The Shaolin warrior monks were waiting for the battle, all of them with solemn expressions, exuding a powerful aura all over their bodies, which shocked many people.

In front of the Shaolin monks, the three old monks stood there, standing still, but like three mountains, standing there, unshakable.

This is a terrifying force that, once it erupts, can sweep away one side.

But at this time, many warrior monks in Shaolin looked solemn and did not dare to have the slightest carelessness. Tonight is destined to be a bloody battle, and the strong men of all sides will take action to snatch the Dharma Relic.

"Quack."

With a strange laugh, a black shadow swooped down and rushed directly inside.

The three old monks didn't make a move, but those young warrior monks looked cold, and the long sticks in their hands smashed out, directly smashing at the black shadow.

The black shadow dodged again and again, but it couldn't stop the overwhelming stick shadow, and was hit by one of them and fell to the ground.

In an instant, the surrounding warrior monks swarmed up and instantly overwhelmed it.

The black shadow is definitely a strong man, at least at the top of the realm, he was killed like this, and there was no suspense at all, which made the hearts of those who were hiding in the dark to watch cold. Only some of them still looked disdainful, their eyes fixed on the faces of the Shaolin monks, with a sneer.

It was some great power, with the idea that the Dharma relics would be obtained.

Gu Feng and the others also appeared, but they stood in the distance and did not approach.

They are absolutely strong, but they don't want to be the first bird, otherwise it is very likely to cause a group to attack them.

"Dharma relics are Shaolin holy relics, all of you are in the rivers and lakes, please go back." An old monk began, and his voice was like a thunderbolt, and there was a buzzing sound in the ears of the people who shook him.

The old monk was the one Gu Feng met during the day, but at this time, he was full of Buddha light, exuding a powerful momentum, like a big mountain lying there, impossible to cross.

"Xuanyan, he is stronger, one foot has already stepped into that realm." Seeing the old monk, Lan Sheng sighed, looking a little embarrassed.

His current strength is not under the Xuan Difficulty, but Lan Sheng also understands that if Gu Feng hadn't saved him, he would probably have been buried at this time, and compared with the Xuan Difficulty, he would have made a judgment.

"Seniors don't need to sigh, you are an external cultivator, ten times more difficult than internal cultivation, it is not a big deal to have this achievement, but the predecessors entered the martial arts with external skills, and they are about to break into that legendary realm, which is unique." Gu Feng praised sincerely.

Lan Sheng smiled, knowing that Gu Feng was comforting himself, he said calmly: "I have self-knowledge, even if I cultivate the inner family, I may not be stronger than Xuan Yan, he is indeed a martial arts genius." ”

"Hmph, I'll kill him in a moment."

Ito Mingyu suddenly snorted coldly and said murderously.

She didn't have a good impression of Shaolin, and the last incident made this Dongying female sword saint full of murderous intent. almost lost three juniors who had a good relationship with her, and whenever she thought of this, her murderous intent boiled.

Gu Feng and Colorless were a little moved, no matter what, Ito Mingyu did treat them as children, and they were unusually short-guarded, and they couldn't allow others to hurt them a little.

Lan Sheng didn't speak, just chuckled.

A supreme warrior is killed, but it doesn't mean that everyone is willing to retreat.

The old monk on the left of Xuan Nan suddenly snorted coldly, and pressed down in one direction with one palm.

There was nothing in the place, but there was a muffled grunt, and then a puff of smoke rose, and it was calm again.

The two bends of the silver moon hung high, and then landed, turning into two sword lights and slashing towards the old monk.

The old monk's hands and shi, his treasure was solemn, and he suddenly pointed out.

A golden Buddha light rushed up and sank into the silver moon. The two silver moons shattered and dissipated into the air. The man who shot it snorted, and then retreated completely.

"The ninjas of the Silver Moon Stream, they're here too." Ito Akita's eyes flashed.

"Buzz."

There was a soft sound in the air, and a man appeared and shot at the three old monks.

This is a middle-aged man, extremely powerful, he shot out three true qi and bombarded the three of Xuanbei. The ghosts and gods roared, and there was a cry between heaven and earth, like a terrible ghost roaring, extremely terrifying.

The three old monks changed color, and they shot together, blasting out a Buddha light to block the attack of the middle-aged man.

"Ghost Lord, what are you doing?" Xuan Nan asked, his expression a little ugly.

The ghost lord Luo Xiongying, in Huaxia, is with the top powerhouse, he fights three with one, does not fall behind at all, and is full of ghosts, but the momentum is even more a god, mighty.

"Don't do anything, borrow your relics for use." Luo Xiongying said lightly, his black hair danced, and his whole body exuded a domineering aura like a substance.

As the sect leader of the Ghost Sect, Luo Xiongying regarded himself as a male master, even in the face of a big faction like Shaolin, he was full of confidence, so he was not prepared to be polite to them.

"The Dharma relics are sacred relics of Buddhism, and they cannot be handed over to others lightly." Xuan Yan said lightly.

"Then I'll have to rob it." Luo Xiongying's expression was calm.

Xuan Nan didn't speak, but the old monk on his right snorted coldly, and a cold electricity flashed in his eyes: "I'm afraid you don't have that ability." ”

"Really?"

A grim smile provoked at the corner of his mouth, and Luo Xiongying shot at the old monk.

The old monk smiled with flowers, and a finger force struck out, making Luo Xiongying's face change and quickly dodge.

A scream came, and the finger didn't miss, hitting an ambushed man, piercing him.

Luo Xiongying's face changed slightly, he didn't expect the other party's finger power to be so deep, his expression became slightly solemn, and he didn't dare to be careless.

The two fought each other, constantly colliding, and after more than a dozen moves, Luo Xiongying's face changed, and he was smashed in the chest by the old monk's punch, he took a few steps back, and his expression was cold.

"Hmph."

With a cold snort, Luo Xiongying turned around and left.

Since he was defeated, he didn't have the idea of staying here, otherwise he would only add to the laughing stock.

The sect masters of the Ghost Sect were defeated, and everyone realized the strength of Shaolin. They were obviously prepared, and they were not afraid of anyone coming to snatch the Dharma relics.

"This group of stinky monks seems to be very well prepared, they should have made a bloody investment, and I'm afraid there will be changes in a while." Gu Feng's expression was a little dignified.

"It's okay, with me and Miss Ito here, no one else can snatch the Damo Relic, so you can rest assured." Lan Sheng said confidently.

Gu Feng nodded, looking at the situation in the field.

After a while, a large group of people walked out and surrounded the people of Shaolin Temple in the middle.

The three old monks looked solemn and calm, as if they didn't put each other in their eyes at all.

"There are others, you all come out, don't hide it." It was difficult to speak.