They originally thought that hundreds of martial arts people could join forces to kill this terrifying prairie demon.
But when they really faced the prairie demon, they realized how ridiculous their thoughts were.
Just like the proverb in the prairie, no matter how many sheep there are, they will never be a match for the evil wolves.
In front of the grassland demon Dorcha, they are just a group of sheep.
"Open the door quickly, open the door quickly, the grassland demon Duoercha is here."
The first person to arrive at the gate of Shaolin was a young man. If Tang Xuanming remembered correctly, when he arrived at the inn, the young man had a chat with him and expressed his strong confidence in defeating the prairie demon Doercha.
But now he was so frightened and pale that Tang Xuanming even suspected that before Duoercha reached the door of the Shaolin Temple, he would be scared to death.
This young young hero seems to have quite a reputation among many martial arts people.
"It seems that he is called Jade Faced God Fist Meng Chang, a leader among the younger generation!"
Looking at the pale young man, Tang Xuanming shook his head in his heart. Among the hundreds of martial arts people, perhaps only this young master and the grassland general Duoercha had no grudges at all. They came here just to become famous in the world and kill the grassland demon. .
But when he actually saw the silent prairie demon in the world of martial arts, he felt that kind of terror.
Master Dehui, who guards the mountain in Shaolin, looked equally pale: "Donor Meng, without the abbot's order, the poor monk is absolutely not allowed to open the mountain door."
Many martial arts people changed their colors on the spot, and the sound of iron hooves from the Iron Wolf Soldiers behind them got closer and closer.
Someone yelled and cursed on the spot.
"I have worked so hard to come here to help the Shaolin Temple, and now you, Shaolin, are treating us like this?"
The faces of the gangsters turned red and they were extremely angry. Faced with the terrible threat behind them, some even took out their swords and prepared to forcibly break open the mountain gate of the Shaolin Temple.
The ugly and chaotic scene clearly fell in the eyes of the prairie general Doercha, causing him to utter a cold sneer.
"You are timid in foreign wars but brave in internal strife. You Central Plains people will always be like this. You are born low, so you should have brave men from the grassland to rule you."
The rolling sound was like thunder, and the existence that frightened everyone had already approached everyone and appeared in front of the prairie cavalry.
He was tall and majestic, carrying a huge one-horned bronze figure in his hand. Although he was not riding a horse, his height was not inferior to that of a cavalryman. His stature was majestic and majestic, which was staggering.
This is a figure whose height and weight are not inferior to that of Yao Ming. In this ancient period, he has become more majestic and terrifying, like an ancient giant.
He stepped forward, as if he was shrinking from the ground.
He is tall and has long legs, coupled with his terrifying strength, he can cross a distance of hundreds of feet in a few breaths and arrive in front of a group of people.
As he approached, the sky darkened and there was a roar of thunder in the sky.
Martial arts practitioners with lower cultivation levels smelled a smell like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and boundless fear surged out of their hearts, almost to the point of fainting.
Among the group of people, even Jiang Zhiwei, who had seen the most, changed her color, but she was a little eager to try.
"Half-step exterior scene!"
She held the long sword in her hand, her eyes showing excitement.
"It seems like I can't do anything to him even if I draw my sword."
Even though she has realized the huge gap in strength, Jiang Zhiwei still has no fear on her face.
Some are just excited to see the strong.
If Meng Qi was simply reckless, this girl was already desperate for her life. As long as she could use stronger sword skills and wield stronger moves, life and death would be meaningless to her.
boom!
The sound of thunder exploded in everyone's ears, completely breaking the minds of many martial arts people.
The terrifying evil spirits of the boundless hell around us seemed to be coming as if they were real.
Someone's mind collapsed on the spot and roared: "These bald donkeys have no good intentions, let's go in."
Master Dehui, who was in charge, felt paralyzed under the pressure of the prairie demon Duoercha, and was unable to resist. He watched helplessly as many martial artists broke through the mountain gate.
The leader of the younger generation, the jade-faced Meng Chang looked as ferocious as an evil ghost. He punched Master Dehui on the head, killing the monk on the spot.
Hundreds of martial arts people originally came to Shaolin to help in boxing, but now they are acting as an aide.
He became the lackey of the prairie demon Doercha and the demon's pioneer.
The power of the grassland demon can be seen in the half-step outdoor scene.
La la la, the rain that had been suppressing for a long time finally fell.
The ground was blood red, and the blood mixed with rainwater, making the ground muddy.
Duoercha stopped in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple, looked sideways at the inn not far away, and said in a calm tone: "Send out a small group of Iron Wolf soldiers and level the place. No chickens or dogs will be left."
The huge cavalry quickly separated into a small group and rushed to the inn not far away. Not long ago, a banquet of heroes was held there, where hundreds of martial arts people were talking, laughing and making heroic speeches.
But now, there is only fear here, and the future is destined to be nothing but ruins.
In a corner of Shaohua Mountain, Jiang Zhiwei and her group looked solemn. Not far away, the inn where they once lived was gradually collapsing. Occasionally, there were one or two roars, but they soon turned into screams.
Not long after, there was complete silence, accompanied by a heavy roar.
The muddy handwriting mixed with rain, blood, and water in front of me changed, and the water flow was like twisted little snakes, outlining a line of handwriting.
"Enter the gate of Shaolin Temple within a cup of tea, otherwise the second main task will fail."
Several people looked at each other. In the distance, the Iron Wolf soldiers were still advancing silently. There was no roar or cry to kill, only one or two sounds of swords clashing.
Even though Meng Qi had never seen an ancient army that actually enforced laws and regulations, he could still tell that the Iron Wolf Soldiers were one of the top armies of this era.
You can imagine how difficult it is to stand in front of such a terrifying army until the last moment when Shaolin collapses.
"Let's go up the mountain!"
Tang Xuanming looked back and saw that the Iron Wolf soldiers were in a line. The men took advantage of the horse's power, and after one strike, the men were often torn in half like pieces of paper.
Although these martial artists have extraordinary light skills, they cannot outrun the horses that are good at running. Their originally smooth skills became full of loopholes under the mental pressure of the grassland general Duoercha. It was not so much a fight as a battle.
A massacre.
A massacre of sheep by wolves.
The panicked martial arts people still retained the last trace of reason. No one ran to Shaohua Mountain, they all stayed away from the Shaolin Temple.
If you look down from a high altitude, you can find something very magical.
Among hundreds of martial arts people, only Tang Xuanming and his entourage were walking in the opposite direction towards the Shaolin Temple, which was extremely strange.
Walking in the opposite direction towards the Shaolin Temple always encounters more formidable resistance. A group of Iron Wolf soldiers discovered the sudden appearance of Tang Xuanming and his entourage, and immediately turned their horses' heads with a ferocious smile and rushed towards Tang Xuanming.