Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Someone, wearing a monk robe, big eyebrows, clear eyebrows, and noticeable bald head.

Not the young monk, but who is it?

I have been listening to the monk say that he is a master, a great master, the presence of Xingjun in the medium term, completely out of the reach of the law.

Even his own knife technique is kind of interesting in his eyes, and he needs to point it out.

Believe it or not, I didn't believe it.

But just now, the scene was eye-catching, dumbfounded, just entered the holy grace of Yan Zhe, did not catch a single knife in his hand.

Though this Yan Zhe has been hit repeatedly by himself before, he has suffered minor injuries.

The mood is also a little broken, but what else, at least it is a holy prince.

Silver gleam, just one knife, split in half, no life, no soul.

The elders of the three great demons, the leaders of the three great pirate regiments, the many scattered disciplines, and the chief true disciples of the demons, were all frightened.

There are some incredible facts in front of us.

Is this still a monk?

Long eyebrows, how can he be so fierce, he doesn't have any Buddhist commandments. Murder is murder, not soft at all, not afraid of killing at all.

“Little monk, you are a Buddhist monk, how can you join this white madman in getting dirty? He's a monstrous evil man! ”

The elder of Fantasy Cloud Sect, some brazen words, suddenly forgot, he is a great demon.

Fantasy Cloud Sect, the refining of those ghost clouds, every one of them is a sacrifice of heaven and goodness, without humanity.

But now, righteous rhetoric, in turn, pointed to Xiao Chen to say it was the great demon head.

It has to be said that the power of the young monks really frightened them and even used such words.

Yan Du was too lazy to talk, and the blade pointed. “I don't care that much. Whoever kills my brother, I will kill him. The knife in my hand, who I would like to be with, it is not your turn to point fingers and feet. ”

In a nutshell, the path of peace talks will soon be completely blocked.

“Hmm, you really want to kill all of us by yourself. Yan Zhe was just careless. Everyone went on together and killed the bald ass. ”

Despite the power that the little monk burst out of, horrible and scary, there are too many treasures on the helpless Morning.

Whether it's the fire of the idols or the eight treasures of the shrine, it's worth fighting with the little monks.

Moreover, there are many people, and there will always be some advantages in the mind.

Yan Dun smiled slightly and smiled like a Buddha. He appeared to have a benevolent eye, like a living Buddha was reincarnated.

An action, an expression, all with or without Buddha's will, intense Budweiser, turned into pure silver light, illuminating all directions.

“This light is so special, it's rare to hear that Fredwig emits silver light. ”

Xiao Chen stood up and saw this scene, his heart was surprised. There seems to be some record of silver Buddha light in the remnants of the underground Dragon City Fantasy Fire, and this is not the time to recall.

Sitting on Xiao's knees while the little monk appeared, he quickly healed his wounds and regained strength.

kā cā!

Who knows, he just sat on his knees and heard a scream. Silver glitter, Freudian on the little monk, horrible knife intent, vanishes without a trace.

The next moment appeared in front of a chief true disciple.

The chief true disciple is the dragon courtyard of the Phantom Cloud Sect. Yan Du is equivalent to his cultivation, and the realm is not much different.

But face-to-face, just a trick, Dragon Tin Woo's ghost handed, was directly cut off.

The knife was meant to be more than just a silver knife. The silver knife continued to fall. It directly burst the body of the Dragon Tingyu into a bloodbath with no remains.

Whoops

Slashing a man and landing on a stone column, Yan Du looked at those godly stunned holy princes and smiled faintly: "It's a little difficult to capture my figure with you. ”

When the voice dropped, he saw his arms flashed again, like a hawk, a silver flash, instantly sweeping through the sky.

Towards a group of people he had surrounded, his face suddenly swept away and he looked in a different direction.

Shh shh shh shh!

Like a hide-and-seek cat, repeated several times, silver gleam gleam, many holy princes were never able to surround Hindu dust.

“I'm coming. ”

Yan Du laughed and suddenly appeared in front of the chief true disciple of some tired Blood Demon Palace. I didn't even think about it, but I broke it.

The knife, brilliant silver, revealed a strange smile in the corner of the little monk's mouth.

Cangsang smile, as if human beings have survived for a hundred years, read the hundreds of life, see the thousands of prosperity, there is only loneliness left.

His knife became incredibly heavy, like a hundred years of washing across time and space.

Boom!

When he encountered the chief true disciple of the Blood Demon Temple, the ashes of the instant shock were extinguished and directly turned into dust.

“Moyer, break the knife! ”

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed brightly and immediately recognized the knife used by the little monk. It was the forbidden cultivated Moyer knife in the Buddha Gate.

It should be residual, just like myself, but only a few of them were cultivated.

But even if Moyer's knife is powerful, it can't be compared to ordinary killing moves.

The strength of the little monk also made Xiao Chen have to admit that the world does exist, the kind that can show his strength twice.

Ordinary martial artists who are able to use their fighting power by 80% can be counted.

If you can play ten percent, you can call it genius, if you can play twelve percent, you can call it evil.

Like Xiao Chen, the strongest state can play an extraordinary role of fifteen percent, in today's world, one of the finest, phoenix horns.

As for the situation like the little monk, it can only be found in the ancient books.

A late warrior of Xingjun, surrounded by nine holy priests, could easily respond and wave to kill three people.

There are some, not common sense.

“Well done! ”

At this moment, a cold grunt came out, and the little monk flashed the next time, and actually appeared in front of the most powerful Chai Lao in the Holy Honor.

Chai Lao was not afraid at all, his palms were as thin as wood, and he patted them gently.

Boom! Boom!

The sky swayed, nearby stone pillars trembled for it, the old guy really didn't know how long to live.

Waving hands, driving power, terrifying.

Boom!

The little monk spit out a mouthful of blood and was directly shocked out. For the first time, the crowd saw him so wretched.

“Hahaha, Chai Lao is amazing, there are chai Lao, enough to be worried! ”

See Chai Lao's strength and strength, other holy honor, Don time confidence greatly increased.

“Dead man, see how many times you can wield such strength! ”

The blood stain on the corner of the mouth was dry, but the silver flashed and another knife came.

The crowd was somewhat surprised to discover that the idea of sieging Hindu in front of his strange figure was an unsuccessful thing.

He could only watch, and Yan Du fought with Chai Lao alone.

It is easier to do this than it is to do it. It is obvious that Chai is becoming less powerful and less powerful.

The twilight, heavier and too old.

If it was ten years ago, it would have been too old for Hindu to see at all.

But now, his life expectancy is so close, so strongly spelled, he can feel his poor life expectancy every time.

In case of rapid reduction, always run out of oil.

“In the world! ”

Once again, the smile appeared on the dusty face of the little monk. The silver knife light emitted from the knife in his hand suddenly grew thicker.

Various kinds of human red dust and dust, constantly appearing and overlapping.

Each layer overlaps like a silver knife, engraving a yearly wheel.

Boom!

Chai Lao's weak body, after this knife, Shou Yuan ran out and the oil ran out. The old tree automatically withers away, falling into the abyss like lead stone.

“I remember! ”

At this moment, an elder of the Magic Sect suddenly changed his face, pointing his fingers at the little monk, trembling irresistibly.

The eyes were full of fears, and the little monk initially stunned and became a little panicked.

“Buddhist Silver Knife, Heavenly Eagle Monk! ”

As soon as he rubbed, his voice dropped, he was struck by a fierce knife, which hit him hard on the spot.

With a knife in his hand, Yan Dun couldn't help but regret: “Damn, it's still a step too late. ”

“Go, go, he's a silver knife monk! A natural body of bad fortune, with a Buddha's knife in its hand, free from the knife of killing, the Gu Xing of the Demonic Zong Martial Arts. Even sin can become a Buddha! ”

After the other holy priests recognized the origin of the little monk's dust, they were no longer entangled and scattered.

Silver knife monk?

Xiao Chen, who was healing, heard the title, held on to the laughter, the corner of his mouth could not bear to twitch.

This title is really superior! No wonder the little monk jumped over every time he mentioned his name.