Jiang Dali snorted coldly, looking at the two sets of clothes left in his palms, he was still feeling unsatisfied, and his cold eyes couldn't help but look at the Shaolin people in Songshan not far away.

Wow—

Everyone was so scared that they retreated and dodged, their faces as if they were earthy.

"Amitabha......"

Fang Yuan's figure stood up tremblingly. Even though he was seriously injured, his face was like a golden finger and his arm was broken, but his face was still firm and stared at Jiang Dali.

"Donor Jiang, at this point today, many people have been killed or injured in Songshan, Shaolin, and the left leader of Songshan has also died at your hands. I beg the master of Jiangzhai to let go and stop."

"give up!?"

Jiang Dali narrowed his eyes and chuckled, and casually tore off the torn clothes wrapped around his waist. His burly and sturdy figure walked towards the Shaolin people in Songshan like a tiger patrolling the mountain.

The momentum of one person shocked the audience.

"The one who came here to find trouble was from Shaolin, Songshan. The one who finished it now was you Shaolin, monk Fang Yuan. Did you think Shaolin has such a great face?"

The golden sword behind Jiang Dali suddenly trembled, and a buzzing buzzing. The shining light on the knife handle seemed to be a arrow that pierced everyone's heart, which was terrifying.

Fang Yuan felt the murderous intent from Jiang Dali, lowered his eyebrows and looked at the corpse of broken limbs all over the ground, sighed, and raised his palm.

"When will the revenge be repaid? Let's forgive others if you have to. However, it was because of the fact that I was too aggressive to force the donors in the east that caused the bitter fruit of today, and that many people died here. It is not really a matter of confusion."

"oh?"

Jiang Dali looked sarcastic, "I didn't expect that monk, you actually knew that you were wrong first, but it's rare that someone understands it."

As he said that, Jiang Dali suddenly laughed, turned to a sneer, sneered and laughed, "The sea is always turbulent, how can one kill a grudge with one sword? Monk, do you think a light and fluttering word can make up for the lives of so many people?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Shaolin monks glared at Jiang Dali. If they hadn't known that they could not beat them, they would probably really want to rush forward and fight to the death.

The one who killed someone is your Black Wind Village Master, why is it considered Master Fang Yuan?

This is probably the most real and indignant thought in their hearts at this moment.

"Amitabha! Sin!"

Fang Yuan sighed and nodded and said sadly, "Jiang Tui's lesson is that repentance can no longer make up for the lives of the dead. I only wish to save the lives of everyone present with the life of me.

I hope that the donor of the river will consider the love of the rosary you wear in your hand, choose to forgive, leave room for room for good results!"

"Master!"

All Shaolin monks were shocked and immediately stopped them.

However, Fang Yuan suddenly shouted softly, and a momentum burst out from his body, which made the monks around him stand unsteadily and stagger back away.

At that moment, three fingers in the square radius were gently pointed out, just like a Buddha picking a flower, smiling, and his technique fell lightly on his eyebrows.

boom--

A gentle energy burst out.

Fang Yuan glared at his eyes, gradually becoming bloody, his body trembled and stood still, his palms drooped weakly, his nostrils bleed, and a few drops of blood were instantly stained with the white beard.

"What a square radius!"

Jiang Dali was moved and frowned tightly.

"Master!"

"Sir Fang Yuan!!"

Seeing this, all the Shaolin monks were furious and rushed towards Fangyuan, crying and shouting, and were extremely sad.

"Fang Yuan is willing to commit suicide to protect you trash. I, Jiang Dali, are still a figure. You little monks and bald men are not too late to get out now."

After talking, Jiang Dali looked at the Songshan Sect members who were breathing a sigh of relief on the other side, but suddenly smiled grimly.

"But you guys, especially you Fei Bin and Lu Bai, no one can escape today!"

boom!--

Jiang Dali stepped on his foot and rushed out. In an instant, the dragon roared and tiger roared again. Under the iron fist and iron palm, the energy was radiant and there was no enemy that could be combined.

The screams suddenly erupted again.

It quickly faded away.

The Songshan Sect all died and died and were bleeding on the spot, accompanying him on the road of the underworld.

at the same time.

At the foot of Mount Hua, there is a resurrection site of the land temple in a village.

The figures of the famous sword and the king and sword walked out of it. They were both naked, with extremely pale faces, angry and depressed, and regretful.

After they were resurrected, they discovered an extremely terrifying situation.

After this death, not only his martial arts realm fell by 10%.

After working hard and finally practicing more than 2,000 internal energy, it was all gone and was sucked away by the Star-sucking Technique of the Heifeng Village Master. The internal energy level also plummeted and returned directly.

In this way, except for their martial arts realm, their internal energy cultivation has disappeared. Many martial arts moves cannot be used without the cooperation of internal energy. It is simply half of them lost after more than two years of hard work.

The more they thought about it, the more frustrated and angry they became, and they couldn't help but roaring to the sky.

"Ahhhh! The leader of the Black Wind Village! Bastard!"

"Master of Heifeng Village, you'd better be so strong forever, otherwise sooner or later, my famous sword will tear you into pieces!!"

This day.

The bloody battle in Qipanshan and the tragic battle situation have also been posted on the Jianghu Forum at the same time.

Countless players lost their voices after seeing the video of Jiang Dali, the leader of the Black Wind Village, fighting Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Five Mountains, and Fang Yuan, the world's Shaolin monk.

Zuo Lengchan died tragically under the knife, and he scored one sword and had two pieces of the body. All the disciples of Songshan Sect were buried with him.

Fang Yuan was forced to commit suicide and save Shaolin disciples. The tragic and grand battle situation made people shocked and could not be calmed down for a long time.

"When will the revenge be repaid? Please forgive me if you have to."

"The sea is always turbulent, how can one cut off one's grudge?"

The two conversations between Monk Fang Yuan and the Heifeng Village Master were flowing in the hearts of countless people, and I felt that I truly felt the grudge and helplessness in the waves of the world.

Ask the world, where is the world?

The world is in the hearts of the people.

And how can people's hearts settle down?

A heart that cannot be settled will naturally collide with love, hate, and love.

Life is full of three thousand black hairs, and it is placed on the shelf! It stops, and my heart is quiet...

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(I rushed back after drinking and had a good time and added 4,000 words to the next level. Everyone has been waiting for a long time. Let’s take a break and see if they can come back in the evening. If you have monthly votes, you will get on the new leader!)
Chapter completed!