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The monks of Shaolin Temple were completely inspired by Hong Jin to kill intent, and they waved Shaolin sticks, as if they were overwhelmed, and rows of stick shadows came out, making a strange roar.

When the black-clothed dead man was stunned by the lion's roar from the abbot of Xuan Silence, he was caught off guard and was immediately swept down.

Seeing that Hong Jin and Shaolin Temple were so powerful, the black-clothed dead soldiers couldn't help but feel cowardly, they killed people in the past, attacked everything, were invincible, and had already established the belief of invincibility.

Now when I see the Shaolin monk who is powerful in the world, the stick technique is so exquisite, and the stick power is so powerful, I suddenly broke my spirit.

The abbot of Xuan Lin said loudly: "These people are all evil demons, and to eliminate evil is to promote good, and Shaolin disciples don't have to keep their hands." ”

The Shaolin monks agreed, jumped into the air one after another, and played various tricks in the air, and rows of Shaolin sticks rose and fell, completely showing pride.

Murong Bo said sharply: "The Shaolin monk has not been able to find food for many days, and it has long been the end of the strong crossbow, you all grit your teeth for me to hold on, we will win." ”

The black-clothed dead men had always admired Murong Bo, and shouted one after another: "Victory, victory." My sword is sharp and the enemy is fearless, and my sword is swift and the enemy is leaderless......"

A big fight began between the two sides, and the field was filled with the sound of blades clashing, and the sound of wailing and screaming was constantly heard.

In terms of strength, the Shaolin monks are not weaker than the black-clothed dead soldiers, but they are in the minority, and after a while, the situation is immediately reversed.

Fortunately, at this moment, the heroes had already arrived, and they waved their blades one after another, killing the black-clothed dead man.

Seeing the overwhelming slaughter of the group of heroes, the black-clothed dead soldiers couldn't help but panic, they were afraid, these people all had the strength of Shaolin monks.

As a result, the two sides did not fight for a few minutes, and the black-clothed dead soldiers immediately calmed down, and they found that although the strength of the group was not weak, the threat they could pose was not great.

Bang Bang Bang!

This is the sound of a broken blade, even though the heroes have their own weapons, but they can't compare with the sharp swords in the hands of the black-clothed dead soldiers.

The blades of the two sides occasionally collided, and the blades of Qunhao were immediately broken in half, and they all looked at the dead man in black, and their faces showed panicked expressions.

Snort!

This is the sound of a sharp sword entering the flesh, seeing that the strength of the group of heroes is so poor, the black-clothed dead man made a move even more ruthlessly, their long swords shook, a clear water sword light flashed, and a high roller fell down with a scream.

The long sword in the hands of the black-clothed dead man was like chopping melons and vegetables, killing the heroes of the group, and the strength was not too high, and it was not even able to exert thirty percent.

The group of heroes retreated one after another, if it wasn't for taking care of face, they were afraid that they would have fled long ago, they had seen such an unstoppable killing tool.

The black-clothed dead man seized the attack, and he pressed forward step by step, and the long sword in his hand became more and more exquisite, and Qunhao couldn't see it clearly at all, only seeing a sword light, flickering in the air, and then losing his head unconsciously.

Fortunately, there are still Shaolin monks, they not only have high kung fu and higher concentration, even if they see that the situation is unfavorable, they are still not chaotic at all, and firmly hold the corner, so that the dead soldiers in black do not dare to be too presumptuous.

Hong Jin fought Murong Bo alone, he used Jiuyang True Qi to hit the Tianshan Six Yang Palm, which was particularly powerful, and it was no less than Xiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Descending Palms.

Murong Bo first used the Prajna palm and used subtle tricks to collide with Hong Jin, but later saw that this was too unwise, so he changed it to the Nine Heavens and Nine Lands Convenient Shovel Method, and after fighting for a while, he felt awkward, so he changed to the Wand Method.

It didn't take much effort, Murong Bo changed more than ten Shaolin stunts in a row, but he couldn't take advantage of Hong Jin, and he couldn't help but be secretly frightened, Hong Jin's strength increased beyond his expectations.

Snort!

When Murong Bo took time to spare, he also used the Wuxiang Robbery Finger and the Flower Finger, with his Finger Combination, wanting to play the kung fu of pinching the fingers in the palm of his hand and plotting against Hong Jin.

Unexpectedly, Hong Jin's finger power was not weaker than him at all, and occasionally a six-vein divine sword hit Murong Bo's heart was shocked.

Hong Jin and Murong Bo tumbled and rolled, and the fight was not intense, only to see the palm power and finger power flying wildly, and each blow contained the effect of opening mountains and cracking stones.

Whenever they saw the two of them coming, whether it was a dead man in black, a Shaolin monk, or a weaker high-roller, they all flashed away.

Seeing such a majestic momentum, it is like two fierce tigers rolling in the wolf pack, and whoever dares to come up is afraid that he will be injured by mistake.

Abbot Xuan Lin originally wanted to help Hong Jin, and killed Murong Bo first, the bird has no head and does not fly, as long as Murong Bo is killed, the rest of the dead will naturally disperse in a hurry.

Who knew that the circle of battle between Hong Jin and Murong Bo was too intense, and with the skills of the abbot of Xuan Lone, he couldn't intervene no matter what.

The abbot of Xuan Lin hung his palm in the air, wanting to seize the opportunity to give Murong Bo a "shot and two scatters", but who knew that he could not wait for the opportunity, so he had to take the black-clothed dead man out of anger first.

With the strength of the abbot of Xuan Lone, it was really easy to deal with the dead soldiers in black, and in less than a moment, several dead soldiers in black died under the hands of Xuan Lone's Prajna.

Now there is chaos in the field, and when it comes to the total number of people, it is natural that the group of heroes has the advantage, but when it comes to the situation, it is the dead man in black who has the upper hand.

As for Hong Jin and Murong Bo, the battle was very fierce, and it seemed that there were no hundreds of moves, and there was no way to tell the winner from defeat.

Xuan Lin and several other high-ranking monks of the Xuanzi generation are another variable, their strength is obviously higher than that of the black-clothed dead, and under their hands, the black-clothed deadmen are constantly suffering casualties.

Even though he fought with Murong Bo for life and death, Hong Jin still observed the situation in the field, he looked at it for a while, and knew the situation in front of Lu Dao, but he was afraid that it would be five or five open, and he would not be able to hit the most rear, no one knew Lu Dao, and the victory was on which side.

The field became more and more intense, all kinds of blades flew in the air, and the surrounding area became a sea of blood, and people kept falling, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

"Brothers, put them to death and come back to life. If we are to be afraid, we are dead. It's rare to fight a few times in life, fight, fight!" Hong Jin shouted, even in the fierce fighting arena, everyone still heard clearly.

This sentence was like a slap in the face, and all the heroes woke up, and compared with the fearlessness of the Shaolin monks, they all felt ashamed.

"How about life, what about death, let's fight, fight!" the crowd shouted one after another, and the voices became louder and louder, gradually converging into a torrent.

There was a shouting and killing sound everywhere in the field, and the scene was suddenly much more intense than just now.

Originally, the black-clothed dead man was in a one-sided situation against the group of heroes, but the scene gradually changed, and all the high-rollers suddenly seemed to stimulate the potential in their bodies.

There are constantly high-rollers falling, there are constantly black-clothed dead men falling, and the high-rollers suddenly become very brave, and some are obviously stabbed by swords, but they can still punch back.

Fighting bravely and never dying, the enthusiasm shown by the high rollers for the battle not only surpassed the dead soldiers in black, but also surpassed the Shaolin monks.

Since his appearance, Murong Bo has been wearing a cold smile, and he is very convinced that these dead soldiers he has personally trained are definitely killing weapons.

Compared to now, these murderous weapons have lost their advantages, even if their long swords are still so sharp, even if their attacks are still their sharpness, even if their defenses are still so tight......

However, Qunhao and Shaolin monks compared with each other and cooperated with each other, and they all played their true level, and they were no longer afraid of life and death, because they finally understood that in the real battlefield of life and death, people who are afraid of death are often the first to die.

Only true warriors, those who are fearless, are able to win everything, even the respect of their opponents.

Between life and death, Qunhao suddenly saw everything clearly, they had to be faster, more accurate and stronger than their opponents, so that they could win the chance to live.

Murong Bo was furious, he originally thought that tonight would be a one-sided massacre, but he couldn't have expected the scene in front of him, and all this was because of the young man named Hong Jin in front of him.

While being ruthless in his heart, Murong Bo was also ruthless in his hands, and his Wei Tuo pestle was even more powerful than a real hand-held blade.

If Hong Jin's strength is a little worse, under such a powerful attack, he will definitely become broken and fractured, and his death will be unspeakable.

Fortunately, Hong Jin has been practicing hard every day these days, and at this moment his heart is boiling, and his strength is even more than usual, and he has played two more points.

Hong Jin finally understood a truth, only when his blood is boiling first can he infect others, and now his blood is boiling in his body, and all kinds of exquisite postures are naturally used.

The more Murong Bo fought, the more frightened he became, he originally thought that there was no problem in beating Hong Jin, but now he had a chill in his heart.

In addition to the fierce battle, Murong Bo swept the field and saw that although the black-clothed dead man had not yet shown his decline, he could continue to fight like this, and the chance of winning would not exceed thirty percent.

Even if it can win, it will inevitably be a miserable victory, and when the time comes, five hundred black-clothed dead soldiers, I am afraid that it will be good to be able to win a hundred.

These black-clothed dead soldiers were all painstakingly cultivated by Murong Bo, and they invested a lot of capital, which was one of the dependents for him to compete for the world and rejuvenate Dayan, if he lost it like this, Murong Bo thought it was not worth it.

"Withdraw!"

Murong Bo squeezed out a word from between his teeth, just because he had never thought about it like this, his face couldn't help but be hot, and he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

At first glance when they heard Murong Bo's order, the dead men in black were stunned, and they all seemed to not believe their ears.

The black-clothed dead soldier who was bent on fighting peeked at the surrounding situation, only to realize that Lu Dao did not take advantage, and couldn't help but be extremely surprised.

They all knew that the team of black-clothed dead soldiers was an elite division, invincible and invincible, and now it was repulsed, which was really a great shame for this team.

There were several strong black-clothed dead soldiers, who were still unwilling to lose, and they brandished the sharp swords in their hands and desperately killed Izuku.

But what greeted them was only death, once they were out of follow-up support, they couldn't beat the joint efforts of Shaolin monks and Qunhao by fighting alone.

"Listen to my orders and retreat. Murong Bo shouted with a pale face, this was tantamount to admitting defeat in disguise, which naturally made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Murong Bo's command of the black-clothed dead soldiers was really like a finger, and he followed his orders, and the black-clothed dead soldiers joined hands in groups of three and five, and began to slowly retreat.