Massacre

The long sword in Qin Fan's hand was divided into tens of millions, intersecting horizontally and vertically, and the overwhelming sword gang cut off everything blocking the front!

On this wide country road,

A scorching sun rose out of thin air, making it impossible to look directly at it, and violent power spread within it!

Murong Bo's expression changed greatly, he wanted to escape from this world composed of pure swords and swords.

But only for a moment,

The light had completely swallowed him up.

When the storm clears,

Only Qin Fan, standing with a sword, was left in the field, as well as a large pit several meters deep.

Murong Bo or something,

It has long been integrated with the earth.

Poor Murong Bo, he died like this in the wilderness with no one caring about him.

The family, country and world in my heart.

well!

They all turned into dust.

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After killing Murong Bo, Qin Fan did not stay and soon arrived outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

Brilliant and magnificent!

Several young novice monks were sweeping the floor at the door. After seeing Qin Fan arriving, they

"It's getting late, and this temple no longer accepts pilgrims. The benefactor should please come back."

The young novices suddenly felt that Qin Fan's eyes seemed to encompass the universe.

It was so soul-stirring that in the blink of an eye they all fell to the ground and fainted.

These are all monks without martial arts skills.

Qin Fan didn't bother to take action,

Directly use the soul-moving technique to make them faint.

It's dinner time now, and there are not many people guarding the door.

They were all knocked unconscious by Qin Fan using the same method.

I'm afraid Shaolin Temple didn't think of it either.

There would be such a madman entering the mountain gate with such arrogance.

at the same time,

Qin Fan had also asked for the location of the Sutra Pavilion and rushed towards the depths of the Shaolin Temple.

Finally, someone discovered something was wrong.

"Someone broke into the temple!"

"Someone broke into the temple!"

"Hurry up and report to the abbot and summon the monks!"

The Shaolin Temple, which was originally in the middle of the night, was suddenly brightly lit and the shouts were loud.

"Looking at the situation of the disciples in the temple, that person should have gone towards the Sutra Pavilion!"

"The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is an important part of our temple. He must not be allowed to enter. Let's send monks to intercept him now."

Abbot Xuanci closed his eyes again, "Let Xuanbei come with you."

Xuanbei and Xuanci are from the same generation, their cultivation realms are both innate realms, and their martial arts attainments are extremely high.

Qin Fan seemed to be taking a walk at home,

He walked straight towards the Sutra Pavilion, not even bothering to hide his figure.

Along the way, monks attacked Qin Fan from time to time.

But there was nothing that could stop Qin Fan!

The monks in the Shaolin Temple were completely frightened, but they still attacked Qin Fan without fear of death.

When they arrived in front of the Sutra Collection Pavilion, Qin Fan's feet had already been paved with a road.

A road made of blood and corpses!

Qin Fan doesn't have the slightest fondness for the Shaolin Temple in Tianlong World.

In such a huge holy land of Buddhism, there are not many people who really study Buddhism. Instead, all kinds of dirty things happen one after another.

Abbot Xuanci alone not only acted as the leader with the intention of killing the innocent Xiao Yuanshan, but also

He also committed adultery with Ye Erniang, one of the four evil men.

A child was born.

The outrageous evil deeds Ye Erniang has committed over the years,

It is impossible for Xuanci not to know,

But he still pretended not to know and continued to act as the abbot of the Shaolin Temple.

Compared with Xuanci,

Qin Fan feels that he is simply a good gentleman,

After all, at least he is honest and can kill people, so what should he do?

"Donor, please stay."

At this moment, in front of the Sutra Pavilion, hundreds of warrior monks formed a large formation, holding long sticks, and standing in front was none other than Xuan Bei.

Only then did Qin Fan stop thinking, raised his head and glanced at the many monks in front of the Sutra Pavilion.

"I want to borrow the Yi Jin Jing to read it." Qin Fan said calmly.

Xuanbei noticed sensitively that Qin Fan said "want" instead of "want".

So no matter what,

This Yi Jin Jing is Qin Chen's goal.

overbearing!

Now this word appears in everyone's mind.

Qin Fan was just one person, yet he faced hundreds of times more enemies and still remained calm.

This doesn’t take Shaolin Temple seriously at all!

On a tree near the Sutra Pavilion, an old monk in gray robe watched this scene with twinkling eyes.

"Haha, Shaolin Temple actually provoked such a person,

No matter whether I can resist it or not, I will add fuel to your fire!"

next moment,

The gray-robed old monk leapt forward and disappeared into the Sutra Pavilion, not knowing where he was going.

"My Buddha has the angry eyes of Vajra. Since the donor has bullied my Shaolin Temple in this way, don't blame me for being rude."

After Xuan Bei finished speaking, his muscles suddenly bulged,

It grew bigger out of thin air,

The cassock, which was originally a bit wide, was suddenly bulging!

This Xuanbei does have some skills, he has already reached the middle stage of Xiantian!

The formation of monks all chanted the Buddha's name silently, followed Xuan Bei, and charged towards Qin Fan.

Xuanbei took it from the disciple behind him,

He took a dark iron rod that shone with metallic luster.

"Great Skanda Rod!"

Xuanbei is so big, but his speed is still not affected.

A distance of tens of meters was covered in two or three steps.

He hit Qin Fan on the head.

Qin Fan was too lazy to move and directly raised his hand, intending to catch the blow with his physical body.

The slender palms are in sharp contrast to the thick iron rods. As long as a normal person with a little common sense,
To be continued...