Four thousand nine hundred and ninety-seventh chapter moved the murder
In the blazing fire, with murderous intent in her eyes, Lingling smashed the opponent's shoulder bone with a stick. Then she took a half-step forward, flew up with her left foot and kicked the kid hard in the stomach!
"Pa", with a heavy blow, the boy grunted and flew backwards. The few boys behind saw the boy flying towards him, and they quickly stretched out their hands.
A boy hugged the boy, staggered back a few steps, and sat down on the ground. The boy in his arms spat out a mouthful of blood.
Several boys around looked up in shock. When they saw the two girls in front of them who were full of murderous intent, still staring at them with long sticks and shotguns, they quickly put the boy on the ground and backed away in horror.
Two steps, lest the two female killers in front of them take action against them again.
Xiaoya and Lingling were already furious. Just now, this group of vicious gangsters actually killed Wan Lin. Not only did they use sharp swords, but they also raised shotguns. This made Xiaoya and Lingling really murderous!
Although they tried their best to suppress the anger in their hearts and avoid hurting each other's lives, they had already used their internal strength in their moves, and their attacks were very ferocious, and they disabled the martial arts of several gun-wielding gangsters.
The monastery illuminated by the fire suddenly became quiet, and only the screams still echoed in the dim mountains. A group of boys whose weapons were shot down by Lingling all stood in the silent nunnery with their hands covering their injured arms.
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They looked in horror at the old man in white whose neck was being strangled by Wan Lin, as well as the two girls with angry eyes under the meditation room, fearing that these people would kill him again.
Usually, these boys rely on their martial arts skills and the remoteness of the mountains to do evil in this mountain area where outsiders are rarely seen. No one dares to stop their atrocities. How have they ever seen such an opponent with such fierce attacks!
At this time, the old boy, whose neck was being strangled by Wan Lin as a shield, was already choked by Wan Lin's steel-plier-like left hand. His tongue stuck out and he held Wan Lin's arm tightly with both hands.
, his face has turned a layer of dark gray.
Wan Lin saw that Xiaoya and Lingling had restrained each other, and then he released his left hand from squeezing the other person's neck and threw it to the ground. He then took a step across and grabbed the boy's chest clothes. He stared at the other person's frightened eyes coldly.
He said coldly: "Do you really think that with martial arts, you can be lawless and do evil?!"
As he spoke, he raised the long sword in his right hand and thrust it downward with great force. The sharp long sword penetrated straight into the hard floor tiles of the nunnery. A "buzzing" sound followed from the sword that shone with cold light.
He raised his right hand and pointed at Master Nianci and Mrs. Nianci who were supporting Lingyu with one hand. He angrily yelled at the old boy in front of him: "Even such a devout Buddhist monk and a weak girl,
You are all going to be so ruthless, and now you actually bring this group of bastards with murderous weapons to take revenge, do you still have any sense of humanity?"
Amidst the furious roar, Wan Lin suddenly raised his right hand and slapped the old boy hard on the face! With a crisp slap, both sides of the old boy's cheeks suddenly swelled up.
, in the blink of an eye it looked like a pig's head, with purple-red paw prints all over his face.
At this time, Wan Lin was furious, and his whole body was like a furious lion. A female monk who was unconcerned with the world and devoted herself to chanting Buddha was actually chopped off her arm by these thugs; an innocent and cute little sister was also stabbed by their sharp blades.
He was seriously injured and almost died. These gangsters have simply lost their humanity!
Now, instead of punishing his gangsters, the old man in front of him relies on his martial arts skills and carries weapons to bravely break into this pure place of Buddhism to avenge his disciples who were injured by the master in self-defense. This makes
Wan Lin could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
His left hand tightly grasped the skirt of the opponent's chest, and he rounded his right hand and slapped the opponent's face seven or eight times. Then he raised his right hand and slapped the old boy's pubic area with a "snap" sound.
He let go of his left hand, raised his right foot and kicked the old boy out, shouting angrily: "You bastard, people like you are not worthy of martial arts, get out!"
Wan Lin's roar in rage was like a thunder that resounded through the night-shrouded mountains, and the towering peaks in the distance echoed with a "buzzing" echo.
In the blazing fire of the nunnery, the old man in white who was kicked out by Wan Lin flew backwards with his body hunched over. A mouthful of blood spurted out from the old boy's mouth. He rolled his eyes upward in the air and passed out.
There was silence in the nunnery! A group of gangsters were stunned by the scene in front of them. They all stared at the old man in white in shock. No one dared to reach out to catch their elder.
At this time, the old man in black who had been knocked away by Wan Lin's palm had been picked up by several of his men. He took half a step forward with a pale face and reached out to hug the old man in white who was flying towards him.
At this time, he had already seen that his eldest brother, who was once known as a man of unparalleled martial arts and profound internal strength, had, like himself, had his decades of martial arts crippled by the palm of a young man in front of him!
At this moment, the livid-faced boy sitting on the stretcher suddenly let out a heart-rending shout: "Dad!" In the midst of the roar, he suddenly picked up the shotgun that Lingling had just shot down from the ground.
Just when the boy was about to raise his shotgun, a low chant of "Amitabha" suddenly sounded in the nunnery. Master Tianjue, who had been standing quietly behind Wan Lin just now, suddenly swayed from Wan Lin's side.
In a flash, she appeared in front of this boy like a ghost.
At the moment when everyone was stunned, Master Tianjue's right foot had already stretched forward like lightning. "Pa", a crisp sound of hitting followed from the kid's lower abdomen, and Master Tianjue's angry voice sounded at the same time: "Pack!"
Fornicators, there is no need to keep the bane of people like you!"
"Oops..." followed by a shrill scream. The boy on the stretcher threw away the shotgun, covered his lower abdomen with both hands and fell backwards on the stretcher.
Wan Lin, Xiaoya and Lingling were shocked by Master Tianjue's furious voice. They all thought that Master Tianjue, who was known as Master Tianjue, had killed the lewd thief in front of him in anger, which would lead to a life-threatening lawsuit!
But then they saw Master Tai's right foot flying lightly, and they immediately understood that this Master Tian Jue had been serving the Buddha for decades. She had suppressed the anger in her heart, and only destroyed the other person in her rage.
His skills and this evil thief!
Master Tianjue destroyed the little lecher's kung fu with one kick. She swayed and suddenly appeared in front of the boy in black holding the old man in white. She stared at him with cold eyes, and a cold feeling suddenly surged from her body.