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> Chapter 103 The Academy is rational, gentlemen hold

A trumpet sound instantly penetrated the gradual autumn rain and passed around the ruined ancient temple.

Master Baoshu looked at the broken arm in the rain, his face was pale, and his body with two blood holes was crumbling. As the first of the Xuankong Temple Discipline Academy, his dharma was deep and persevering. One arm could hold back without screaming, but at this time his cultivation practice was seriously damaged, and because Jun Mo Tiejian broke his arm again, it was equivalent to destroying all of him, and he could no longer bear it.

Qu Nimadi stared at the scene in front of her, suddenly screamed, and rushed to the side of the broken steps, put the blood-stained Master Baoshu in his arms, trying to stop the bleeding for him.

Qi Nian looked sad, looking at Jun Mo who was approaching him, and declared a Buddha number, because he had not spoken for many years, and his voice was a little dry, and it was extremely unsmooth.

"Mr. Er is doing the truth ..."

He couldn't finish this sentence, because Jun Mo didn't want to listen to him at this time, holding the wide and strange iron sword in his right hand, and slashed to the top of his head.

Qi Nian's face was pale at this time, and he had closed his mouth for sixteen years, which created the amazing scenes of the previous scenes, and also caused his Buddha's heart to be greatly repulsed. Fu injury, his strength has been greatly depleted, and a lot different from the peak.

But after all, it was a Buddha walking in the world, facing the iron sword that was pressed like a mountain, his face did not show any frightening expression, but extended his right finger and drew a circle in front of him. .

Qi Nian's fingers tremble slightly, and the picture in the air floating in the cold autumn rain is endless, and there is a circle of life in a circle.

Junmo's iron sword cuts straight and crosswise, and still follows the Founder's way. Just like his people, the iron sword draws countless squares in the autumn rain. The length of each sword mark is absolutely equal.

The circle drawn by the finger. The circle melted to the utmost, and every square drawn by the iron sword was nestled in between. The rain that fell into the circle just touched that breath and was flicked away.

Qi Nian looked at Jun Mo and said in a dumb voice: "How can you break me in the sky?"

Jun Mo said indifferently: "Since it is a human, we must know that we are standing on the earth."

The words fall. Only heard a few crackling sounds. The iron sword came out in a cross-section, and the buddhas in the rain sky were scattered, and the square sword was powerful and extremely round!

Qi Nian looked suddenly. Declare a buddha number and lay a twenty-seven layers of Buddhism breath shield in front of him.

"A gentleman can be deceived?"

Jun Mo snorted, holding the iron sword and breaking the 27th floor of the Buddhist atmosphere.

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Blood spilled over the corners of Qi Nian's lips. His hands blossomed in front of him as a lotus, forming a strong fingerprint of the truth.

"A gentleman can be deceived?"

Jun Mo shouted, holding the iron sword to cut through the mantra of the truth.

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Qi Nian Po vomited and bleeds, but he was still determined, and he summoned the Dharma King's dharma body and greeted the Iron Sword.

"The gentleman bullies him!"

Jun Mo shouted angrily, and the Iron Sword broke through the rain, chopping Qi Nian's body and body in two!

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Watching the Buddha suffer a heavy blow is at stake. The monks who were able to get up from the ground in Lankehou Temple roared and walked towards the stone steps, trying to save the life of Qi Nian with their flesh and blood.

Jun Mo Tie Jian left his hand, and more than ten monks fell to the ground in the sound of the screaming sword.

Tie Jian draws four straight lines in the autumn rain in Shiping, and then returns to the original place, slicing towards Qi Nian.

A straight wound suddenly appeared on Qi Nian's body.

His face was extremely pale. The lotus seat, the lotus seal, close your eyes and move the meditation.

One thought of life, one thought of death, one thought of boneless meat. One thought never dies.

Junmo didn't even care what he was doing, just let Tiejian cut the past.

In an instant. The iron sword cuts seventy-seven.

Seven thoughts move meditation eleven cycles.

The monk's clothes on him were cut into pieces, and the skin and flesh of his body were cut out of countless blood.

Those blood mouths are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, but before they are recovered, they will be cut open again by the iron sword.

No matter how fast the seven thoughts move, the recovery speed of the Buddha's body can never be faster than that of the iron sword!

At this time, he is supporting more.

While struggling to support, he must bear more pain.

That kind of pain is almost Ling Chi.

Even if the Buddha's heart is as firm as a rock, he can't help but feel the pain in his eyebrows.

The Iron Sword arrives again.

Qi Nian's body collapsed and flew backwards, hitting the collapsed Buddha statue in the temple, and a spit of blood spurted out.

Junmo continued to walk towards him.

At this time, Ye Su finally ran across the ruins of the Buddha Temple and stood in front of Qi Nian.

He looked at Jun Mo and said, "The dumb hurt first, and the victorious is also not martial."

Jun Mo said, "If this statement is reasonable, how can you besiege my little brother?"

Ye Su was silent, and said: "Ning Que and the daughter of Hades are dead, and the matter is a foregone conclusion. Today, the Lanke Temple has been destroyed. There are countless deaths and injuries of the monks. Is it still impossible for the college to destroy the Buddha?

Jun Mo said with a blank expression: "The Buddhism bullied me at the college. This bald donkey lied to my brother. The hypocrisy was extremely extreme. It seemed that such a broken method would naturally be erased from the world."

Ye Su said: "No one wants to kill Ning Que today, otherwise Qi Nian won't wait for the Buddha's descendants to destroy the Pluto's daughter. I think the two cases of Buddha have shown enough respect for the Academy The price paid is sufficient. "

Jun Mo said: "Do you think you don't have to pay for killing Sang Sang? The role of Daomen in this matter, I will ignore it for the time being, and you shouldn't force my college to fight with Daomen now."

Qi Nian lay at the foot of the broken Buddha statue, all wounds on his body, and looked terrible, but his expression was still calm and his voice remained firm: "The daughter of Hades ... must die."

Jun Mo looked at him and said, "She didn't make a mistake, why did she pay in advance for what might happen in the future? If the Pluto's daughter was the original sin, shouldn't many descendants of monks in the world be killed?"

"Tang Lu did not have this case, Gu Li did not have this proposal. So your trip today is unreasonable."

It was quiet in the autumn rain. Everyone in the field knew what kind of temperament Mr. Shuyuan had. He was not surprised to hear such words, but no one really thought that this person was reasoning, because the reason was very unreasonable, just looking at it. The wide straight iron sword held in his hand. No one wants to reason with him.

No one thought that at this time, it was Lu Chenjia who came forward to refute Mr. College II.

Although the princess of the Lunian Kingdom is famous for being a nympho, it is not worth mentioning in terms of identity or strength in front of the academy's junmo and the various walks of the world. Already heartbroken. So before she dared to shoot Sang Sang. Only then dare to speak.

Lu Chenjia slowly stood up, wiped off the rain on his face, and looked at Jun Mo and said, "Dare to ask Mr. Er. If everything is done in accordance with Tang Ligu Li, why would your iron sword kill so many today? people?"

Jun Mo said: "Tang Lu has a word, the murderer dies."

Lu Chenjia said: "But now no one knows whether Ning Que and the Pluto's daughter are dead. Since they are not sure whether they died, there is no murderer in the Lanke Temple."

Jun Mo said after a moment of silence: "This is reasonable."

Qu Nimadi held Master Baoshu, looked at his pale cheeks, old tears, and suddenly looked up, looking at Jun Mo sorrowfully and said: "Your academy always thinks that it holds truth. The madman started to kill, when did you reason? You see how painful the first one is now! "

Listening to the old woman's language involving the uncle and the teacher, she was extremely disobedient, and Junmo's eyebrows were slightly raised. Looking at Ye Su who was standing in front of Qi Nian, the right hand holding the iron sword suddenly tightened!

Ye Su's expression was stern.

Master Treasure Tree in Qunimadi's arms suddenly opened his eyes, as if he saw something terrifying, and then a straight beam of light appeared in his eyes, and he died.

Qu Nimadi did not respond for a moment, staring at the old monk in her arms.

The first of Xuankong Temple Discipline House. Just killed.

Qi Nian was shocked, Huo Ran looked up and looked angrily at Jun Mo.

Lu Chenjia thought that he had forced the founder of the second school with his temperament with words, and when he thought about it, such a tragedy would happen immediately. His face pale and murmured, "This is ... why?"

Jun Mo said: "Sang Sang is not guilty, the bald donkey slaps the heart. Gu Li once said that those who slap the heart die."

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In autumn rain, Qu Ni Madi crying desperately.

Lanke Temple, the oldest Buddhist temple in the world, has suffered unprecedented damage today. The stone steps have been damaged, the courtyard walls have collapsed, the Buddhist temple has broken, and the rear hall has become a ruin.

There were many corpses lying on the stone ping between the Buddhist temples, blood and water mixed with rainwater, flowing silently on the blue stone plate, looking extremely miserable. The monks in the Lanke Temple were countless dead and wounded. The generations of buddhist elites were killed by an iron sword in this battle.

Decades ago, the Xiling Temple ruled the lotus of the great priest, secretly commanding the powerful demons, and blood-washing countless sects in front of the Lanke Temple, but did not attack the Lanke Temple much.

Decades later, another tragedy occurred in Lanke Temple, but it was only Lanke Temple itself that suffered the tragic results this time. From today, Lanke Temple can hardly retain its current status in the spiritual world.

"Today ... too many people have died ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Master Qishan looked at the body of the monk lying in the autumn rain, and looked at the blood stains. The old face could not see sadness or joy, in the voice I can't hear any emotions.

He looked at Jun Mo and said with a grin: "Although the chessboard has been destroyed, I am not sure whether Ning Que and the Pluto's daughter are dead or alive. Jun Mo, please stop."

Junmo was silent.

He wanted to kill Qinian. Neither Ye Su nor Tang, who has been silent, can not prevent him from shooting, because this is the truth of the academy.

But it was Master Qishan who spoke, and he must be careful.

Because he knew that the master was not the hypocritical monks in the Buddhism.

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(I have n’t been embarrassed to report to you. In fact, I have been uncomfortable for several days. Today is really sad. I can only write one chapter. Tomorrow is better, just three more.)