The world will be the main rudder, in the hall.
"What are you talking about? There are more than 1000 monks in Shaolin Temple who will kill the world. Moreover, there are a large number of innate realm masters and many master realm masters?"
Listening to bu Jingyun and Nie Feng''s answer, the bully''s eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his face became gloomy.
The strength of Shaolin Temple exceeded his expectations.
"You go down first and arrange someone to meet the Shaolin monks."
The bully waved his hand and gave in. Jing Yun and Nie Feng left without panic.
"Guild leader, the more than 1000 monks killed many sects with masters in the master''s realm all the way. Their strength is unfathomable and they have to defend
After Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng left, a figure in black told him again.
With his arrogant character, it is naturally impossible to only listen to bu Jingyun and Nie Feng. He also has his own intelligence channels.
"I''m also very interested in Shaolin temple now."
The corner of the bully''s mouth outlines a cold arc.
In the past, he didn''t pay attention to Shaolin Temple because it was insignificant and its prestige in the Jianghu was not as good as a second-class sect. Now Shaolin Temple has become a big obstacle to his unification of the Jianghu and Wulin.
He must get rid of it.
"Inform the twelve evil spirits of Tianchi and ask them to prepare and transfer ten thousand disciples of the world meeting."
The bully sneered.
In those days, the sword saint and the first killer in the Wulin organized a Tianchi war for seven days and seven nights, killing 108 killers, leaving only the Tianchi twelve evil spirits with the highest martial arts to escape, and he has secretly accepted the Tianchi twelve evil spirits.
If the Shaolin Temple has been hidden in the dark, he may be afraid. Now that the Shaolin Temple is back in the Jianghu, he has many ways to deal with the Shaolin Temple.
"The sect leader is bad. The monks of Shaolin Temple rush directly into the mountain."
Just then, a figure with a hat on top, a fan with a feather in his hand, a blush in his voice, and some sharp figures in his voice came running in some panic.
This man is really the right and left hand of a tyrant. Wen Chou is the big housekeeper of the world.
"It seems that they are not good!"
The bully looked angry and said gloomily.
In the past, the world would attack other sects, but now some sects openly attack their World Association.
"Let me see."
After the bully finished, he walked out in a tiger''s stride.
He is very confident in his strength. If the former Wulin myth is unknown, or the former swordsman comes here, he will be afraid of being a bully.
The strength of Shaolin Temple is indeed beyond his desire, but it is not beyond his control.
Are there many more than 1000 monks?
They have more than ten thousand disciples in the world club for a long time, and now there are hundreds of thousands of disciples. Tens of thousands of disciples are stationed at the world club headquarters alone.
There is only one factor that can really determine the victory or defeat of the World Association and Shaolin Temple. Is it his stronger hegemony or the expert of Shaolin Temple.
"Tyrant, over the past few decades, your world will frantically expand its forces, invade everywhere and destroy countless families. Originally, we should eradicate you, but my Buddha is merciful. Today, in front of all the heroes, our Shaolin Temple accuses you of a hundred sticks. I hope you can take a warning, put down the butcher''s knife, manage the world society and benefit all the people in the world."
Kucheng Abbot did not give xiongba the opportunity to speak, and directly announced the judgment of Shaolin Temple on xiongba.
Although they have the confidence to kill tyrants, it is easier to keep a living tyrant to establish the dignity of their Shaolin Temple.
If xiongba dies, many people must slander xiongba. All the achievements of xiongba are attributed to luck. Their Shaolin Temple can only get the reputation of killing a Wulin ambitious generation.
If the bully doesn''t die, after the attack of Shaolin Temple, the bully''s prestige in the Jianghu will drop sharply. In the past, he was afraid of the bully, but those who were hindered by the bully''s prestige will surely take revenge on the bully.
When these people are defeated one by one by the tyrants, the prestige of the tyrants will be improved again, and the prestige of their Shaolin Temple will be further improved.
"Are you the abbot of Shaolin Temple?"
The bully stood with his hands down. A pair of tiger eyes looked coldly at the abbot kucheng, and the tone was filled with a faint sense of killing.
What is Shaolin temple when he dominates?
He said he would punish him and wanted to beat him with a hundred sticks. Do you really think they are invincible in Shaolin Temple?
"Let me try your power. Do you have such a big voice?"
The bully said as he carried his hands behind him with a transparent energy body.
Three points belong to vitality!
The unique skill of the overlord, the three unique skills of Tianshuang fist, Fengshen leg and paiyun palm, are closely combined. Under the combination of the three unique skills, they attack fiercely from different directions. At the same time, they complement each other inside and outside and circulate in three ways, so as to achieve the natural maximization and endless growth.
Xiongba passed three points to his three disciples separately, which made Qin Shuang, bu Jingyun and Nie Feng famous in the Jianghu. We can imagine what a profound martial art it is.
"Boom ~"
Ten thousand disciples of the World Association rushed in like a torrent and surrounded more than a thousand monks.
"I''ll give you a fair chance to fight."
The bully looks confident and domineering.
"Eighteen bronze men array!"
Unfortunately, abbot kucheng and others were more decisive than the tyrant wanted. There was no nonsense at all. Eighteen people flew out of the team of Shaolin Temple and turned into eighteen golden little giants to surround the tyrant.
Eighteen gold flashes, emitting a terrible smell, forming a terrible vigorous force to seal the tyrant in all directions. The breeze blows, and the eighteen linen underpants sway gently.
"It''s great that it didn''t explode!"
Abbot kucheng and others breathed a sigh of relief. Then they focused on the tyrant in the array.
"Eighteen great masters?"
External skill masters are different from internal skill masters. External skill masters don''t explode. Even the strong in the same realm can''t feel the strength of each other. The sudden explosion of kucheng abbot and others makes the bully''s face green.
He is just a great master.
Now he is directly surrounded by 18 great masters. What''s more hateful is that these 18 people still use arrays to deal with him!
"All great masters?"
The forces of various sects who came to watch also looked shocked and shocked.
In today''s Jianghu, the most powerful person is the master at the level of great master. The reason why the world will expand so recklessly is that no one is his opponent because of the powerful strength of the hegemon, and there is no way to stop the pace of the expansion of the world.
The ten thousand disciples of the world meeting looked frightened and didn''t dare to fight.
"Masters, wait a minute..."
Xiongba quickly put away three points and returned to his vitality. He originally thought that there would be at most one or two great masters in Shaolin Temple. He still had no problem with several ordinary great masters in his later state of great masters.
However, he didn''t expect that there were 18 external skill masters, and they also trained into the 18 bronze man array. How did he fight?
"Three points belong to vitality!"
The bully roared and a transparent energy mask covered him.
"Master, calm down..."
Xiongba anxious road.
"Click ~"
The only response to him was the shadow of the stick in the sky and the sound of glass breaking.
"Boom!" "boom!" "boom!" "boom!"·······
No one responded to the bully at all. The golden stick condensed by the vigorous force all over the sky was like a galloping rainstorm and fell on the bully. The bully didn''t even hold on for ten breaths, so he was covered by the shadow of the stick all over the sky and had no power to fight back.
"Start the war!"
About a quarter of an hour later, after the abbot kucheng and others determined that the tyrant had no resistance, one of the two bronze men dragged the tyrant''s leg towards the center of the square. There was blood spreading along the way, leaving long blood traces, which looked very terrible.
"Hiss ~"
All the onlookers in Wulin took a breath of air-conditioning, and some looked at everything in front of them in horror.
Shaolin Temple is so terrible!