God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

Lin Pingzhi kept this kindness in his heart.

Mount Wutai.

Tian Boguang used a quick sword and directly killed the two flower-picking thieves: "His grandmother, I can't be a prostitute, can you do it? It's beautiful!"

Since being castrated by Mo Yi, Tian Boguang has completely hated the flower-picking thief.

After all, he became a eunuch, and he couldn't pick flowers. Under jealousy, he naturally wouldn't let others do this.

"Humph! Mo Yi, you're actually going to take action against Shaolin! Well, I'll go check it out too, who asked you to give me the sword manual of warding off evil spirits, and now I, Tian Boguang, are considered a peerless master, and this time, it's my Tian Boguang who is famous all over the world. day!"

Tian Boguang looked up to the sky and laughed, but his smile was not yin or yang: "Hey! Do you think it's better for me to kill Zuo Lengchan, or to kill Fang Zheng to be more famous?"

Tian Boguang thought all the way and rushed all the way to Shaolin.

Qilian Mountains.

Qin Xiao ensemble, proud of the rivers and lakes.

"Brother Qu, Duke Mo En is going to take action against Shaolin, we..." Liu Zhengfeng couldn't help but speak, a little eager to move.

"My dear brother, although we quit the arena and ignored the grievances and grievances. But if it wasn't for Duke Mo's help that day, the two of us would never have survived!" Qu Yang sighed and shook his head: "More importantly, One day's rivers and lakes, life's rivers and lakes. We can ignore the hatred, but if we don't repay the kindness, I'm afraid..."

Liu Zhengfeng nodded: "Yes, if Duke Mo En has an accident, I Liu Zhengfeng will never forgive myself for the rest of my life, unless I die too!"

"Okay, then let's go to Shaolin!"

"Good!" (Wang's)

The two looked at each other, walked with swords, all the way east, and rushed to Shaolin.

Huangshan.

A figure shot out, white hair fluttering, and the whole person was like a sword unsheathed: "The ancestors of Huashan are on top, the Huashan sword is full of sorrow, the hatred of decline, all the grievances, Feng Qingyang is a sword. Of!"

After saying that, Feng Qingyang went all the way to the north and went straight to Shaolin.

Fanjing Mountain.

"Amitabha, the Shaolin crisis, the number of survivors, the old man should return quickly, stop the thieves, and protect my treasure!"

……

Because of this turmoil, many hermits and masters left the customs and rushed to Shaolin.

For a time, Shaolin became the center of the entire vortex, and all the grievances were about to explode!

The war is about to start, the storm is strange, and the future is unpredictable! .

Chapter 1 Decisive Battle at Shaolin Temple (5/[-], please subscribe automatically)

Five days later, in front of the Shaolin Mountain gate, Mo Yi came with a mighty five thousand Huashan disciples.

On the other side, Dongfang Bai came with the Sun Moon God Cult troops, and the number was still no less than [-].

Next to them, there are disciples of the Hengshan faction and the Hengshan faction. Although there are not many, there are hundreds.

Such a lineup made Fang Zheng and others in front of Shaolin Mountain look extremely ugly.

Even though Fang Zheng had more than [-] Shaolin disciples behind him, and Zuo Lengchan had thousands of Songshan disciples behind him, there was still not much joy.

"Have the people from Wudang and Emei come?" Fang Zheng couldn't help asking.

"The Sect Master, the people from Wudang and Emei may not come!"

Hearing this, Master Fang Zheng's heart sank a bit. It seems that today can only be a fierce battle, a fierce battle of life and death!

But just when Fang Zheng was in despair, a group of people came next to him, headed by the head of Wudang, Daoist Chongxu!

In an instant, the form changed drastically, and the addition of Wudang made the Shaolin side stronger.

"Hehe, it seems that Daoist Chongxu really wants to go into this muddy water?" Dongfang Bai said coldly, his eyes full of killing intent.

663 Chongxu shook his head: "Sect Master Mo, the leader of the East, killed my Wudang that day and took away Taijiquan manuals and Taiji swordsmanship, this hatred and hatred, if Wudang does not retaliate, even if Chongxu dies, it will be shameless. See the sages of Wudang!"

"Haha, then today, you might really die!" Mo Yi smiled lightly, not caring.

There is one more Chongxu, and more Wudang disciples.

"Huh! Sect Leader Mo, you are so confident!" Zuo Lengchan, although one-armed, is still proud: "Today, we Shaolin, Wudang, Songshan, Taishan, and Qingcheng have an absolute advantage in numbers and strength. Absolute advantage, especially the number of masters, how many people can you produce from Huashan and Sun Moon God Sect?"

"The number of masters? Haha, you dare to increase the number of hands with me, it is hopeless!" Mo Yi couldn't help shaking his head.

They do not have an advantage in the number of rounds, but in terms of the number of masters, they don't care at all.

"Amitabha, since the head of Mo is so confident, then the old man will take the shot first, but I don't know your side, which master will shoot? It won't be the head of Mo or the leader of the East, will you shoot yourself? Haha!"

An old monk stood up, full of white hair, and a cultivation base. He has reached the middle stage of the day after tomorrow, and he is not weaker than Zuo Lengchan.

It is a Shaolin statue that is immortal and has been living in seclusion, otherwise he would not dare to come out and call for battle!

"Humph! Old bald donkey, you are the only one who deserves to let Brother Yi and Sister Dongfang take action? It's too self-sufficient, and I, Yue Lingshan, can easily take you down!"

Yue Lingshan sneered, and jumped out in one step, the clear water sword in her hand was instantly unsheathed.

"Hehe, just you?" The old monk shook his head: "Little girl, today's game is not a competition, but a battle of life and death. I don't want to kill you, you should step back!"

The old monk looked at Yue Lingshan, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and didn't take it seriously at all.