In the lobby, Qin Xiaoyi fell to the ground limply, and kept spitting out blood and foam from his mouth, twitching twice, and finally lost his breath.

You Longsheng was still in shock and stared at his hands in a daze. He really couldn't believe that someone had broken his sword skills with two hands and took away the sword in his hand.

"This is our family business. I just want to fulfill my filial piety to my father. If you dare to stop me, I will have to do the way for heaven and let you know what filial piety is!"

Xia Wuji stood in the lobby, looking around, and his voice was calm: "People who still want to participate in family affairs are stayed, and those who don't want to take action will exit the lobby, but if they are injured by mistake, they will bear the consequences."

I have to say that this ghost mask has a great effect.

Originally, Xia Wuji was just a cute child, even with a stern face, he was still cold and cute.

But now the evil spirit is revealed, giving people a strange and evil feeling of domineeringness.

The heroes in the lobby looked at each other in a glance, and then a dozen people left, far away from this place of failure, and were obviously shocked.

But more people's eyes flashed, and they stayed in the lobby with a lucky mentality.

People die for money, birds die for food!

The golden silk armor is so attractive that even though we know that staying will bring the power of life, most people still insist on staying.

"Don't be afraid of him. No matter how good his martial arts are, he is just a person. He can't beat four hands with two fists, and he will die even if he piles up." In the depressing atmosphere, someone soon started to cheer up loudly.

"Yes, we have so many martial arts fellows, I don't believe that there are still people in the world who can stop it."

Some people shouted out classic quotes from the world.

"Without dealing with such evil and heretics, there is no need to tell him any moral principles, everyone will go hand in hand."

The crowd was in full swing, and dozens of martial arts masters gradually surrounded him and looked at Xia Wuji with a bad expression.

"It's a pity that you have embarked on the wrong path of fate and will always be abandoned by fate."

Xia Wuji sighed softly, and the man had already flew up. In the air, his clothes waved, and a flash of lightning suddenly exploded, shining his mind.

——Of course, it was not lightning that exploded, but a light, a sword light!

But no one doubted that this sword light would be inferior to lightning.

The heroes rushing ahead felt cold and the unprecedented danger filled the air, and the fear in their hearts suddenly increased to the extreme.

They wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

brush!

The sword light flashed continuously in the air, as sharp as a dragon, unpredictable change, and the speed was even more incredible.

Heads flew into the sky, blood scattered all over the ground, and there was a look of astonishment on his face.

In just a few breaths, seven or eight masters lost their lives, and they didn't even see Xia Wuji's moves clearly.

"What a great sword technique!"

Mr. Tiedi's face darkened. He thought he had valued Xia Wuji quite a lot, but he was still surprised by his sword skills when he really looked at him.

If Bai Xiaosheng re-arranges the weapon list, this person can at least be included in the previous life of the world.

Master Xinmei frowned slightly, and this ghost-faced boy was afraid that it was difficult to deal with.

As for Long Xiaoyun, he hid in the corner, tremblingly, and slowly moved to the backyard, as if he was about to run away.

In the lobby, dozens of heroes from the world joined forces, with swords and swords, palm wind and fists, and earth nets.

But in an instant, this so-called net of heaven and earth was torn to pieces.

A figure was like a ghost, changing in agile manner, unpredictable. During the breathing, people were tilted up and horses, screaming in pain, and more than a dozen corpses fell to the ground.

Originally, sixty or seventy heroes in the world were killed or injured in a blink of an eye.

The corpse lies horizontally, and the blood is like a stream, this scene that looks like a nightmare.

"No, I don't want the golden silk armor anymore, I'm leaving!"

"Escape quickly, the ghost-faced boy is invincible."

I don’t know who shouted, but everyone who had been scared to death ran away and dispersed in a panic.

"Haha, let me not leave, my elder brother and sister, let me play with Xiaoyun for a while."

A tender and crisp voice echoed in the lobby.

Xia Wuji had a innocent smile on his face, and the short sword pierced out, and the sword light was like a dragon, and he refused to give up.

He had obviously warned several times, but he still had to wade through this muddy water. So don't blame him for being ruthless.

Since you want his life, it is natural to be killed by him.

"Amitabha."

Just as Xia Wuji's sword light flashed and the killing began, a Buddhist chant burst into pieces,

However, Master Xinmei picked up flowers in his chest with one hand and condensed his mighty energy with the other hand, driving the skills of the four monks behind him, and blasted out with one palm.

The thick palm power instantly pressed Xia Wuji's back.

"It turns out that monks will also attack people."

Xia Wuji sneered, and his wide sleeves suddenly bulged, and he turned around and patted him.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and the palms striking, and the strong wind blew.

Xinmei groaned and stared back several steps. Gu Bo's face was originally unscathed, and there was a look of surprise and suspicion.

His seemingly ordinary palm was actually a joint attack with the other four monks, and his palm power was extremely powerful. But not only did he not hurt the other party, he took a few steps back and his qi and blood surged.

"At a young age, how could he have such profound internal strength? Could it be that a monster?"

There are many masters in the martial arts world who are good at maintaining their beauty. Xinmei, who is in her 80s, has seen her with rosy skin and does not look old.

Martial arts are mysterious and unpredictable, involving energy and spirit. The more brilliant and profound the skills, the more it naturally delays aging.

Of course, once the skill is accidentally broken, the moment before, the handsome and handsome man with a young face, the next moment, the next moment, the hair is gray and wrinkles are everywhere.

The monk Xinmei is the Shaolin guardian, with his vision and knowledge, and few people can do it.

If you are really a person who has the ability to keep your face, no matter how young and immature it looks on the outside, you will inevitably have flaws, and your body will also show an aging and decayed aura, which will never be hidden from him.

But this ghost-faced boy did not have the aging breath, his qi and blood were strong, and his body showed a bit of tenderness, as if he was a yellow-mouthed child under ten years old.

But if this is the case, how can you explain his skills, swordsmanship, and the experience of the old Taoist fighting?

Is this man really a monster?

There is no time to think about it now.

Monk Xinmei shouted: "Form a formation!"

These two words are very loud, and are emitted with skill similar to "liu roar", which makes Xia Wuji's eardrum buzz.

The four figures behind Xinmei turned and stood in different directions, surrounding Xia Wuji.

Master Xinmei clasped his hands together and said, "If the monks are unwilling to kill, if the donor can walk out of the Arhat formation, the old monk will be convinced. If he cannot walk out, please follow the old monk to Shaolin Temple for a walk, drum in the evening, bell in the morning, eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name."

"The monk is good at making a calculation, but I promise you!"
Chapter completed!