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Here, the lama has pulled a group of prisoners into the city of Qinzhou and asked the city lord to call everyone. He stood on a high platform and publicly told the evil things about the chaos of the Buddha, and immediately aroused public outrage. The believers wanted to humiliate the group of Buddhas. Throwing rocks to death.

When the real crowd was surging like a wave, there was a sudden sound of thunder.

"The Shaolin evildoer is here! Who dares to hurt my buddhist disciple!"

Everyone was shocked. Looking back, they saw a group of bald-headed monks standing on the towering city wall of Qinzhou. The headed one was full of golden light, carrying a long staff, like a Buddha statue in a temple, awe-inspiring.

The monks on the wall chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha!" The sound was like an ancient bell, shaking endlessly.

The lama was not panicked. It turned out that his King Kong Sect had a resident in Qinzhou. This group of monks had come to robbery the field silently. With this shout, a group of red robe wearing cockscomb hats suddenly appeared. Fan monk.

A lama wearing the robes of the King of the Ming carrying a blue-eyed ghost head knife, shouted to the battle, "King of the King of King Kong Zong Ming, Qiongda Sulang Zhenguan! Those who come will die!"

I saw him leaping tens of feet in a vertical jump, as if shrinking into an inch, he was using the extraordinary sixth-order martial arts skills.Such unremarkable kung fu has reached Qiongda Sulang, but it is also extraordinary, and the speed is as fast as those famous fourth-order light skills.

The monks in the Central Plains saw the tantric Ming king coming so fiercely, they did not dare to despise, Zen Master Zi Nie and the other three Shaolin elders flashed against Qiongda Surang.

The rest of the monks also rushed into the crowd, rushing to the high platform of the practice field, but they were stopped by the other monks.

Surrounded by the four masters, Naqiongda Sulang only smiled coldly, slashing with a knife.

Zi Nie resorted to the Widow magic wand method, and his qi was in the air, his strength was strong, and he struck the ghost knife with sparks flashing sharply.

The other three hurriedly resorted to means to attack Qiongda Surang's vitals, waving the three-stroke stick like crazy, it was merciless!

The tantric king saw his son’s evil deeds well, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to defeat the enemy, but the other three were fierce, and they would lose for a long time, so he swung a big knife so that water could not enter, and secretly lucked.

A high-level monk had a wide range of knowledge, and said anxiously: "Be careful! This monk is going to be tricky!"

Before the words fell, Na Qiongda Sulang shouted.

"Om!"

It was the six-character mantra of the Buddhist school. When Fang uttered, the golden light was blazing, and the whole body was full of air. There was boundless and vigorous blessing. The four monks only felt that the Qiongda Surang in front of them suddenly turned into a red face, blue mouth, three eyes and eight arms. The king of angry eyes flew like a waterfall falling to the ground with a knife, unstoppable.

This is the second-order martial arts of the King Kong Sect-Liushen Mighty Knife!

The situation was not allowed to happen, Zen Master Zi Nie rushed forward, and a big golden bell appeared all over his body. The big sword struck him, Hong Zhong vibrated, and the sound stopped.

Secret Fifth-Golden Bell Jar!

Chapter 111 Divine Sword, Divine Palm, Nine Heavens Bodhisattva

First cut!

clang--!

Zen Master Zi Nie rose up and resisted with the golden bell hood stunt. The powerful sound even overturned the surrounding people. Seeing their nose and mouth bleeding, they were afraid that they might not survive.

Jonda Surang slapped another knife.

"Well!"

A dense wheel loomed around the enraged god king, and the guardian of the sky was shown in the dense wheel, chanting the mantra, and his strength increased!

Second cut!

Zen Master Zi Nie yelled "End!" The next moment, the four Shaolin elders made concerted efforts, and the four long rods were staggered like flowers, and they set up an array of Shaolin extremely fourth-order stunts.

Bang!

A golden Arhat appeared in the void, erecting his palms into a mountain, preventing this second sword.

"Yes!"

The dense wheel glowed red, burning like flames, and the king raised a punch, like a meteor falling to the ground.

The third cut!

The golden Arhat swung his arm and knocked him away. The broad and mad sword spirit lifted the flagstones on the long street, flew into the restaurant beside the road, and directly knocked down the huge building.

"Bat!"

Foot on the hell group of ghosts, smoke billowing, sweeping across the sky.

Fourth knife!

Luohan was wrapped in smoke, but he was inexhaustible with his fists in all directions, and eventually he was devoured by evil spirits and died.

The stick formation broke apart, except for Zen Master Zi Nie who practiced superbly, the other three elders all backed back and forth, stepping on solid footprints with each step.

"It's so rigid and soft! Great! Great!" An elder sighed and shook his head, then raised his stick again to meet the enemy.

"mum!"

Manzhushahua grows everywhere, and the god king disappears, leaving only the horrible dense wheel circling crazily.

Fifth knife!

The little Arhat rod formation re-emerged, but it was broken in a blink of an eye. This knife is no longer the weak one can resist!

The corner of Zen Master Zi Nie's eyes burst, blood splashed ten feet, and he suddenly rushed forward and raised his staff to greet him.

"Children!"

"Brother!"

The three elders exclaimed, trying to resort to the strategy of encircling Wei and saving Zhao, but the King of King Kongzong also went with the King of God. The man and the sword were united and turned into a splendid sword.

This knife is close to Tao.

Zen Master Zi Nie’s hand of the highest grade four-grade maddened rod suddenly shattered, and the light of the knife cut through the body guard, and cut a huge hole in the strong body of the Zen master’s gold, plastic, iron, and red blood splashed. The wound has reached the bone.

There is one last cut.

Among the top masters, there is almost a difference between heaven and earth.

...

On the high platform of the dharma field, the innocent villagers were suddenly excited when they saw someone coming to rescue them, but when the Lamas of the Vajra Sect went to fight, their moods were ups and downs again.

Sanjie was tied to the long column. His right arm was already bruised and swollen, and gradually did not feel pain. Next to him was Xuan Shen, and the youth looked at the monk dyingly.

The monk seemed to sense his gaze, opened his eyes, and turned his head to reveal a gentle smile.

"Master, those high monks can beat the King Kong Sect... villains?"