Puci raised his eyebrows: "It seems that I can't do good anymore? I need to pull it out."

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knife?"

"I rarely draw my sword unless I am forced."

"Hmph. Do you know the consequences of drawing a sword in Tieshan Temple?"

The slender hand grasped the handle of the knife tightly: "You really won't let him go?"

Puci's face was full of disdain: "Don't let me go."

Su Wangting sighed softly and looked at the monks in front of him: "If I hadn't been forced, I wouldn't have drawn my sword in the pure land of Buddhism."

A gust of wind suddenly passed by.

"Kang-dang, bang-dang, bang-dang, bang-dang..."

A dozen severed sticks were scattered on the ground.

All the warrior monks let out a burst of exclamations.

I saw that the long sticks in their hands had all been cut off!!

The monks were all shocked and stepped back one after another.

Pu Ci, who was at the top of the steps, narrowed his eyes and stared at the long knife on Su Wangting's waist.

"Sure enough, your skills are terrifying. Even I didn't see your action of drawing the sword clearly."

Su Wangting looked at Pu Ci coldly: "Let him go."

Pu Ci nodded slightly: "It's not like he was an indiscriminate killer. Otherwise, these disciples would have been killed by your sword. But I still can't let them go!"

After finishing speaking, another gust of wind passed by.

In front of Su Wangting, four monks dressed in black monk robes appeared.

"Yes, the movement is very fast." Su Wangting nodded.

Pu Ci said in a deep voice: "These four people are the fastest people in our Luohan Hall. If the donor still refuses to leave, I will have to order them to use speed to control the speed. If there is any mistake, I hope the donor will not

Strange."

"Oh." Su Wangting took off the long knife from his waist and placed it on the ground.

Pu Ci was stunned when he saw this: "What do you mean by this?"

Su Wangting took a few steps back slowly and said calmly: "If you are really a master, I may not be able to control it properly when you use your hands. It is better not to use a knife. If you accidentally kill a monk, I will not be able to bear it."

Pu Ci snorted coldly and said angrily: "Arrogant! The world's martial arts masters look to Tieshan Temple, and the martial arts of Tieshan Temple looks to Luohan Hall! Although your attack speed is fast, you are not the best in the world! Today, I will let you

You know what it means to be alone!"

At this time, a black-clothed warrior monk took two steps forward, stood up with one hand and performed a Buddhist salute: "Donor, I have offended you."

"call out!"

The monk disappeared from the spot.

Su Wangting nodded slightly: "Yes, his body skills are on par with Ye Guying's!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Wangting turned sideways slightly, and saw the tip of a vajra pestle thrust down from the top of his head against his face!!

The monk landed and stared sideways at Su Wangting.

Su Wangting touched his head: "The Tianling Cap was almost pierced by you."

The monk sneered: "A little, but a lot worse. The donor is indeed not a mortal."

Su Wangting picked up a broken stick and shook it at the monk: "Come again."

"Be careful!"

"call out!"

A black shadow came out, and the monk raised the vajra in his hand and pierced Su Wangting's face!!

But Su Wangting glanced sideways behind him.

Because behind him, there was also a figure holding a vajra to stab him!!

Two people took action at the same time?

No!

Only that monk!!

One of these two flanking figures must be a phantom!

This person's physical skills are even better than Ye Guying!

Before and after the body, one is real and the other is virtual.

Which one is true?

Front or back!?

But the broken stick in Su Wangting's hand was thrust towards the empty head.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound above the head.

The two figures in front and behind him disappeared.

They are all shadows!!

But the main body is repeating its old tricks, trying to attack Su Wangting's Tianling Cap from above again!

At this time, Su Wangting was seen holding a broken stick with one hand, and the head of the stick was pressing against the motionless monk, who was still thrusting downward.

"Concession."

Su Wangting put down the broken stick, and the monk fell to the ground, clutching his abdomen and vomiting.

"If I had used a knife, I would have already started killing in your temple." Su Wangting looked coldly at the monk on the ground.

The monk clenched his teeth and raised his head and said, "Thank you so much for your mercy, poor monk. I am convinced that I have lost."

Su Wangting looked at Pu Ci and repeated: "Let him go."

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