God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

The Shaolin monks spoke quickly, but it was too late.

I saw the flames falling on the main hall. There were only a handful of them, but it instantly turned into a huge fire, directly covering the entire hall and burning it completely.

"It's over, that's the Hall of Merit!"

A Shaolin monk opened his mouth and said, infinitely sad.

Today, Shaolin Fangzheng took the Shaolin monks and the five sects to encircle Huashan and Moyi.

But he didn't want to, Mo Yi actually killed Shaolin!

Not only did the newly built Sutra Collection Pavilion burn down again, but also the Quartet was killed, and now even the Hall of Merit is on fire!

This is simply revenge, naked | naked revenge!

But in the face of Mo Yi, thinking of the terrifying fire, the Shaolin monks no longer dared to step forward. Even when Mo Yi burned the Hall of Merit, they just dared not to speak out!

Everyone is afraid of death!

Mo Yi looked at the Hall of Merit, which instantly turned into nothingness, and smiled heartily:

"Shaolin bald donkeys, I heard that you Shaolin together with Wudang, Emei, Songshan, Taishan, Qingcheng, the six sects have jointly encircled and suppressed my Huashan. Well, today I will temporarily let you go to Wudang, and then Songshan, Emei... Turn back and enter Shaolin again, burn your halls, and kill your bald donkeys. Haha!"

Mo Yi laughed, jumped and left the Shaolin Temple.

Feng Qingyang and Dongfang Bai quickly followed.

A group of Shaolin monks behind them watched this scene, their hearts were frightened, they broke out in cold sweat, but they were at a loss.

"What should I do? Mo Yi, the devil, will come again!"

"Yeah, this time he burned down our Sutra Collection Pavilion and Hall of Merit, and killed hundreds of our disciples, as well as our uncles and uncles, all of them... hey!"

"If he comes again, how will we deal with it? I'm afraid Shaolin will suffer a catastrophe.' ?"

"No, it's a matter of Shaolin's life and death, and the Sect Master must be notified immediately!"

Soon, the other Shaolin monks who arrived after hearing the sound also looked at each other in dismay, their expressions extremely ugly.

After some discussion, the Shaolin monks decisively sent people to go to inform the Shaolin abbot and inform the Shaolin change.

Shao Shi Mountain.

Dongfang Bai looked at Mo Yi and said with a smile, "Your flames are so powerful, why didn't you burn the entire Shaolin? If so, Fang Zheng would definitely vomit blood!"

Mo Yi shook his head and sighed: "Falling Heart Flame is not so easy to motivate, and my current skill can only be like this. If they continue to attack with Arhat Formation, we can only retreat!"

"That's it!" Dongfang Bai nodded: "However, the momentum alone frightened the Shaolin disciples, and they never dared to go forward. A group of rats!"

"Then what do we do next?" Feng Qingyang couldn't help asking.

Mo Yi thought for a while: "Take a rest first, recover your inner strength, and then go up Songshan for a walk!"

"Okay. In this way, they can both take revenge and let them all endanger themselves. They have to give up attacking Huashan immediately and return from the class!" Feng Qingyang immediately understood what Mo Yi was doing, and he agreed very much.

In this situation, Mo Yi and the three went straight to Huanglong. Shaolin had such a big change, so they would definitely not continue to encircle Huashan. Instead, they could only return to Shaolin quickly.

Otherwise, when they come back, I am afraid that Shaolin will not exist.

Shaolin could not bear such a loss, nor could he bear it!

An hour later, the three appeared on the top of Songshan Mountain.

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An hour later, the three appeared on the top of Songshan Mountain.

"Who's here?" With a cold drink, several disciples surrounded the three and asked in a cold voice.

"Huashan, Mo Yi!"

"What? You are Sword Sect Mo Yi!" The expressions of several Songshan disciples changed sharply.

Dongfang Bai smiled lightly: "Sunrise in the east, only I am undefeated!"

"Sun Moon Divine Sect, the East is undefeated!"

The faces of everyone in Songshan became even more ugly, and even a few old men who had just come over couldn't help being frightened.

Feng Qingyang shook his head and said, "Old man, Jianzong, Feng Qingyang. You shouldn't know my name!"

"What! You are Jianzong, Feng Qingyang!"

The young Songshan disciples did not change much, and didn't know much about Feng Qingyang.

However, the older Songshan elders changed sharply and broke out in cold sweat.

As the Five Mountains Sword Sect, they have lived for fifty or sixty years, and they can best understand what the word Fengqingyang means!

It can be said that it is the imprint of an era. Feng Qingyang alone can't lift his head under the pressure of a generation!

"Hehe, it seems that the old man's name is known to others." Feng Qingyang smiled, but stopped talking.

"Then...you are..." A Songshan elder sank in his heart, already guessing the purpose of the crowd, but still said that.

Mo Yi smiled lightly: "."You all come out of Songshan Mountain to destroy my Huashan Mountain. What is the purpose of my visit this time?"

"You want to destroy my Songshan?" The Songshan elder couldn't help but speak, but his face was extremely ugly.