Chapter 965

The fighting broke out suddenly.

Gunfire, roar, roar, scream, scream, wail, chaos.

Bullets flying, penetrating the body, blood spilling, hit the buildings on the ground, the millennium old temple is being destroyed.

More than one hundred monks attacked the people who robbed the ancient clock. As soon as the battle started, the monks were killed and nearly half injured. The remaining people were fearless of death, ignoring life and death, and using their lives to protect the ancient clock from being taken away.

There are swift and violent monks who rush into the enemy group and engage in a frontal battle. The fierce side is displayed. One punch, one click breaks the enemy's neck and one knee. The lower body of the enemy is broken in the sound of clattering, and the fingers are inserted into the enemy's heart like a knife!

It is the bloodiest to fight in front of each other. A group of monks move to kill the enemy and greet them in vulnerable places. The main purpose of all is to kill the enemy.

Perhaps the vigor nourishes the earth, these monks' physique has been improved, their combat effectiveness is fierce, but they are always defeated by the power of guns. After killing more than ten enemies, most of our own casualties!

"Now that we've started, we'll kill all of them. We'll inform the logistics and drag the Chinese army and police to cover our evacuation!"

The man with a duck cap roared in a ferocious voice, shook his hands and slapped his hands. Each shot took away the life of a monk. The pistol seemed to have life in his hand. It was no more than empty hair.

Bang Bang Bang

Under the command, the gunfire was loud and more intensive. In less than a minute, less than 10 of the more than 100 monks could stand.

From the beginning of the battle to now, less than two minutes later, the foreign elements defeated the monk by overwhelming advantage.

They have guns, and the difference in their physical fitness is not too great. No matter how high their martial arts are, they are afraid of bullets. The enemy will not give too many opportunities for close combat.

"You Buddha won't forgive you. Kill

The burly monk, whose face was twisted and his eyes were full of pain, and his elder martial brother, who had been smiling and smiling not long ago, is now separated from heaven and man forever. He is so angry that he rushes to the cap at all costs.

He saw that the other party was the leader. Even if the situation was over, he would kill the other party!

"He's mine. Let me experience the so-called 72 unique skills. I don't know how many skills you've practiced!"

The cap put the pistol back into his waist and waved to stop his men from shooting.

He clenched his fist, and his body fell slightly. He rushed out like a cheetah. However, only one of them met, and the man with a cap on his knee banged on the chest of the burly monk.

Click, puff!

The monk's chest and abdomen collapsed, and he didn't know how much of his sternum was broken. He spat blood and fell to the ground, staring at him with an unwilling and frightened face.

The cap man stood up, patted his trousers and said, "is this the so-called monk? It seems that you have been peaceful for a long time. The so-called martial arts have been reduced to a way for people to enjoy themselves. It's disappointing! "

"You The burly monk was frightened and angry in classical Chinese. He pointed at what the other side wanted to say, but he couldn't lift it and fell to the ground and died.

To be fair to all, the monks were powerless. They beat 20 ordinary people like playing with each other, but they met more fierce outsiders.

The white poplar sighed in his heart that Huaxia had been calm for too long. Although the monks' military force was worth a lot, they were less murderous, less indomitable and less willing to die. When they were faced with a group of outsiders who were stained with blood, they behaved so badly.

In fact, there is no way to do it. When Chinese people practice martial arts, they seldom have the chance to fight for real life. How can they exert their own force to the greatest extent without experiencing a life and death battle?

"If that monk is not shocked by the killing intention of the other party, if he is more decisive, he can at least make the other party hurt. It's a pity," sighed Qinghe. Standing at her height, of course, you can see the difference between the two sides.

"It's only temporary. The people in this land have been peaceful for too long. They have been killed by singing and dancing. Qinghe. When the people on this land experience the blood fire, you can't imagine how powerful their fighting power will be. It just takes a little time, and you will know later," said Bai Yang calmly.

He did not rescue those monks, not because he was cold and heartless, but because people in this land need something to wake up their bloodiness. Without experiencing despair, people in this land can always find excuses for their weakness and retreat.

Once not twice, one day the people on this land will break out to shock the whole world!

The world is changing, everything depends on ourselves. Don't always think about world peace. Life danger will break out at any time in the future!

"What about those people?"

On the other side, some of the outsiders came to the duck cap man and pointed to a group of fake monks in the Buddhist temple.

"It was supposed to be a very simple task, but more than 20 brothers died. Since they have already started, they don't mind killing more," said the man with a duck cap, looking at the fake monk in the Buddhist temple.

Some of his men hesitated and said, "but they are all civilians.""You've killed fewer civilians in Africa?" The cap asked.

"I see..."

Now that things have happened, I don't mind getting bigger. If you kill one official, Huaxia will not let them go. What's the difference between killing 100?

Next, a group of fake monks in the Buddhist temple were horrified to find that the outsiders actually aimed their guns at them.

"Don't blame us for being cruel and cruel. If you want to blame the dead monks outside, they all said that they didn't want to kill, but they didn't listen. They killed our brothers, and they didn't have time to go to their families for revenge, so they could only find some interest on you!"

Someone with a gun said coldly.

Words fell, guns rang, and someone fell in a pool of blood.

One by one, one by one.

Screams, desperate prayers interweave, here is like hell, Buddhist Pure Land, but become a slaughterhouse!

In the corner of the Buddhist temple, an old monk shivered in his arms, and a four or five-year-old young monk saw the bloody side in front of him. He had nothing to do but despair.

"Master, why do they kill people?" The little monk is ignorant and ignorant. Facing the bloody picture in front of him, he doesn't know what is fear.

"Because they are demons, animals in human skin," the old monk shivered.

"But they are clearly human beings"

"no, they are no longer human beings. Maybe they were, but after they kill people at will, they can't be regarded as human beings"

"isn't Buddha saying that people's hearts are kind?"

"Buddha is kind, because Buddha has the means to subdue demons. If Buddha wants to be kind, he must be kind-hearted. Those who are not good will be killed by Buddha"

" The little monk doesn't understand.

The old monk said, "Yiming, you remember, if you can live on and have strong power in the future, you can let whoever you want to be kind will be good..."

Words have not finished, the sound of gunfire, old and Shangmei heart play with unwilling to fall.

"Master, master, I think everyone is kind, but you haven't told me how to have the power to make people kind." the little monk asked the fallen old monk in fear.

But the old monk could not answer him.

With tears in his eyes, the little monk cried: "master, how strong is the power to make everyone kind?"

The young monk was ignorant and ignorant, and his pure heart was revealed.

His simple idea seems to have been responded to. The ancient clock, which was originally loaded by outsiders, no longer rings at a uniform frequency. It vibrates gently, and its hum rings through the mountains for tens of miles.

Then, there was a faint bronze light shining on the ancient clock, which immediately flew horizontally and got out of gravity to float on the top of the little monk's head.

This situation immediately stunned a group of foreigners who were killing people and turned their eyes to this side.

The little monk looked at the ancient clock on his head and the body of his master. Finally, he looked at the people around him and cried, "you are all bad people. You are not good. The Buddha should kill you!"

When!

When the young monk finished his words, the old bell on his head roared and sounded. The bronze light of the bell body flashed, and a sound wave swept out.

The invisible sound wave was so magical that a group of fake monks were swept to the bottom of the matter, but after the outsiders were swept by the bell body, they seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer and fell to the ground and died!

"Is this a treasure? It's all said in the novel, but why isn't that person me? Little monk Yiming? How could he... "

In the crowd, a young fake monk witnessed everything and murmured to himself.

In the dark, Qinghe looks at the poplar and is puzzled. Is he really recognizing the Lord? What is the main idea? I'm kidding.

"I made it," said Bai Yang.

Of course, Yipin has not recognized the master's high-level function. Baiyang just thinks that the little monk named Yiming is pleasing to the eye, and then he forcibly marks Yiming on the ancient clock, which can be regarded as recognition of the master. The magic weapon exerts its power with the master's mentality. Xiaoyiming thinks that those people should be damned, and the ancient clock shows its terrible power!

It needs the power of the spirit to activate the magic weapon. The spirit of Yiming is fragile. The ancient clock exerts its power once. His whole face is pale, as if he is seriously ill and will fall at any time.

Fortunately, this is just a magic weapon for the first time. If you are a little more advanced, you can use your strength this time. I think the monk has already hung up.

"This..."

The outsiders should have all died under the bell, but at this time, a man stood up unsteadily and looked at the ancient clock with a frightened face and fiery eyes.

Standing up was the leader of the outsider, the duck cap man.

Seeing Yiming and the ancient bell, he seems to understand something, with fiery eyes step by step to the tottering little monk Yiming.

The ancient monk can take away the bell and show his strength!

Bang!

At this time, a man appeared on the wall of the temple, looking at the picture in front of him, his eyes were furious.The cap man turned around and saw the man's face change on the wall. He quickly took out a small injection from his arms and pricked it on his body.

"Are those people at the foot of the mountain with you? Now all of them are dead. Next is you. You shouldn't come to China to rob the treasures The people on the fence said indifferently.

In the dark, Baiyang looks at the people on the wall and raises their eyebrows. They are actually successful

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