In the anxious eyes of a group of Shaolin masters, a burst of raging flames suddenly ignited on the eight-story Sutra Pavilion.

The fire light soared into the sky, and even the Gangqi Egg Screen could no longer be stopped. Two figures turned into streams of light and rushed out of the flames.

The qi cover that lost its source support was shaking, just like the tortured hearts of Shaolin disciples around him at that moment.

"No!!!"

In the distance, a heart-wrenching roar came, but it was Shaolin abbot Xuanci, with red eyes and staring blankly at the burning Sutra Pavilion!

The Shaolin Sutra Collection Pavilion is no longer just a collection of the Mén School of Martial Arts, but a symbol of Shaolin dignity!

At this moment, Shaolin's dignity was sweeping the floor.

Miraculously, the two purple and white streams of light disappeared directly into the darkness without any obstacle.

Everyone was attracted by the flames soaring into the sky.

Unfortunately, when the shaking egg curtain dispersed, and when everyone finally remembered to put out the fire, the fire had already begun to spread around!

Xiao Jian and Wuming all stopped. For the first time, Wuming, who had already reached the ultimate martial arts of "Supreme Good, Like Water", had an irresistible anger surged on his face.

The sweeping monk is called a god, but he is not a god after all!

If you are a person, you will have fire, and this fire, no water, cannot be extinguished.

The blame for the firecracker of the Sutra Pavilion is the small sword, and I have to bear it.

The little sword god was still cold, but there was a blazing rage in his eyes. I don’t know if it was reflected by the fire from afar or the burning in his heart.

"If I say that this matter has nothing to do with me, do you believe it?"

The tone of the tablet, which is heard by outsiders, is more sarcastic than just excuse.

"He is the little sword of the Shenzhou Gang!"

In the crowd, someone shouted, and immediately, it was a sensation.

Most monks hurriedly took water from all over the place and rushed towards the Sutra Pavilion, which was so strong that it was at its peak in the distance. A few masters frantically rushed towards the only suspect Xiaojian and smashed it.

The nameless old monk closed his eyes and kept chanting the Buddha's name. Obviously, his mood fluctuated greatly.

Any Shaolin disciple who truly regards himself as a Shaolin person will definitely not be able to bear the current situation of the Sutra Pavilion being burned to pieces.

Xiao Jian chou left and stopped explaining anything to the bald men with red eyes.

The yellow mud fell into the crotch, and no matter how you defended it, it was futile.

Hundreds of sword lights shone, and dozens of masters who were blocking the front suddenly died.

However, after that, more Shaolin masters rushed towards him like hungry tigers, one after another.

Xiao Jian dared not fall in love with the battle. If he did not take advantage of the nameless old monk's anger and could not use force at will, and when he calmed down his emotions, he would be in danger.

I saw a green light ball like a hedgehog flying in the air. Looking closely, the light ball was composed of countless dense sword shadows.

There were constantly experts jumping up from the ground and trying to stop the roof. However, every time, there were countless sword energy flying out of the light ball, accurately stabbing the attacker.

One master after another fell, and one master after another rushed, but with the sword overloading its internal force, these masters could not even stop him for half a step.

The nameless old monk was making up for his state of mind, and most of the masters were in vain rescue fire. If God helped, the little sword successfully rushed to the side of the temple and was about to jump into the darkness.

At this time, the unknown old monk suddenly opened his eyes!

"Donor, since you are here, you might as well bring some gifts back, which is my dedication!"

The thunder sounds all over the sky, just like the bronze bell, the lion roaring technique and the Buddha's great Zen singing magic powers actually set off the thin old man as if the Buddha had come to the world!

The nameless god was solemn, with seals on his hands and chanting scriptures on his mouth. In the surrounding air, some mysterious force gathered towards the nameless person.

What he used was not martial arts, but a kind of Buddhist seal similar to Taoism!

I saw a swastika-shaped magic seal wrapped in countless scriptures, and golden light appeared out of thin air, hitting the small sword that jumped towards the darkness!

At this time, on a mountain in the distance, a place that Wuming had never discovered, a cold and indifferent man in white robe was shocked and scolded.

"Dual cultivation of both law and martial arts,!"

Chu Xiang was shocked inside, but the small sword covered by the Buddha seal was even more shocked!

Perhaps, even the initiator could not have imagined that when the nameless old monk had a flaw in his mind, the last flaw in his cultivation level was exposed.

The old monk at the age of 100 feet, and then went further. At this moment, the nameless old monk was absolutely beyond the imagination and had touched some things outside the mortal world!

The little sword turned around in the air, and the strengthened green dragon in his hand instantly swung out more than a thousand qi swords that were almost condensed into substance, and they all rushed towards the pressing Foyin!

boom!!!

Both the sword energy and Buddha seals exploded, strengthening the green dragon shattered into pieces, large walls, temples collapsed, and even the ground sank more than ten feet!

However, the surging sword energy that almost burst out from nearly half of the internal force of the small sword failed to completely offset the Buddha seal!

The golden seal of swastika scattered, but the endless scriptures lingered on the seal were only bombed into pieces.

The incomplete scriptures rushed towards the small sword like life.

Xiaojian spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to stop the invasion of external forces, and could only use the force to escape from a distance.

In the middle of the square, the unknown old monk who made such a shocking blow was gray-white.

Obviously, this ability that is different from martial arts cannot be easily used.

After all, the legendary master was seriously injured by a thousand feet away from the air. This kind of power was already amazing. If it was still unlimited, I was afraid that the nameless old monk would be enough to wipe out the world.

The sweeping monk looked at the Sutra Pavilion, which was about to become ashes in the distance, and watched countless masters save their fire in vain, with deep sadness in his eyes.

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell! Amitabha!"

I saw the dry figure suddenly turned into a phantom in the horrified eyes of everyone and rushed into the fire.

Then, a bell-shaped gold air curtain suddenly burst out, pushing all the flames into the sky, and the surrounding air dissipated instantly.

Chu Xiang looked at the distance, the phantom of the golden bell that was dozens of feet tall, covering half of the Shaolin Temple, and a sneer appeared on his face, and turned around and left.

The effect is far better than imagined. Even if the nameless old monk does not die, he will definitely be seriously damaged. Even if he releases such a magical ultimate move, he may never be able to recover to his peak state!

The next day, Shaolin will surely become a stepping stone under the progress of Shenzong!

Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci issued a notice on the mén: Shenzhou Gang, the legendary little sword, I, Shaolin, and other bandits are incompatible!

The world was in an uproar.

Shaolin, who never participated in the struggles in the martial arts world, declared war directly on the Shenzhou Gang!

The senior executives of the Shenzhou Gang stopped at this time. Many of them began to worry after being shocked. More were excited!

The Shenzhou Gang, led by the Unbeaten Legendary Sword, will definitely be unbeaten forever! Shaolin's move is purely a strike against the stone with an egg!

This is what most of the experts in the Shenzhou Gang are thinking at this moment.

On Songshan Mountain, in the dense forest.

Xiao Jian, who was sitting cross-legged under the tree to regulate his breathing, heard the announcement issued by Xuanci, and spat blood again.

He didn't care about the life or death of the Shenzhou Gang, but he minded becoming someone else's scapegoat.

Even the little sword that did not exist was angry at this moment.

A white shadow quietly appeared not far away, looking at the seriously injured little sword with a smile, and walked towards the other side step by step.

......

Xier opened her eyes and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The moving key calmed down.

Xier knew that this meant that someone in the mortal world had reached the extreme and touched the laws of the Three Realms. This situation happened three times many years ago!

“The fourth…”

Xier's smile no longer appeared on her face, muttering to herself, her eyes falling into separation.

......

"reason!"

Xiao Jian opened his eyes, and although his breath was weak, his aura was still strong.

Hearing the other party's tone as questioned, Chu Xiang's smiling expression instantly became cold.

"call out!"

"Puff!"

The soft sword bounced straight and shoveled out with a sound of breaking through the air, and nailed the seriously injured little sword to the tree behind him.

"Don't be so arrogant when talking to me. You are the leader of the Tian Alliance, so are you. If you don't give you face, what a bullshit Tian Alliance, I still have a way to destroy it day and night!"

The little sword's eyes were cold, and he silently threw the sword out of his body and threw it aside.

"Don't underestimate the Tianmeng, you won't understand what the Tianmeng is. The Tianmeng is not only a force, but also a belief. As long as this belief is immortal, the Tianmeng will never disappear."

Chu Xiang did not comment and sneered at Xiaojian's statement.

The so-called Tianmeng is just a manifestation of human selfishness and a mentality of selfishness. If you can't get it yourself, others can't get it. The best thing must be shared, otherwise it will be a devil or evil. You represent heaven and righteousness. All you are enemies of yourself are evil.
To be continued...