Jieshan strode forward. This was a fat monk with a wide body and strong body. He was a seven-foot man with a big head as big as a bucket. His arms could catch up with an ordinary person's waist. His hand weighed more than 300 kilograms. As he walked, the rods made a crackling sound, and the momentum was amazing.

The monk Jieshan walked to the center of the Tuping, and supported his staff, and the sound was like a loud bell.

"The evil is a spiritual spring from the sky, and only those who are virtuous are there. What kind of virtue can a boy dare to block the car with his arms and hurt my fellow martial artsmen in the two peaks? God has the virtue of being virtuous. If you put down your butcher knife now, I, Pufa Temple, will you give you a fairness. If you are stubborn, do you really think that the Zen stick in my hand cannot kill anyone?"

Li Ji stood up slowly in a rare manner. He always believed that killing people without any words. This was the first time he started to speak in front of the entire Shuangfeng Martial Arts.

"Pufa Temple? Is there any virtue? The virtue of your Pufa Temple is to create countless disabled children and then let them die for themselves? Or be a wasteland or beggar, and have a miserable life?"

The monk Jieshan didn't mind at all, "They are disabled, not crimes of universal law, but are actually punished by the way of heaven. Only by doing evil in the past life can you get rewards in this life. Only by sincerely paying to the Buddha can you cultivate the next life!"

Li Ji's heart was filled with anger and his murderous intent was boiling. At this time, any words had become pale, and only by the sword in his hand and blood in his body could he wash away the sins.

This was Li Ji's first time rushing forward with his sword. At the same time, the monk Jieshan was not showing any weakness. With a loud roar, he waved his Zen staff and went straight to meet him.

A peerless swordsman and an invincible master are like two country farmers fighting, with no moves, no body skills, no temptations, just relying on their own momentum, simple and crude, and direct, and hedging them!

The valley was silent, and all of them could feel their momentum. One seemed to pierce everything like a sharp sword, and the other was like a majestic and majestic mountain.

This monk is not an ordinary martial artist. As he waved his Zen stick, a familiar wave of magic power could not be hidden at all.

Li Ji knew it in his heart.

One, two, and three steps to accumulate momentum, and the fourth step is full of strength, and the whole body is perfectly integrated with energy and spirit, and the magic power is poured into the long sword, revealing the long sword qi, and it is unstable to swallow and spit.

The distance of dozens of feet was approaching in an instant, so fast that the naked eye could not recognize it. A huge metal and iron attack could faintly recognize the thunderous sound of the thunderous shock of the rod ring, mixed with a clear and exciting sword roar.

The two of them were about to part with each other. Li Jiqian took a few steps before stopping. When he looked back, he saw the monk Jieshan pillar with a stick. He insisted on several breaths before pushing the golden mountain inverted jade pillar. He fell to the sky and murmured:

"You are a cultivator and can't deceive the monk... You dare to attack me, the Hangkong Temple... You and your sect are in trouble..."

Li Ji killed the enemy with one sword, and his anger became more and more intense. The monk did not repent before his death, but instead threatened him. What about Hanging Temple? When the strength of that day comes, he must come to the door to kill him. There are a hundred disabled children in this valley, but the number of one county, how many of the entire peaks are there? I really can't imagine that such a sin can be solved by killing a few monks?

Li Ji was so angry that he was as if the primordial magnetic rays of Jueling Island not only suppressed the inspiration, but also completely destroyed his usual calm mind.

This is not enough. Death of a world mountain is far from redeeming his sins!

Li Ji mentioned the monk's body and ran back to the entrance of the valley. There was a huge bluestone wall on the left side of the entrance of the valley. It was very smooth. Li Ji stood up and directly used the monk's body as the pen, the blood as the ink, and the cursive characters:

"I have no Buddha or Dharma here. Jiemo is an old man; he has a clay pot and a clay pot as an incense burner. What if he kills you?"

He was going to anger Pufa Temple and start a massacre!

There was a burst of exclamation among the nearly 1,000 warriors. As soon as these words came out, there was no room for revolt between this person and the Jiemo system, and it would be a situation that would never end!

Where is the Jiemo system? Nine masters, only one died, and there are nearly a hundred temples on the Shuangfeng Peaks, among which there are many masters and strong men, with more than ten thousand monks and countless believers. This person who blocked the way is so arrogant and really rampant that he even wants to defeat Buddhism with his own strength!

Fajue, when Sangha saw that his junior brother's body was so humiliated, he was furious and both of them were snatched out, and he was about to fight the madman, but he was stopped by Fa Neng in one sip. The drink contained magic power, so the two of them could not help but refuse to listen.

Fa Neng's face was sad and a little decisive, "Come back, monks, set up the mad demon formation!"

The monk said dissatisfiedly: "Senior Brother, why bother to increase the ambition of others and destroy his own power? If my brother and brother take action, I can't kill this crazy Buddhist monk who is against the Buddha if I don't believe it."

Fajue also said: "Senior brother, most of the Shuangfeng Martial Arts Land is here. In the public eye, dozens of people are here together. What kind of face can I have in the future?"

The Dharma can be slow and firm, "Have you not seen it yet? This person is definitely not a warrior and never heard of his reputation. He must be a cultivator from the Northern Region! He comes from the Northern Region, has a good nature and is good at killing, and holds a long sword. Can you really guess such a person?

Dear brothers, I, the group of Jiemo, is now in danger. If this Xuanyuan Sword Cultivator allows him to live out his two peaks, do you know what that will mean?

Before the Buddha's crisis, what kind of face and justice are there? Is it still time to pay attention to these false phenomena?

The Crazy Demon Formation, either kill the enemy and eliminate disasters, or die and respect the Buddha, and there is no other way!"

This time, there were five masters who came to Butterfly Valley. One of them died in a realm mountain, and twenty-eight monks of the Dharma. They were all excellent disciples who had been carefully trained over the past decades. Anyone who had made a name for themselves could become a tycoon. Except for the lack of magic power, other martial arts skills were all the best martial arts techniques of the thirty-six skills of the Jiemo. If four masters were to help, killing the Xuanyuan madman was not a delusion.

There are nine monks from Hanging Temple, and four others are in the future due to long journeys or other reasons. However, these powers are enough now. There is no reason to bet on the magic power. If you miss this opportunity, where will you go to find the sword cultivator?

"Hey, do you see? The monks are going to form a formation. If they can't fight one-on-one, will they fight together?" Some of the many individual warriors laughed at me.

"Thirty-two hits one, Pufa Temple is so majestic and so thick-skinned!" Another voice matched.

"If you want me to say that there are still a few thirty-two, why not wait a little longer. When the temple members come, form a 100-person formation and a 100-person formation to show the majesty of the largest force in my two peaks!"

"So I said that the advanced skills of Pufa Temple are emerging one after another, but it is not just a single thirty-six skills."

"Brother Taiwan, when will the legal publicity work be produced? What is the name?"

"You don't know this. This 37th skill is - a group fight."

"So that's it. I admire you. This skill is indeed amazing. No one in the world can stop me. I am honored by the martial arts world!"

The following idlers and warriors sarcastically, although it is due to human nature, it also represents a subtle change in mentality.

This is the world of warriors. If you kill one or two, many people will fight to you; if you kill ten or eight, you will be respected by many people; if you have the ability to kill hundreds or thousands, a large number of brainless people will hold each other and spread it.

The so-called killing one person is to kill, and killing a hundred people is to be a hero, that's all.
Chapter completed!