He killed Monk Wuxian with one blow, and Feng Yuan pulled out his hand.

In this side courtyard, the monks looked at each other, each of them posed martial arts gestures, and rushed towards Fengyuan side by side!

"Cang!"

A three-foot long sword popped out from the mezzanine containing the golden box. The blade was bright and shining with the sunshine in the sky. When the monks who were walking forward quickly saw it, they were all frightened and ran backwards. Feng Yuan slashed down with a long sword in his hand, and a round head flew up.

Blood splattered, and Feng Yuan's eyes suddenly turned red. The couple had been separated for ten years. When they returned home, their belongings changed. The wife hanged her, the child died of illness, the brothers changed their minds, and the family property was taken away. In the final analysis, it was because they took a look at this Samantabhadra Temple ten years ago.

This glance took ten years.

"Dog thief!"

Feng Yuan stepped forward with a knife, slashed the monk on the back of a monk with one knife, and slashed the monk on the ground, unable to move for a while. Feng Yuan stepped forward and stepped on the monk's back, and another knife cut the monk to death.

The death of three people in a row made the monks run to the backyard in fright.

"Amitabha!"

In the inner courtyard, there was a monk chanting the Buddha's name and jumping out of the crowd, like a monkey. He jumped a few times and walked around behind Feng Yuan. He raised his hand and waved his tail. He was a dead tree under his feet, and he came out together, calling Feng Yuan.

There were enemies in front and back. Fengyuan swung the long sword from front to back. Although the sword turned, the person swelled in the air. He avoided the front and back attacks, and used both up and down, and also slashed the long sword on the monk's shoulder blades behind him.

With the long sword swirling, the monk's head flew across!

"Dog thief! Come on!"

Blood was splattered all over his body, and Feng Yuan turned around again. His fierce aura was so scared that the monks behind him retreated repeatedly. Even though they had already copied the sword and Zen stick, they did not dare to compete with him at this time.

"Infinite Buddha..."

A Buddhist chant came from the monk. The monks on both sides naturally separated. An old monk walked out of it. He was in his fifties and had a white beard. He said with a dry expression. He looked at Feng Yuan and sighed, "The county magistrate was on the side that day. I didn't want to cause trouble. So I gave you gold, and asked you to shut up and leave, and detain your wife and children, so that you won't go out to regret it. This is kindness and kindness, and the best of both worlds, but I didn't expect that the kindness of the day would actually bring blood disaster to the temple... Amitabha... Namo Amitabha... Dotagataya, Dotaya, Dotaya, Amitabha..."

After that, the monk had already started to recite the mantra of rebirth by himself.

This monk is Feng Yuan’s target, Monk Changxing.

"I miss your mother!"

Feng Yuan waved his sword forward and faced Monk Chang Xing. Seeing this knife, Monk Chang Xing moved his foot gently, and he could not help but avoid the knife. He reached out and took Feng Yuan's wrist, smiled slightly, and was about to put on a master's face, suddenly he felt a pain in his legs. Feng Yuan poked his feet and was kicking Monk Chang Xing's tibia.

The martial arts world are full of fists and legs, and the pokes are one of the northern legs. They are very famous in the martial arts world. Su Yang reads the secret script in the Wheel King Hall, and Feng Yuan met with the guidance of famous martial arts masters.

The shin was injured. Monk Chang Xing felt his legs and feet were sore and was about to attack him. He felt Feng Yuan's legs and kicked him one after another. When he wanted to raise his hand to throw Feng Yuan out to fight back, the legs were injured and he had no strength in his hands. Instead, Feng Yuan kicked him away.

"Uncle Master..."

"Uncle Master..."

A group of monks quickly helped Monk Changxing up, but stood up. Monk Changxing's legs trembled and his foothold was unstable.

I thought it was a king, but it turned out to be a bronze one.

Su Yang sat aside and looked at it and wanted to laugh.

Feng Yuan shouted violently, and rushed into the crowd with a knife. The fierce aura was opened, just like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Even if the monks held the knife and held the stick, they would not dare to block it. In these three or two, several monks killed.

"stop!"

"Stop!"

A few loud shouts came from the other side of the yard. The two monks came side by side. Their muscles and bones were solid, wearing monk's robes and robes, and their steps were solid. The monk behind them looked gloomy and had a thin figure. One of these two people was the abbot of Samantabhadra Temple, and the other was the prison of Samantabhadra Temple.

As soon as the two arrived, the monks immediately had a backbone. At the warning of the often received, the monks surrounded them with swords and weapons, trapping Fengyuan among them.

"boom!"

As soon as the two of them came out, there was a roar in the backyard. After this roar, the gables of the backyard collapsed, and the woman and the baby cried and went out in panic.

"One more!"

I often looked unhappy and looked back, but saw a man standing on the gable in the backyard, with a hat, cloak, long clothes and short shoes standing on the gable. The cloak spreads in the wind, and a short knife hung around the man's waist, like a dagger, looking at them with his chest in his arms.

"Seventh Master!"

Feng Yuan cried out when he saw the people on the gable.

This man's surname is Zhu and his name is Xingtuan. He is ranked seventh among Fengyuan's masters. His martial arts are all taught by this "Seventh Master". He has mastered martial arts and wants to come back to take revenge. Zhu Qiye knew that the monks in the Samantabhadra Temple were not easy to meet, so he followed him to help.

"There are monks who have a lot of practice in Zen Master Shengci, why did he get sick ten years ago?"

Zhu Xingtuan stood on the gable and asked about the monks who often had them.

Monk Chang looked at the backyard and knew that it was really a fire in the backyard. When he saw the women and babies running down the mountain, he knew that it was difficult to be kind today, so he said frankly: "Ten years ago, we caught a few women, but the old monk Shengci scolded him, so we killed him! If you want to find him, go to the King of Hell!"

After saying that, the monk Chang You's hand shone brightly and threw it towards Zhu Xingtuan. Zhu Xingtuan reached out and pulled out the short blade on his waist. The sunlight of the short blade suddenly showed seven-color light and hit the monk Chang You's Zen Staff. With a jingle sound, the Zen Staff broke into two pieces.

Good knife!

Su Yang was amazed at the sight of the short knife. Zheng Wuer could not meet Feng Yuan last night because of the short blade on Zhu Xingtuan's waist. When he saw the short blade with his own eyes, Su Yang was sure that his power was great.

After one blow, Zhu Xingtuan jumped off the wall, reached out to recall the short blade, and dodged a few of them, then killed the monk. Feng Yuan on the other side also hurriedly took action. In this way, the two of them worked together inside and outside, and instantly dispersed the arranged formation.

Monk Chang Xing wanted to resist in the crowd, but when Fengyuan's sword light came, he did not feel pity. He killed this person with one knife, which stretched out his anger in his heart. Zhu Xingtuan fought with Chang You alone, and he was often treated with two monks. Because of the weapons in his hands, he beat the two men to support themselves and the right side was clumsy.

"laugh!"

The long sword slashed a monk. Before the monk died, he showed his evil appearance. He reached out and grabbed the long sword and stuck the long sword in his body. When Feng Yuan drew the sword, he could not pull it out several times. Seeing this, the remaining monks suddenly rushed forward and hit the wooden stick in their hands. Feng Yuan had no choice but to abandon the sword and dodge, dodge left and right among the crowd, and only use his fists and feet to fight the enemy, and was surrounded by danger.

"clang!"

The monk Chang took out a bowl and blocked the sharp blade in Zhu Xingtuan's hand. He was often given the monk's hand. In this way, the two of them had a great advantage. At this moment, Zhu Xingtuan, who had a great advantage in the previous moment, was controlled by these two people.

The wind source on the other side was also knocked to the ground, and the swords were all placed on his neck. Just by waiting for the abbot to give him the order, he could kill him.

"Hahahaha...no one can kill me..."

Monk Chang You smiled with Zhu Xingtuan’s short sword and said, “It’s actually such an exquisite magical object. Thanks to you who brought it to your door. With this sword, these disciples will die!”

The short sword is as thin as a cicada's wings, and naturally reflects the rays of light under this sunlight. The sword's intent is panic and the murderous intention is a rare magic weapon.

"Oh……"

The move was not rigorous and someone caught the flaw. Now the outcome was decided, and Zhu Xingtuan was lying on the ground and had nothing to say. There were six senior brothers in front of him who died in the world. Since he entered the world, he had already had the mental preparation for this day.

"Sorry, Master Qi."

Feng Yuan sighed: "I have implicated you, I can only do it alone..."

This was originally his personal path to death. As long as he could change Monk Changxing before he died, Feng Yuan felt that he had no regrets and had already reported to the official in advance. When the official sent him here, he thought he would have a assessment when he saw this scene.

"Just be alone?"

The monk Chang You smiled and said, "Today, we are going to welcome the distinguished guests, make some preparations inside, wash the baby that the distinguished guests want to eat, and wash the woman that the distinguished guests want to play with, so that you can take advantage of the loopholes and enter the door. If you are on weekdays, let alone the two of you, even two hundred people, you will have no entry or exit when you get here!"

"The ability of Mr. Shengci was more than ten times higher than ours back then. He died differently when he deserved to die?"

There are monks who often don’t call their master the master, but call them the old monk and say, “No one can kill us!”

When the monk Changshou and the monk Changshou heard this, they laughed loudly. There were only twenty-three people in the Samantabhadra Temple, but it had been more than half of the troubles by Zhu Xingtuan Fengyuan, but for them, they were still harmless.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

While these monks were laughing, one person laughed with them. After these monks laughed, the laughter still did not stop. A group of people turned their heads and noticed that there was a person sitting in the gang, with porridge and pickles in front of them, watching them laughing.

"Who are you? What are you laughing at?"

A monk often asks.

"It's ridiculous."

Su Yang waved his hand and looked at the monks and said, "A group of monks acted absurdly, recited scriptures, disobeyed the superiors, stolen money, and illegal activities..."

When he spoke, Su Yang also stood up, his mind was silenced, pointing at the monks and cursing: "Like the green and snuggled in the wind, insulting the family style, fighting for strength and competitiveness, destroying his nature, and keeping the gold and silver swords and swords and swords to cover up the wind and not be punished by others, how can there be no gods respond?"

These words made the monks present frown repeatedly. The monks always looked at Su Yang and asked, "Who are you?"

"Qingyun Mountain City God!"
Chapter completed!