Chapter 214 What is fair and fair

The rain sounds.

Blood mixed with rain, slowly flowing along the stone steps.

There is a dead silence around.

There was only a sound of thunder in the clouds.

Suddenly, the three monks of the characters fell completely.

The broken body of Datu fell to the ground.

The previous scene was deeply imprinted into the minds of everyone.

Magic merit!

Shaolin monk, even practicing the skills of magic education!

At that moment, Du'er had already entered the magic.

"Keke!"

Master Danshan coughed lightly and pulled the people's mind instantly.

"Master!"

The monks of the south Shaolin were furious, and they stared at Lin Mang with both eyes red, and the killing intention was as substantial.

In their opinion, Lin Mang's behavior was just despicable and shameless, which is no different from the demons.

Two five -level masters called out the god of the Yuan Dynasty, and stepped out of the way, killing Lin Mang.

"You are despicable and shameless!"

"Demon outside!"

"Lin Mang, you are a big master!"

The two scolded again and again, and the old face accumulated deep anger.

Lin Mang's blade turned!

"bass!"

The sword gas seems to break the air.

In the rain curtain, a knife was cut, and the knife and shadow bloomed.

"Oh!"

The cold blade swept across a monk's neck, and an anger's head rose up.

Yuanshen's law collapses!

boom!

The rocks on the ground were broken, and the gravel splashed.

The knife shadow is all over the square, and the rainwater pulls out a long silk thread in the air.

As soon as Lin Mang moved, his knife came to another Master Shaolin.

The blade is rapidly enlarged in its eyes.

The sword air torn his Yuanshen method, shattered the light of the sky, and be cut into his body.

The whole person was divided into two instantly, and the broken body fell into a pool of blood.

"Master Lin!"

Xuan Zhen's tone was a little low, the eyes were getting cold, and the voice was so deep: "You are also a big master, but do you do so, wouldn't it make the world laugh."

"This is the dispute between the Buddhist gate and the Tantra Taoism. Do you take the opportunity to take the opportunity? Isn't it damaging the face?"

"Smiling?" Lin Mang smiled scornfully, wiped the blood on the knife, and said faintly: "Who dare!?"

Although the discourse is light, it is full of the meaning of killing.

Despise the domineering of the world!

Lin Mang said coldly: "The king is defeated, and the history has always been written by the winner!"

"Don't kill them, can't you wait for them to kill me?"

"It's a big joke!"

"They shot their officials, this is the crime of rebellion, and the official has its own authority to deal with it!"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Mang accepted the knife like a sheath, and the eyes were like an eagle.

The knife is vertical and horizontal!

A knife is full of rainfall.

"call out!"

At this moment, the ordinary rain seemed to turn into a handle.

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

The moment the rain fell on the south of the south Shaolin monk, he blasted a group of blood mist.

This is exactly a killing.

The ordinary master is not the opponent of the great master, not to mention the monks of these days, the true spirit.

Tantric disciples who are fighting are completely stunned.

At the moment, they were still fighting with them, and in a blink of an eye, their opponents turned into a beach of meat.

Everyone is all right.

Tonight seems particularly cold, cold and heartbroken.

The three tantric masters looked at each other, and they trembled inexplicably.

Everyone snatched the site in the Western Regions, and rarely killed it. The scene in front of them made them realize the first time that the Central Plains.

Maybe ... Yermi died of injustice.

The three looked at Lin Mang's eyes with a fear of fear.

A group of monks behind Xuanzhen suppressed their anger.

"Brother Fang." Xuan Du said unwillingly: "Don't we do nothing?"

What should I let disciple Shaolin look at today?

Could it be that he was slaughtered by him?

"Amitabha!"

Xuan Zhen recited the Buddha name and looked at Lin Mang in the distance, the beads in his hands slowly turned.

"Well!"

A bead was quietly broken.

Xuan Zhen sighed and shook his head: "Xuan Du, instruct the disciples in the temple to recite the Scriptures."

"Brother Fang Fang ..." Xuan Du's face was shocked.

"There are enough people who die today."

Xuan Zhen looked at the distance with a stunned gaze, chanted a Buddha name, whispered: "Everyone, the poor monks are not right."

The three monks of the three -tier characters were desperately defeated the master Dashan.

And Lin Mang was full of energy, and there was a big master on the side.

If Shaolin really wants to leave them, at least the great master who can double the number of times.

If the six major masters, if they finally fight again, Shaolin loss cannot be consumed.

There are Taoist doors in front, tantra and courts, and the court. Once Shaolin is weak, it will inevitably be eaten.

Although the dispute between the Buddha has come to an end, if there is a chance, Daomen will inevitably stay.

This is even more tight.

It is just that the first batch of preachers can have this strength. If the Tantra comes to the Central Plains, the battle with the Buddhist gate will inevitably be unavoidable.

Xuan Du didn't understand Xuanzhen's consideration, but he respected Xuan Zhen's decision.

"laugh!"

Lin Mang made a point at hand, and the horror fingers directly penetrated the last person.

Raider off the blood -stained cloak.

Lin Mang looked at Xuan Zhen, raised his knife, and said calmly: "Who comes?"

The wind is blowing!

The bloody smell of blood floats in the air.
To be continued...