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The person who came was wearing a monk's robe, with thick eyebrows, clear eyes, and a conspicuous bald head.
If it¡¯s not the young monk Yanchen, then who is it?
I have always heard the young monk say that he is a master, a very powerful master. The existence of Xingjun in the middle stage is completely incomprehensible.
Even his own sword skills are somewhat interesting in his eyes, and he still needs his guidance.
I don¡¯t believe it. I didn¡¯t believe it at all before.
But the scene just now was so shocking that people were dumbfounded. Yan Zhe, who had just become a saint, could not catch a single sword in his hand.
Although this Yan Zhe has been hit repeatedly by him before, he has suffered moderate injuries.
The state of mind is also a bit broken, but no matter what, he is still a saint.
The silver light flashed, and with just one knife, it was split in half, its life was gone, and its soul dissipated.
The three elders of the Demon Sect, the leaders of the three pirate groups, many casual cultivators, and the chief true disciples of the Demon Sect were all frightened.
I really can¡¯t believe the facts I see before my eyes.
Is this still a monk?
He has a handsome face, but he can be so cruel and ruthless in his attacks. He has no scruples about Buddhist precepts. Kill when you say kill, show no mercy, and have no fear of committing murder.
"Little monk, you are an eminent Buddhist monk, how can you join in the evil with this crazy devil in white clothes. He is a great evil person who has escaped into the devil's way!"
Elder Gao of the Huanyun Sect said shamelessly, completely forgetting that he was a big devil.
"The refining of those ghost flags by Huanyun Sect is completely unscrupulous and inhumane.
Now, with his righteous words, he pointed at Xiao Chen and said he was a big devil.
It has to be said that the strength of the young monk Yanchen really scared them, and he even used this kind of rhetoric.
Yanchen was too lazy to talk. He pointed the blade and said in a deep voice: "I can't care about that much. I will kill whoever kills my eldest brother. The knife in my hand will be with whomever I want to be with. It's not your turn. Pointing fingers.¡±
With these words, the path to peace talks was completely blocked.
"Hmph, you really want to kill all of us with one person's power. Yan Zhe is just careless. Let's go together and kill this bald donkey."
Although the young monk¡¯s burst of strength was terrifying and a bit frightening, Xiao Chen had too many valuable treasures.
Whether it¡¯s the Fire of the False God or the eight treasures of the altar, it¡¯s worth fighting for the little monk¡¯s life.
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Yanchen smiled slightly, his smile was like that of a Buddha, his eyebrows were kind and his eyes were kind, like the reincarnation of a living Buddha.
Every movement, every expression has the supreme Buddha intention, and the deep Buddha power turns into pure silver light, shining in all directions.
"This light is really special. It's rare to hear that Fowei emits silver light."
Xiao Chen took advantage of the opportunity to get up and was secretly surprised when he saw this scene. In the incomplete memories inherited from the False God's Fire in the Underground Dragon City, there seem to be some records about the silver Buddha's light, but now is not the time to recall them.
Taking advantage of the young monk¡¯s appearance, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged, quickly healed his injuries and regained his strength.
Click!
Who knows, as soon as he sat cross-legged, he heard a scream. The silver light flashed, and the Buddha's power and terrifying sword intention on the young monk disappeared without a trace.
The next moment he appeared, he fell in front of a chief true disciple.
The chief true disciple is Long Tingyu of the Huanyun Sect, and Yanchen has the same level of cultivation as him, and their realm is almost the same.
But face to face, with just one move, the ghost flag in Long Tingyu's hand was cut off directly.
The intention of the sword continued, and the silver ring sword continued to fall, directly exploding Long Tingyu's body into a ball of blood and water, leaving no bones.
Whoops!
After killing one person and landing on the stone pillar, Yanchen looked at the stunned saints and said with a faint smile: "It's still a bit difficult to capture my figure with just you."
As he finished speaking, he stretched out his arms again, and like an eagle, the silver light flashed across the sky in an instant.
The group of people surrounding him immediately jumped away, their expressions changed drastically, and they quickly looked in another direction.
Whoosh whoosh!
Like playing hide and seek, repeated several times, in the flash of silver light, many saints were still unable to surround Yan Chen.
"I am coming."
Yanchen laughed loudly and suddenly appeared in front of the somewhat tired Chief True Disciple of the Blood Demon Palace. Without thinking, he slashed at him with his sword.This sword was shining with silver light, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of the little monk's mouth.
??The smile of vicissitudes of life seems to have survived in the world for hundreds and thousands of years. It has read all kinds of life, seen all the prosperity, and only the loneliness and vicissitudes of life are left.
The light of his sword suddenly became extremely thick, as if it had traveled through time and space and gone through thousands of years of washing.
Bang!
The chief true disciple of the Blood Demon Palace who encountered his sword was shaken and annihilated on the spot, turning directly into dust.
"Maya's breaking sword!"
A bright light flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, and he immediately recognized the sword technique used by the young monk. It was the Maya Poji Dao that was forbidden to be practiced by Buddhists.
It should be a residual form. Just like myself, I have only practiced a few of them.
But even though Maya's sword is powerful, it cannot be compared to ordinary killing moves.
The little monk¡¯s strength also made Xiao Chen have to admit that there does exist in this world the kind of person who can display his own strength twice as much.
??It is considered a great achievement for ordinary warriors to be able to exert 80% of their own fighting power.
"If you can perform at 100%, you can be called a genius; if you can perform at 120%, you can be called a monster."
" People like Xiao Chen, who can perform 150% of their normal performance in their strongest state, are very rare in today's world.
As for the situation like that of the young monk, you can only find it in ancient books.
A warrior in the late stage of Xingjun was actually able to deal with the situation with ease when surrounded by nine saints, killing three of them with a wave of his hand.
There are actually some things that are inconsistent with common sense.
¡°Well done!¡±
At this moment, a cold snort came out. The next time the young monk flashed, he actually appeared in front of Mr. Chai, the most powerful among the saints.
Mr. Chai was not afraid at all, and patted him away with his skinny palm.
???????????????????? Boom!
The sky shook and the earth shook, and the nearby stone pillars trembled. The old guy really didn't know how long he lived.
When he waved his hand, the power it brought was terrifying.
Bang!
The young monk spit out a mouthful of blood and was knocked away. This was the first time that everyone saw him in such a mess.
"Hahaha, Mr. Chai is great. With Mr. Chai here, I have no worries!"
Seeing Mr. Chai¡¯s tyrannical strength, the other saints¡¯ confidence immediately increased.
"You're about to die, let's see how many times you can show off such tyrannical energy!"
Yanchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but he was not convinced at all. There was a flash of silver light and another stab.
Everyone was a little surprised to find that in the face of Yanchen's strange movement skills, it was impossible to besiege him.
You can only watch helplessly as Yan Chen and Chai Lao fight alone.
Each move was easier than the last, and it was obvious that Mr. Chai was becoming more and more unable to do what he wanted.
The old age in my body is getting heavier and heavier, I am too old.
¡° If it was ten years ago, perhaps Mr. Chai would not take Yan Chen seriously at all.
But now, his life span is approaching, and every time he tries so hard, Chai Lao feels that his life span is too short.
It is decreasing rapidly, and the oil will run out at any time.
"in the world!"
The smile of vicissitudes of life once again appeared on the face of the young monk Yanchen, and the silver sword light emitted from the sword in his hand became thicker in an instant.
All kinds of strange phenomena in the human world are constantly appearing and overlapping.
With each overlapping layer, the silver sword light is transformed into an annual ring.
Boom!
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"I remembered!"
At this moment, an elder from the Demon Sect suddenly changed his face and pointed his finger at the young monk, trembling uncontrollably.
With a look of fear in his eyes, the young monk was stunned at first, and then became a little panicked.
"Buddhist silver sword, Sky Eagle Demon Monk!"
"Click," as soon as he finished speaking, he was struck by Yan Chen's violent knife, severely injuring him on the spot.
Holding the sword in hand, Yan Chen couldn't help but regretfully said: "Damn it, it's still a step too late."
"Hurry up, hurry up, he is the little demon monk with a silver sword! He is born with a body of bad luck. He holds a Buddhist sword and is not shackles of killing. He is the nemesis of the warriors of the demon sect. Even if his sins are heinous, he can still become a Buddha instantly!"
After the other saints recognized the origin of the young monk Yanchen, they stopped entangled and dispersed.
The little demon monk with a silver knife?
Xiao Chen, who was recovering from his injuries, couldn't help but suppress his smile when he heard such a title, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
This title is indeed domineering! No wonder the little monk immediately jumped over it every time he mentioned what people were called. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)sp; Little Demon Monk with a Silver Knife?
Xiao Chen, who was recovering from his injuries, couldn't help but suppress his smile when he heard such a title, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
This title is indeed domineering! No wonder the little monk immediately jumped over it every time he mentioned what people were called. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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