Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

The old man made a move, of course Murong Fu also fought back, attacking Xiao Yuanshan together with Murong Bo.

"Pa" Murong Bo and Murong Fu faced Xiao Yuanshan with a pair of iron fists with their palms, and immediately hit loudly.Due to one against two, Xiao Yuanshan was obviously at a disadvantage, his body shook violently, he had no choice but to roll in the air and unload his strength.

On the other hand, Murong, father and son, succeeded in one blow and were unstoppable.Without giving Xiao Yuanshan any time to slow down, he attacked Xiao Yuanshan fiercely from left to right.

For a while, Xiao Yuanshan defended more than attacked, completely at a disadvantage.

And Xiao Feng wasn't watching the excitement, he was blocked by Jiumozhi at this moment.

Here, Bai Ziyang looked at the heroes with leisure and said indifferently: "There is nothing to wait for here, you can go down the mountain." His voice was indifferent, and it could be said that he was "invincible" to the extreme.

Once today is over, Young Master Bai will forever become a mountain that weighs down the world's martial arts, an unshakable mountain.

How can the whole Shaolin set him free?

Xuan Ming shouted loudly: "Devil, you thought you killed countless fellow martial artists, today..."

There was a gust of wind blowing in the arena for no reason, stirring up some dust... Bai Gongzi's qixuan suddenly flew in the air, and was hugged by a child.

There was a palpitating flash of sword light, and a sharp sword aura.

It didn't seem fast to thrust out the sword, the surrounding eminent monks could see it clearly, but when they tried to stop it... Mr. Bai had already pierced Xuanming's throat with the long sword in his hand.

Xuanci's eyes widened, and he roared: "Shaolin disciples obey orders, kill demons and demons!"

Twelve monks surrounded Bai Ziyang, raised their palms and struck out, rolling their palms, covering Bai Ziyang like dark clouds covering the sun.

Jinghong pulled it out, splashing bright red blood.

Just when he was about to slap Bai Ziyang to pieces with several palms, Bai Ziyang's figure suddenly disappeared, and suddenly appeared in midair again.

Suddenly, a sharp edge appeared.

The silver light slanted upwards, like a waterfall of the Milky Way, bright and gorgeous, but also contained a cold murderous intent, which made people feel cold all over.

'Tracking and Seeking Shadow' is the second form of soul-stirring swordsmanship, ruthless swordsmanship.

With a flash of brilliance, a life, twelve swords in a row, big heads shot up into the sky, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

His body crossed the sky and landed again. Bai Ziyang smiled slightly: "I have been lying on Songshan Mountain for thousands of years, but I don't know how to kill Buddhas and gods with books and swords. Once the sword rises and the sword falls into the world, let the scholar send you to the road to the underworld."

In the square, Mr. Bai's voice was light and indifferent, but it was like a bell and drum, shaking people's hearts.

Hundreds of monks rushed out, but were stopped by these words.

Bai Ziyang swung ten swords.Five times up and five times down.Ten sword lights intertwined vertically and horizontally to form a sword net, covering the sword force, irresistible and can only be slaughtered by it.

The lightning flashed and flew past.Either vertically or horizontally.There was blood in front of him, no matter how daring and ambitious, his face turned pale and his whole body trembled from fright at this moment.

In the other place, Xiao Feng and his son faced Murong Fu and his son with a foreign monk, the fight was roaring continuously, and the palms were blowing, Xiao Feng and his son had gradually lost the wind.

Seeing this, the heroes all began to draw their swords and knives, staring at the battle situation nervously, wanting to reap the "fisherman's profit" and take advantage.

Seeing Bai Ziyang's opportunity to turn his head, Xuanci, together with his three senior brothers, launched a sneak attack.

Bai Zi raised his head and waved his sword again without looking back. The sword light came in an instant, he couldn't stop it, he could only retreat.It can really do what they want! ?A woman in red in the crowd shouted, "No!"

The great terror between life and death enveloped the four of them, and it only takes the next moment to take them to see the Buddha Tathagata.

"Amitabha!"

All of a sudden, the golden light flourished.A burst of Sanskrit sounds filled the square... the sword light dissipated.

Even Xiao Feng, his son and Murong Bo stopped their movements and looked towards this side.

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Ask for flowers, ask for collection, ask for automatic! .

The sixth chapter is the first battle against the sweeping monk. "Please be automatic, please be sure!" "

A phantom came to the square in a few steps.

A skinny monk in a green robe was sweeping the floor with a broom.This monk is quite old, and his sparse long beards are all white.

Bai Ziyang smiled very happily, and suddenly said: "Old monk, if you sweep the dust on the ground, how can you sweep away the dirt in people's hearts? And even if you sweep this place clean, you still can't remove the dust in your heart. People in the middle should not be obsessed with external objects, so why are you obsessed with this superficial skill?"

The floor-sweeping monk sighed, still bowed and swept the floor, and after a while, he said: "Even if it's superficial skills, it's better to do it than not to do it at all."

Bai Ziyang said with a smile: "The old monk's words are reasonable! But he has done too much superficial work, did he forget his original intention and only remember this superficial work? It's the same as Shao~lin today."

The sweeping monk said: "I'm just a serving monk in the Sutra Pavilion." He finally stopped, looked at Bai Ziyang and said, "My Buddha is merciful, I hope the layman will stop."

Bai Ziyang shook his head: "I thought that I could do the homework of meditating, chanting Buddha, chanting scriptures, and holding mantras every day. This is practice. I don't know that this is just a precondition for practice. The real practice is to correct one's body, speech and mind. Shaolin Liangtianqian Mu, the Buddha statues in the temple are shining with gold, and there is a lot of money."

"Thirty years ago, the scholar Xuanci thought that he mistakenly believed in Murong's dog thief's words, and that he killed Xiao Yuanshan's family by mistake. He even wrote to Wang Jiantong, telling him not to pass the throne to Xiao Feng. What is the intention of Xiao Feng? Can he stop him from exposing his life experience? He co-authored it, taught him Chinese, taught him martial arts, and made him identify with his identity as a Han. In the end, he saw his life experience exposed... From a peerless hero to a scolded dog thief, is this my Buddha's mercy?"

"Keep your mouth clean, I, Murong Nai..."

Before the words were finished, the two figures disappeared one after the other. Bai Ziyang's eyes brightened. This was the first person who could keep up with his movements.

Suddenly, the arena was filled with bright light, everyone squinted their eyes, and when they opened them again, Murong Fu was sent flying several feet away by Bai Ziyang's palm.Murong Bo hurried forward to protect him, fearing that Bai Ziyang would make another move.

"You're looking for death to pick your time, it's better not to interrupt the scholar's conversation!"

Bai Ziyang took a look at Murong Fu, and then said: "So what if he Xuanci violated the precept of lust and got along with Ye Erniang? Ye Erniang kills a baby every day, he knew the reason, but he stopped it? This is the Buddha. ?”

Xuanci's eyes flashed with pain, mixed with a bit of guilt, he let out a long sigh, and said, "Amitabha, so good, so good!"