One door seven jinshi, father and son three flowers!

Li Yuan in the past, Xingyunzhuang today, Yang Xiao, the Heavenly Monarch of the Black Water, pressed the realm strongly, and for a while, the world was full of heroes, silent confrontation, and the pervasive murderous aura, in the passage of time, there was an inexplicable chill.

The air is frozen, it is difficult to breathe, and the people in front of you are like an uncrossable deep sea, which seems to be calm, but it may set off boundless stormy waves at any time and swallow everything!

Heart Lake, Heart Jian, Heart Ming, the three Shaolin monks bear the brunt, for revenge, for snow hatred, silently, all progress forward, while lifting their feet, landing at the same time, and at the same time stepping out of the distance of one foot without increasing or decreasing, the three talents are one, heaven and earth are moving, and the momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

"Ahem......." There was a cough full of mockery, and he saw Yang Xiao stroking his palms and laughing: "Yes, yes, really good, the monk who fell into hatred is really much cuter than when he was dignified, but, just by the three of you, I want to avenge Xinmei, but I'm afraid it's too far away." ”

It has never moved, there is no need to move, and it is majestic and coercive, like the waves of the deep sea, covering the world and sweeping the world, sweeping the universe, and in an instant, filling the heavens and the earth, making people frightened.

At this moment, under the cheeks of the three people of Xinhu, a little drop of sweat appeared unnoticed, and the afterglow of the setting sun made it shine brightly. Hardly anyone could notice this tiny drop of sweat. But Yang Xiao's eyes suddenly flashed with a fine light.

Indescribably sharp and sharp, at this moment, everyone present suddenly felt as if countless invisible needles were standing on their skin, numb scalp and goosebumps all over their bodies, coupled with the involuntary shivering, a bad mood suddenly arose.

As if sensing something. The three Shaolin monks who were approaching suddenly stopped and stood still. One by one, their hands folded. The chanting of scriptures in the mouth is murmured, and the sound of Zen singing is sounded. The reverberation swirled, faster and faster, more and more urgent, but their faces inexplicably began to gradually appear with an indescribable pain.

"Vengeful monk, are you ready to die?" He opened his mouth in a deep voice, cold and endless, and saw Yang Xiao slowly raise his hand, and suddenly, one after another black water streams converged crazily. Between his hands, a huge ball of water was formed, shining and spinning.

"Three thousand weak water!"

Shocked by a cold drink, everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and Yang Xiao, who had already disappeared in place, suddenly appeared in the air, and with a condescending palm, he pushed the black to rotate only to see that countless black ice needles roared out of the air, like a rainstorm. Suddenly, the space around the three of them was shrouded in it.

At first glance, seeing the Demon King's killing move, the three of Xinhu did not dare to slack off, and the Shaolin magic skills were operated to the extreme, and they shot together. It's the Vajra Demon Circle!

The sky was full of needle rain, overwhelming the sky, and the strong anger rushed to the Shaolin Temple's Vajra Demon Circle Formation. Rao is the heart of the three monks to cultivate to the high, but. In the face of such a needle rain, it is also dwarfed. In the blink of an eye, the formation was broken!

"Not good!" Seeing the needle rain covering the sky and the earth, Xinming hurriedly dodged and blocked the two of Xinhu Xinjian, and the power of Da Sumeru's palm instantly rushed to the limit.

With a bang, the needle flew and blood spilled, and the huge gap between the two sides was revealed, and Xinming was instantly covered by the needle rain, and the whole person unconsciously flew backwards and retreated.

"Senior Brother Xinming!" Seeing this, Xinhu and Xinmei couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly retreated, trying to join forces with other martial arts people in Xingyun Village to deal with Yang Xiao together.

In the end, Xinming was already angry, and a generation of Shaolin monks passed away!

Slowly falling from the sky, Yang Xiao looked at the group of martial arts people who were constantly retreating, a sneer appeared on his face, and he stepped forward heavily, step by step, heavy and slow, as if stepping on the hearts of everyone, the momentum became more and more vigorous, and the slaughter shrouded the world, wanting to wear out the mind.

"Amitabha. In the face of the aggressive Yang Xiao, Master Xinhu understood that if Yang Xiao's momentum was allowed to gradually improve like this, once Yang Xiao was pulled out to the peak state to shoot, when the time came, he was afraid that there would be very few survivors in this Xingyunzhuang, and seeing Yang Xiao approaching step by step, he couldn't help but pity: "Yang Xiao's donor, you are so bent on going your own way, creating boundless sins, are you not afraid of falling into hell, and you will never be able to be reborn?"

"Ha! I am guilty, you are waiting for karma, this moment is the Infernal Hell, all the monks and heroes, pay off your own karma with me!"

The terrifying waves, the face attacked, the unspeakable cold killing, the people of Xingyunzhuang hurriedly resisted, the master of the heart lake stepped forward alone, pointed to the sky with one hand, pressed the ground with the other, the holy martial arts of Buddhism, Donkey Kong palm, under the blessing of the Yijin Sutra, burst out with a blow.

"Boom!" The two peerless masters, a strong confrontation, set off a storm and clouds, the confrontation in an instant, the master of the heart lake could not bear the prestige of Yang Xiao, and suddenly spit vermilion, the heart was completely broken and defeated, and was shocked by the strength, and the martial arts masters in Xingyunzhuang spit blood one after another, and their faces were white.

Horror, horror!

The terrifying powerhouse, silently slaughtered, as if announcing the imminent death killing, in the moment of sinking, Tian Qi suddenly roared in his mouth: "Everyone shoot together, otherwise, we will all die here!"

The Black Water Heavenly Monarch will never leave a hand in the face of the enemy, but whoever is the enemy will only have one end in death! With Tian Qi's encouragement, everyone in Xingyun Village suddenly reacted, and they strongly sought survival, causing them to rush towards Yang Xiao one after another.

In the face of a group of martial arts masters, Yang Xiao did not have the slightest fear, and slowly stepped forward, with his footsteps, the black water around his body condensed, and the black ice needles poured out like a rainstorm, no matter what kind of martial arts masters, they couldn't resist it, and in an instant, they were all all over the field.

This is Xingyunzhuang, and the martial arts people here come from different sects. At the moment of life and death, saving their lives is always their first priority.

Yang Xiaojin, they retreated, and soon, everyone had retreated to Lengxiang Xiaozhu, which was the residence of Lin Xian'er, the first beauty in the world, usually not everyone could come, but now no one could take care of it.

Lin Xian'er looked at the probe from the house, and the scene was full of shock, who would have thought that this martial arts master in the village would kill Yang Xiao alone.

At this moment, suddenly, a flute sound came melodiously, and the snow on the plum blossoms was destroyed by the flute, falling down piece by piece, piece by piece. When the snowflakes are flying, you can see a person leaning against a plum tree a few feet away and playing the flute.

He was dressed in a very shabby cotton robe, and his face was very thin and yellow, and his beard was very thin, and he looked like a malnourished old pedant.

Only the flute, in the afterglow of the setting sun, constantly exudes bursts of metallic luster.

"It turned out that Mr. Iron Flute had arrived. Casually swept away the corpses of Zhao Zhengyi and Master Xinjian, a Shaolin monk who had just been pierced by the needle rain, Yang Xiao turned his face and said.

Mr. Tie Di looked at the corpses in the courtyard, and said quietly: "Your Excellency's martial arts are amazing, but your concubine Ruyi died tragically at the hands of the plum blossom thief, this revenge has to be avenged, please make a move." ”

"Hmph, your concubine was killed by the plum blossom thief, what revenge are you looking for me!" Yang Xiao snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the sky was covered with black needle rain, and suddenly, several masters were shot into a sieve.

With a scream, Mr. Iron Flute's hand became tighter and tighter on the long iron flute, and green tendons and sweat droplets alternately appeared on the back of the dead wood-like hand.

Mr. Tie Di's patience at this time has reached the limit, however, Mr. Tie Di, who has seen Yang Xiao's martial arts, does not dare to make a move easily at this time. It's just because he understands that although his martial arts are not under the head of the Seven Great Sects, once he makes a move on Yang Xiao, what awaits him is probably only death.

He was waiting, waiting for helpers, at this time, a figure leaped from the other side, landed opposite Yang Xiao, saw the person, among the people, Tian Qiye suddenly took up a voice in surprise: "Mr. Gongsun, you are here, this person and Li Xunhuan are the legendary plum blossom thief, let's shoot together and take him down!"

Hearing this, the person who came immediately opened his mouth in response: "Tian Qiye warmly invited, and it is naturally my duty to do so, and the plum blossom thief has done a lot of evil, so he should be damned!" (to be continued......)