The matter of Shaolin monks stealing meat is understandable to Hong Jin, after all, they are also Buddhists, and their realms are also high and low, so they can't be demanding.

But if you think about it carefully, you can see the seriousness of the situation in Ludao, and after being trapped for a long time, everyone may become crazy and dead for food and survival.

In the dark of night!

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, like a rattlesnake, approaching Shenhezhuang from a distance, quickly and neatly.

Oh......

A long roar, like a tiger roaring and a dragon's roar, suddenly sounded in the silent night, and it was Hong Jin.

Just from the sound of hurried footsteps, Hong Jin knew that these people were by no means well-intentioned, and they had a strong sense of crisis, which instantly spread throughout his body.

"Quick, get up, there's an enemy coming. The abbot of Xuan Silence urged repeatedly.

If it was seven days ago, there would be no need for the abbot of Xuan Lin to urge, Qunhao's hearts were full of killing intent, and their resentment towards Murong Bo was to the point where they wanted to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin.

But after these seven days of life and death, Qunhao has no strength, and in the dark, some people can't even touch their weapons.

Hong Jin's long howl was stronger than one after another, making the calm surface of Taihu Lake actually stir up powerful waves, wave after wave.

This time, the attackers were all dead soldiers who killed people without blinking, but when they heard such a long howl, they couldn't help but feel cowardice in their hearts.

The person who walked in front of this group of dead soldiers was quite tall and had a very cold face, and it was Murong Bo.

In order to completely annihilate the heroes, Murong Bo gave up Shenhezhuang, and when he thought of the destruction of his ancestral foundation, he had an irrepressible anger.

And all this humiliation, in Murong Bo's view, can only be washed away with a large amount of blood from Qunhao.

Murong Bo brought five hundred dead soldiers trained by him, and the strength of these people was only a second- or third-rate level on the rivers and lakes, but their ability to kill people was absolutely breathtaking.

For example, if you draw one person from the dead soldiers, you may not be able to match Zuo Zimu, but the seamless cooperation between the four dead soldiers is easy to kill four Zuo Zimu.

Five hundred dead soldiers, all the swords in their hands were sharp, Murong Bo specially invited a master craftsman to build it, and the long sword was like a puddle of autumn water, emitting a cold light in the cold night.

In Hong Jin's heart, there was a strong anger, the grievances of the past few days, coupled with the great enmity between Master Xuanbei and the predecessors of the sweeping monk, made him have a strong killing intent towards Murong Bo.

In the dim night, Murong Bo led a group of black-clothed dead soldiers, like demon gods from hell, and galloped all the way with murderous energy.

Hong Jin stood on a high platform, with a condescending look, fearlessly looking at the strong enemy below who was pressed into a piece.

Not far away, the abbot of Xuan Lin led the group of heroes and quickly rushed to the rescue, and the one who walked in the front was a bald monk.

Shaolin Temple is worthy of being the authentic martial arts in the world, even if they are not as good as these heroes when they eat meat, but when it comes to combat effectiveness, they are definitely the best in martial arts.

Seeing Hong Jin standing alone on the high post, his clothes blown by the wind, and his temperament was arrogant like a fairy, Murong Bo only felt a sense of hatred, and rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he roared loudly: "Whoever can kill that kid on the high post, I will make him the founding general." ”

Now Murong Bo has not yet raised troops, and the Dayan he has revived does not have a single word, and at this time, he makes a wish indiscriminately, in fact, he is drawing a big cake for the dead soldiers.

But these dead soldiers, who have been trained by Murong Bo since they were children, have always obeyed him, and have a blind trust in everything he says.

Murong Bo's words aroused the endless fighting intent of the dead soldiers, and they all surrounded Hong Jin, the swords in their hands raised high, emitting bursts of cold light in the dark night.

"My sword is sharp and the enemy is fearless, and my sword is strong and the enemy is leaderless...... a group of black-clothed dead soldiers chanted in unison, rushing towards Hong Jin.

Hong Jin Fury!

Now the situation is very clear, the group of heroes behind the abbot of Xuan Lin is just a group of rabble, if their momentum is not stimulated, the group of heroes who participate in the village today are afraid that there will be no one alive.

Thinking of this, Hong Jin couldn't help but yell: "Kill, kill!"

A series of seven killing words, like the words of Buddhism, drank out of Hong Jin's mouth, like thunder, so that the crazy dead soldiers couldn't help but pause in their footsteps.

The dead soldiers who woke up felt a deep shame, and they killed Hong Jin with a more ferocious posture.

After a loud roar, Hong Jin's body suddenly flew up, like a white cloud, and instantly flew to the middle of the dead soldiers.

Boom!

The Jiuyang True Qi that had been accumulated for a long time swept out of Hong Jin's whole body as if it had exploded.

Several dead soldiers who were too close to Hongjin suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in their faces, and they almost couldn't stand.

Just by exerting a little force, it has such a powerful momentum, Rao is black-clothed dead soldiers are used to seeing killing all their lives, and their faces can't help but change color.

Bang!

The breath on Hong Jin's body, he suddenly struck out with a palm, and it was the "Yangguan Three Stacks" in the palm of the Six Yang of Tianshan Mountain.

Just the first stack of strength swept over more than a dozen dead soldiers, and the few dead soldiers closest to the strength were all broken and let out a scream.

"Good boy!"

Murong Bo screamed hatefully, his body turned steeply in the air, and he arrived in front of Hong Jin, and with a slap of his palm, he took the last two strengths of the "Yangguan Three Stacks" stiffly.

Stirred by the strength of the two, the dead soldiers who were closer to them flew upside down one after another, completely involuntarily.

All the dead people couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, it is not surprising that Murong Bo has this ability with decades of immersion, how can this stunned boy who came out of there have such a profound cultivation?

Murong Bo's Dou Turning Star Movement was of course wonderful, but he was in a hurry to respond to it, and it happened to be at the strongest place in Hong Jin's palm.

Forced by Hong Jin's last two strengths, Rao is Murong Bo, as a generation of heroes, involuntarily took a few steps back, stumbled and almost fell.

This time, the eyes of those black-clothed dead soldiers were almost shocked, in their minds, Murong Bo was already invincible in the world.

Who would have thought that this strange boy who came out of nowhere would be stronger than the invincible world in their minds?

Taking advantage of the stunned appearance of the black-clothed dead, Hong Jin rushed towards the crowd of black-clothed dead soldiers like a tiger entering a flock, and where the black-clothed dead soldiers were closest, he would kill them.

What a boldness!

Hong Jin Zhilu said that in this case, only by inspiring the courage of the heroes can this tough battle be won, so from the beginning, he spared no effort.

Boom!

Hong Jin threw a punch, blasting a black-clothed dead soldier, even a person with a sword, out of the air, blasting out more than three feet away, before falling to the ground with a bang, and falling straight to the flesh and blood.

Murong Bo was extremely angry, according to his calculations, after seven days of constant harassment, Xuan Lian's side was afraid that there would not be much combat power left.

Therefore, Murong Bo only brought these five hundred black-clothed dead soldiers to open their eyes and taste the thrill of killing with their own hands.

Who knew that Lu Dao's wishful thinking was completely disrupted by Hong Jin alone, and looking at Hong Jin's appearance, although he was under siege, he was still shouting and screaming, and his fighting spirit was in full swing.

Knowing that Lu Dao was in accordance with the rules of the rivers and lakes, with his name as Murong Bo, he naturally couldn't attack Hong Jin with his subordinates.

But at this moment, Murong Bo had a heart, he would kill Hong Jin.

"Kill this kid, you have what you want. Murong Bo's face turned pale, and he took the lead in killing Hong Jin.

Behind Murong Bo, hundreds of black-clothed dead soldiers slowly poured towards Hong Jin, like waves in the sea, and they must drown the isolated reef of Hong Jin.

Hong Jin gradually felt that he was powerless, although his Jiuyang True Qi was strong, the opponent he faced was too strong.

One Murong Bo alone was enough to tie with Hong Jin, and with the help of so many black-clothed dead soldiers, Hong Jin slowly fell behind.

Laugh at!

A black-clothed warrior, who was clearly one of the masters, saw a flaw, and his long sword stabbed out like a poisonous snake, stabbing right into Hong Jin's shoulder.

Whew!

Hong Jin's shoulder was cut with a bloody wound, and a sharp pain came, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Ha Luha, I stabbed him with a sword, everyone go up and kill him. The black-clothed warrior pointed the long sword in his hand at Hong Jin, and smiled very arrogantly.

Suddenly!

The black-clothed warrior's laughter stopped, and all the warriors could see clearly, and a bloody hole suddenly opened in his throat, and blood spurted out violently.

With a powerful reluctance in his eyes, the warrior finally fell down with a bang, which shook the confidence of the black-clothed dead soldiers even more.

Due to distraction, while Hong Jin used the Six-Vein Divine Sword to stab the throat of the black-clothed dead man, he was slapped fiercely by Murong Bo.

Fortunately, Hong Jin's palm power is still strong, and just like that, his figure was still beaten out of the way all of a sudden.

Before the black-clothed dead soldiers cheered in unison, they saw Hong Jin quickly stand up, he flicked the dust on his body, and he didn't seem to be injured, and his demeanor was even calmer.

When Murong Bo led the black-clothed dead soldiers, gradually surrounded Hong Jin, and was about to let him suffer the catastrophe, the abbot of Xuan Lin led the first batch of Shaolin monks, and finally rushed over quickly.

Being trapped by Murong Bo in Shenhezhuang for seven days, the abbot of Xuan Lin felt a great anger.

It's been a long time since anyone dared to provoke the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and the abbot of Xuan Lin couldn't help but roar, which shocked everyone present, and everyone was taken aback.

Because this is not an ordinary kung fu, it is a skill that is spread in Shaolin, "lion roar".

"Lion's roar" has the meaning of deterring demons, and the lion's roar of the abbot of Xuan Lonely is the authentic Shaolin sect, and it also makes the souls of the dead feel a heartfelt fear.