boom!

The wind is howling.

Master Kongkong was surrounded by golden light of energy, swept through the wind and snow, and rushed into the battle circle.

"ah!"

On the periphery of the battle circle, several men who had just abused and killed the woman immediately roared, waved their swords and slashed at Master Kongkong.

"The Buddha said: You should die!"

Master Kongkong's expression was cold and his tongue was filled with spring thunder.

In the flash of lightning, hands wrapped in gauze were swept towards the sword above the head.

Dangdangdangdang...

The moment when both hands touch the battle knife, the sound of metallic attacks exploded.

Several battle knives broke into two pieces in the air.

As Master Kongkong waved his hands suddenly, the broken sword instantly shot at the people on the horse.

Puff!

Puff!

Puff!

The broken sword penetrated deeply into the chests of several people.

Blood is like a spring, flying in the sky.

With a few screams, several people fell off their horses at the same time.

The sudden scene made the battle circle of noise and fighting suddenly calm down.

Everyone in the slave horse team looked back at Master Kong in panic.

What happened just now?

At the center of the battle circle, more than a dozen men were covered in blood. With Master Kong Kong's actions, they seemed to have grabbed the last life-saving straw.

In an instant.

The leader raised his hand and wiped the blood from his face, knelt on one knee, begging: "Master, save us!"

Almost at the same time.

The other men also knelt on one knee in one knee, calling for help.

"Master, save us!"

The sound echoed and deafening.

No one expected that the monks in the domain they saved from Qianzuo and the others would become a life-saving straw for everyone in a blink of an eye.

Just now, they were still hesitating whether to save or to end it with one blow because of the identity of a person in Master Kong’s domain.

"Stinky monk, you're looking for death!"

The leader of the slave horse team was furious and raised his sword to point at Master Kong.

Master Kongkong was covered with golden light, his hands were clasped together, and his treasure was solemn.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. I respectfully ask you to die!"

boom!

Before he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly rose, sweeping over the thick snow under Master Kong's feet, sweeping overwhelmingly into the crowd.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Under the dim flames.

Master Kongkong, who was covered in golden light, raised his legs and took steps in the flying snow. His steps seemed very slow, but in fact he fell down in one step, but he had already reached the crowd.

Next second.

As Master Kongkong waved his hand, the golden light stormed, blood fountains gushed, and a man screamed and fell off the horse.

However, this is just the beginning!

Master Kongkong is surrounded by energy and is shrouded in golden light. His treasure is solemn, just like a Buddha coming to the world.

Raise your hand and walk, flowing, leisurely and casually.

But the burly men above the war horses around them screamed and wailed, were injured and vomited blood, and fell off their horses, and died of anger.

The miserable terror is everywhere, and it is terrible.

Even from time to time, short limbs flew into the air.

It was clearly one person, and a monk's robe, but at this moment, it was like an evil ghost crawling out of the depths of hell, wantonly reaping the lives of everyone in the slave horse team.

The leader and his companions were already stunned.

The scene in front of them made them feel unrealistic as if they were dreaming.

Is this really something that people can do?

One person hunted more than 200 people?

Some men even rubbed their eyes hard, thinking they had read it wrong.

But when they looked at the bloody killing on the field again, everyone was stunned.

The killing continued, and Master Kong wandered around the battlefield like a wandering strolling in the garden, his body shining brightly and his treasure was solemn.

But when someone waved his hand, someone fell off the horse with blood, and no one could stop him!

Previously, there were more than 200 slave horse teams, siegeing and killing more than a dozen people including the leader.

But with Master Kongkong taking action, there was a strange strange man siege and killing everyone!

When someone raises his hand, someone dies, flowing through the clouds and waters, without any fancy!

The killing like art is jaw-dropping!

Screams came one after another.

The war horses neighed, stirring the sky.

The snow-covered ground was stained with blood and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

At this moment, this world turned into the Shura Prison Field.

"Run, run!"

"This monk is not a human, he is not a human!"

"Run, if you don't run, you will die."

...

After a brief killing, everyone in the slave horse team fell completely into despair under the killing of Master Kong Kong. They were at a loss and turned their horses to escape.

Master Kongkong, covered with golden light, enveloped everyone after this short bloody killing.

Even Master Kongkong's expression never caused any turmoil from beginning to end.

"Why would you wait for your refuge, so why would you let your escape?"

Master Kongkong raised his white eyebrows and looked at the people running away in the distance, but there was a smile on his lips.

boom!

The next second, he slapped a war horse in front of him with a palm.

The war horse neighed, and it flew directly to the people running away in the distance like a broken pocket.

Rumble...

The war horse fell to the ground, and the huge inertia made it continue to slide forward.

Accompanied by the neighing and screams of war horses, all the war horses under the crotch of the fleeing horses were swept away and fell to the ground one after another.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

As people were leaning on each other, the dense sound of wind breaking out in the dim sky.

The sharp swords stirred the sky and accurately penetrated into the body of the fallen man. By the time he landed on the ground, he was already lifeless corpses.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful!"

Master Kongkong stood firmly, his hands folded, and his silent face showed compassion.

It was like those who were killed by the fallen horse, not like him slaughtering himself!

This scene made the leader and the slave horse team all confused.

Is this... really a person?

Next second.
To be continued...