Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 355 Emperor Ping stepped on, destroying Cihang!
"absurd!"

Behind Fan Qinghui, an old nun took a step forward and scolded with an angry face.

Huang Lin glanced at her unkindly, raised his hand and flicked his fingers, and a lavender vigor shot out of his hand.

The old Ni's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes revealed panic.

Can't hide!
At this moment, Fan Qinghui stretched out her plain hand with a solemn face, the white palm had a glimmer of light, and seemed to move slowly to the right.

boom!
Most of his fingers were blocked, but the old nun was still knocked back a few steps by the rest of his strength, his face turned pale instantly.

Fan Qinghui's face changed instantly!
The other party just hit casually, and she blocked most of his strength, and he was able to injure a good junior sister. This person's strength is really unfathomable, no wonder Master Kong can't keep this person!
"I'm talking to your vegetarian, do you have to interrupt? Cihang Jingzhai's people are so unruly?"

Although he was blaming the old nun, Huang Lin's eyes kept falling on Fan Qinghui.

"Your Excellency, what exactly is my Jingzhai intention to do?" Fan Qinghui looked at the other party with a serious face at this moment, who could not care less about performing the charm technique.

"Isn't Master Fan Zhai joking? I don't believe you don't know my Happy School." Huang Lin stepped forward, his eyes deep and devoid of emotion.

The purpose of coming to Emperor Stepping Peak this time is not only to get rid of Fan Qinghui and release Song Que from the shackles of his mind, but also to avenge the death of the Xiaoyao faction in the world!
His strength originated from Mount Hua and flourished in Xiaoyao. He has to take over this cause and effect!

But Fan Qinghui's strength is not bad. Although Huang Lin is absolutely sure to kill this person, there are many disciples on Di Step Peak.

Therefore, Huang Lin has been looking for opportunities with words, hoping for a chance to kill with one blow.

Originally, the mention of "charm skills" had given the other party a slight opening, but the old nun unintentionally destroyed it, so he had to change his method.

Thinking of this, Huang Lin didn't wait for the other party to reply, and with a single step, his figure rose into the sky.

Immediately there was a howling sound like a ghost roaring from hell, and bursts of phaseless sounds spread out from the center where Huang Lin had just stood.

While Fan Qinghui was in a daze, the voice had already resounded through the mountain, and the disciples of Cihang Jingzhai were aroused by the ghostly sound, and their faces turned red and white.

Seeing that the momentum was not right, Fan Qinghui didn't have time to say more, and luckily raised his voice and sang: "Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name is Lade Laochang, although it can alleviate the difficulties of the disciples, but the whistling sound is continuous, and the disciples are gradually unable to resist.

"Wow!!!"

A fierce cry sounded nearby, but it was Xiao Jin who had rushed down, disappeared in a flash among the disciples, and then soared into the sky again.

Blood rained all over the sky!
Fan Qinghui's eyes turned red immediately.

"Qiang~~"

Huang Lin, who was already on the verge of falling, wiped his hand, and the red phoenix came out of its sheath, poured his true energy into it, and swung his sword down!
The sword energy soared into the sky, shining like a galaxy, and wherever it passed, the air was swayed with ripples.

When Fan Qinghui came to his senses, the sword energy had already arrived nearby.

innate? !
Only then did she realize that the other party was an innate master!
If not, how could there be such sword energy? !
Before she had time to think about it, Fan Qinghui moved sideways, and the old nuns behind her were not as strong as hers, and were struck by the sword energy on the spot.

Boom~~
The main hall was struck by the aftermath of sword energy, the front beam broke and collapsed immediately, submerging the corpses of those old nuns.

A crack extended from the collapsed place, as deep as a foot!
"Wow~~"

Xiao Jin swooped down again, and there was another bloodbath.

"If you act like this, you won't be afraid of going to the Abi Hell after death?!" Fan Qinghui was not sure about resisting Huang Lin at this time, so he could only speak to each other.

Huang Lin didn't pay any attention to this, and a heavy drop accelerated to the ground, and his foot stepped on it.

"Bang~"

The figure disappeared in place, and when it reappeared, it was close to Fan Qinghui, swinging the sword obliquely.

This sword looked like a child wielding a sword without any rules, but in Fan Qinghui's eyes, it was murderous and reckless, and blocked her escape route.

As a last resort, Fan Qinghui could only pull both hands, and pulled up the Buddha string to block the incoming sword.

I don't know what kind of material the Buddha string is made of. Although it couldn't completely block the sword, it did block it for a moment.

Relying on the blocking power of this moment, Fan Qinghui took the opportunity to retreat quickly.

But seeing Huang Lin's wrist tremble, Chihuang appeared with sword shadows, and the Buddhist beads that were still flying around in the air immediately shot towards Fan Qinghui who was still flying back with a scream.

It is not known how many Buddhist beads there are in that string, but there are at least thirty or so that were shot at Fan Qinghui.

Fan Qinghui, who was flying back, waved her palms repeatedly, but her delicate body trembled from the force of the Buddhist bead. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, a Buddhist bead passed between her palms and went straight to her forehead.

She turned her head sharply, but the bead still knocked off the mitral hat on her head, and her hair was covered with black hair.

But he is a practitioner with hair!

"Your Excellency will force me to die in Jingzhai?!" Fan Qinghui's peach blossom eyes were full of anger, coupled with her loose hair and messy monk robe, if she were an ordinary person, she might be fascinated. give.

But Huang Lin already knew that the other party had practiced charm kung fu, and knew that the holy and seductive Fan Qinghui in front of him was nearly sixty years old, so he immediately felt sick.

"The temptress wants to mess with my way! Die!"

As soon as the word "death" was uttered, Huang Lin stepped up, the red phoenix cut through the void, the sword light was shining brightly, the vitality of the world seemed to be gathered by the blade, and even the big sun in the sky seemed to be slightly eclipsed.

Scarlet Phoenix seemed to be the only one in the field, which felt extremely weird!

Huang Lin crossed the space of two feet in one step, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Fan Qinghui, the sword light passed by, there was no sound of breaking the wind, and he didn't feel the slightest sword energy.

At this time, the word "come" was finished!
Fan Qinghui stood where he was, with the same annoyed look on his face, but the brilliance in his eyes was gone.

"Chong!"

The sound of the red phoenix returning to its sheath sounded, and Fan Qinghui fell to the ground, with a very thin line of blood showing on the neck.

Fan Qinghui, die!
From the moment when Huang Lin jumped up and hit Jingzhai's disciples hard with the "Ghost Prison Roar", to the time when he retracted his sword and sheathed it, it took only six or seven breaths. Even the dust raised by the collapse of the main hall was still floating, and many people in the field still hadn't recovered. After realizing it, Fan Qinghui was already dead.

"The Veteran Master is dead!"

"This dog thief!"

"The strange bird has come down again."

"Woo, don't kill me."

"Kill Kill"

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A group of Jingzhai disciples ran around in the square.

Some people were affected by the "ghost prison's yin and wind roar" and raised their swords to kill fellow disciples.

Some cried and begged for mercy.

Some also wanted to kill Huang Lin to avenge Fan Qinghui.

It can be described as full of variety.

When Huang Lin flew to the northeast with Xiaojin, Dita Peak was already in ruins, black smoke shot straight into the sky, everything hidden in Jingzhai was also removed, even the archway at the foot of the mountain disappeared.

Instead, there was a huge stone tablet with ten sharp characters engraved with silver hooks painted on it.

The Xiaoyao faction destroys Cihang Jingzhai here!

"Wow~"

The eagle jitters away—
Ps: I struggled for a long time on how to deal with the ordinary disciples of Cihang Jingzhai.

It was originally written to kill it cleanly, but after thinking about it, it was deleted.

Later, I wrote about abolishing martial arts and driving down the mountain, which didn't seem right.

I simply won’t describe it directly, anyway, I’m going to kill my family [狗头保护]
Well, there are no young disciples on the mountain
(End of this chapter)