Swordsman’s Road Chapter 266: Persevere

Jie Shan strode forward. This is a fat monk with a large body, a seven-foot man, a head as big as a bucket, an arm that can catch up with the waist of an ordinary person, and a black iron rod in his hand weighs more than three hundred pounds. As I walked, the caduceus clattered and the sound was amazing.

Jieshan Monk traveled to Tuping Zhong-yang, supported the stick, and sounded like a bell,

"Sin obstacles, the heaven descends from the fountain, only the virtue lives; the boy, He De, how can he dare to block the car, and hurt me in the same way with the two peaks of martial arts? God has a good virtue, Ru Ruo now put down the butcher knife, I Promotion Law Temple does not hesitate to give you a fairness. If you continue to be stubborn and incomprehensible, is it really my zen stick that kills no one?"

Li Ji stands up slowly, and always believes that he has no need to talk about killing people. This is the first time to speak in front of the entire Shuangfeng Wulin,

"Promotion Law Temple? Virtue? Your virtue of Promotion Law Temple is to create countless children with disabilities and then let them die on their own? Is it a corpse or a beggar, a miserable life?"

Jie Shan monk didn’t mind, "Their punishment for disability, non-legal punishment, punishment of Heavenly Dao, evil in the past life, only the reward of this life, only sincerity to the Buddha, you can cultivate the afterlife!"

Li Ji's heart is burning with anger and killing intent is boiling. At this time, any words that have become pale can only be washed with the sword in his hand and the blood on his body.

This is Li Ji's first sword forward. At the same time, the monk of Jieshan did not show any weakness. In the roar, he waved a zen stick and greeted him straight up.

A peerless swordsman and an invincible grandmaster, just like two rural farmers fighting, no moves, no body skills, no temptation, only their own strength, simple and crude, straightforward, and hedging!

The valley ravens are silent, all of them can feel their momentum, one like a sword can pierce everything, one is like a majestic mountain,

This monk is not an ordinary mortal world martial artist, a familiar magic power fluctuation can't be hidden at all in the zen stick swing room.

Li Ji is clear,

One, two, three broken steps to gain momentum, fourth step kicked out with full force, the whole body essence, Qi, spirit perfect Harmonization, magic power poured into the long sword, revealing the length of the foot sword chi, fluctuating,

Several tens of feet away, and it was almost impossible to identify with the naked eye. I only heard a huge gold-iron clash. I could discern the thunderous thundering sound of the rod ring, which was mixed with a more and more intense sword roar.

The two broke at one touch. Li Ji dashed forward only a few steps before stopping his body. When he looked back, he met the monk of Jieshan and sticked to the pole. Liyou murmured:

"You are a cultivation, you can't deceive the monk...Dare to shoot me at Suspended Temple...You, and your Gate Sect is in great trouble..."

Li Ji killed his enemies with a sword, and his heart was burning with anger, but the monk was not confessing, but threatened to threaten, what Suspended Temple, when the strength came that day, he had to come to the door to kill him, this valley will have Hundreds of disabled children, but the number of a county, how many are there in the entire Shuangfeng? I really can't imagine how could such a sin be solved by a few dead monks?

Li Ji's anger is hard to suppress, as if the meta-magnetic rays of the Necrotic Island not only suppressed Internal Spirit, but also completely destroyed his consistent calmness,

That’s not enough. It’s far from being able to atone for his death!

Li Ji lifted the body of the monk, and ran back to the valley entrance. There was a huge bluestone wall on the left side of the valley entrance. It was very smooth. Li Ji stood upright, using the monk’s body as a pen, blood and ink, cursive characters:

"I am here, there is no Buddha, no law, Restrained Maha is an old arrogant; grass-bone belly mud plastic, using a night pot as an incense burner, killing you, how is it?"

He is going to anger Promotion Law Temple and kill him!

There was a cry of excitement among the martial artist crowd of nearly a thousand people. When these few words came out, there was no room for turning around between this person and the Restrained Maha system. It must be an endless situation!

Where is Restrained Maha? There are nine masters, but only one died, and there are nearly 100 monasteries in Shuangfeng. Among them, masters are everywhere, monks are more than ten thousand, and there are countless believers. This person who is blocking the road is really brave and really rampant. The strength of one's strength is regrettable!

Fajue, Sangha saw that the body of his brother was so humiliated by people, he was furious, and both of them were robbed, and he desperately wanted to fight with the madman, but he was sipped by Fa Neng. This drink has magic power gathering. The two did not listen.

Fa Neng has a trace of determination in his sorrow, "Come back, monks, cloth madness great formation!"

Sangha was dissatisfied and said: "Brother, why do you have the enthusiasm of others to extinguish your own prestige? With my brother and sister, I can’t believe that I can’t kill this rebellious cultist."

Fajue also said: "Brother, Shuangfeng martial arts is mostly here, under the eyes of everyone, this, these dozens of people are on the same line, what will I say in Promotion Law Temple in the future?"

Fa Neng is slow and firm, "Don’t the younger brothers see it yet? This person is by no means martial artist and never heard of its reputation. That must be cultivation from North Domain! Undoubtedly, from North Domain, and good at killing, With a long sword in hand again, can you really guess his origin?

Teachers, my Restrained Maha family is now in danger. If you let this Xuanyuan sword cultivator live a double peak, you can know what it means.

Before Buddhism, what kind of face, what justice, is it still time to pay attention to these virtual images?

The cloth demon great formation, either kill the enemy to disaster, or die to worship the Buddha, there is no other way! "

This time the Restrained Maha department came to Butterfly Valley. A total of five masters died and died in a boundary mountain. In addition, there are 28 Pharma monks~IndoMTL.com~ are all excellent disciples who have been carefully trained for decades. Take out the name, you can become a hero of the party, except there is no magic power, other martial arts cultivation art, learn the superior cultivation art of Restrained Maha thirty-six skills, if it is accompanied by four masters in the center to respond, killing the Xuanyuan madman is not a delusion. .

Nine Suspended Temple monks, and another four are due to the long distance or other reasons for the future, but now these forces are enough, Fa Neng makes no sense to bet last time, miss this opportunity, then sword cultivator single sword, and Where to go?

"Hey, did you see it? The monks are going to form an array, but if they fight head-to-head, do they have to fight in groups?" Some of the many individual warriors laughed.

"Thirty-two hit one, Promotion Law Temple is really awesome, so thick-skinned!" The other voice matched.

"If I want to say that thirty-two is still a little bit, it's better to wait and wait for the monastery to come together and form a group of one hundred people great formation and one thousand people great formation.

"So I said that the Promotion Law Temple high-depth cultivation art is emerging one after another, but it is not a single thirty-six technique."

"This Xiongtai, when will the Franco-Palace have another skill? What is its name?"

"You don't even know this, this 37th technique is-group fighting."

"It turned out to be so, admire admiration, this skill is really powerful, no one in the world can block it, my two peaks martial arts and You Rong Yan!"

The following samurai warrior is ridiculous and sarcastic. Although it is human nature, it also represents a subtle change of mindset.

This is the world of martial artist. If you kill one or two, many people will look for you desperately; if you kill ten or eight, you will be respected by many people; if you have the ability to kill Hundreds of thousands, there are a large number of brain remnants that actually hug their thighs, whitewashing spread.

The so-called killing one person is killing, killing a hundred people is a male, but nothing more.