God-level Grandmaster of Martial Arts

The man in black was agile in shape and had a domineering palm, and he was not afraid of fighting against Wang Feng again and again!

The palms of both palms have a fan, and there are many shadows in the palm of their hands, but they did not fall into the wind for a while.

Wang Feng waved his hands again and again, facing just right!

This person's skill is rare in the world. Even if he is covered with black cloth, Wang Feng knows his origin.

The identity of this man in black is not difficult to guess. He is Qiao Feng's father, Xiao Yuanshan!

Hidden in Shaolin for thirty years, apart from Murong Bo is Xiao Yuanshan.

Wang Feng did not reveal his identity, nor did he plan to let Xiao Yuanshan reveal his identity. If not, he would not have knocked Xiao Yuanshan out from the roof.

"Hannya Palm!"

Xiao Yuanshan's palms repeatedly slammed into the key points of Xiang Wang Feng's body, his energy was surging, but every time he felt that his palms were being removed by a strange force.

"Hannya Palm!"

Wang Feng is proficient in most of Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, and this Prajna Palm has also reached the perfect state of a great master!

With the way of the people, also treat the body of the people!

Xiao Yuanshan's cultivation level is not as good as Wang Feng's, but the innate triple peak, Prajna Palm, is not Wang Feng's opponent.

After only twenty moves, he finally found a flaw. He was hit three times in a row by Wang Feng, and the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string, smashing heavily on the wall of the monastery.

boom!

The entire wall collapsed, Xiao Yuanshan spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his face was pale.

"why?"

As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Yuanshan could no longer speak, his five internal organs were torn apart, and even the immortals could not save him.

"Ding, kill Xiao Yuanshan, the top master of the Innate Triple Heaven, and get points!"

The system prompt sounded, and Wang Feng's points rose again.

On the other side, after Murong Bo hit three fingers in a row, his ribs were all broken, and he was unable to support him. He fell to the ground, unable to move.

Wang Feng walked towards Murong Bo step by step, killing intent in his eyes unabated.

"Now it is your turn."

Chapter 164 The sword points to Shaolin, massacre

Wang Feng looked down at Murong Bo, who was lying on the ground, and did not hide the killing intent in his eyes.

Murong Bo was self-defeating, and he fought with Wang Feng, that is to bring shame on himself!

After reaching the Grand Master's consummation, the ginseng fingers with systematic blessings are 20% stronger than the original Dacheng ginseng fingers. Murong Bo leaned on the old to sell the old, and wanted to kill Wang Feng with the ginseng fingers, and he ended up like this.

"you you..."

puff!

Murong Bo was furious, his blood flow retrograde, and he spewed several mouthfuls of blood, and finally died of anger.

"Ding, kill Murong Bo, the top master of the Innate Triple Heaven, to get points."

Listening to the system prompt, Wang Feng opened the system panel and checked it.

Eighteen thousand!

"180,000 points is far from enough!"

Wang Feng thought to himself that he would need 200,000 points to lead to the next world, and another 100,000 would be needed to add Tianlong's carry-on space. The sum of the two had already exceeded 300,000, and he was still far behind.

However, Wang Feng is not worried. Today's affairs are not over yet. There is still a Shaolin waiting for him in front of him.

In the scene, there was no sound, no matter whether it was the masters of various factions in the world, or the people of Shaolin, they were completely stunned.

Wang Feng's terrifying strength almost swept away many innate third-level powerhouses in the form of crushing, and probably no one in the entire Shaolin could be his opponent.

Abbot Xuanci's heart was up and down. In less than half a day, he went from joy to worry, from worry to joy, and finally found out that he was still worried. He didn't know how he felt.

If it hadn't been for decades of practice, his mind would have been polished to a peaceful and pure state, I'm afraid his heart wouldn't be able to bear it.

"The strong wind swept the leaves and killed two Xiantian realm masters. What kind of evildoer is this Wang Feng?"

Finally, the people around the rivers and lakes came back to their senses and started talking in shock.

Ordinary masters, repeated battles, must consume a lot of infuriating energy. How can they fight non-stop like Wang Feng without feeling too much consumption at all?

Up to now, he is still full of energy and has no sense of fatigue.

"From now on, I will send my disciples to walk around when they encounter Wang Feng and people related to him. Otherwise, I will not know how my sect perished."

After seeing Wang Feng's methods, the masters of the various factions present have made up their minds. After this conference is over, they will immediately return to the door and order their disciples to stay away from Wang Feng.

Wang Feng looked around for a week, and once again set his eyes on Abbot Xuanci.

"Abbot Xuanci, now, only you Shaolin are left!"

Wang Feng's words shocked everyone again, but compared to before, they were already numb, and no one thought that Wang Feng was arrogant.

In this short period of two sticks of incense, Wang Feng had already killed so many people, and among them, the innate masters accounted for five people. With such strength, he had the qualification to be arrogant.

"Amitabha, benefactor Wang Feng, you have killed too much. Today, Shaolin, I will do the Tao for the heavens, and get rid of your troubles!"

At this time, Xuanci also knew that he couldn't be kind, so he tore his face and planned to use the power of Shaolin to eradicate Wang Feng.

"Xuanci, I'm afraid you don't have the ability, so let's do it!"

Wang Feng raised his hand in the direction of Wu Xingyun and grabbed it. With a sound of 'chi', a sharp sword came out and was caught by Wang Feng in the air.

The sword energy is like a rainbow, rushing up into the sky, at this moment Wang Feng is like a sharp-edged sword, fierce and cold.

"The Shaolin monks follow the old man, subdue the demons and eliminate the demons, and walk the Tao for the heavens!"

Xuanci shouted and took the lead.

The large cassock automatically jumped down from the high platform without wind, all the energy gathered in the palm of the hand, and slammed towards Wang Feng.

"Vajra Palm!"

As an abbot of Shaolin, Xuanci has his own uniqueness. One of the "Vajra Palms" has reached the transmutation realm, and the energy erupted, like waves of anger, sweeping over.

"Good come!"

Wang Feng lifted his breath violently, kicked his feet on the ground fiercely, and greeted Abbot Xuanci. The long sword in his hand rolled up the sword flowers, urging a fierce and unparalleled sword energy!

ding ding ding...

The palms and swords clashed, making a sound of gold and iron clashing, and the two of them faced each other in the air, bursting out with terrifying energy.

"Dragon City Swordsmanship!"

Swish!

This sword qi pierced the air, and it was as fast as electricity, as if it was about to sever the world.

Xuanci didn't have time to react at all. A sword was swept across Xiong's mouth, and a sword mark as thin as a hair was embedded in it, and the blood surged in the next moment.

bang bang bang...

Wang Feng showed no mercy, and raised six feet in a row, kicking Abbot Xuanci back to the Shaolin side.

"Sect Master Senior Brother!"

"Master!"

A group of Shaolin monks joined hands to take over the abbot Xuanci. When they saw the shocking wound, they were horrified.

"Kill, kill this madman!"

I don't know which Shaolin monk shouted, and the Shaolin monks who were present took action one after another.

Thirty or forty Shaolin masters joined forces, causing everyone to exclaim, and they all hid far away, for fear of bringing disaster to Chiyu.

Wang Feng's eyes erupted with brilliance. Isn't this the moment he was waiting for?

Among the nearly forty eminent monks, they are basically masters above the first-class level. The eminent monks of the Xuanzi generation, such as the first of the Bodhidharma Academy and the first of the Discipline Academy, are even stronger at the peak of the First Heavenly Layer.

The next moment, this square turned into a battlefield of Shura, blood spilled on the marble floor, and one by one Shaolin monks were beheaded by Wang Feng.

When the sword qi passes, no grass grows!

Sword marks were left on the ground and walls, several statues were destroyed, and the entire square was in disarray.

"Ding, kill the top Shaolin masters and get 1000 points!"

"Ding, kill Shaolin masters and get 2000 points!"

"Ding, kill Shaolin masters and get 2000 points!"

One after another system prompts sounded in his ears, Wang Feng had no time to care, he was immersed in it, and the Shaolin monks were killed one by one.

"Damn!!"

Abbot Xuanci's eyes were flushed red, and he picked up his breath again and rushed towards Wang Feng.

Chapter 165

boom boom boom...

Wang Feng waved his long sword, and the sword energy erupted. No one can resist his edge!

"Ding, kill the first building of Xiantian 1st Dharma Academy and get 5,000 points!"

"Ding, kill the first seat of Xiantian First Layer of Discipline Academy and get 5,000 points!"

"Ding, kill the Shaolin Abbot of Xiantian Second Layer and get points!"

After a stick of incense, nearly 40 Shaolin monks all fell into a pool of blood, including Shaolin Abbot Xuanci.

Thirty first-class masters, five Houtian peak masters, three innate masters, a total of thirty-eight people, it can be said that among the Shaolin people who can be numbered, they are all here at this time.

No one alive!

With so many masters, Wang Feng's points skyrocketed.

A full 68,000 points!

In addition to the previous more than 180,000, Wang Feng's points have reached 250,000!

Getting points for killing people is really fast, especially for killing top masters, the points you get are even stronger!

In this battle, almost all the Shaolin monks were wiped out!

The rest are ordinary monks who are not even qualified to participate in the Shaolin Alliance Conference.

Holding a sharp sword in his hand, Wang Feng walked towards Wu Xingyun without looking back, returning the long sword to the scabbard.

The masters of all sects and sects present had numb scalps, frightened eyes, and pale faces.

When have they seen such a scene?

Killing is like killing a chicken, even the four notorious villains in the world have never done this before.

No one dared to hinder Wang Feng, and no one dared to say no!

Killing Xiantian is like slaughtering a dog, is there anyone on the rivers and lakes who can stop Wang Feng?

At least in the eyes of these masters of all corners of the world, he is already invincible, and no one can swipe the edge.

"Feng, there are no masters here, we can leave." Wu Xingyun gently held Wang Feng's hand and said softly.

In her heart, everything Wang Feng did was not at fault, no matter how many people Wang Feng killed, it was still the same.

"Master, the Shaolin Conference exists in name only, we can go down the mountain." Duan Yanqing and others also said.

On the contrary, Erniang Ye glanced at Wang Feng with a guilty conscience, and quietly turned her gaze to Abbot Xuanci.

Wang Feng shook his head gently, and said slowly: "It's not over yet, the real master has not yet shot."

Wang Feng's tone was firm, which made everyone puzzled.

"Shaolin has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, how can there be no masters who can do it?" Wang Feng said lightly.

Hearing Wang Feng's words, Wu Xingyun was about to speak when suddenly, her eyes flashed and she turned to look.

I saw that in front of the Shaolin Mountain gate, a tall, long-bearded old monk walked out slowly. He was dressed in a blue monk robe and held a broom in his hand, walking slowly.