Yuan Rong looked at Jie coldly, with a pair of sinister eyes like a vulture, unabashedly flashing a cunning and insidious light.
"Yuanrong, you son of a bitch, can you kill us and the Buddhist believers in the world?" Yuanji pointed at Yuanrong's nose and cursed fiercely, "Aren't you afraid that all the monks in the world will turn against you?
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Yuan Rong laughed even crazier and wilder: "I thought that just to give the precepts was stupid enough, but I didn't expect you to be even more stupid than to take the precepts. To kill you, I made Xuan the abbot and the supervisor of the temple.
I will randomly find someone to sit on top of the first seat in the hall. Anyway, this Shaolin has recruited so many lay monks in recent years. If I add some more, who will notice? Shaolin will still be Shaolin, but it will be Shaolin without fools like you!
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After hearing this, Liao Jie was startled. He didn't expect that his drastic reforms of more than ten years would allow such a young person to sneak into Shaolin.
"You have been waiting for so many years, Yuan Rong, you are really very patient." Liao Jie said, "But you have to let us know who you are working for? Jiangzuo Dynasty?"
"Hehe, of course you are doing things for my Buddha, but you believe in the Tathagata Buddha of the West, while I believe in the Buddha of Promotion and Fortune. Now you know what you want to know, are you four going to kill it on your own, or let us do it?
"Yuanrong said, pointing to the fascinated Shaolin leaders beside him, "As for you, there is no need to waste your time and hope that they can use their internal strength to force them out of the intoxicating drug. This drug is the top-notch intoxicating drug prepared by the Seven Saints of the Western Regions.
——In the fog, let alone the leader of Shaolin, even a tiger has to sleep for seven or eight hours."
The night was almost over, and the sun was already showing on the horizon, but the sun was obscured by the fog and looked hazy and illusory.
Liao Jie narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "I can be destroyed, Shaolin can be destroyed, but the Buddha cannot be destroyed." As he said, he took a deep breath of inner energy and said loudly: "Shaolin regular disciples, please hurry up.
Go down the mountain and tell this matter to the masters of temples all over the world."
As he said this, his body was ejected in an instant. His cassock was wrapped in the wind and moved like a light fallen leaf or a swift short arrow.
The Shaolin disciples were stunned for a moment when they heard the sound of the precepts. When they saw him, they flew up. Knowing that the abbot had made the decision to die, they all flew out of the temple.
And the fifty swordsmen in black were also confused by the sudden change in the situation. They didn't know for a moment whether to kill the hostage first, chase the fleeing monk first, or fight the monk first.
Yuan Rong obviously didn't expect that he would be so strong after quitting the ring, and he was stunned for three blinks of an eye.
In the blink of an eye, in the blink of an eye, Ling Jie used the Kurong Magic Kung Fu, Qiao Zhenyue used his unique skills to charge the bullfight, Yuan Ji, and Cheng Wu each used their unique Shaolin skills to join the battle.
But Yuanrong is Yuanrong after all, and the panic in his eyes suddenly turned back to confidence, calmness, and pride. He ordered in an orderly manner: "The first team chases people, the second team kills, and the third, fourth, and fifth teams fight.
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Following his order, a whole formation of black-clothed swordsmen set out one after another.
In the flash of sword light, ten swordsmen flew down the mountain to pursue the fleeing monk. The ten swordsmen swung their swords to kill the Shaolin leader who fell on the ground. The other thirty swordsmen went straight towards Jie, Qiao Zhenyue and others.
people.
The light of the sword, the shadow of blood, the cry to kill, the head.
On a cold morning, in the cold wind, the bamboo forest behind the courtyard kept moaning in a low voice. Between the rocks, a small red flower sprouted, with green leaves and bright red flowers.
Suddenly, the red flower became more and more beautiful, and a drop of blood splashed on the petals - it was so beautiful that it was so beautiful.
And beside this flower, there stood a head, Chengzang's head. There were swords clanging in his ears, fists and palms touching beside him, and blood splattering and corpses flying in front of his eyes, but he could no longer stop the killing.
cutting,
The blade can't hold back, and the murderous aura is attacking people. The bamboos are moving and the flowers are shaking, which is full of desolation and killing.
Liao Jie has become a different person now. His face is still full of wrinkles, and his beard and hair are still so pale, but he no longer looks old or haggard!
His old face was already shining with a bright light.
This Kung Rong Kung Fu is his original technique, so-called one wither and one with glory. The withered person keeps a low profile, while the glorious person shows his sharp edge. Each move is retracted and fired, showing both the brilliance of the edge and the depth of silence.
Draw the sword.
Two black-clothed swordsmen have stopped in front of Jie Shen.
This sword is a good sword, and the swordsmanship is first-rate. One of them used the Soul-Destroying Sword Technique of the Zhang Family of Jiangxi Soul-Destroying Star, and the other used the Pixing-Zhanyue Sword Technique of the Ganlong Xingxing Sect.
The two swords attack together, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, destroying souls and killing lives.
But Liaojie waved his hands, and the force of his palms penetrated the chests of the two men like the wind rushing through the forest. Two shrill wails instantly echoed through the sky. With just one blow, the two first-class swordsmen lost their lives. They were still alive.
They want to make a name for themselves with their first-class swordsmanship, but now they can only lie on the cold bluestone with this first-class swordsmanship.
The wind became stronger, passing through the forest with a shrill whistle, like a sigh from hell.
On the other side of the ring, Qiao Zhenyue let out a long roar and jumped out from a group of black-clothed swordsmen. His body was like a rainbow, soaring into the sky. Using the inner strength of the angry bullfight, he used the "Wind and Thunder Walk" move in the air.
, and ran straight to Shuang'er's side.
The four swordsmen wanted to stop them, so they swung their swords and flew away into the wind. These four were all good at using swords. Among them, the one with the best swordsmanship and the most brilliant swordsmanship was a disciple of the Bohai Ba Dao Sect. With one hand, he could cut steel!
The four people raised the terrifying sword light, and four rays of silver light burst out in the mist.
Qiao Zhenyue's arms shook, dodging the sword light, flipping upside down in the air, and his arms burst into layers of red. At first, the red only appeared on his two arms, but in an instant it gathered all over his body, and in the blink of an eye,
Even the surrounding white mist was dyed red.
The four swordsmen were stunned for a moment, and a sea of red like a wave hit them head-on!
Qiao Zhenyue's move was powerful enough to shake people's hearts.
Just four sounds of "clang, clang, clang, clang" were heard, sparks flew, and the four good knives were all broken into two pieces. When the knife was broken, four masses of blood mist exploded in an instant, spreading around Qiao Zhenyue, like a
It rained blood.
Qiao Zhenyue did not stop, and flew towards Shuang'er, picked up Shuang'er, and grabbed a Shaolin leader by the way, turned around and ran towards the Jie Chan room. He grabbed Shuang'er in this way, and both his hands were occupied.
, can only run wildly without daring to stop for a moment.
Even so, Xuan still took advantage of the opportunity.
Liao Xuan took a step forward and flew towards Qiao Zhenyue. Normally, Qiao Zhenyue would have left Liao Xuan behind with a "Wind and Thunder Walk", but now that he was carrying two people, although he would not be caught up by Liao Xuan,
But it was also within arm's length of Xuan.
Xuan snorted and slapped Qiao Zhenyue's vest with his palm!
Qiao Zhenyue was carrying two people on his shoulders. He could neither dodge sideways nor use his palms to block each other. He could only use his internal strength to resist the palm. Even though he had the "Qi Rushing Bullfighting" internal strength to protect his body, he was still beaten.
Liao Xuan staggered and fell to the ground, rolling three times.
On the other side, Cheng Wu and Yuan Ji are not weak in martial arts. Although they are entangled with those swordsmen, they can still tell the winner after dozens of moves. On the contrary, Ling Jie and Yuan Rong are fighting together.
Time can't get away from me.
Yuan Rong relied on his large numbers and together with six black-clothed swordsmen, surrounded Jie.
But Liao Jie's Kung Rong Divine Art was really overbearing. Even if Yuan Rong and the other seven people came together, they did not take any advantage. In the light of the sword, Liao Jie's two pairs of fleshy palms burst out with a jade-like brilliance, and he forcibly fought.
The knife light crushed it and tore it into pieces.
"Master, let me help you!"
Before he finished speaking, a figure rushed to Jie's side.
Li Jie turned around and took a look, seeing that he was awakened, his heart became more determined immediately, and his palms flew with more strength. But just when he turned around to fight Yuan Rong's seven men, a short dagger stabbed him diagonally from the ribs.
