Chapter 127: Buddhist Lion Roar

Chapter 127

The Zhenlong game requires a lot of energy and time, and there is plenty of time for each move. Even if it stops for several hours, Master Xuankong will not care. Even when he goes offline during the game, it only shows that the player sits quietly at the table The scene can continue after going online.

In Master Xuankong's house, no one can disturb him!

Kaixin wanted to take advantage of the special situation here from the very beginning, delaying time, and avoiding the emperor's birthday with court tributes, but now he is not sure of passing the Zhenlong chess game. Of course, he can only help the white tiger survive while trying to prolong his own defeat. .

Zhenlong chess game, happy this contest is a small half day.

He didn't know that after staying in the temple for so long, it was already bright outside, the wind was raging, and blood was raining like a storm!

Hundreds of meters from different gangs, or self-organized teams, clearly surrounded this dilapidated small temple. Twenty meters away from the small temple, no less than a hundred corpses fell in a haphazard manner...

Monk Zhiheng guarded the gate of the small temple like a towering mountain, clasped his hands together, and let countless flying arrows and hidden weapons splash past, but his body moved in a small range like a ghost, and countless arrows and hidden weapons fell. to the void;

"roll!"

Once he notices that someone is taking the opportunity to approach the small temple, no matter where the other party is, he will immediately transform from an immovable arhat into the most cold-blooded and ruthless King Ming, and kill those who try to invade the temple with one move.

"Hundred Step Divine Fist!"

A hundred meters away from the temple, a group of people dressed in plain white scribes stood calmly holding their swords. After looking up for a while, they all showed serious expressions. One of them said:

"The superior martial art of the Xuanmiao Realm has amazing lethality, and the strength contains the mystery of hitting cattle from the air. Unless you have a superior body protector and good equipment at the same time, no one can block the next move." After a pause, he looked at Monk Zhiheng's gaze became extremely complicated: "In addition, the killing distance of the Hundred Steps Divine Fist varies depending on the level of the realm. When the realm reaches its peak, anyone can be easily killed within a hundred steps."

Hearing this, a group of people around couldn't stop breathing.

Judging from the fact that Monk Zhiheng easily took away the players behind the temple, even if the opponent's Hundred Steps Divine Fist hadn't reached its peak state, it was probably not far from the peak state.

"I don't know which kid it is, so lucky, not only took the tribute, but also triggered the task in the temple, and was protected by the NPC..."

Looking at the bright red dots on the map in their hands, many players sighed softly.

"It is said that a long time has passed. I think this kid should know that we are outside, so he deliberately stayed inside and didn't come out. He planned to wait until the emperor's birthday before leaving."

"...Once the time passes, even if we kill him, there will be no more tributes." A group of people talked and turned their attention to the monk Zhiheng in front of the temple again!

If monk Zhiheng had not used his strength to establish an indestructible image, a group of people might rush to kill him immediately!

Another group of people not far away, also because of the stalemate of the situation, gradually changed from initial depression to plainness and sighing luckily:

They were the first group of small gangs who learned that there was a tribute in the small temple of Songshan Mountain.

Because the number of people is relatively small, when I learned the news by accident, I didn't believe that there would be such a good thing waiting for me, and I was smart enough to spread the news to the Shaolin Temple. Major gangs.

result!

Among these people, some of them could not bear the torment for a long time, and just needed a step to leave, so they brought them into the mountain without hesitation...

But the most powerful gangs still stick to their positions, all the way to the top of the steps outside the Shaolin Temple, killing each other crazily, fighting for the ownership of the brocade box at the last moment, doing everything they can, sacrificing their lives!

However, a group of people who moved to the battle soon discovered that the news that there were tributes hidden in the small temple in Songshan was true!

A group of people who had given up fighting for tribute,

With a stronger passion and fighting spirit again, except for a few gangs whose strength has been compromised, most of the gangs frantically mobilized their troops.

From the desperate and crazy intrusion at the beginning, to the continuous throwing of corpses outside the temple, their behavior gradually calmed down.

In less than half a day, at least two hundred players were killed outside the temple, becoming the souls of Monk Zhiheng...

now!

A large number of archers from more than a dozen gangs surrounded the small temple, and even though they did their best, they still couldn't pose a threat to Monk Zhiheng, and still couldn't shake him in the slightest.

A group of people are discouraged!

But more people are not reconciled...

"It's not impossible to break through here, after all, he's the only monk..."

A Taoist priest with a high crown came over and suggested:

"Our gangs and factions will go together! As long as the monk is trapped, the others will go straight to the temple, no matter who wins first, grab the brocade box out of the temple and then compete! What do you think?!"

This proposal was quickly agreed by the leaders of the major gangs.

...

The temple is booming!

Dozens of men and horses from various gangs formed a death squad, carrying knives and swords, fully opened their realm, and dignifiedly and carefully opened the pocket formation, approaching Zhiheng.

"..."

Zhiheng seemed to feel a more dignified and menacing aura coming from all directions, before they got too close, under the cold ring scar, a touch of coldness without the slightest emotion flashed across his bland eyebrows and eyes.

The cold killing intent in the eyes, combined with the face of King Zhihengming who is not angry and pretentious, an invisible aura overwhelmingly oppresses the surrounding players!

This look immediately detonated the player.

The mind was shocked, "Go!", "Drink!" A group of people roared, while emboldening their own people, they rushed up one after another bravely and rushed towards Zhiheng.

More than a hundred players from the Good Fortune Realm fought at the same time, and the momentum is mighty, which is amazing at first glance!

Soon, Monk Zhiheng sensed the crisis after the players approached...

Two hands are no match for four palms.

Now he is facing hundreds of fists and kicks, no matter how fast he is, it will be difficult to kill them all in a short time...

In the blink of an eye, Zhiheng was completely overwhelmed by the deliberate players, trapped in heavy siege, difficult to break through.

"it's time!"

"superior!!!"

The eyes of the people on the periphery shone brightly, and more people jumped up impatiently without waiting for other people's orders, and rushed towards the earthen wall of the temple at the fastest speed.

"Tat-tat-tat..."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Flying on the grass, floating on the water, chasing cicadas in eight steps, climbing clouds! At this moment, the lightness skills of various sects and sects became the biggest advantage in the competition. Amidst countless crackling sounds, the situation outside the temple was suddenly disturbed.

Hundreds of people are running wildly.

The speed is fast, less than ten meters away from the wall...

Seeing that the temple is about to be invaded by countless players.

A roar that trembled in the mountains and forests suddenly burst out from the crowd surrounded by hundreds of players!

"Roar!!!!"

The lion roared violently, forming yellow ripples faintly visible to the naked eye in the air. Hundreds of players around were the first to bear the brunt, as if they had hit an iron wall heavily, spurting blood and flying out of the air one after another, revealing the murderous aura inside, constantly sending out cracks. Monk Zhiheng of the Golden Lion Roar!

"Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho..."

The sound waves of the lion's roar scraped the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, and even corpses spread out at an astonishing speed;

A group of people near the temple felt like they were struck by lightning before they touched the wall! Without breathing, one after another fell to the ground with broken wings like birds shot down in the air.

Seeing the players who were hit hard by the sound waves and rolling all over the ground like nothing, the angry monk Zhiheng opened his arms, roaring incessantly, plowing the outside of the temple fiercely with sound waves again and again, still has no intention of stopping... …