God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

Even though the old monk had deep inner strength and mighty palms, he was useless in front of Baibu Feijian.

I saw Xuanyuanjian approaching inconceivably, coming straight, destroying Gu Laxiu, smashing all the palm winds in an instant, and finally passing directly through the heart, completely nailing the old monk who rushed in the front.

But Mo Yi didn't care. A thunder flash appeared in front of another old monk.

The long golden dragon roared out and rushed towards the old monk's face.

The old monk's face was cold, and he hurriedly greeted him with a Weituo palm.

But Mo Yi disappeared on the spot, and the old monk was blasted out, blood splattered in the sky, until he finally fell to the ground and lost his life.

Mo Yi smiled lightly, but another old monk appeared in front of him, and he also slammed out: "Shocked Baili!"

It is still the same ending. In front of absolute strength, there is no suspense!

Mo Yi disappeared in place again, looking at the only two old monks left in front of him, still calm.

But the two were in a cold sweat.

How long has it been since the beginning?

Their ten nearly [-]-year-old immortals, Fang Zheng's uncle, and Shaolin's treasures, are almost dead.

Five were killed instantly by Mo Yi, one was nailed to death by Mo Yi's sword, and two were killed by Mo Yi's palm!

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Five were killed instantly by Mo Yi, one was nailed to death by Mo Yi's sword, and two were killed by Mo Yi's palm!

It is simply destroying Gu Laxiu, crushing without suspense!

"Senior brother, there are only the two of us left." One person couldn't help but speak, desperate, helpless, and desolate: "What kind of enemy has Shaolin provoked? Hey!"

Mo Yi smiled faintly and shook his head: "No, you are the only one left."

Then Mo Yi made a seal on both hands and snorted coldly, "Come on the sword!"

I saw the Xuanyuan sword that nailed the old monk before, trembled violently, and flew straight up, shooting directly at the only remaining old monk.

"Senior brother, be careful!"

The old monk reminded quickly, but he was still a step too late.

One blade breaks the throat, a hundred paces flying sword!

Another old immortal, fell down helplessly, and lost his life.

It's been a while since the beginning.

Mo Yi shot, all of them are instant kills!

The only old monk still alive was sweating even more, looking at Mo Yi, and said solemnly, "You are a demon!"

"Evil devil? Haha, today I, the devil, will destroy all of you beasts, hypocrites!"

Mo Yi said coldly, revealing his murderous intent.

"Humph! I'm fighting with you!" The old monk said angrily, stepped forward, shook hands, and went straight to Mo Yi.

"Oh? Dragon Claw Hand?" Mo Yi smiled lightly: "Just right, I will too!"

With that said, Mo Yi also shook hands and stepped forward.

Chasing the wind, catching the shadow, playing the piano, playing the violin, arguing, criticizing the arrogance, making a fuss, embracing the disability, guarding the lack...

Mo Yi was calm and calm, and acted according to the pattern. The same move, the same attack, but Mo Yi made the move after the move and arrived first.

And the old monk was not easy to capture long ago, and he swung it around like a toy.

"Eight-style chain!"

In the end, with a cold drink, Mo Yi pulled his hand away, but the old monk flew backwards towards the Shaolin side. 370

"Uncle Master!" Master Fang Zheng's face changed sharply, he stomped on the ground quickly, flew up, and took the old monk down, but his face was pale: "Dead..."

Two simple words, full of despair.

They didn't even know which move Mo Yi killed the old monk, because from the beginning to the end, the old monk was like a puppet and was caught and swung by Mo Yi.

It can only be said that the difference in the world is like clouds and mud.

"The thief, Mo Yi!" Fang Zheng said coldly, his eyes were splitting: "You killed my ten uncles, this hatred is not shared by the sky!"

"Don't share the sky?" Mo Yi shook his head and smiled lightly: "Haha, did I kill a few Shaolin bald donkeys? Besides, today, I have no plans to let any of you go!"

"Arrogant!" Fang Zheng snorted coldly, hurriedly running the Yi Jin Jing, and went straight to Mo Yi.

"Looking for death!" The corner of Mo Yi's mouth rose slightly, full of disdain, he jumped up and blasted out with a palm: "The flying dragon is in the sky!"

boom!

When his palms touched, Mo Yi fell steadily, but Master Fang Zheng vomited blood and flew out, his face pale.

Seeing this scene, the Shaolin side was completely stunned. Even the abbot of Fang Zheng, who was Yi Jin Jing Dacheng, was not a one-shot enemy of Mo Yi.

Today's situation, Shaolin's mourning!

Text Chapter [-]: Bloodwashing Shaolin (the fifth)