God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

In an instant, all the icemen burst open, turned into powder, and disappeared with the wind, leaving no slag.

With just that one move, at least a thousand people were frozen and exploded, leaving no bones behind!

This method is really too sharp.

Looking at this scene, the remaining Shaolin factions all turned pale, horrified, extremely frightened, kept retreating, and no longer had the will to fight.

Today's Shaolin factions are doomed to perish completely.

Mo Yi smiled faintly, still calm, but stepped forward step by step, his killing intent was Ling Ran, and he made no secret of it.

"Amitabha, Master Mo, you have passed!"

At this time, a cold drink sounded, but an old monk suddenly appeared, walked over slowly, and his cultivation level turned out to be the Great Perfection of the day after tomorrow!

The vicissitudes on his face could not hide his angry killing intent.

There are also eighteen bronze figurines behind him, each of which is also a late post-acquired cultivation realm!

Mo Yi couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Is this the last secret of Shaolin?

An Acquired Great Perfection is the highest cultivation level in the current world. Apart from the old monk, there is only Dongfang Bai who has just broken through.

And the eighteen golden-bodied Arhats of the later stage of the day after tomorrow, every cultivation realm is comparable to Feng Qingyang, letting me go!

Thousands of years of inheritance, thousand-year-old temples, and thousands of years of heritage are really generous.

Dongfang Bai and Ren Woxing both had the same ugly faces. If they met, they would definitely die.

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Dongfang Bai and Ren Woxing both had the same ugly faces. If they met, they would definitely die.

After all, the old monk alone, Dongfang Bai is not sure, and Ren Wexing may not be able to hold a few tricks, not to mention the eighteen bronze figures?

Shaolin's Eighteen Bronze Man formations are very mysterious. Eighteen in the late stage of the day after tomorrow are enough to beat the day after tomorrow. Great Consummation!

Mo Yi couldn't help but be dumbfounded. In the Shaolin Temple in the Tianlong world, there was a mysterious sweeper monk. His cultivation was unfathomable, and he directly swept the heroes.

In the world of Xiaoao, although this old monk is not as good as the sweeping monk, his cultivation is also top-notch in the world of Xiaoao.

"I'm waiting for the cultivation in Shaolin, and I don't know it. Unless Shaolin is in danger of destroying the family, I will take action. But the head of Mo is aggressive and slaughtering Shaolin. Today, the old man will ask for an explanation!"

The old monk said calmly, his wrinkled face was full of murderous intent.

Mo Yi smiled lightly: "What? Haha. Back then, you Shaolin used a scroll of sunflower collections to set off the martial arts situation, which made us Huashan and Sun Moon Divine Sect battle over the cliff, and ultimately both lost, and it even led to the battle of sword qi, and Huashan completely fell. , the strength is not one in ten. I have to discuss this account!"

"Amitabha, it's all about the past, it's useless to talk about it!" The old monk's face changed slightly, but he said so.

"Haha, the evil you've done is the past. It's useless to talk about it. Today, I slaughter Shaolin, so I'll tell the truth?" Mo Yi shook his head and said coldly: "Forget it, let's do it, let me see you. How many pounds and taels can this old man have!"

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"Since the donor is so conceited, the old man asked for a lesson or two. However, although the donor is unparalleled in cultivation, he is unparalleled in the world, and his skills are so good that one move can destroy thousands of people! How much is left? Haha!"

The old monk sneered and said, "It's like the magic trick of the donor just now. I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money, right?"

What the old monk said was right, big moves like Wan Ren Chuanyun were supposed to be the ultimate killing moves by innate masters.

Mo Yi's cultivation in the later stage of the day after tomorrow, reluctantly exerted, indeed consumes a lot.

Coupled with the previous battles, the inner strength, at this moment, is less than one level, which is indeed rare.

Now fighting the old monk and the [-] Bronze Man, the situation is even more dangerous.

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But Mo Yi smiled faintly and didn't care: "Go ahead, even if I only have [-]% of my internal strength left? It's more than enough to kill you!"

"Arrogant!" The old monk snorted coldly. Mo Yi, who was in his prime, was very afraid, and he had been hiding before and didn't dare to come out.

Now that Mo Yi has only [-]% of his internal strength left, the old monk doesn't care at all.

If he is a master of Acquired Great Perfection and a late-stage master who only has one layer of internal strength left, he will be afraid, then he will really live in vain.

Dongfang Bai's face changed sharply, and he quickly stood up: "Yi Lang, you recover first, I will fight him!"

Mo Yi shook his head: "Dongfang, you've been fighting hard, and your internal strength has been exhausted. It's okay, you're just an old bald donkey!"

When the words fell, Mo Yi jumped and went straight to the old monk.

"Hehe, you don't even need a sword, it seems that you have given up completely?" The old monk said coldly, moving his hands together, and slapped it directly with one palm: "The hand of great compassion!"

"Stupid!"

Mo Yi sneered, but he made a decisive move, but he came first, and pointed out with his right thumb: "Sword of Shaoshang!"

The Six Meridian Divine Sword Shaoshang Sword went straight out, and an invisible sword qi shot out and shot directly at the old monk.

The old monk broke out in cold sweat and did not dare to be sharp, so he hurriedly used the Great Move Movement Technique, without moving his feet or body, he moved back a few feet on the ground and avoided.

"Can you escape?".

Text Chapter 3: Tathagata's Palm Destroys Shaolin (5/[-], the end of this volume)

"Can you escape?"

Mo Yi couldn't help sneering, his right index finger, right middle finger, right ring finger, right little finger, and continuously pointed out: