"Amitabha!"

Shaolin abbot looked sad, as if he was hurt by the three masters. He looked at Ji Wushang and sighed: "Since the donor is determined to be a demon and refuses to stop, and commits a crime of killing, don't blame us for joining forces to subdue the demon."

boom!

Without further ado, all forces were extremely cautious when they saw the tragic situation of the three factions of Kunlun, Kongtong and Hainan, and they were extremely cautious in their hearts and took action directly without reservation.

The murderous aura soars into the sky and penetrates the sky.

In an instant, whether it is an old monster like the four gods of Shaolin Temple or an outstanding young master of the younger generation.

One after another, thousands of murderous intent gathered together, attacking Ji Wushang wave after wave, and he was like duckweed in the sea, thin and powerless.

boom!

A huge sword light thirty feet long penetrated from the crowd.

Wherever the sword light passed, blood boiled into the air, the remaining limbs fell to the ground, and the ground was covered with internal organs and blood.

He was straightforward and rude, with the power of one sword, killing a hundred people.

"Ahhh! Help!"

"It's broken! It's broken! It's broken below!"

"Master! Save me! I don't want to die!"

Thousands of eyes looked at the disappeared sword light, and could vaguely feel the sharp and sharp aura in the air, and only felt the body chill.

His eyes were dumbfounded, like a myth that he saw.

Thirty feet of sword light, dare you ask if there has been any martial arts world since ancient times?

"Don't retreat, he's only one!" The head of Qingcheng Sect reminded.

The fear in thousands of pairs of eyes quickly disappeared and was covered by greed.

The power of a group can sometimes make people blindly forget their fear.

Similarly, it is easy to lose your mind.

"kill!"

A series of fierce attacks poured down at Ji Wushang again.

Ji Wushang stood there without taking a step. He glanced at the more than a hundred people who were killed or injured just now, and his heart twitched slightly.

It's really a waste, that may be a hundred or eighty years of skill.

boom!

Dozens of sword lights, stick shadows, and palm power poured down at Ji Wushen. Such a terrible siege and killing, let alone ordinary top masters, are Yan Nantian and Yihua Palace, who are still alive in this situation.

However, Ji Wushang would not take this situation into consideration at all. Even if he is not now, he can easily kill himself in the previous world.

However, many of his martial arts are very powerful. Not to mention the Senluo Sword Dian, even ordinary sword energy without any moves and sword intent is boundless.

The problem is that under this sword, there is basically no life under the sword. Although they can harvest sacrifice points and blood sources, their ability is wasted.

He couldn't guarantee that the next world would be so stable. If he traveled to a certain high-mart world, his strength would be really dangerous.

Because of this concern, even if he is invincible today, he still works hard and must accumulate more confidence now.

Have prepared for a long time and there will be no danger in the end.

Ji Wushang thought about it himself until he saw dozens of extremely terrifying attacks falling down, and he raised his head and used the flowers to move them again.

boom!

The masters soon discovered that all their attacks were deviated and they were attacking the people beside them without their control. In an instant, their faces changed drastically.

However, at this time they could not stop. They vomited blood and flew backwards, smashing down at the other people who followed behind them.

"Transfer flowers and jade?" Someone was shocked.

"No, even the two palace masters of Yihua Palace, facing so many of us attacks at the same time, Yihua and Yuyu cannot transfer at the same time." Someone retorted.

At this moment, eighteen figures with golden light flashed out and each used their ultimate moves to bombard Ji Wushang.

"drink!!"

The 18 bronze man formations of Shaolin, one by one, reached the peak of the level of horizontal practice, and were almost invulnerable to swords and guns. At the same time, they were extremely powerful. With their flesh and blood, their terrible level was enough to make many masters in the world beyond the reach of the world.

What's more, when the eighteen bronze men formed a formation into one, the power was even more terrifying. This was one of the trump cards of Shaolin Temple.

However, the eighteen bronze formations just surrounded Ji Wushang. Before they could display their power, thousands of palm shadows appeared in the air, and the virtual and real were disillusioned.

Thousand-handed Tathagata palm!

Boom boom boom boom!!

The eighteen bronze men were bombarded one by one, as if they were hit by a giant beast, their bones were twisted, and their mouths were sprayed like blood was not expensive.

However, this body of copper and iron bones is indeed not a false statement. Not to mention whether it can save its life, but it is quite scary to smash the person behind you to death when flying backwards.

For a moment, the howling sounds increased again, but none of the Eighteen Bronze Men died.

Ji Wushang's body flashed, his speed was strange and unpredictable, and no one could match him wherever he passed. No one could stand up to the power of his palm.

The four great monks of Shaolin Temple were dismantled and paralyzed and struggled.

The old Taoist Chunyang in Wudang Mountain was directly inserted into the land by him pressing his head.

The Liangyi Divine Sword was bombarded by him and slashed everywhere with the sword.

He sucked dozens of people into the Shaolin Arhat Formation and could never form a formation again.

The Shaolin abbot and the head of the Emei Sect were broken by him.

The head of the Huashan Sect was abandoned by him, his eyes and hands.

The head of Qingcheng Sect was slapped to death by him without any control.

The head of the Nangong family was accidentally interrupted by him.

The head of the Murong family...

When all these slightly troublesome guys were solved, Ji Wushang began to unscrupulously among the heroes, even put away his sword.

With just two palms, even the most common moves became extremely terrifying when he was in his hands. One master after another was incapable of resisting and he sucked his skills away.

The more you use the Star-sucking Technique, the more domineering he is, a master who has worked hard for decades to practice internal skills was sucked dry in less than three breaths under his command.

At the same time, strange phenomena in the dantian change, and streams of alien true qi are crazily refining.

In just half a quarter of an hour, more than half of the masters gathered by thousands of forces from all sides had been damaged, and as many as six hundred died of their powers by Ji Wushang.

In fact, what delayed his kung fu the most was the devouring power. Otherwise, at his speed, he had already killed them several times.

In the end, someone began to collapse, had already forgotten the orders from his superiors, and ran wildly into the distance. They were almost scared and just wanted to leave the devil far away.

"No! I won't beat you anymore! I don't want to die!"

"Escape! Escape quickly! This is a monster!"

"This is a devil, you can't kill it!"

The heads of various forces and the heads of the family were still awake and their faces turned pale when they saw this, but at this time they were also unable to protect themselves and could not do anything else.

The death of the heads of Kunlun, Kongtong and Hainan sects just now is still vivid in their minds. Unfortunately, they have already bet on everything and have no choice but to retreat, and they cannot retreat again.

The Shaolin Temple alone, the trump card of several large numbers, the 100-person Arhat Town, the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation, and the Four Great Monks, almost all of them have been left here. Although they are not dead, they already know the result.

"Where is the backbone of the warrior?" Ji Wushang smiled when he saw this: "Why don't you fight to the end? Are you worthy of your own family and sect reputation?"

He could only let go of his devouring power and exert his speed to the extreme, and did not miss any of them as much as possible, knocking them down, not only to prevent them from acting, but also to avoid killing them as much as possible.

Fortunately, it didn't take much effort for him. In the blink of an eye, the people who had lying all over the floor who had lost their ability to move were not in a hurry to devour their skills now.

He looked at the heads of various forces who were standing not far away and could not run away. The head of the family couldn't help laughing.

Just like looking at a lovely lamb.

Ji Wushang's eyes suddenly paused, and he saw the corpse of the head of the Emei Sect. Blood was overflowing from his neck, and he had obviously committed suicide.

It's a pity that he saved his life before.

"Amitabha." Shaolin abbot's legs were broken. At this time, he ignored the pain and sat cross-legged on the ground and solemnly: "Master Shenxi could not bear the humiliation and had committed suicide and left west."

There seems to be something wrong with this...

He trembled all over, with a sad look on his face: "The donor is so obsessed with falling into the devil's path, he will not be able to be reborn after death. He can only go to hell. I would like to persuade him to turn back in time and put down his butcher's knife."

Ji Wushang ignored him and said softly: "Master, you just said that I was against the will of heaven, and then said one by one that I fell into the way of devil? What is the way of heaven, what is the way of devil, what is right, and what is evil?"

His voice was lingering: "What is the way of heaven? What is good and evil? The way of heaven is naturally, it is the way of heaven, the way of survival, the way of evolution, the strong prey on the weak, the survival of the fittest, the winner is the right, the loser is the evil, this is the way of heaven!"

"Amitabha." Shaolin's abbot looked sad: "This kind of fallacy is contrary to human nature. The donor has penetrated into the demon path and is hopeless."

Ji Wushang scoffed at him and was too lazy to talk nonsense.

"I'll send you on your way first."
Chapter completed!