Xin Han also killed the red eyes, since he opened the killing ring, then kill it happily, the Yitian Sword in his hand swung out, sending out more than a dozen Yitian Sword Qi, and attacked more than a dozen high-ranking monks of the Xuanzi generation.

These dozen or so sword qi were not to hurt the enemy, but only to hinder the enemy, and when more than a dozen masters showed their magic to deal with the sword qi, Xin Hanzhan sword rushed towards the ordinary disciples again.

The long sword flew over, the sword qi was agitated, and killing ordinary disciples was like chopping melons and vegetables, and the Shaolin disciples were suddenly killed and injured.

"Stop!" All the senior monks of the Xuanzi generation exclaimed in unison, looking at the disciples who had suffered heavy casualties, these senior monks and great virtues could no longer hold their breath, their eyes were split, and they shouted angrily at Xin Han.

Xin Han sneered in his heart, when he beat me, he used all kinds of tricks so happily, did he know that he was distressed when he died, what did he do earlier.

In the blink of an eye, there were more than 100 Shaolin disciples who died at Xin Han's hands, and there were junior disciples all over the place.

Several senior monks of the Xuanzi generation who still had reason glanced at each other, and they all saw a trace of determination in each other's eyes, Xuan Pain, Xuan Zhen, Xuan Difficulty, the three masters attacked at the same time, to isolate Xin Han from the ordinary monks.

Xin Han did not retreat, and the two sword qi passed, forcing back Xuan Pain and Xuan Zhen, and one move shocked the 'sleeve of the Xuan's difficulty' for hundreds of miles.

'Boom', the two forces touched, and the sleeves of Xuan Nan's clothes, which were as strong as steel after being transported with internal force, suddenly exploded, and under the rebound of the huge force, Xuan Yan and Xin Han took two steps back at the same time.

Between the two, countless pieces of shattered sleeve cloth flew in the sky like butterflies.

Seeing that Xin Han was shaken back, Xuan Ci thought that his internal strength was not strong, and wanted to take the opportunity to beat Xin Han to death, so he rushed up suddenly, and slapped three palms in a row The overwhelming palm power of the 'Donkey Kong palm power' pressed towards Xin Han.

Xin Han had a sneer on his face, and the Heavenly Sword exerted the breaking momentum in the Nine Swords, but he didn't see how to behave, but just waved the sword casually. The power of the palm in the sky was all broken.

Xuan Ci didn't know what to be afraid of at this time, and seeing that his palm power was useless, he directly used his dragon claw hand to grab Xin Han.

Xin Han stabbed Xuan Ci in the heart with a backhand, this time it was fast and ruthless, and Xuan Ci, who had been fascinated by hatred, didn't know how to dodge at all, and pounced on him with a defeat and a loss of both.

"Amitabha!" At this moment, a Buddha call was like an empowerment, which made the Shaolin monks full of murderous intent and Xin Han clear their minds.

Retreating from the impulse of blood, the monks looked in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall. Like the hellish scene of Shura, I can't help but subconsciously stop and watch.

An invisible and soft force between Xin Han and Xuan Ci separated the two of them to the sides.

Xin Han's sword has absolute certainty to kill Xuan Ci, how can it be counted like this.

When the true qi of the Northern Darkness was about to urge the Dao to the extreme, more than a dozen sword qi shot out in an instant, slashing through that soft power, and a sword swept towards Xuan Ci, hitting Xuan Ci's shoulder.

An arm left his body, and Xuan Ci couldn't help but snort. He took a few steps back, and at the same time moved his fingers like flying, and pressed a few times on the wound, and the blood stopped immediately.

"Enough! Donor, please stop! "A loud shout is like a flood of bells. Towards the cold face.

Xin Han suddenly burst out laughing wildly, bursts of strange laughter as if coming from the hellish underworld, which was terrifying, and this laughter immediately dispersed the sound like a loud bell. Two sound waves cancel each other out in the air.

This laugh was the launch of the 'Ghost Prison Yin Wind Roar' on the Nine Yin True Scripture, which immediately dispersed the other party's sound waves.

Xin Han retreated in front of the women and looked forward. I saw that between him and the senior monks of the Shaolin Xuanzi generation, I don't know when, there was already an old monk in a green robe, thin with white eyebrows and white beard.

"What do you mean, master?" Xin Han stood in front of him with the Heavenly Sword, and in front of this one, even he didn't dare to take it lightly.

'Sweeping monk', looking at the shape, you know that it is the first boss in the Tianlong world, to be honest, Xin Han stimulates Xuan Ci, and it has come to this point, in fact, he also faintly wants to lure this big boss out in his heart, he wants to see what kind of realm the sweeping monk is, and how powerful it is.

The old monk glanced at the surroundings full of stumps and blood, clasped his hands together like compassion, recited a Buddha name again, and then raised his eyes and glared at Xin Han: "Is the donor's unconsciously shot too cruel and cruel?" ”

Xin Han seemed to have a smile on his face: "Then according to the master's opinion, should I be arrested, let the Shaolin monks kill if they want to, fight if they want, and they can't fight back?" ”

The old monk raised his eyebrows, shook his head and said: "I'm not saying that you can't protect yourself, but your martial arts are much higher than them, so why bother to kill more!" ”

Xin Leng smiled: "The master said that he was joking, the Shaolin monks broke into my wife's residence at night, and I stopped them from using force I wanted to find the Shaolin abbot to reason, but I didn't expect that just now, the abbot Xuanci ordered the monks to besiege me, whether they live or die." ”

Xin Han explained the cause and effect, and laughed loudly: "May I ask the master, even in this case, can't you kill the killer?" Then I'll just stand still and not fight back, and let you Shaolin thief monks hack and kill! ”

"This" The old monk was speechless for a while, he didn't know what happened before, if it was according to what the other party said, it was too much bullying on the Shaolin side.

The Shaolin monks all came back to their senses, suppressed their impulsiveness, and when they heard Xin Han say, they felt that today's battle was inexplicable, it was originally a martial arts competition, but it turned into a group fight.

The monks looked at the stumps and broken arms on the ground, and listened to the ** sound of injuries from the same door around them. I couldn't help but chant the Buddha's name in unison.

The old monk turned to Xuan Ci and saluted: "Dare to ask the abbot, I don't know what this donor said is the truth." ”

Xuan Ci snorted coldly with red eyes: "Who are you, if the monks of this temple must listen to the orders of the poor monks, quickly beat the person in front of you to death, otherwise I will expel you from the temple." ”

The old monk was stunned for a moment, looked Xuan Ci up and down, and Xuan Ci said angrily: "Look at what, all the disciples listen to the order, kill me!" ”

The old monk shook his head and said, "No wonder, it turned out to be a demon." After speaking, he walked towards Xuan Ci.

When he said this, all the senior monks of the Xuanzi generation found that Xuan Ci had a hateful face and fierce eyes, and it was really a demonic appearance, and when he saw the old monk walking towards Xuan Ci, he couldn't help but worry and reminded; "Master, be careful."

The old monk shook his head and said, "It's okay! He took two steps in front of Xuan Ci and pressed his hand towards Xuan Ci's head.

Xuan Ci's state at this time, in modern terms, is to receive serious stimulation, mental disorder, in the words of Buddhism, is to be blinded by hatred, that is, the so-called demonization. His mind was blinded, and it was not his intention to be motivated by hatred in what he was doing now.

Xin Han also felt that he had gone too far to stimulate this thief baldness, so he immediately watched it with peace of mind.

Xuan Ci's right arm was cut off by Xin Han, and with the remaining arm, when he saw the old monk grabbing him, he suddenly shouted: "Look for death!" Suddenly, he slapped at the old monk.

His shot was the 'Donkey Kong palm power', but when the palm power reached three feet in front of the old monk, it seemed to encounter a layer of extremely soft, but extremely hard barrier, and the wave sounded. The palm power was dissipated without a trace.

The old monk was unconscious, one hand was pressing on the top door of Xuan Ci, Xuan Ci was touched by him as if he had been struck by lightning, closed his eyes, and his body suddenly felt like chaff, and he trembled involuntarily.

The old monk whispered: "Idiot, don't wake up yet!" ”

As soon as he drank, Xuan Ci suddenly opened his eyes, only to see that his eyes were clear. The red had long since receded, and after Xuan Ci opened his eyes, his body was still trembling, visible to the naked eye from his forehead. Beads of sweat continued to pour out, and I sweated profusely after just breathing, all over my face, and a few more breaths. I was soaked with Han water.

Finally, he stopped trembling and let out a long exhale. One palm on his chest: "Thank you master for driving out the demons in your heart for the disciple, the disciple almost made a big mistake and fell into the hell of Ah Nose." ”

The old monk smiled with satisfaction: "It's okay, it's okay, knowing your mistakes can improve a lot." ”

Xuan Ci bowed to the old monk to the end, and then got up and said to several elders of the Xuanzi generation: "Xuan Ci made a big mistake in his early years, and his heart was not perfect, so he was invaded by the demons in his heart, and it was really Xuan Ci's fault alone. ”

"From today on, Xuan Ci will retreat and repent, and as for the position of abbot, you can decide for yourself." After saying that, Xuan Ci walked in the direction of the Discipline Academy.

"Wait! I don't care about your business, but today's matter, you must give me an explanation. "Xin Han is not happy, you old monk said to do it, pat your ass and want to leave after the beating, how can it be so easy.

Xuan Ci looked at Xin Han, his face was sad or joyless, and said: "Donor, the reason why I was invaded by the demon in my heart is inseparable from you, and I have so many disciples who have been killed and injured in Shaolin, and I will not pursue it with you, you should go down the mountain from time to time." ”

Xuan Ci meant: "I made it like this, it's not all because of your verbal stimulation, you are also responsible for this matter." ”

Xin Han said disdainfully: "It's a joke, if you don't do bad things, how can you be afraid of ghosts calling the door, you will go crazy if I say a few words, this can also depend on me, tell you, if the Shaolin Temple does not satisfy me today, I will wash Shaolin in blood, and let Shaolin be removed from Wulin from now on!" ”

As soon as he said this, the other monks thought he was arrogant, although they had seen his strength and knew that his martial arts were superb, but to say that Shaolin was removed from the rivers and lakes, it was a bit big.

The nameless old monk frowned and said, "Donor, what do you need to do?" ”

Xin Han raised the Heavenly Sword and pointed at the old monk from afar: "I want to fight with you!" Regardless of whether this battle is won or lost, the festival between me and Shaolin will be written off! ”

The old monk thought about it for a while before he said, "Okay, donor, please make a move." ”

Xin Han had long been curious about the strength of the sweeping monk, and had long wanted to see what kind of realm he was, so he immediately leaned on the heavenly sword and swung it, and with a move, he 'broke the momentum', bringing out a sword qi and stabbing at the old monk.

The old monk didn't dodge or dodge, and let the sword qi stab, but when the sword qi reached three feet in front of him, it was blocked by the qi wall, and he barely entered the qi wall for half a foot, and it was eliminated invisibly.

Xin Han's real killing move was not in the sword qi, but in the 'breaking momentum' of the Yitian Sword's move, only to see the Yitian Sword swim forward in a mysterious route, not affected by the qi wall at all, and it reached the old monk's chest in the blink of an eye.

The old monk was not panicked, and only stretched out his two fingers towards the tip of the sword, which was bound to be obtained, and there seemed to be countless changes.

Xin Han smiled slightly, his arm probed, and the tip of the sword pointed at the elbow of the old monk, no matter how many changes you have, they will never deviate from its sect, this sword can be called unchanged to respond to all changes.

The old monk sighed, as if he was amazed at the wonder of the 'Nine Swords', and turned slightly sideways, avoided the sword, and suddenly reached out to grab Xin Han's arm. (To be continued.) )

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