Chapter 1342

"Dong - Dong -"

when foreign enemies invaded, someone suddenly entered the temple. When the monk on duty found that the situation was not good, he rang the temple bell in time.

The bell startled everyone, and hundreds of monks rushed out of the hall to fight with these people in black.

Most of the monks use short sticks, and the people in black use swords. The two forces are entangled.

All the faces of the people in black are very strange, and their origins are unknown.

the masked people are even more mysterious and uncanny.

The blood sword in your hand doesn't need to be scabbard after splitting a sword.

I saw him standing in the air, a pair of rash people's eyes particularly gloomy.

Master wuhui rushed out with people and yelled, "where's the madman who dares to attack in Chiba temple?"

Master wuhui with a short stick, into the crowd.

Master Wuhen also came from the Abbot's room and saw the people in black killing. He put his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"

He didn't take part in the war, but asked the monks to protect the hall.

Chiba temple is an ancient temple with a history of thousands of years. These people must not destroy the historic sites of Chiba temple.

Those people in black are cruel and merciless. Their swords are shining. They kill people when they see them. They don't talk about morality at all.

A group of people in black rushed to the stone chamber where the blood sword was imprisoned. They killed several martial monks in a row.

Master wuhui yelled angrily, "array!"

Dozens of monks formed a large array to deal with the people in black.

Master Wuhen didn't do anything at all. He just took some monks to guard the main hall.

He read scriptures with dozens of disciples.

The fighting outside became more and more fierce, and master Wuhen did not move.

The screams came, and master Wuhen's chanting became louder and louder.

More and more urgent.

Ah!

A man in black was hit by master wuhui's short stick and hit a tree dozens of meters away.

The mask man, standing still in the air, looks awe inspiring, and his blood sword rises,

Zheng -

he holds the sword, and the cold light flashes.

A fierce sword passed through the air.

Brush -

at least two monks fell in a pool of blood.

Once the blood eating sword moves, there will be no one to fight.

The man in black flitted through the air like a big bird.

He kept waving the sword in his hand. From time to time, some monks were injured.

The sword fell down and many parts of the temple were cut off.

For a while, debris flying, dust and smoke everywhere.

Dong -

outside the hall, one of the feet of the huge censer was cut off by the sword.

As the censer tilts down, the ash that has been deposited for many years falls on the ground.

Master wuhui yelled angrily and came with a stick.

The short stick in his hand hit each other with a roar.

The masked man showed no weakness and cut off with a sword.

Click!

The stick in master wuhui's hand was cut off, and master wuhui fell more than ten meters away.

The mask man falls from the void, and the sword is in the sheath.

A pair of eyes full of murderous.

Master Wuhen coughed a few times, bounced up from the ground, rushed to the side of the censer, drank fiercely, lifted the censer and smashed it.

The masked man retreated and slapped his hand on the censer.

Through -

a dull voice came, and a handprint of the mask man appeared on the censer.

The censer slowed down and rushed to the masked man.

The masked man retreated for a while and drew his sword again.

Brush -

the light of the sword swept across the sky and fell on the censer.

The censer made of bronze was cut apart.

The wind scattered the dust.

Master wuhui didn't notice for a moment. The masked man rose in the air and kicked several rings with his feet.

Tongtong -

when his feet fall on master wuhui's chest, master wuhui hums, poof -

blood gushes out of his throat and sprinkles on the night sky.

Plop!

when he sat down on the ground, his face was pale and his blood was surging up.

Poof -

another mouthful of blood came out and dyed the ground red.

A trace of disdain flashed in mianken's eyes. At this time, the man who rushed to the stone room had cut off the iron rope, rushed into the stone room and helped the young man in black out.

At the same time, there are more than a dozen people in black killed in Siguo cliff, and rescued Wukong master.

Whew -

a signal blooms in the sky and the rescue is successful.

The masked man looked coldly at master wuhui and the monks with his sword.

The blood eating sword shakes and sends a signal to those people in black.

Kill!

The men in black were ordered to kill more.Constantly waving a long sword, cut to those monks.

Finally, the strength of the monks could not defeat these powerful organizations of people in black.

Master wuhui has been injured and can't fight any more.

Two disciples backed him back in a hurry.

The man in black came after him.

In the hall, master Wuhen led his disciples to chant sutras all the time.

The sound of murmuring penetrated the whole temple.

However, this Scripture can not stop the killing of the people in black.

"Master abbot, master Abbot!"

"They're coming!"

A group of martial monks rushed over, set up master Wuhen and left.

All the disciples got up one after another and withdrew to the backyard.

The people in black are bloodthirsty and constantly kill those martial monks.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of monks fell under their swords, and the monks retreated all the way to the Sutra Pavilion.

"Amitabha!"

An old voice came from the Sutra Pavilion.

The masked man was stunned, his eyes full of murderous spirit, and grasped the blood eating sword in his hand.

Waving a hand, a man in black approached the Sutra pavilion with a sword and kicked the door of the pavilion.

Peng -

an invisible force bounced back and flew the man in black dozens of meters away.

The man in black who kicked the door hit the wall heavily, poof -

was hurt by the rebound force.

Other people in black were stunned, and the mask man's eyes flashed cold.

Zheng -

draw the sword again.

A cold light with incomparable Lingqi cuts to the wooden door of the Sutra Pavilion.

Peng -

with sawdust flying, a cloud of gray shadow flies out of the Sutra Pavilion and rushes to the masked man at a very fast speed.

The mask man's body swung, and a huge hand suddenly hit him.

It's obviously too late to wave a sword.

Only a roar was heard, and the masked man was beaten out by Sheng Sheng.

The gray shadow was like a shadow. It was incredibly fast.

Pengpeng -

with two palms in a row, the mask man was shot tens of meters away again.

Poof -

a stream of blood fell in the air, and Rao Shi's powerful masked man couldn't stand it. Shengsheng was beaten by the gray shadow and vomited blood.

When his figure fell on the bluestone ground, the blood eating sword in his hand inserted into the ground fiercely, marking a deep trace.

"Amitabha!"

When the gray shadow fell, people could see him clearly.

"Martial uncle!"

Master Wuhen and master wuhui called out together.

The old monk who sweeps the floor raises his eyes to inspect. Seeing so many disciples injured, he can't help but have a slightly angry look.

The masked man covered his chest. With a wave of his sword, the group of people in black immediately gathered to him and quickly withdrew from the Chiba temple.

Master wuhui struggled to pursue him. The old monk who swept the floor called, "Amitabha!"

"Don't chase me! Let them go

"Martial uncle!"

Master wuhui was so unconvinced that he watched them leave and stamped his feet.

These people in black came and went in a hurry, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only dozens of corpses and broken halls in Chiba temple.

At night, there was a smell of blood in the air.