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Don't tell me how deep your skills are, how powerful your inheritance is, and how profound your school is.

Kung fu, two characters, one horizontal and one vertical.

Wrong, only those who lie down and stand are qualified to speak!

Although this sentence is a bit coercive, it does make sense.

Especially now it is more suitable for Lin Ping and Abbot Kuzhi.

Abbot Kuzhi is indeed hiding very deeply. Not only has the Tathagata with a Thousand-Handed Tathagata palm reached its peak, it is also an analogy and a new path, reaching the point where there is no one before, no one afterwards!

Especially the last move, the Palm of Flame, is the path he has to take to break through the unity of heaven and man and the realm of mythology.

unfortunately.

It's useless to say a thousand words and ten thousand.

Such a powerful move, under Lin Ping's sword aura, melted instantly, and couldn't hold on to it at all.

When all the dust settled, the abbot of the dignified Shaolin Temple fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

"Abbot! Abbot!"

Upon seeing this, a group of eminent monks of Shaolin Temple were anxious, and they gathered around the abbot of Kuzhi, while staring at Lin Ping vigilantly and with hatred, they seemed to have a deep hatred with Lin Ping.

Lin Ping said plainly: "Don't worry, you can't die."

The Shaolin abbot is indeed good, and he can be regarded as more powerful in the mythological realm, at least better than the current Dongfang Qingxue and Li Xunhuan.

So just now Lin Ping cut out with a single sword, using a bit of real skill, and some of them couldn't hold back the momentum, causing Kuzhi to be seriously injured and into a coma.

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In front of the Daxiong Hall, although the crowd was surging, half of the current masters of the rivers and lakes gathered, the Ninth-Rank Grand Master stood as if he were here.

But at this time, there was no sound, no one dared to speak!

The eyes of everyone looking at Lin Ping were full of shock, unimaginable.

The Shaolin abbot's hard-witted strength exceeded their expectations, and he was already at the level of a true ‘divine monk’.

The combination of the two great tricks is perfect, and the final Flame Palm is even more powerful.

Many of them began to think that Lin Ping was going to be unstoppable and was defeated by the bitter-minded monk.

Who would have thought that not only was the bitter wise monk still defeated, but it was also defeated so thoroughly!

When Lin Ping got serious, a sword gas pierced out, and the bitter-minded monk had no room to resist, and he fell into a coma!

There is no doubt that if Lin Ping was willing just now, he could definitely kill the bitter-minded monk with a single sword!

Where is the limit of this person?

Could it be that he could really catch up with the Demon Lord and Sword Saint of the year?

Not only the many Ninth-Rank Great Masters and Half-Step Mythological Realms, but also the mythical realms of Sun Baifa and Chongxu Daochang, their hearts began to shake.

Although the two of them are very senior, their knowledge is far better than the others present, and they also have great confidence in their accomplishments in the mythical realm.

When they came to Shaolin Temple this time, they actually came with the idea of ​​‘advocating justice’.

Even if Lin Ping had the record of beheading the Bodhisattva Bodhisattva with his hands raised before, he passed the eighteen bronze men and easily defeated the suffering Zen master.

They all feel that they are within their control.

Lin Ping's strength did not exceed their upper limit.

But now Lin Ping has severely injured the bitter wise monk with a sword, and their upper limit... has been broken!

The bitter-minded monk was not lightly injured, but after all he was a master of the mythological realm. Under the treatment and medicine given by the Shaolin disciples, he quickly woke up.

It's just that even if he wakes up, the damage and damage caused by the sword energy in his body cannot be repaired for a while.

After this battle, he had to practice in retreat for at least one and a half years before he could hope to recover.

However, the bitter wise monk did not take his own injuries into consideration. After taking the Shaolin Pill, he forced his luck to suppress the injuries caused by the sword qi in his body, and barely recovered his strength to fight again.

The face of the ascetic monk was very ugly.

It was not because he was ashamed and ugly after the defeat, but because he sighed in his heart and worried about the future of Shaolin Temple.

"Senior Sun, Daoist Chongxu, and many martial arts friends, please help Shaolin!"

The bitter wise monk no longer cared about the face of Shaolin Temple, and directly began to ask outsiders for help.

no way.

Lin Ping's sword just now was too terrifying, and it was impossible to defeat Lin Ping one-on-one with a fair word.

If you don't ask the many top masters present to help, and wait until Lin Ping defeats them all in the Shaolin Temple, then the real face will be lost, and the thousand-year-old reputation will be ruined in one fell swoop.

So even if you ask for help from outsiders and gather the power of half of the world's masters, you must force Lin Ping to be suppressed!

Dao Master Chongxu waved his hand, nodded and said: "I also want to learn about this master Lin's brilliant tricks. However, I know that old man, my old bone is naturally not Lin's opponent. I can only ignore the old face. Bullying more and less."

Sun Baifa also said: "Lin's martial arts talent can be said to be the first person in a century. Even the sword sage Ye Qingcheng did not have such good luck in his swordsmanship at his age. Old man, I am naturally far from an opponent. However, Shaolin Temple was kind to me because it was kind to me. Shaolin Temple is facing difficulties today, so I should help myself."

Wow!

Hearing Sun Bai's words, many people felt a little shock.

This legendary master of the rivers and lakes is really an old monster who has lived for so many years, he has lived from the time when the devil was in chaos to the present!

Otherwise, the shaolin monk who disappeared after the battle with the demon master would not be kind to him.

And based on what he said, it can almost prove that when Ye Qingcheng never became famous as the sword saint, he was under the guidance of Sun Baifa!

Hearing the two mythological realms with extraordinary strengths, willing to help each other, Kuzhi felt a little relieved.

Then he said solemnly to the first few of the Shaolin Temple: "Array!"

"Yes!"

Several master monks of the bitter generation in Shaolin Temple took their orders one after another. The masters of Bodhidharma, Prajna Hall, Abbey Hall, Arhat Hall, and many older generations made up a total of 108 people, with the abbot of bitter wise monks. Micro-center, forming a big array!

This large formation is almost a super upgraded version of the Eighteen Bronze Figures of Shaolin Temple!

Although not everyone has a nine-rank cultivation base like the Eighteen Bronze Human Array.

But everyone is at least a high-ranking monk in the upper third stage!

And among them there is a mythological realm of the unity of nature and humans like the bitter wise monk, and there are many, similar to the half-step myth realm of misery, suffering, and the older generation!

With so many top masters, they can break through the clouds with their breath alone, and it can be seen that hundreds of thousands of elite troops are crushed by the imperial court!

In addition, the top masters who gather half of the arena.

This kind of strength on paper may seem to many people, even if the demon master was reborn back then, he still has to weigh it!

unfortunately…

After all, this is just strength on paper.

The existence of the myth realm is not something that ordinary elite soldiers can pile to death by using a sea of ​​human tactics.

And after Lin Ping touched the threshold of the shattered void, it was not a master of the myth realm that could contend with a group of high-ranking masters.

Even if these hundreds of people shoot together, what fear does he have?

It's just that when he went to Shaolin Temple today, Lin Ping thought that his attitude was already quite kind, there was nothing excessive, and his shots were very measured, and he never thought of killing.

However, the group of bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple seemed to have eaten the weight of the weight, and had no intention of discussing it a little bit.

Do you really think that Lin Ping is a good person and speaks easily?

Now that these bald donkeys are going to use their lives to guard the Yi Jin Jing...

"It seems that I have to kill some people today to get the Yi Jin Jing smoothly."

Lin Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly.

Dongfang Qingxue stepped forward and stood beside Lin Ping, exuding an astonishing chill, like an iceberg in a snowy area, looking at hundreds of top masters across the river, there was no fear in her eyes, and she said, "I will help you. !"

Li Xunhuan and the four elders of Fumo also walked to Lin Ping firmly and expressed their attitude with actions.

Although the situation in front of them is something they don't want to see.

In fact, they all hoped that both sides could sit down and talk peacefully, but it was a pity that things went against their wishes.

The Fourth Elders of Fu Mo still couldn't understand what Shaolin Temple was doing.

When Lin Ping came to the King Kong Sect, he wanted to observe and enlighten Rama's body. Isn't this more insulting than borrowing the Yi Jin Jing?

But when they found out that they were far from Lin Ping's opponent, they had no choice but to give up.

Now Shaolin Temple can't resist Lin Ping on their own, but they still have no intention of turning back.

Why bother?

Perhaps this is Shaolin Temple.

Although both are Buddhist schools, the Shaolin Temple has been passed down for thousands of years, and its reputation and status are far better than those of the King Kong Sect, so it is even more difficult to let go of the pride in the heart.

"kill!"

Following the dispatch of the great array of 108 masters of Shaolin Temple, countless masters of the entire Daxiong Hall were dispatched.

In an instant, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the terrifying coercion almost made everything around him stand still, and the position of time and space was frozen.

If it were opposite them, no matter how powerful the Ninth-Rank Grand Master was, it would be scared to the ground, and ordinary mythological realm would just walk away!

Only when Dongfang Qingxue, Li Xunhuan, and Fumo stood together, could they barely contend with such a momentum, would not turn around and flee, and had the courage to make moves.

Immediately, Han Bing Jian Qi, Xiao Li Fei Dao, and Fu Mo Grand Formation all began to show up.

Lin Ping waved his hand and said coldly: "You all get back, I am enough!"

The voice fell to the ground.

The two qi of the Dao Demon gathered, Lin Ping slowly lifted into the sky, forming two black and white dragons around him, roaring and fluctuating spread, as if breaking through the shackles, forcibly shattering the breath of hundreds of masters.

The next moment.

The two qis of the Dao Demon began to evolve, turning into a sword qi, one evolving into three daos, and three daos becoming a thousand daos!

At this time.

The Daxiong Palace was about to perform a trick, and many of the swordsmen who greeted Lin Ping Qiqi found that the sword in their hands was unstable!

Even the Great Master of the Ninth Stage, the swords in their hands seem to be summoned, no matter how they control, the long swords are released.

Ten thousand swords return to the clan!

Numerous long swords and countless sword auras, driven by Lin Ping, slashed towards the bottom.

However, many masters who were going to attack, saw that the situation was wrong and quickly changed their moves, turning attack into defense.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Wan Jian return to the clan?"

"Block! Work together, UU reading www.uukanshu.com blocked this trick, and we won!"

Everyone's internal strength is gushing, forming a barrier.

As expected, the strength of half of the top masters of the arena was gathered. Lin Ping's sword aura continued to fall, like rain hitting banana leaves, unable to pierce it.

Wan Jian's return to Zong failed for a while.

There were only horrible fluctuations, which spread in all directions. Dongfang Qingxue, Xiao Li Feidao and others who did not make a move could not help but step back for a certain distance.

The two sides who played against each other seemed to be in a stalemate...

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