1849th No Wonder No Wonder

The visitor was dressed in a monk's robe, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, delicate features, and a conspicuous bald head. --

If it wasn't the little monk Yanchen, who else.

I have always heard the little monk say that he is a master, a very powerful master, and the existence of Xingjun in the middle period is completely out of sight.

Even his own knife skills are interesting in his eyes, and he still needs to point them out.

I don't believe it, I didn't believe it at all before.

But in the scene just now, people were stunned. Yan Zhe, who had just entered the holy rank, didn't catch a single knife in his hand.

Although this Yan Zhe had already been hit repeatedly by himself before, and suffered moderate injuries.

The state of mind is also a little broken, but no matter what, he is still a saint after all.

The silver light flickered, and it was split in half with just one knife, with no vitality, and the soul dissipated.

The elders of the three major demon sects, the heads of the three major pirate regiments, many casual cultivators, and the chief true disciples of the demon sect were all frightened.

I can't believe it, what I saw before my eyes.

Is this still a monk?

Chang has delicate features, how can he be so cruel and ruthless when he strikes, he doesn't have any scruples about the Buddhist precepts. If you say kill, you will kill, you will not be soft-hearted, and you will not be afraid of committing the precept of killing at all.

"Little monk, you are an eminent Buddhist monk, how can you join forces with this white-clothed madman. He is a great villain who has escaped into the devil's way!"

Elder Gao of the Illusory Cloud Sect said with some shamelessness that he completely forgot that he was a big devil.

The refining of the ghost banners of the Huanyun Sect is devoid of conscience and inhumane.

Now it is, with righteous words, pointing at Xiao Chen and calling him the big devil.

It has to be said that the strength of the little monk Yanchen really frightened them, and even used this kind of rhetoric.

Yan Chen was too lazy to talk, pointed at the blade, and said in a deep voice: "I can't control that much, whoever kills my elder brother, I will kill him. The knife in my hand, whoever I want to be with, it's not your turn. Pointing fingers."

With those words, the way of peace talks was completely blocked.

"snort,

You really want to kill all of us alone. Yan Zhe was just careless, everyone went up together and killed the bald donkey. "

Although the erupting strength of the little monk was frightening, but there were too many treasures on Xiao Chen's body.

Whether it is the Fire of the False God or the Eight Supreme Treasures of the Divine Platform, they are all worth fighting for the life of the little monk.

Furthermore, with a large number of people, there will always be some advantages in mind.

Yan Chen smiled slightly, his smiling face was like a Buddha's, with benevolent brows and kind eyes, like the reincarnation of a Living Buddha.

Every movement, every expression, has the supreme Buddha's intention, and the thick Buddha's power turns into pure silver light, shining in all directions.

"This light is really special. It's rarely heard that Fowei emits silver light."

Taking advantage of the situation, Xiao Chen got up and was secretly surprised when he saw this scene. In the incomplete memory inherited from the Fire of the False God 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.

Taking advantage of the appearance of the little monk, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged, quickly healed his injuries and recovered his strength.

Click!

Who knew, just as he sat cross-legged, he heard a scream. The silver light flickered, and the Buddha power on the little monk's body and the terrifying sword intent disappeared without a trace.

When the next moment appeared, it landed in front of a chief true disciple.

The chief true disciple is Long Tingyu from the Illusory Cloud Sect, and Yan Chen's cultivation level is comparable to his, and his realm is almost the same.

But face to face, with just one move, the ghost banner in Long Tingyu's hand was cut off directly.

The sword intent continued, and the silver ring knife continued to fall, directly exploding Long Tingyu's body into a ball of blood, leaving no bones left.

call out!

After beheading a person and falling on the stone pillar, Yan Chen looked at the astonished saints and said with a faint smile: "It's up to you to capture my figure, and it's still a bit difficult."

As soon as the words fell, I saw the arms stretched out again, the person was like a goshawk, and the silver light flashed across the sky in an instant.

The group of people who surrounded him suddenly rushed away, their expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly looked in another direction.

Whoosh whoosh!

It was like playing hide-and-seek, repeated several times, and amidst the flashing silver light, many saints were still unable to surround Yanchen.

"I am coming."

Yan Chen laughed loudly, and suddenly appeared in front of the somewhat exhausted Chief True Disciple of the Blood Demon Palace, without even thinking about it, he slashed at him with his knife.

This knife was shining with silver light, and the corner of the little monk's mouth showed a strange smile.

The vicissitudes of life and the smile seem to have survived in the world for hundreds of thousands of years. After reading all kinds of life and seeing all kinds of prosperity, only the lonely vicissitudes are left.

The light of his knife suddenly became extremely thick, as if it had crossed time and space and had been washed for thousands of years.

Boom!

The Chief True Disciple of the Blood Demon Palace who encountered his knife was instantly annihilated and turned into dust.

"Maya breaks the vow!"

With a flash of light in Xiao Chen's eyes, he immediately recognized the saber technique used by the little monk, which is the Maya saber that is forbidden by Buddhists.

It should be a remnant score, just like myself, only practiced a few of them.

But even though Maya Breaking the Precepts Saber is powerful, it cannot be compared with ordinary killing moves.

The strength of the little monk also made Xiao Chen have to admit that there really exists in this world, that kind of people who can show their own strength in multiples.

For ordinary warriors, if they can exert 80% of their own strength in combat, it is considered remarkable.

Those who can perform 100% can be called geniuses, and those who can perform 120% can be called evildoers.

Like Xiao Chen, there are only a handful of people in today's world who can perform 150% of their supernormal performance in their strongest state, and they are very rare.

As for the situation like the little monk, you can only find it in ancient books.

A martial artist in the late stage of Xingjun was able to deal with it with ease under the siege of nine sages, and killed three of them with a wave of his hand.

There are some things that are not common sense.

"Well done!"

At this moment, a cold snort came out, and the next time the little monk flickered, he actually appeared in front of Chai Lao, who was the strongest among the saints.

Chai Lao was not afraid at all, and lightly patted his skinny palm away.

Rumble!

The sky shook, and the nearby stone pillars trembled. The old man really didn't know how long he had lived.

The power that is driven by waving hands is extremely terrifying.

Boom!

The little monk spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying out. It was the first time that everyone saw him in such a panic.

"Hahaha, Mr. Chai is amazing. With Mr. Chai here, there is nothing to worry about!"

Seeing Chai Lao's tyrannical strength, the confidence of the other saints immediately increased greatly.

"Dying man, let's see how many times you can show such tyrannical strength!"

Yan Chen wiped away the blood stains at the corner of his mouth, but he refused to accept it at all. With a flash of silver light, he struck again.

Everyone was a little surprised to find that in the face of Yan Chen's weird body skills, trying to besiege him was simply impossible.

He could only watch helplessly as Yanchen and Chai Lao fought alone.

One move is easier than the other, and it can be clearly found that Mr. Chai is becoming more and more powerless.

The stagnation in his body became heavier and heavier, he was too old.

If it was ten years ago, Mr. Chai might not have paid attention to Yan Chen at all.

But now, his lifespan is approaching, under such a strong effort, every time Mr. Chai feels that he has a poor lifespan.

It is rapidly decreasing, and it is like running out of fuel at any time.

"in the world!"

A vicissitudes of life smile once again appeared on the face of the little monk Yanchen, and the silver light of the Jie knife in his hand became thicker in an instant.

All kinds of mortal visions in the world keep appearing and overlapping.

Each overlapping layer is transformed into a silver knife light, engraving an annual ring.

boom!

Chai Lao's frail body, after receiving the knife, his life energy was exhausted, and his oil was exhausted. The body withered automatically like an old tree, and fell into the abyss like a lead stone.

"I remembered!"

At this moment, an elder of the Mozong's face suddenly changed wildly, and he pointed at the young monk, trembling uncontrollably.

There was a look of fear in his eyes, the little monk was stunned at first, and then became a little flustered.

"Buddha's Gate Silver Sword, Sky Eagle Demon Monk!"

Kacha, as soon as he finished speaking, he was slashed by Yanchen with a violent knife, severely wounding him on the spot.

With Jie Dao in his hand, Yan Chen couldn't help but regret and said: "Damn it, it's still a step too late."

"Hurry up, hurry up, he is a little demon monk with a silver knife! Born with a body of bad luck, he holds a Buddha's door saber and is not bound by the ring of killing. He is the nemesis of the warriors of the demon sect. Even if the crime is heinous, he can become a Buddha immediately!"

After the other saints recognized the origin of the little monk Yanchen, they stopped entanglement and scattered away.

Silver knife little demon monk?

Xiao Chen, who was recovering from his wounds, couldn't hold back his smile when he heard such a title, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but 'twitch'.

This title is really domineering! It's no wonder that every time the little monk mentioned a person's name, he immediately jumped over it.

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