Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Lingbo Weibu, Tianshan Six Yang Palm, Six Meridians Divine Sword, Beiming Magical Skill, Life and Death Talisman, Shaolin Seventy-two Special Skills, Xiao Wuxiang Skill... almost covers the entire martial arts world.
All the top martial arts suddenly emerged from the hands of six people.
The peak of acquired nature, half-step of innateness, and innateness. Together, these six people can almost sweep the entire Central Plains martial arts world, but today, they are just an egg. And what this egg has to face is a stone.
The response to these amazing martial arts and violent energy was a finger. There was no move or any energy, just a simple volley in the air. Palm-width black space cracks were drawn out, with dots of stars in the cracks.
It's really beautiful, but it makes everyone feel chilly.
Because, no matter what method or weapon, as long as it is scratched by such a crack, it will disappear, just like being bitten off by an invisible mouth.
Looking at Murong Bo who was lying on the ground with half of his body dead, he knew how terrifying this unheard-of method was.
"I helped you find your Lingbo Weibu and Beiming Shen Gong. Now you use them to deal with me. Is that considered a gentleman's way?" Xue Wusuan ducked and came to Duan Yu's side.
Half a foot. Before Duan Yu could react, Xue Wusuan stamped his palm on Duan Yu's lower abdomen. A palm-shaped crack in the void appeared at the same time! The next second, Duan Yu stopped moving and stared with his eyes open.
Mouth, close the blood, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...
"Third brother!" Qiao Feng and Xu Zhu's eyes were red, and they desperately hit Xue Wusuan on the rock.
"I didn't touch your opportunity, and now you are using it against me? Is this the teaching of Buddhism that you are so ungrateful?"
It disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye, and then the voice sounded from behind.
Xu Zhu even felt the coldness coming from Xue Wusuan behind him. The hair all over his body stood upside down. He was about to turn around, but he felt a pain in the back of his head, and then he lost consciousness. A space crack cut across his nose and cut his head into pieces.
Cut in half.
"Bang bang bang!"
Three consecutive palms were slapped hard on Xue Wusuan's body, but he couldn't even lift the corner of his clothes. An illusory black light shield like a mirror was blocked under the palms of the three people.
"Pfft!"
The coldness on the mirror invaded the palms of the three of them. In less than half a breath, their palms were like grease baked by the high temperature. The fingers and wrists were missing, and they melted rapidly. If the three of them had not made a decisive decision, they would have cut off their forearms together.
Break it off, it is estimated that this will melt them into ashes.
"My sister likes you, and I also want to make friends with you, but you ignore my feelings and attack me. Can this be considered as a clear distinction between grudges and grudges?"
"Brother! No!"
He had already placed a palm on the top of Qiao Feng's head, but when he heard A'Zhu's cry, Xue Wusuan curled his lips, his palm movement changed, his palm turned into a finger, and he clicked on Qiao Feng's right temple. The latter then collapsed to the ground.
.but still breathing.
"Xiao Yuanshan. You are weird enough that you can be tricked into letting go of your wife-killing vengeance with just a few words. You have been searching for it for decades, but in the end you have forgotten your original intention and have to confess to yourself. You are a joke! It doesn't matter, I am.
I will send you down, it will be better to be a beast in your next life than to be like this without any brain."
With a flick of his palm, Xiao Yuanshan's expression froze on his face. There was a fist-sized hole on his left chest, and you could still see dots of void lights in the hole.
After flicking the non-existent dust on his sleeves, Xue Wusuan stood up again and looked at the sweeping monk who had a miserable look on his face with a half-smile.
"Sweeping monk, you are originally a martial arts prodigy. It is really rare to be able to step into the innate world by relying on your own understanding. I have to admire you for this talent. It's a pity that you, a former gangster, just want to play slaying demons.
It's a trick. If you die, you shouldn't have anything to complain about, right?"
"Amitabha! Isn't the donor afraid of hurting heaven and suffering retribution in the future by acting like this?"
Xue Wusuan burst out laughing, as if he had heard the funniest joke.
"Sweeping monk, do you know that your so-called "retribution" is in my hands? If I didn't set up "retribution", how can I get "retribution"? Forget it, you won't know until you die.
What you just said is so ridiculous."
There was no surprise and no resistance. The sweeping monk understood his end, and he knelt down on the ground with his hands clasped together, his eyes closed, and his expression was peaceful. Before Xue Wusuan took action, he shattered his heart and fulfilled his promise to "preserve Shaolin to the death."
There should be no regrets.
The three heroes of Tianlong plus Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Fu were the two behind-the-scenes masterminds, along with the sweeping monk, the only innate warrior. The six of them besieged Yan Luo, but five people died and one was seriously injured. It took less than half a stick of incense.
"Sir, please spare my life! I am willing to surrender!"
"The Beggar Clan is willing to surrender!"
"Thirty-six holes are willing to surrender!"
Countless begging for mercy came one after another among the remaining heroes. Even in Shaolin, there were eminent monks of the Xuan generation who could not bear the tragic death of the monks in the temple and bowed to Xue Wusuan to beg for mercy. They expressed their willingness to respect the Shennong Gang.
Xue Wusuan turned a blind eye, opened his fan, and walked to his adopted sister's side. He smiled and said, "How about it? Brother, I'd better give you some face, right? This Qiao Feng even attacked the eldest brother and spared his life."
.Brother, are you good to you?"
"Thank you, brother, for sparing Brother Qiao."
Xue Wusuan waved his hand and said: "Qiao Feng is too loyal. His concept of right and wrong is a bit strange, and now his arm has been crippled by his eldest brother. Do you really have to follow him with all your heart? Don't you regret it?"
"No regrets!"
"Okay. Whether it's good or bad will only be a matter of decades. Brother will make some arrangements for you when you all come down."
A'Zhu didn't understand, but he also knew that Xue Wu was thinking about him. He immediately thanked her again. But her heart was filled with bitterness. She saved Qiao Feng's life, but her adopted brother became Brother Qiao's.
The great enemy who killed his father and brother. How should he and he face each other in the future? A'Zhu had no idea at all.
Half an hour later, Sikong Xuan and Zhong Wanchou came back covered in blood.
"Sir, all the 1,432 people in the Shennong Gang who don't want to respect me have been cleared out!"
"Please show me, sir!"
Xue Wusuan shook his head, pointed to the splendid red and white buildings not far away, and said to Sikong Xuan and the others: "The monks in Shaolin have been almost wiped out. They have no use for this huge temple. It is a waste of time to delay the rest of the remaining people."
The monks are praying to the Buddha. Go and take all the things they don’t need back to the gang for recycling. The temple should be burned!”
"It's my lord!"
If you kill someone, you will naturally need to take revenge and take revenge. After the thousand-year-old temple was burned to the ground by yourself, it is estimated that no one will dare to come out and grin at the Shennong Gang again, right?
His eyes moved upward slightly, and he saw that more than a thousand dead souls had not dispersed in the air. Duan Yu, Xu Zhu, etc. were all still there.
Shocking Soul Pronunciation: "Why don't you be reincarnated quickly, why are you standing there in a daze!"
The voice is pronounced in the ears of the dead souls, like the roar of the gods, majestic, majestic, irresistible! Only then do they understand that death is not the end, and the "Master Yama" in front of them is not only what they need to look up to when they are alive, but now they
As dead souls, they need to look up to them, and for them, this is the only god, the supreme existence!