The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 303 Doomsday
Seeing Chen Zhuo shooting four arrows from a distance, locking up the enemy with killing intent, Jiumozhi was shocked and unavoidably frightened for a while, and still had lingering fear.

Such methods are beyond the description of simple boxing skills and internal energy. Now that he has learned "Sad Little Arrow", he naturally knows that this is killing people with spiritual thoughts. The stronger the spiritual thoughts, the stronger the arrows, and they are extremely strong. Not to mention ten feet and one hundred feet, even if an arrow shoots hundreds of miles, it is easy to kill people without a trace.

Just imagine, how amazing it is that a person who is thousands of miles away suddenly shoots an arrow at himself, and the arrow is sure to hit.

Jiumozhi was also secretly lucky in his heart, fortunately he didn't do too much offense when he captured Chen Zhuo in Gusu, otherwise he would have died a long time ago.

After all, who would have thought that such a young man would be one of the most terrifying peaks in the world.

Jiumo Zhichi questioned, "Successful with one arrow?"

As the arrow went away, Chen Zhuo lowered his left hand, and the bow in his hand scattered into water splashes, flowing away between his fingers.

"How can that be?" He slowly withdrew his gaze, his tone changed, and he thought for a moment, "I sent these four arrows to test the opponent's confidence while the weather was not yet in place. In other words, I didn't have a one-shot kill I am sure; although this person's rising momentum has only revealed six points, I have seen a scene of this person's unstoppable future."

He frowned slightly, looked at several other battle circles, thought for a while, and said: "I can't care about those people... Take the three of them, let's go to Shaolin, if we are lucky, we might be able to get along with them." This Nan Murong used two tricks."

Jiumozhi escaped with great difficulty, and wanted to refuse when he heard the words, but soon he seemed to think of something, and swallowed the words again.

He raised his hand to probe, and the young man in brocade clothes who was protecting the second daughter tightened his expression when he saw this.

"Big monk, I'm warning you, don't come here, don't come here!"

That Young Master Duan was probably pure in heart, had little experience in the Jianghu, his face was pale, he yelled with lack of confidence, but he still didn't forget to remind him.

While speaking, the man raised his tail finger and gave Jiumozhi a volley, pointing it out from a distance.

"scold!"

Unexpectedly, a ray of sharp sword energy burst out from the fingertips of this finger.

Jiumozhi's hand probed halfway, his pupils trembled, he quickly retracted as if bitten by a snake, turned over and hid, and said in alarm, "Six Meridians Excalibur!"

Seeing that this set of sword techniques was finally used, Mr. Duan immediately showed joy, looked at the puzzled Jiumozhi and pointed again, but this time there was no change at all.

"Oh, why didn't it work again at a critical moment." He raised his little finger on his right hand, kept pointing at Jiumozhi, and then changed his index finger, sweating profusely, "Shangyang Sword! Shangyang Sword! Don't rush!" sword!"

Jiumozhi subconsciously tried to dodge, but after waiting for a while, he didn't see the sword energy attacking, and then saw that young master kept changing his ten fingers, his face darkened, and he grabbed the opponent with his big hand, and he had already captured him under his armpit. He took both hands again, grabbed the shoulders of the second daughter and hurriedly chased after Chen Zhuo who was far away.

Twilight deepens.

The snow has stopped, but the wind has not stopped.

The north wind was bitter, and inside the Shaolin Temple, there was a dead silence, and the four flames swayed in the wind, reflecting the dilapidated outline of this thousand-year-old temple.

Different from the prosperous incense in the past, in just one day, this treasure temple, which is regarded as the holy place of martial arts by people in the martial arts, is now in a mess, reduced to scorched earth, filled with a lingering bloody smell.

A figure came from the sky of Shaoshi Mountain, like a goshawk swooping down, it seemed to move like lightning, but when it landed, it was like a breeze, and Shi Shiran landed in front of the temple.

The gate of the mountain is wide open, and looking straight from the path up the mountain, there are corpses lying here and there, scattered with many bloody weapons; the dead are also different, including beggars, rich men, woodcutter women, old men There are old scholars and beautiful women.

Some people seemed to die suddenly, caught off guard and plotted by someone, holding a knife in the sheath, before pulling it out, they died, their eyes widened; some died of poisoning; some died of hidden weapons, They are riddled with wounds, and they also die with no peace in their eyes; some people die together, and they will be entangled together after death.

Looking up, you can see the stumped limbs, broken arms, and scattered intestines all over the ground. It's horrible, and it's like being in Shura's purgatory in a trance.

"Amitabha, what a calamity!"

Jiumozhi strode to catch up, although he was used to seeing life and death, but seeing this scene, he couldn't help but fell silent, and silently recited scriptures.

"what!"

The three A'Zhus on the side were still struggling, but they were stunned on the spot after seeing clearly.Although they knew the dangers of Jianghu, it was the first time they had seen such a horrific scene before them. All of them were pale, and they all reacted with vomiting, tears and snot.

Standing on the mountain steps, Chen Zhuo looked at the corpse on the ground with the same expression as before. His eyes swept around and fell straight on a fallen corpse outside the mountain gate.

The death of this corpse is very strange. It is a foreign monk with a huge skeleton. He is clearly a master of foreign martial arts, but the whole body is as skinny and boneless, with no energy in his body. He looks like a skeleton with five bones left A fingerprint, almost crushed, extremely terrifying.

Jiumozhi took advantage of the situation and suddenly his expression changed drastically, he hurried to the front, examined it carefully, and then said with an ugly face: "This is a Dharma protector of the Tantric School, he does not practice the eight extraordinary meridians in the Central Plains martial arts, but It is the 'Three Meridians and Seven Wheels' passed down from Tianzhu, who is a master outsider, rumored to be able to capture dragons and throw elephants, with inhuman strength, and has been secretly protecting the safety of Tubo kings for many years, unexpectedly came to the Central Plains."

Chen Zhuo turned his gaze, looked into the Shaolin Temple, and said slowly: "He should have gone in, but he met that person when he was going out; look at his right hand, five fingers are clasped inward, and there is blood on the finger, it should be cast A ruthless claw technique, it should attack the chest and abdomen, and it was successful in one move, but life and death are also at this moment."

Jiumozhi was a little puzzled, since he had the upper hand, how could he be killed by one move.

Chen Zhuo seemed to understand what was going on in his mind, his eyes were full of light, and the red light in his eyes flowed, and he narrowed his eyes and said: "Because the other party didn't parry at all, and it was deliberately exposed, which is a fatal injury to others. But in the eyes of the other party, it is insignificant, it seems that this person has acquired a lot of ability."

Jiumozhi was startled, what could he do, he instantly thought of Wu Yazi's terrifying recovery power, the wound healed instantly, he couldn't be injured, killed, or died.

Chen Zhuo was not surprised, since this person absorbs the energy of others for his own use, the energy of his physical body must be of no small importance.

"what!"

Suddenly, a woman's scream sounded in Shaolin Temple.

"There are living people!"

Chen Zhuo moved when he heard the sound, raised his foot and stepped into Shaolin.

But it’s okay if you don’t come in. Once you come in, the scene in the temple is more tragic and frightening than outside.

Blood flowed like a river, and corpses were everywhere.

In the firelight is endless blood.

Chen Zhuo walked and watched along the way, and his brows became more and more wrinkled. Most of these corpses were like the corpse outside the mountain gate, with no vitality, but there were also many traumatic injuries all over the body. It seemed that they were injured first, and then suffered. Violent hands.

He hurried all the way, and when he stopped, he was already outside a meditation room.

Lying on the snowy ground was a woman with disheveled hair and blood-stained face. Her clothes were disheveled. When she saw someone approaching, she immediately got up in a hurry as if she saw a savior.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the meditation room behind the woman. The wooden door was half closed. Inside the room lay a naked male corpse.

He asked with a strange expression: "Who are you?"

With tears in her eyes, the woman wiped the blood from her face, revealing Zhang Jiao's charming face, and sobbed, "Little girl Kang Min!"

(End of this chapter)