The person who came was wearing a monk's robe, with thick eyebrows, handsome features, and a conspicuous bald head. --
If it’s not the young monk Yanchen, then who is it
I have always heard the little monk say that he is a master, a very powerful master, but the existence of Xingjun in the middle stage is completely incomprehensible.
Even his own sword skills are somewhat interesting in his eyes, and he still needs his guidance.
I don’t believe it. I didn’t believe it at all before.
But the scene just now was so shocking that people were stunned. Yan Zhe, who had just become a saint, could not catch a single sword in his hand.
Although this Yan Zhe had been hit repeatedly by him before and suffered moderate injuries.
His state of mind was also a bit broken, but no matter what, he was still a saint.
The silver light flashed, and with just such a knife, it was split in half, its life was gone, and its soul disappeared.
The elders of the three major demon sects, the leaders of the three major pirate groups, many casual cultivators, and the chief true disciples of the demon sect were all frightened.
I really can't believe the facts I see before my eyes.
Is this still a monk
He has a handsome face, but he can be so cruel and ruthless in his attacks. He has no scruples about the Buddhist precepts. Kill when you say kill, show no mercy, and have no fear of committing murder.
"Little monk, you are an eminent monk of the Buddhist sect, how can you join in the evil with this crazy devil in white clothes. He is a great evil man who has escaped into the devil's way!"
Elder Gao of the Huanyun Sect said shamelessly, completely forgetting that he was a big devil.
The refining of those ghost flags by Huanyun Sect is completely unconscionable and inhumane.
But now, with his righteous words, he pointed at Xiao Chen and said he was a big devil.
I have to say that the young monk Yanchen's strength really scared them, and he even used this kind of rhetoric.
Yanchen was too lazy to talk. He pointed the blade of the knife and said in a deep voice: "I can't care about that much. I will kill whoever kills my eldest brother. The knife in my hand will be with whomever I want to be with. It's not your turn. Pointing fingers.”
With these words, the path to peace talks was completely blocked.
"Hmph, you really want to kill all of us with your own strength. Yan Zhe is just careless. Let's go together and kill this bald donkey."
Although the young monk's burst of strength was terrifying and a bit frightening, Xiao Chen had too many valuable treasures.
Whether it is the Fire of the False God or the eight treasures of the altar, they are all worth fighting for the little monk's life.
Furthermore, there is always some advantage in the mind when there is strength in numbers.
Yanchen smiled slightly, his smile was like that of a Buddha, his eyebrows were kind and his eyes were kind, like the reincarnation of a living Buddha.
Every movement and expression has the supreme Buddha's intention, and the deep Buddha's power turns into pure silver light, shining in all directions.
"This light is really special. It's rare to hear that Fowei emits silver light."
Xiao Chen took advantage of the situation and stood up, and was secretly surprised when he saw this scene. In the incomplete memories inherited from the False God's Fire in the Underground Dragon City, there seem to be some records about the silver Buddha's light, but now is not the time to recall them.
Taking advantage of the little monk's appearance, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged and quickly healed his injuries and regained his strength.
Click!
Who would have thought that he would hear a scream as soon as he sat cross-legged? With a flash of silver light, the little monk's Buddha power and the terrifying sword intent disappeared without a trace.
The next moment he appeared, he fell in front of a chief true disciple.
The chief true disciple was Long Tingyu of the Huanyun Sect, and Yanchen had the same level of cultivation as him, and his realm was almost the same.
But face to face, with just one move, the ghost flag in Long Tingyu's hand was cut off directly.
The intention of the sword continued, and the silver sword continued to fall, directly exploding Long Tingyu's flesh and blood into a ball of blood, leaving no bones.
call out!
After killing one person and landing on the stone pillar, Yanchen looked at the stunned saints and said with a faint smile: "It's still a bit difficult to capture my figure with just you."
After the words fell, he saw his arms spread out again, and the man was like an eagle, flashing silver light across the sky in an instant.
The group of people surrounding him immediately rushed away, their expressions changed drastically, and they quickly looked in another direction.
Whoosh whoosh!
Like playing hide and seek, repeated several times, in the flash of silver light, many saints were still unable to surround Yan Chen.
"I am coming."
Yanchen laughed loudly and suddenly appeared in front of the somewhat tired Chief True Disciple of the Blood Demon Palace. Without thinking, he slashed at him with his sword.
This knife was shining with silver light, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of the young monk's mouth.
The smile of vicissitudes of life seems to have survived for hundreds and thousands of years in the world. It has read all kinds of life and seen all the prosperity, leaving only the loneliness and vicissitudes of life.
The light of his sword suddenly became extremely thick, as if it had traveled through time and space and gone through thousands of years of washing.
Bang!
The chief true disciple of the Blood Demon Palace who encountered his sword was shaken and annihilated on the spot, turning directly into dust.
"Maya's breaking sword!"
A bright light flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, and he immediately recognized the sword technique used by the young monk. It was the Maya Breaking Sword that was forbidden to be practiced by people in the Buddhist sect.
It should be a residual form. Like myself, I have only practiced a few of them.
But even though the Maya Breaking Sword is powerful, it cannot be compared with ordinary killing moves.
The young monk's strength also made Xiao Chen have to admit that there does exist in this world the kind of person who can display his own strength multiple times.
For ordinary warriors, it is considered remarkable if they can exert 80% of their own fighting power.
Those who can perform at 100% can be called geniuses, and those who can perform at 120% can be called monsters.
People like Xiao Chen, who can perform 150% of their normal performance in their strongest state, are only a handful in today's world.
As for the situation like the little monk, you can only find it in ancient books.
A warrior in the late stage of Xingjun was actually able to deal with the situation easily when surrounded by nine saints, killing three of them with a wave of his hand.
In fact, there are some things that are inconsistent with common sense.
"Well done!"
At this moment, a cold snort came out, and the next time the young monk flashed, he actually appeared in front of Mr. Chai, the most powerful among the saints.
Mr. Chai was not afraid at all, and patted it away with his skinny palm.
Boom!
The sky shook, and the nearby stone pillars trembled. The old guy really didn't know how long he lived.
The power he wielded with his hand was terrifying.
Bang!
The young monk spat out a mouthful of blood and was knocked away. This was the first time that everyone saw him in such a mess.
"Hahaha, Mr. Chai is great. With Mr. Chai here, I have no worries!"
Seeing Mr. Chai's tyrannical strength, the other saints' confidence immediately increased.
"I'm about to die, let's see how many times you can show off such tyrannical energy!"
Yanchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but he was not convinced at all. There was a flash of silver light and another stab.
Everyone was a little surprised to find that in the face of Yanchen's strange movement skills, it was impossible to besiege him.
He could only watch helplessly as Yan Chen and Chai Lao fought alone.
Each move became easier than the last, and it was obvious that Mr. Chai was becoming more and more unable to do what he wanted.
The old age in his body is getting heavier and heavier, he is too old.
If it had been ten years ago, perhaps Mr. Chai would not have taken Yan Chen seriously at all.
But now, his life expectancy is approaching, and every time he fights so hard, Chai Lao feels that his life span is too short.
It is decreasing rapidly, and the oil will run out at any time.
"in the world!"
The smile of vicissitudes of life once again appeared on the face of the young monk Yanchen, and the silver sword light emitted from the sword in his hand became thicker in an instant.
All kinds of strange phenomena in the human world keep appearing and overlapping.
With each overlapping layer, the transformation is like engraving an annual ring on the silver sword light.
boom!
Chai Lao's frail body, after receiving this knife, his longevity was exhausted, and his oil was exhausted and his lamp was dry. The body withered automatically like an old tree, and fell into the abyss like lead stone.
"I remembered!"
At this moment, an elder from the Demon Sect suddenly changed his face and pointed at the young monk, trembling uncontrollably.
With a look of fear in his eyes, the young monk was stunned at first, and then became a little panicked.
"Buddha's Gate Silver Sword, Sky Eagle Demon Monk!"
Click, as soon as he finished speaking, he was hit by Yan Chen's violent knife, severely injuring him on the spot.
Holding the sword in hand, Yan Chen couldn't help but regretfully said: "Damn it, it's still a step too late."
"Hurry up, hurry up, he is the little demon monk with a silver sword! He is born with a body of bad luck. He holds the Buddha's sword and is not shackles of killing. He is the nemesis of the warriors of the Demon Sect. Even if his sins are heinous, he can become a Buddha instantly!"
After the other saints recognized the origin of the young monk Yanchen, they stopped entangled and dispersed.
Silver knife little demon monk
Xiao Chen, who was recovering from his injuries, suppressed his smile when he heard such a title, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
This title is indeed domineering! No wonder the little monk immediately jumped over it every time he mentioned what people were called.
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