Six hundred and sixtieth chapters sweeping monk is now
No one is He Xie's enemy, and no one can catch his sword!
At this time, the heroes present finally knew that He Xie's previous statement that once he started to take action, everyone would die here and he would be safe and sound, was not an exaggeration at all.
However, understanding this truth will cost you more than a hundred lives.
The best sword in the world!
This is the best sword in the world!
No matter how exquisite your moves are, no matter how powerful your internal strength is, no matter whether there are three or five people in formation or more than ten people swarming up, He Xie will kill with only one sword.
Each sword hit the vital point, but the strange thing was that not even a drop of blood flowed from the dead man's body.
No one is He Xie's enemy, and no one can catch his sword!
At this time, the heroes present finally knew that He Xie's previous statement that once he started to take action, everyone would die here and he would be safe and sound, was not an exaggeration at all.
However, understanding this truth will cost you more than a hundred lives.
The best sword in the world!
This is the best sword in the world!
No matter how exquisite your moves are, no matter how powerful your internal strength is, no matter whether there are three or five people in formation or more than ten people swarming up, He Xie will kill with only one sword.
Every sword hit the vital point, but strangely, not even a drop of blood flowed from the dead man's body.
"The magic method! He used the magic method!"
Finally, someone collapsed completely, turned around and ran away screaming in fear.
This was like a fuse. Until now, wherever He Xie passed by, almost all the heroes fled in a hurry. They did not dare to meet him. They just hoped that others could entangle him and then swarm He Xie.
Hacked to death with random knives.
But everyone had this mentality, which led to the area immediately being cleared wherever He Xie went. All He Xie had to do was randomly pick the unluckiest person and kill him with one sword.
This kind of situation where you can't hurt the other party, but the other party can kill you at any time, has long brought the heroes besieging He Xie to the brink of collapse. As a result, someone is taking the lead in escaping, which immediately triggers a domino reaction, as if it was an appointment, and the remaining
All the people ran out of the hall, leaving only a few remaining eminent monks of the Xuan generation.
He Xie didn't give chase. When he looked back, he saw that Chen Guyan was leading two elders of the Beggar Clan to besiege Qi Liu. Qi Liu was covered in blood and was in danger.
He suddenly let out a long roar, kicked his feet, and flew away in that direction.
He Xie's killing here caused the heroes to flee in panic, and several other battle groups also noticed it and were already frightened.
Seeing He Xie approaching, Chen Guyan's eyes flashed with horror, and he shouted: "Back off!" At the same time, his body quickly swept back.
"The thief wants to run away?" Qi Liu yelled and chased after him. Most of the injuries on his body were caused by Chen Guyan. He hated this person in his heart. Seeing He Xie coming to help, the pressure suddenly eased. Why?
Can you spare him?
The members of the Beggar Clan immediately dispersed, but Wu Changfeng was unlucky enough to be the closest to He Xie. By the time he could react, He Xie had already arrived.
A trace of despair flashed in Wu Changfeng's eyes. He knew very well that he was no match for He Xie. He couldn't block the sword at all. But seeing that there was no way to escape, he did not wait for death. Instead, he roared tragically and rushed towards He Xie.
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Swish, brush, brush!
When the two of them met, Wu Changfeng felt light all over. Suddenly, the cloth bag on his body tugged and fell to the floor. He Xie's faint voice came to his ears: "I want you to be loyal and upright, so I will spare your life."
Look again, where is He Xie's figure?
Wu Changfeng stood on the spot like a fool for an instant, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
At this time, Huang Shang was surrounded by a large number of people who had lost their internal strength. Huang Shang looked like a madman, roaring and rushing left and right. One of the people who besieged him was accidentally hit by him and was immediately killed. No one was spared.
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But fortunately, Huang Shang seemed to have lost his mind, his eyes were red, and his moves were completely out of order, so it was not difficult for the heroes to avoid his attacks, but it was difficult to hurt him. Both sides were in a stalemate, and no one dared to get close.
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He Xie landed lightly next to Huang Shang. Unexpectedly, Huang Shang didn't argue between us and the enemy, and roared and slapped He Xie with his palm.
He Xie stretched out his palm and met Huang Shang's palm. With the other hand, he placed a finger between his eyebrows and sent out a stream of pure Yin Qi.
Huang Shang suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He stood blankly on the spot. The confusion in his eyes disappeared and he gradually regained his clarity.
During this process, the people who originally besieged Huang Shang all retreated two feet away, and everyone looked at this side warily, but no one dared to take action.
"Lord, I..." Huang Shang's expression changed. Only then did he realize that he had absorbed too much internal energy, which had caused him to become obsessed and insane. If He Xie hadn't taken action, he would have gone completely crazy and exploded.
He died and couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
He Xie nodded and was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed, the light in his eyes swelled, and he suddenly flashed towards Qiao Feng.
On the other side, there were countless corpses lying at the feet of Qiao Feng. At this moment, he finally rushed in front of Xuanci again and killed the two monks lying in front of him with two palms. Qiao Feng roared angrily and struck Hongjian Yulu with one palm, and slapped Xuanci with one palm.
Kindness.
Xuanci was now leaning against the palace wall, unable to hide.
Seeing the miserable situation in the whole palace, he was so devastated that he no longer stopped and laughed miserably, waiting quietly for death.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Just when Qiao Feng's palm was about to fall on Xuan Ci, a sigh suddenly came from outside the hall.
Boom!
The wall of the hall next to Xuanci suddenly collapsed, and amid the smoke and dust, a withered palm silently slapped Qiao Feng on the forehead!
At this time, Qiao Feng was filled with joy that his great revenge was about to be repaid. Unexpectedly, such a change occurred. He was so shocked that he hurriedly extended a palm to greet him.
Unexpectedly, with this pair of palms, he suddenly felt the energy in his dantian explode. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backwards.
He Xie caught him while he was still in mid-air, and struck him repeatedly, causing the violent internal force in Qiao Feng's body to calm down again.
The two of them landed lightly on the ground, and without any time to say hello, they both looked towards Xuan Ci.
At this time, Xuanci also had a look of shock. He had closed his eyes and waited for death, but unexpectedly someone knocked back Qiao Feng with a palm and rescued him.
At this time, except for Qi Liu who was still fighting endlessly with Chen Guyan, the rest of the battlefield had stopped. The owner of the withered palm immediately attracted everyone's attention.
When the smoke and dust cleared, a skinny old monk wearing a green robe and white eyebrows slowly emerged. He was slightly stooped, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, and he felt weak when walking.
There is no breath of inner strength at all.
This look immediately disappointed the heroes who thought they were meeting an expert. At the same time, they couldn't believe it. The slap he just made Qiao Feng vomited blood. Was he the one who saved Xuan Ci?
Compared to others, Xuanci was even more surprised.
Judging from the attire of this old monk, he is a serving monk who works as a handyman in the Shaolin Temple. Although the serving monk is a monk of the Shaolin Temple, he is only ordained but does not become a disciple, does not teach martial arts, and does not practice meditation. He only chants sutras and worships Buddha.
Outside of that, he only does firewood, farming, sweeping, and civil engineering work.
This old monk doesn't look like he has any martial arts skills. Could it be that someone else saved him, not him?
Thinking like this, Xuanci walked around the old monk and looked behind him.
Many people had the same idea as Xuanci, and they all looked behind the old monk.
But He Xie frowned and stared at the old monk.
The old monk was also looking at He Xie.
The eyes of both of them are wonderful.
There was surprise, joy, and some disappointment in He Xie's eyes.
But the old monk's eyes were full of solemnity, vigilance and nostalgia.