Chapter 16 Bad News

The killing monks flocked and surrounded the two strange men and women who rushed in.

"Fant, this is the Killing Sect, the strongest martial arts sect in the world. Who are you? How dare you be so arrogant? Brothers, why don't you take them down?"

The leader is a bald man with a beard. As the first time to carry out the task of guarding the outer door today, he is the fourth generation of the disciple of the Killing Sect. He is not in literature and martial arts. He can receive such a task because the Huayan Conference of the Killing Sect is about to be held, so most of the first- and second-class people are transferred to the Dharma Conference.

And the only remaining martial arts force guarding the mountain temple was also because of a group of uninvited guests today, so that the bald men who were just growing vegetables and washing rice supported the doormen on the periphery.

A group of monks are murderous. Even the four generations of disciples are not in the stream, and their strength has reached the peak of amazing warriors. Such power in the south of the Yangtze River can almost be the second-rate power in the sect. In Jiangbei, the Killing Sect is just a man who washes vegetables and cooks, and makes a judgment.

Wu Pengwei didn't even look at it. With a wave of his big arm, a strong force of qi and blood overflowed like a whirlwind, and the strong wind made a group of monks crooked.

The distance between each other is too big. Thousands of enemies and warriors are completely incomparable.

"Wu Shaoxia, you are good at it. You are one step ahead of the little girl." Xiang Ruolan smiled faintly, but her heart was itchy with hatred. She forgot that Wu Pengwei's infinite ring had a tearing space, and she could enter and exit any range within a radius of 50 meters at will.

This is not because of her omission, but she didn't expect that Wu Pengwei was so proficient in using the infinite ring that he could show his ability to enter and exit the space in a thousandth of a second.

Wu Pengwei smiled and didn't say anything. He stepped back outside the archway and said lightly, "Why worry about a little thing? Why don't you take a step ahead of the young lady?"

"No, I'll follow the young man." Xiang Ruolan was quite a general, and she was calm when she lost. Soon, the clouds were light and her face was elegant, but her heart was tight with hatred. She was determined to win Wu Pengwei no matter what.

The monks next to him were staggering to get up. The bald man at the head was a guy who knew how to be powerful. At that moment, he was far away and raised the familiar bronze stick in his hand and shouted, "Okay, you have guts. When our mountain patrol brother comes down, you are good-looking. If you have guts, don't go, wait."

Wu Pengwei glanced at him, and the next moment, his figure disappeared out of thin air.

The bald-headed man was stunned, and a cold man's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"When will Gui Shura and Miao Wu have a decisive battle?"

The big man turned his head and looked. Wu Pengwei's figure stood behind him like a ghost, silent.

"Oh, my God, Buddha Bodhisattva, where did you come from?" The big man was shocked, messed up a square inch, and fell to the ground.

Wu Pengwei frowned. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with the big man. He pointed to the Red Army in his hand and said coldly, "I don't want to repeat the second question."

The cold blade of the sword was against his throat. The bald Han suddenly hit a thrill and stammered, "Early, it's been a good match for a long time."

"What?" Wu Pengwei raised his eyebrows and asked a little hurriedly, "When did it happen? How about the winner?

The bald-headed man swallowed his saliva and stammered, "In the early morning of this morning... In the early morning, it was naturally our second uncle Miao Wu... won."

"Is that the ghost Shura?" Wu Pengwei's heart sank.

"It is said that it is... dead, and the specific poor monk is not clear." The bald man tilted his head and thought for a while before he figured it out. Looking up, there was no Wu Pengwei's figure in front of him: "Oh, human?"

Wu Pengwei swept up thousands of steps like the wind, and his heart felt as if it had exploded.

He walked into the wind. Every time he stepped on it, he used all his strength. The steps collapsed, and people also rushed straight forward with the help of ground force. The golden "red-blooded mad gold gas" surged out of his body, like a golden fire.

He sprinted very fast, 100 meters away in a second, and the speed was getting faster and faster, but the mountain road was rugged and winding, and the deep steps seemed to be at the end of the clouds, out of reach.

A huge red square stone in front of you is in front of you, with three solemn scarlet characters written on it - Jiejian Stone.

Wu Pengwei glanced at him and was about to pass by the stone when a low man's Buddha name sounded in his ear.

"Amitabha, where did the arrogant person come from? He broke into the sword stone and didn't retreat."

In the Buddha's name, after solving the sword stone, a yellow figure soared into the air and punched his chest.

This punch is powerful and removes all the tediousness and changes. It is just the simplest and most direct punch, but it blocks the angle and time and space of all counterattacks. It is natural. The most terrible thing is that this punch has no Buddha's compassion, but with a fierce murderous spirit.

If you are hit, you will die.

Wu Pengwei's heart moved, and there was a clear view in front of him. The speed and gap of things were constantly expanding and slowing down.

In the battle with Feng Moli, his "heart-eye" method has been greatly achieved, reaching a casual level.

"The fist is powerful, the murderous spirit is fierce, and the fist is like a sword. Unfortunately, there is still a trace of qi and blood power in the upper right that is unevenly distributed. Well, it is a character, and the power of qi and blood has reached the initial level of thousands of people."

With just a casual glance, Wu Pengwei analyzed the strength of the comer and the loopholes in the moves.

Similarly, the complexity was simplified. A sword came out horizontally, and the electricity generally hit the upper right of the impacted fist.

The fist immediately collapsed.

Wu Pengwei didn't even look at it. With the help of the power of horizontal patting, it was just like the spring breeze blowing the willows, gently over the red boulder, his body swung far away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Fit, where to escape!"

The monks after the boulder were furious and brushed their sleeves, chasing Wu Pengwei like a yellow cloud.

Wu Pengwei ran all the way. A moment later, before he came to a particularly tall black archway, the scale and momentum of the archway were very different from what he had seen at the beginning. It was as towering like a small palace, with four red and blood-red characters on it - Shifang Killing World.

Thousands of momentum and murderous atmosphere.

This is the inner palace of the "Killing Sect". If you enter it, you will enter the scope of the Thousand Buddha Halls of the Sect, thousands of temples, and more than 10,000 monks are behind the killing world in these ten directions.

Wu Pengwei was about to rush into it when he suddenly shouted in a low voice.

Two pure black dragon lights and shadows appeared on the left and right sides, like thunder and lightning.

With Wu Pengwei's observation, although a trace of loopholes have been caught, there are two black dragons, which can only cope with one of them, and the two are in contrast. Unexpectedly, the tacit understanding is difficult to resist, and can only retreat quickly.

With this retreat, it will be difficult to enter.

"Amitabha"

Twelve deep Buddha horns sounded at the same time.

Twelve dark tall monks appeared in the black archway. These monks were all in black tight robes, half of their bodies were outside, their skin was as dark as ink, and even their eyes were white, which was extremely strange.

When the Buddha's name was proclaimed, the monks took a step forward at the same time, and the long black stick in their hands shook at the same time.

The awe-insed killing air came out, and the overwhelming murderous atmosphere permeated, like a huge net, invisible, but it covered the world.

"Those who break into Foshan, kill!"

"Those who break into the sword and stone, kill!"

"Those who break into the ten-way killing world, kill!"

"Those who break into and kill the living sect, kill!"

Twelve monks shouted at the same time, and there was an infinite murder in his voice, lingering into a terrible sound wave, shaking the mountains and fields.

Wu Pengwei's eyes were tight, and the red army in his hand came out of the sheath, and the blood-like fire rose, which was also murderous.

At this moment, a delicate shout sounded in the air.

"All stop it."

Xiang Ruolan drove the brass bird man down from the sky. With an anxious face, she took out a blood-red token from her arms, with a big Buddha statue with a smile on it, which was lifelike.

"See the blood Buddha token, please retreat from the twelve black jade arhats."

He shouted to Ruolan, and the token in his hand glowed red.

Twelve dark-skinned monks heard this, bowed at the same time, stopped the offensive, and retreated into the archway.

Only then did Wu Pengwei have time to observe the archway. It turned out that there were twelve sunken holes on the archway. These strange monks sat cross-legged in it. The patterns were different. If they didn't look carefully, they thought it was a relief on the archway.

He came over to Ruolan and whispered with a little reproach, "You really think you are the best master in the world, and you dare to break into thousands of Foshan. I can tell you that these black arhats have the primary realm of tens of thousands of enemies, and their bodies are infused by the black gold water, and knives and guns are invable, even if you are super-level in your hands. It is difficult to hurt the soul blade at all. With the courage of qi and blood, it is not advisable for a wise man to do nothing.

Wu Pengwei bit his teeth and popped up coldly: "Miaowu killed Brother Shura. I want him to pay for his blood."

"Confused..." Xiang Ruolan stamped his foot and looked at the black arhats who sat cross-legged in the archway with their eyes closed. Then he whispered, "Where is Miao Wu that it is so easy to defeat? Don't say that you are not strong enough. Even if you have enough, the Killing Sect will not make you move. Now that the truth is unknown, you are so impulsive. Isn't this a desperate life-seeking?

When Wu Pengwei heard the words, he looked up to the sky and shouted loudly. Then he dissipated the resentment in his chest. He lowered his head and said, "Yes, you're right. Everything must be discussed in the long term. I'll find out the real result of the martial arts competition first."

Xiang Ruo looked at him and was quite surprised. Then he said, "I have the Blood Buddha Order in hand, and I should be able to see the ten-way killing world, but after entering, you must be calm and calm and don't be angry anymore."

Wu Pengwei nodded: "Miss Xiang, don't worry, I understand."

Xiang Ruolan was about to talk to the black arhat when a man shouted loudly behind her.

"Nonsense, Wu Wei, how can you be so presumptuous in Qianfo Mountain?"

Wu Pengwei looked back and saw three people coming from the mountain road. Two of them walked side by side. On the left was a thin middle-aged monk, followed by a young monk in a yellow robe. Looking at his appearance, it was vaguely the guy who was initially trying to fight with him.

On the right is a strong Tibetan man, with blue hair scattered at will, with an open chest, and momentum like a mountain.

It is the right envoy of the Martial Arts Alliance - Duan Jiuyou.

(Red ticket is urgent, everyone stand up)