I Evolved The Heavens

Xiao Yuanshan was like a mad tiger, he rushed in front of Murong Bo in the blink of an eye. He punched fiercely, and the surrounding air shook violently like a violent wind.

"It's you, you're Xiao Yuanshan!"

Murong Bo didn't know Xiao Yuanshan, but he knew Xiao Feng.

Seeing the similar faces of the two, he understood in an instant, and at the same time recognized each other, who was the mysterious thief who had often met him in the Shaolin Buddhist scriptures.

How could Xiao Feng watch if Xiao Yuanshan took the shot.

"Dog thief, I will kill you!"

He also snarled and rushed towards Murong Bo, but was stopped by Murong Fu: "Hugh will hurt my father."

boom! boom!

Soon, the two pairs of father and son were fighting each other.

Kumozhi put his hands together, and he stepped forward and said, "Amitābha, Master Xuanci, you benefactors. It would be more killings. The little monk advises you to surrender. Otherwise, the Shaolin Temple today will shed blood into a river."

Xuan Ci said sternly: "As a Song citizen, how can you surrender to Fanbang. But since you are here, I'm afraid you won't be able to go down the mountain today."

Kumozhi sighed and said, "In this case, the little monk is offended. Two princes, let's do it too."

Yelu Qifeng and Li Yuanzhen looked at each other and nodded one after another.

They shouted: "Kill."

"kill!"

Nearly a thousand people behind them sang high, drew their swords and rushed forward.

Xuan Ci had long been aspiring to death, and was the first to rush up.

In this case, other people can only bite the bullet and rush forward, and they will die.

Wu Yazi smiled faintly: "Two juniors, you guys should do it too"

"The three seniors are just barbarians. If you do, just leave them to me."

However, Yang Yi said, he stepped out in one step, as if shrinking into an inch, and instantly appeared in front of Kumazhi.

Kumazhi's eyes were horrified, he only felt a flower in front of him, and Yang Yi came to him.

And a silent palm, it was already pressed on his chest.

"Do not!"

Kumazhi roared in his heart, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, and then he completely lost consciousness.

One move easily killed Ku Mazhi, Yang Yi didn't stop, and he tapped his fingers twice in a row. The invisible mending sky pierced the air instantly and directly sank into the heads of Yelu Qifeng and Li Yuanzhen.

The two masters of Xiantian Ninth Stage didn't even have time to react, so they just died.

All this happened so quickly that there was less than a breath of time.

Before Xuanci and the others could catch up with the opponent, Yang Yi directly beheaded the three masters. Then he rushed into the crowd, patching the sky and swept out, passing all the way, in pieces. The man fell like a straw.

In a blink of an eye, the coalition forces of various countries were pierced by Yang Yi.

Until this time, Xuan Ci and others rushed to the front of the coalition forces of various countries, and each one sucked in cold air.

They were horrified in their eyes, but excited in their hearts.

Because the more terrifying Yang Yi, the greater their winning rate and the lower their casualties.

As for the coalition forces of various countries, when they came back to their senses, they were directly shocked.

Good guy, in the blink of an eye, the three strongest of one's own side were killed, and one's own team was also pierced. Hundreds of people were killed, just like cutting leeks.

How many times can they withstand this speed?

boom!

After the people in front collided with various sects in the Central Plains, the people behind turned around and fled, panicked.

The morale of one side was high, the morale of the other side was lost, and the two sides reached a verdict.

The coalition forces of various countries collapsed directly!

kill!

Xuan Ci and the others chased them all the way, and soon chased out of the Shaolin Temple.

On the square, only the two fathers and sons of the Xiao family and the Murong family were fighting.

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan are evenly matched, but Murong Fu and Xiao Feng are very different.

Four years ago, he was sucked by Yang Yi about half of Xiantian True Qi. After four years of hard work, he finally recovered.

Compared with four years ago, Xiao Feng's martial arts is even higher, reaching the Tenth Stage of Xiantian.

Because he lived in seclusion, he had more time to cultivate.

Xiantian's Tenth Stage vs. Xiantian's Eighth Stage, the result was naturally obvious. After less than a hundred moves, Xiao Feng severely injured Murong Fu with a palm.

He did not kill Murong Fu either, but turned and attacked Murong Bo.

Because in Xiao Feng's eyes, the real enemy is Murong Bo, as for Murong Fu, he has no intention of killing.

Faced with the joint efforts of Xiao Feng and his son, Murong Bo became precarious.

If there is no accident, I am afraid that the hundred strokes will not be able to survive, and Murong Bo will be killed, but at this moment, a Buddha's horn, like a twilight drum and morning bell, sounded in everyone's ears.

"Amitābha!"

An old monk in gray, bowed and holding a broom, appeared on the square more than once.

The person here is the sweeping monk.

The three elders Xiaoyao looked at the sweeping monk vigilantly as if they were approaching an enemy.

Because they didn't even notice when this old monk appeared.

"When is the time to report the injustice, three benefactors, please stop."

The sweeping monk's voice was old, and his broom seemed to be swept out lightly, but the surrounding air seemed to freeze, Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan's eyes showed horror, and they could only watch the broom being inserted between them.

Murong Bo was naturally pleasantly surprised, he seemed to see the way to escape.

Yang Yi smiled faintly, and as soon as he lifted his footsteps, he blocked the front of the sweeping monk, and then patted out with his right hand, like a spring breeze, sweeping on the broom.

The broom shattered instantly, and then turned into dust, leaving only a bare stick.

The muddy eyes of the sweeping monk instantly brightened, and he looked at Yang Yi closely.

Yang Yi looked at the sweeping monk and smiled indifferently: "Master. Repaying debts, killing people and paying lives is a matter of course. If there is a grudge, is it still a human being? Why should you intervene to prevent others from taking revenge. If the master If you want to move your muscles and muscles, Junior is happy to accompany you."

hiss! hiss!

Wuyazi and the others were shocked. Listening to Yang Yi's meaning, the old monk in front of him is probably also a powerful person in the Aperture Refining Realm.

Why didn't you get out of the Aperture Refining Realm before, but now you have two people when you get out?

The sweeping monk said with an old voice: "How many people have been killed by the old benefactor Xiao in order to get revenge, and should the relatives and friends of those people come back with revenge? In the Yanmen incident, enough people have died, and the living people continue to fight like this. , How can the dead rest in peace? The world is like a dream bubble. Only by letting go of the obsessions in your heart can you be liberated."

Yang Yiqiang laughed and said: "Master's Realm, I don't dare to imagine mortals. The world is like Sea of ​​Bitterness, how do you know that we are not willing to sink and float in it, so why do we need to be liberated? As for those who were killed Relatives and friends, if they are strong enough, they can naturally kill Xiao Yuanshan to get revenge. Confucius said, the revenge of the tenth generation can still be paid."

The sweeping monk shook his head and said: "Donor, you have too much killing intent on you. My cultivation martial arts is just to strengthen your body, but you use it to kill people, which has already violated Martial Dao's original intention. If the donor does not want to become a demon in his later years Please stay in Shaolin Temple and use Dharma to resolve the murder in your heart."

Yang Yi also shook his head and said, "Master, you are wrong again. Since martial arts was created, it was meant to kill. The ancestors used to drink blood and were surrounded by fierce beasts of this man. If they did not practice martial arts, how could they be How can the current society come out of the primitive society where Ru Mao drinks blood?

Back then, Xuan Bei wanted to surrender me and follow him to become a monk and learn Buddhism. In the end, we fought and he couldn't help me.

Since the master also wants to ferry me, it's up to you to see if you have this ability. "

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