readx;? Although the little monk Mingyuan had experienced countless bloody battles, it did not mean that he could ignore such a terrifying attack, and the mysterious spell under his eyes flickered, slowing down the trajectory of this knife. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The moment the mysterious Soul Breaker Blade was wielded, the flow of air seemed to have stagnated for half a breath, and then the huge energy that entered the sea stirred up the space, tearing everything apart with an unstoppable attitude.

Whew!

The little monk of Mingyuan dodged and moved three times in succession, until he was far away from a distance of more than ten zhang, and then he blocked with a horizontal knife, his neck shrunk, and he seemed to be extremely afraid of the next aftermath.

Boom!

A hill in Mt. Shomuro landslides directly, and a small hill of four or five meters is tilted down the cliff, and the sound of the crash makes people tremble.

As far as the eye can see, the slippery rock wall is as smooth as a mirror, as if it has been carefully polished.

The little monk of Mingyuan was also frightened by this terrifying knife, but he didn't expect that the other party had not yet exerted all his strength, and he could cut off half of the mountain with one knife.

Boom!

A sound of Adam's apple swallowing saliva came from Tai Hua's mouth, and he never thought that he could have such power under his forty percent strength, completely exceeding the full force before he was promoted.

Can't let the other party go on so unscrupulously, the little monk Mingyuan's heart sank slightly, the power of the spiritual weapon made him feel cold, and no one could guarantee that the two sides would not be cut down if they fought to the death.

In an instant, the little monk Mingyuan decided to use the deeper moves of the forbidden martial arts of Buddhism such as "Three Swords of the Nose Passage", although this is a supreme horror secret book, but for the load on the body, the erosion of the mind is quite serious.

With the recovery speed of the little monk Mingyuan now, he can perfectly control the first two styles of "Three Swords of the Nose Road", and the price paid for thinking of using the third form is definitely beyond imagination.

"I can't care about it, if I don't snipe this fang quickly, I'm afraid I'll be the one who will die!" Mingyuan's little monk was secretly ruthless in his heart, holding the Dark Pattern Xuanyue Knife, and there were blazing sparks flashing in his eyes.

"The first style of "Three Knives of the Nose Road", infernal killing, seven consecutive slashes!"

With a low shout, the muscles of the little monk Mingyuan's whole body tightened, and the whole body showed a spiral state, and in an instant, Taihua, who was more than ten zhang away, felt as if he was being targeted by a wild beast.

This feeling has never been felt even in Zhimin, the old monk who caused the fall of the Heavenly Comet, and the little monk Mingyuan had actually sensed the knife in advance and successfully avoided it, which made him feel a chill.

"It turns out that he has such a talent, no wonder he dares to make a big fuss in front of me, die!"

The highest level of the Infernal Killing Dao is seven consecutive slashes, and the first knife of the little monk of Ming Yuan directly soared out of the extreme of the first knife of "The Three Swords of the Nose Road", although there is a sense of temptation in it, but it is also equivalent to fighting with all his strength.

Seven strange and tricky sword qi swept through the major dead corners of Taihua's knife in an instant, and the surging knife qi cut everything wantonly, and in an instant, the two blood openings collapsed, and the blazing blood dripped onto the ground.

The advanced grandmaster's Taihua one-knife combat consciousness is quite terrifying, and he can easily kill the seven consecutive slashes of the peak master of the ten grades, but he actually relied on his powerful body to dodge the five slashes, and the remaining two swords only made him scratch a little skin.

Mingyuan was amazed, the physique of the demon is simply a monster compared to the ordinary human race, especially the upper level of the demon, the strength of the physique is the same as that of the green barbarian royal family.

An ordinary grandmaster-level powerhouse was touched by seven consecutive slashes, at least he was missing arms and legs, and he was not lightly injured, but Taihua's knife was only a skin cut and bleeding.

"What a sharp and weird knife technique, I was almost yin by this little bald donkey, damn it too much to underestimate the little monster in the world, could it be that he is also the reincarnation of the great Buddha Sect?"

Taihua scolded secretly in his heart, he was very curious before, why the old monk who could manifest the phantom of the Buddha would rather die in battle than let the little bald donkey escape, it turned out that the other party's qualifications were so high.

Wait! Could it be that the fall of the comet is closely related to this little bald donkey, rather than the old immortal monk he had previously determined?

Tai Hua's eyes narrowed, his narrow pupils were like poisonous snakes, and he looked at the little monk Mingyuan in the distance, his heart was congested and his face was red.

Can't see through!

In an instant, Tai Hua formed an impression in his heart, although he was a grandmaster-level king, holding a half-spirit weapon soul breaking sword, he could fight the grandmaster-level peak extreme realm overlord, but he still couldn't see through this little monk who was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Who are you? Can't you just be a little monk struggling in this world?"

The voice of surprise exploded in the air with a puzzled voice, Taihua held the Soul Breaking Knife with a knife, and posed the prototype of his own extreme knife technique, no matter what way the other party came from, he must be killed.

Countless demons in the underground want to break free from the supreme seal of ten thousand years ago and reappear in the world, these heavenly powerhouses will be the biggest obstacle to the future demon army, and now while the other party has not yet grown up, it is best to kill it.

The little monk Mingyuan took a deep breath, the divine light in his eyes became more and more bright, and the breath of the whole person was no longer peaceful, and a deep tyranny and terror from the heart were brewing.

"Do you want to know, it's a pity that you don't have this life, the Soul Breaking Sword, maybe you can still let the deity perform the complete third form of the "Three Swords of the Nose Passage"!"

The aura of the two erupted to the peak state in a very short period of time, and the two figures were instantly activated like thunder, and the collision of death was staged, and the rushing power was almost covering a radius of hundreds of meters.

The Phantom of Death from the Soul Slashing Ruthless Knife!

The six reincarnations of "Three Knives of the Nose Road"!

Boom!

The ground beneath his feet was collapsing, and the terrifying energy swept through everything around him, and the leaves that fell from the trees were like being swept away by a violent wind and tsunami, and they were shattered into a pile of powder in an instant.

Mountains and rocks splashed, ancient trees broke their roots, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which covers an area of thousands of square meters, was crumbling under the collision of these two terrifying forces.

Compared to the fighting method with the old monk Zhimin, there is no more terrifying destructive power between the two, almost catching up with the duel between the Round Wheel King and the Lionheart King.

The deafening roar lasted for a long time, and as the foothills of the mountain moved forward, the faces of the dozens of stick monks of the Discipline Academy, who wanted to climb to the top of the mountain, changed abruptly.

"Shhhh

The face of the first great monk of the Precept Academy, who was almost dripping, and at the same time his heart was trembling, who was trying to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in vain, causing such a huge battle movement, and if he was not careful, he would destroy the Shaolin Holy Land.

The great monk Dewu is anxious, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the foundation of the rise of Shaolin Temple, and it is also the greatest desire of hundreds of disciples of Shaolin Temple today, and there is absolutely no room for loss!

"Hurry up, hurry, what are you still doing in a daze, all go up the mountain to this seat, even if you die in battle, you have to protect the safety of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but anyone who is wrong, you will be killed directly!"

The tone of rage was like the roar of a beast king, and when faced with this situation, the monks with compassion could not restrain their desire to kill, and even the words of cane death popped out unintentionally.

The mountain road collapsed, it was extremely difficult to climb, and it took more than half an hour to climb the mountain, and the great monk Dewu summoned hundreds of monks to clean up the broken stones and trees step by step, and then climbed to the top of the mountain.

The scene they saw made them feel terrified, more than a dozen buildings on the top of the mountain basically collapsed, half of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was destroyed, and most of the pillars made of crystal rock in the center were cracked.

The chaotic gravel almost smashed the hundreds of zhang square circle on the top of the mountain, and the smoke and dust in the sky were still falling from the Suosuo, which was equivalent to complete dilapidation.

Hundreds of warrior monks looked at this terrifying destructive power with all their faces in front of each other, gasping between their teeth, and their faces turned pale.

Is this really human-caused?

Even after the martial arts cultivation has reached the peak of the super-first-class in the rivers and lakes, it has already exceeded the imagination of ordinary people, and after stepping into the grandmaster-level king, it is even more transcendent, and it can have the power of shattering mountains and cracking stones.

But after all, this is just a rumor, and there are only so many people in the rivers and lakes who are powerful and powerful, and there are very few who are lucky enough to see their decisive battles.

After seeing such an inhuman destruction today, the eyes of the warrior monks of Shaolin Temple were filled with a kind of desire and respect, they Shaolin Temple had just been built and there was such a strong man to protect it, why not worry about not being able to win the overlord sect in the future.

The chaotic scene made the great monk Dewu quickly come back to his senses, but it was Master Zhimin and Master Mingyuan who guarded the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, why did they disappear at this time?

"First seat, come and have a look!"

A warrior monk suddenly roared in horror, drawing his gaze to the past, and following the direction pointed by the warrior monk, everyone's hearts throbbed fiercely.

As far as the eye can see, a huge trench that is more than half a zhang deep and more than ten zhang long is connected to the edge of the cliff, and dozens of corpses are scattered horizontally, and the flesh and blood are blurred and frightening.

"Shouldn't the enemy who came to attack fall off the cliff with Shizu and the others?" a junior monk speculated in horror.

Many monks around were in a heartbeat, especially the great monk Dewu, who hastily observed the traces on the edge of the cliff for a long time before sighing, confirming that someone must have fallen off the cliff.

"Tell to go down, the Discipline Academy, the Protector Court, and all the inner disciples will all go down the mountain to the bottom of the cliff to find the traces of Uncle Mingyuan, and be careful not to be known by outsiders to see the flaws. ”

Dozens of warrior monks around him clasped their fists and shouted in a low voice: "Respect the first decree of the martial arts!"

After the little monk Mingyuan and Taihua fought with each other, they both disappeared, and the Round Wheel Dharma King was the return of the combat power of the supreme grandmaster king, and the outside world was in an uproar when they learned the news.

Shaolin Temple, a newly established Buddhist sect, actually has a grandmaster Dade guard, which makes countless people fascinated, I don't know how many Jianghu rangers hope to be able to worship Shaolin, hoping to get the guidance of a super grandmaster.

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