A horrifying scene appeared. A faint golden halo appeared around the old monk, which seemed to be there or not, but it blocked hundreds of arrows aimed at him half a foot away.
The clanking sound was like hitting an iron wall, but it couldn't hurt him at all!
What kind of kung fu is this? What are those golden halos? Are you actually standing there and letting arrows shoot at will? Are you still human?
"Amitabha! All donors in black, please retreat quickly!"
"Why retreat? Who dares to ask them to retreat before things are done? Sweeping monk, they didn't burn your temple. Are you trying to bully the small by jumping out? Only I like this kind of thing.
Damn, are you taking my show?"
Lying half in the air, holding a wine bottle in one hand and shaking a red flower skull folding fan in the other, Xue Wusuan slowly floated down with a mischievous expression. The sudden appearance of the sweeping monk was really unexpected. The monk looked at
Come and take Shaolin seriously.
"Greetings to Lord Yama! Lord Holy Ann!"
More than 4,000 members of the Shennong Gang bowed their heads in obeisance, each with a fanatical expression. Their hearts, which had been frightened by the sweeping monk, rekindled their pride. Now that their god has arrived, is there anything else in the world that they can fear?
No!
Everyone can hear and see that this god-like figure who fell from the sky is the real controller of the Shennong Gang. Those fanatical expressions and voices, coupled with this incredible way of appearing, made the place just ignite.
The hearts of the martial arts heroes who were hoping to survive sank again.
"Amitabha, donor, this poor monk doesn't know that these are your subordinates. Please give this poor monk some face, how about letting this matter go?"
Xue Wusuan smiled and said: "Sweeping monk, do you have such a great reputation?"
"The poor monk thought there was!"
"Hehe." Xue Wusuan smiled but did not answer. He raised his hand to draw in the air. A two-foot-square black spell was engraved in the air by him, and then he raised his hand to hit the nervous crowd at will. The sweeping monk secretly said
He wanted to stop it, but unexpectedly the spell was as fast as lightning, and he couldn't stop it at all.
"Crack! Crack!"
There was a sudden thunderclap, and dozens of thunderbolts appeared out of thin air in the sky, each one as thick as a child's arm! They hit the head! Like rain! Like a waterfall!
In just three breaths, everyone within a radius of twenty feet swept by the thunder disappeared, regardless of their martial arts skills. Only a thick layer of gray-black coke powder was left on the ground, and the coke gradually dispersed in the air.
Smelly.
All this happened so fast, no one knew how many people were inside the twenty-foot dead ground just now. They just subconsciously shrank their necks and looked up at the sky from time to time, fearful in their hearts, wondering whether those black thunders would
It also appeared on his head and then smashed it down.
"Sweeping monk, I didn't hear clearly what you just said. Can you say it again?"
The casual and scornful tone, the voice was not loud, but it was like thunder, bombarding everyone's hearts. The old monk's method of ignoring the arrows just now shocked them as a god, and they felt that it was not human power. The thunder just now was again
What is it? God’s means?
The fanatical Shennong Gang members all had crazy expressions and red eyes, shouting the four words "Lord Yama" wildly and loudly. Their arrogant aura made the heroes feel cold in their hearts.
The sweeping monk was also horrified. He had been in contact with Xue Wusuan for a month. He knew that this man's martial arts were unfathomable and he was no match for him. But had he ever seen him use such unreasonable and cruel methods?!
Thunder! That is the power of Heaven! It is something that warriors can control?
Not to mention those second- and third-rate warriors who were not killed to pieces, even if the sweeping monk himself was in that dead land, he would never be able to escape. No matter how good the light skill is, how strong the body-protecting aura is? Can it be faster than the thunder? Can it be blocked?
Live in Tianwei?
At this time, the sweeping monk realized how ridiculous his previous idea was. He actually used his own realm to secretly speculate on Xue Wusuan's level. He was also shamelessly sure that Xue Wusuan would sell him a thin face. Now, he is like a low-ranking person.
Would a tall man who looked down give face to a crawling ant?
"Amitabha, donor, this poor monk is too talkative. Please forgive Shaolin this time."
Xue Wusuan ignored him. In his opinion, monks should eat fast, chant Buddha's name, and preach the doctrine. What's the point of getting involved in the blood of the martial arts world? And he has been the leader of the martial arts world for hundreds of years. This must be said to be extremely ridiculous.
It also shows that these monks are not "empty" in their hearts, and they also take this vanity very seriously.
"Monk Sweeping the Floor. I think you are in a very strange situation and your martial arts are among the best in the world, so I have been giving you good advice. Don't you think this is the cause and effect that Shaolin has brought upon himself? If the monks were all honest
If you pay homage to the Buddha without paying attention to the blood, how could you have what happened today? I am helping you achieve Nirvana and be reborn in Shaolin."
At this point, the surrounding Shennong Gang members still didn't understand. They immediately started killing again, directly ignoring this weird monk who was called by Lord Yama as "the best martial artist in the world".
"Donor, are you really unwilling to show mercy?"
"It's a small matter of life and death. Monk, why do you have to look away?" Xue Wusuan just looked at the killings around him and answered the sweeping monk's words as if nothing had happened.
"The poor monk can only fight to the death to thank Quan Shaolin for its kindness in sheltering the poor monk over the past decades."
"Master, my disciple is also willing to help you!" Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, who should have been brainwashed by the sweeping monk, actually walked out and stood behind the sweeping monk.
"Father, how can such a thing be done without a child?" Qiao Feng smiled and stood behind the sweeping monk. Father and son recognized each other. Even in the face of the abyss, Qiao Feng would not sit idly by.
However, Murong Fu did not follow him out, but looked at everything in front of him with a sneer on his face. He thought to himself: My father didn't know what tricks this monster monk fell into, but he would rather give up his long-cherished wish to revive Dayan and become a monk, and still have to fight with Lord Yama.
Enemy? Forget it, since we can’t stop it, let’s leave it to fate. But I can’t participate. In this situation, the Shennong Gang has already won the victory. When the Shennong Gang unifies the martial arts in the Central Plains, its strength will skyrocket again. At that time, Lord Yama will definitely fulfill his promise to help me, Murong.
The promise of restoring the family to Dayan!
When he thought that the dream that generations of people had been pursuing would come true in his own hands, Murong Fu was so excited that he trembled all over. There was nothing else in his eyes.
"Brother! Let me help you!"
"Brother, there's me too!"
There were two more loud shouts, but Xu Zhu and Duan Yu jumped out, both looking at Xue Wusuan warily, looking at their posture, they were going to follow Qiao Feng and confront Xue Wusuan.
The three heroes of Tianlong? Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo? And the sweeping monk?
To be honest, Xue Wusuan was really stunned for a moment. He had always been kind to the Three Heavenly Dragons. He never thought about intercepting their opportunity or ending their legend. He just wanted to build up as much power as possible for convenience.
Take over the world by yourself.
Now, the three heroes actually united with three other top masters and resolutely stood against him. This made Xue Wusuan feel deeply ironic.
"Brother Qiao, come back quickly! You can't beat my brother!" A'Zhu, who was beside him, was in a hurry and wanted to rush over, but was held tightly by several female guards from the Shennong Gang.
Xue Wusuan glanced at A'Zhu, and then snorted coldly.