and the place where he retreated was also a large tomb built by himself, that is, the "Tomb of the Living Dead", so the small words in this payment place, if nothing else, should be "Wang Chongyang stood at the tomb of the living dead in Zhongnan Mountain".

Lu Dongbin is one of the eight immortals of Taoism, one of the five ancestors of Quanzhen, Wang Chongyang set up a monument for him, engraved one of his scriptures as a commemoration, this is a very common thing, and it can not arouse Wang Chan's interest, but what makes Wang Chan strange is that what kind of material is this giant stone tablet made of, and it can't even pierce the Liquan spear in his hand, and it can't be pierced?

This is a bit weird!

You must know that his big spear, but the soldier who has been trained by the hand of King Yue is not only extremely tough, but also the spear head more than two feet long is indestructible, and the flying sword of the ordinary sword fairy will break into two halves without suspense. But it was such an ordinary-looking stone tablet, but it was not hurt to touch it, and he poked it with a shot, and he couldn't even find a white spot.

After circling the stele twice, Wang Chan suddenly brushed with his hand! Two white lights flew out, and around the stele up and down, left and right, it was a chaotic flight of stabs, bombardment and explosion. Seeing that the large pieces of mud attached to the stone tablet were scattered by the sword light, but every time they touched the surface of the stone stele, Wang Chan's two indestructible, sharpened iron like mud Taibai Sword Pill exploded a series of sparks.

This stone tablet stood still, and the Taibai Sword Pill couldn't even cut it!

"It's weird!" Wang Chan wondered in his heart, since his sword pill was refined, it was infinitely powerful, and even the Russian armored combat vehicles and tanks could be easily cut in half, except for today's fierce battle with the Qingcheng Daoist, because his own swordsmanship was really "poor", and he was not as good as that Dao person, so he suffered a loss in the sword fight, and had to use the soldier's spear skills, the rest of the time, but it was invincible.

How could it be that you can't even cut a bluestone stele of ordinary shares!?

The huge stone tablet was finally cleaned up from top to bottom, and the Taibai Sword Pill was useless, and with a soft sound, it was also retracted into Wang Chan's abdomen.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, Wang Chan suddenly frowned fiercely, moved his ears back and forth, squinted his eyes and looked up into the distance.

But I saw that a few faint lights suddenly appeared in the night sky of the capital, and then the sound of breaking the sky, sneering, from outside the Baiyun Temple, suddenly came a long howl, and in a blink of an eye, it was actually six or seven sword rays that turned into rainbows.

"It's still here after all!"

Wang Chan narrowed his eyes into a thin slit again, his expression moved slightly, and then he was also calm, and he couldn't see the slightest abnormality: "In the end, it still can't tolerate me! Although the state has not come forward, but under the control of the center, it has been able to gather so many sword immortal masters together, and even that person has gone and returned, obviously trying to kill me completely!"

His heart jumped suddenly, Wang Chan looked into the distance, and his thoughts were actually like this, and they gradually became enthusiastic.

The way of the soldier lies in a fighting word, fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, fighting with people, fighting with war, the breath is endless, the more enemies, the stronger the opponent, the more it can arouse the blood in the heart.

The sword light in the sky is like electricity, flying closer and closer, and you can even clearly see the facial features of the Taoist in Tsing Yi who are wrapped in two sword lights in front and fly back like meteors. Seven Changhong, through the sky, the sword qi flew above the sky, before the person arrived, a fierce qi machine has already locked Wang Chan, who was standing with a gun in the courtyard.

However, at this time, Wang Chan only turned his gaze and stared at the Liquan gun in his hand, and a little starlight gradually fell in the night sky, blending into it, and the golden gun body, the treasure light was full of light, bright and uncertain, flashing and flashing, as if it was a sleeping dragon that was about to wake up.

"Suddenly, there were madmen sharpening their knives at night, and the emperor star was fluttering and high. From now on, why do you have to spare yourself to kill people. The blood in Wang Chan's body flowed, emitting a tidal sound like rivers, lakes and seas, churning and roaring, and the evil qi on his body rolled and gushed out of every pore on his body, and then he sighed again: "Endless blood, endless heads!" It's a pity, it's a pity...... It's all a bunch of ghosts who died in vain. Hey, hey, hey!"

The two pupils in the eyes have shrunk to the size of a pinpoint, and a green cold light will erupt, and in the entire courtyard, the wind rises on the flat ground, rolling up the sand and stones and flying wildly, and I don't know when, even the grass dozens of meters away has layers of hoarfrost condensed.

At this time, it was two or three o'clock after midnight, the night was low, only a Milky Way ran through the sky, the stars were full of blinking, the cool breeze was blowing, the moonlight was as pure as water, in the meantime, quiet and far-reaching, deep and boundless, it was really a bright starry sky.

"It's a starry sky, I don't know how much truth it contains! It's a pity that people can't be pure, and it's hard to have time to quietly contemplate it! When will this red dust triviality really come to an end?"

In his heart, he only turned two or three thoughts, and after a moment, the sword light had already come to the top of his head, and the first person to open the sword light and reveal his eyebrows, but it was the Taoist in Tsing Yi who had just been frightened away by Wang Chan. It's just that this person still hasn't looked back, anxious like a lost dog, but now he has turned around, but he has changed his appearance and temperament, condescending, and shouted.

"Shaft, I know how much trouble you have done, killing at will, and punishing dissidents, but I don't know that people are doing it, the sky is watching, it's not that you don't report it, the time has not come! Now that the time has come, if you know the opportunity, you will make a decision on your own, and die to thank the world, otherwise you will be pierced by ten thousand swords in your heart, and you will not die well!"

This person spoke at this time, full of energy, and the voice came from afar, straight into his mind. Obviously, it was only after this short moment of effort, and all the injuries he had received under Wang Chan's hands had already recovered.

"Senior Brother Sun Taizhen, why do you have to talk nonsense with this little child, this fang has a military heritage, the white tiger is according to his orders, he was born a thief in troubled times, not to mention killing several colleagues of my Quanzhen Longmen, the crime is unforgivable, and it deserves a thousand cuts. ”

Before Wang Chan could speak, another sword light appeared in mid-air, and a murderous voice came from the middle.

Hearing this, these sword immortals turned out to be all masters of the Quanzhen Sect Longmen Wudang.

Since his debut, Wang Chan has killed countless people, only the Wudang faction has died under his hands, including Yue Poyu, Ye Tianshi and Longdaoren, Rao is the thousand-year-old inheritance of Longmen Wudang, with a profound heritage, but it is also a fatal blow in this era.

The way of the sword immortal, which was originally about to be broken off in this world, only the Qingcheng and Wudang factions are still supporting it, but among the sects, all the people who refine into the flying sword are seventy or eighty years old, and now they are simply in a situation of lack of success, once the younger generation can't keep up with the footsteps, and when these old people all die, the inheritance of this vein will be completely cut off.

Wang Chan had killed the Dragon Dao people in Siberia before, which had almost shaken the foundation of Longmen Wudang, no wonder at this time, as soon as these sword immortals got the exact news of Wang Chan, they immediately ignored it and poured out.

Before the words fell, Wang Chan suddenly saw a flash of white light in front of him, snorted coldly, and suddenly raised the big gun in his hand, and with a snap, it was pointed at a sword light in front of him, and a flash of fire appeared!

"Be careful! He has the Yue Wang gun in his hand. ”

Immediately following Wang Chan's shot out, there was a figure in the sky suddenly crooked, was in the air dozens of meters above the ground, as if the hurricane was blowing, this person's flying sword was hit by Wang Chan's shot, the heart suddenly shook wildly, crooked, and fell down, fortunately, the swordsmanship was exquisite, and the sword light that was beaten and flew out of a hundred meters away was crooked, and arrived in time to wrap his body, so that he did not fall to the ground and fall half to death.

Wang Chan's big gun contains a very murderous aura, and even a master like a Taoist in Tsing Yi has to be caught off guard, and his murderous aura captures his mind, revealing flaws, and eventually leads to defeat, not to mention that this Taoist is still a long way from the realm of practicing swords into Dan. If it weren't for the Tsing Yi Taoist known as Sun Taizhen, who reminded him in time, just this time, one of these people would have to be reduced by one person before they really started.

It's really thrilling and dangerous.

"Let's go down and kill him!"

The Dao man's body moved, and he drew a big circle around the sky with a roar, quickly stabilized the sword light, and fixed his mind, only then did he know how powerful Wang Chan was, and hurriedly beckoned a group of people to wait and fight with Wang Chan.

At the same time, several long howls sounded one after another outside the Baiyun Temple, the momentum was huge, like a lion's roar, a sound, high and low, long and short, connected into a piece, several miles away, transmitted to the field, but still like thunder in the ears.

And these voices, not from one direction, but one after another, there are echoes in all directions, listen carefully and again, but in this sound of the long howl, faintly hear many monks chanting scriptures, dragons chanting and tiger roaring, if there is nothing.

Wang Chan immediately heard the sound and saw that several large halls in the distance of the Baiyun Temple were standing up one after another.

These people are all old monks wearing monk's robes, shaved heads, clear faces, and bitter eyes, and the youngest seems to be sixty or seventy years old, but these people are walking between them, jumping over the ridge, like flat ground, and the building hall dozens of meters high is just a step away from it, and the speed is not much worse than a few sword lights above their heads.

"Good guys, even a few Arhats from Shaolin Zen Buddhism are here!"

Wang Chan saw that the sky and the ground were blocked by people, and he also knew that his retreat had been completely broken, and he was secretly surprised by the courage of the old man behind these people.

But no matter how many people came, he was not afraid, he only felt that the blood in his heart was surging upward, and the skin of his body was flushed with excitement by bursts of powerful qi in all directions, and he stomped his feet violently, jumped up three or four meters high out of thin air, and then fell on the stone tablet behind him, and the coat he was wearing was shattered with a shock, and his eyes were shining, and he did not retreat or avoid.

As soon as Wang Chan stood still, the sword light in the sky was uneven and orderly, and fell, from which six old ways appeared, followed by the wind in the sleeves on all sides, whirring, and six old monks with white eyebrows stood in the field.

Only the Tsing Yi Taoist Sun Taizhen was still hovering in mid-air, one blue and one purple flying swords flying back and forth, staring at Wang Chan below, as well as the Lu Zu hundred-character tablet that he stepped on at his feet.

There was a twinkle in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Six Longmen Sword Immortals, six Zen Arhats, plus a Qingcheng Sun Taizhen who is always hovering in the air and on a par with Wang Chan, in anyone's mind, this time Wang Chan is definitely difficult to fly.

However, what none of them expected was that the current Wang Chan's fighting intent was tumbling and standing in place, and he didn't even have the intention of retreating.

"Kill people with the evil qi of the stars, I can't imagine that there is such a thaumaturgy among the soldiers!

Sun Taizhen was shocked by Wang Chan's spearmanship just now, and left without looking back, but unexpectedly, he was encountering a group of Longmen Sword Immortals who surrounded and killed him halfway. They also have some contacts with each other, so they are naturally not strangers, and as soon as the two sides met, they said a few words, and Sun Taizhen also turned around and killed back.

(To be continued)