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"Boom-thump-"

Foreign enemies invaded, and someone suddenly entered the temple. The monk on duty realized that the situation was not good, so he rang the big bell of the temple in time.

The sound of the bell alarmed everyone, and hundreds of monks flocked to the outside of the hall, fighting to the death with these men in black.

Most of the monks used short sticks, and the men in black used swords, and the two forces were entangled.

The faces of all the men in black are extremely strange, with unknown origins,
The masked man is even more mysterious and weird.

The blood sword in his hand basically didn't need to be unsheathed after he slashed out.

I saw him standing in the air, his red eyes were particularly gloomy.

Master Wuhui rushed out with his people, and shouted, "Where did the madman come from, dare to commit murder in Qianye Temple?"

Master Wuhui charged into the crowd with a short stick.

Master Wu'an also rushed over from the abbot's room. Seeing these men in black killing wantonly, he put his hands together and shouted, "Amitabha!"

He didn't join the battle, but asked the monks to protect the hall.

Qianye Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, and these people must not be allowed to destroy the historical sites of Qianye Temple.

Those men in black are cruel and heartless, their swords are shining, they kill anyone they see, they are not moral at all.

A group of men in black rushed to the stone room where Xue Jian was imprisoned, and they killed several monks in a row.

Master Wuhui shouted angrily, "Set up the formation!"

Dozens of monks formed a large formation to deal with the man in black.

Master Wu'an didn't take action at all, but just took some monks to guard the Daxiong Hall.

He and dozens of disciples recited scriptures.

The fighting outside became more and more fierce, but Master Wu'an remained motionless.

There were bursts of screams, and Master Wu'an's chanting became louder and louder.

More and more anxious.

Ah!
A man in black was sent flying by Master Wuhui's short stick, and crashed into a tree tens of meters away.

The masked man who stood frozen in the air had a serious look on his face, and the blood sword in his hand rose,
Zheng——

I saw him holding the sword, and a cold light flashed.

An incomparably fierce sword energy swept across the sky.

brush--

At least two monks lay in pools of blood.

Once the Blood-devouring Sword makes a move, it will never be invincible.

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

Constantly swinging the sword in his hand, monks were injured from time to time.

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

All of a sudden, debris flew and dust and smoke rose everywhere.

thump—

Outside the main hall, one of the legs of the huge incense burner was cut off by the sword energy.

The incense burner tilted down, and the incense ash that had been deposited for many years was scattered all over the ground.

Master Wuhui yelled angrily, and rushed over with a stick.

Pointing at the short stick in his hand, it hit the opponent with a bang.

The masked man showed no sign of weakness, and slashed with his sword.

Click!

The short stick in Master Wuhui's hand was cut off, and Master Wuhui fell more than ten meters away.

The masked man floated down from the void, and the sword was sheathed.

A pair of eyes full of murderous intent.

Master Wu'an coughed a few times, bounced off the ground, rushed to the edge of the censer, shouted loudly, lifted the censer and smashed it.

The masked man retreated again and again, Peng——

A palm hit on the incense burner.

Pass--

A dull voice came, and a palm print of the masked man appeared on the incense burner.

The incense burner slowed down, and rushed towards the masked man again.

The masked man stepped back again and again, and——

Draw the sword again.

brush--

The sword light swept across the sky and landed on the incense burner.

The censer made of bronze was cut to pieces.

The incense ash in the noodles drifted away and was blown around by the mountain wind.

Master Wuhui didn't notice for a while, the masked man jumped up into the air and kicked several times with both feet.

All-all--

Feet landed on Master Wuhui's chest, Master Wuhui let out a muffled groan, poof——

Blood gushed from his throat and sprinkled in the night sky.

thump!
When he fell to the ground, his face was already pale, and blood kept gushing up.

puff--

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the ground red.

A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the face-to-face man. At this time, the person rushing to the stone room had already cut the iron chain, rushed into the stone room, and helped the young man in black out.

At the same time, more than a dozen men in black rushed into Siguo Cliff and rescued Master Wukong.

call out--

A signal bloomed in the sky, and the rescue was successful.

The masked man looked at Master Wuhui and the monks coldly with his sword in hand.

With a flick of the Blood-devouring Sword, it sent a signal to the men in black under him.

kill!

The men in black became more murderous when they received the order.

He kept waving his long sword and slashed at those monks.

The strength of the monks was finally no match for these powerful men in black organizations.

Master Wuhui has been injured and is completely unable to fight anymore.

The two disciples supported him and hurriedly retreated.

The man in black came after him.

In the main hall, Master Wu'an led all his disciples to recite sutras.

The murmur echoed throughout the temple.

However, this scripture can't stop the men in black from killing them.

"Master Abbot, Master Abbot!"

"They're coming!"

A group of monks rushed over, set up Master Wu'an and left.

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

The men in black were bloodthirsty and kept beheading those monks.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of monks fell under their swords. The monks retreated all the way, and finally retreated to the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

"Amitabha!"

An old voice came from the scripture storage pavilion.

The masked man froze for a moment, his eyes full of murderous aura, and he tightly held the blood-devouring sword in his hand.

After waving his hand and making a gesture, a man in black approached the Sutra Pavilion with a sword and kicked towards the door of the Sutra Pavilion.

Peng——

An invisible force bounced back, directly sending the man in black flying dozens of meters away.

The man in black who kicked the door slammed into the wall, poof——

He was actually wounded by this rebounding force.

The other black men were stunned, and a touch of coldness flashed in the eyes of the mask.

Zheng——

Draw the sword again.

An incomparably domineering cold light cut towards the wooden door of the scripture storage pavilion.

Peng——

Sawdust flew, and a group of gray shadows flew out of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, rushing towards the masked man at an extremely fast speed.

The masked man swayed, and a huge hand shadow quickly hit him.

It was obviously too late to swing the sword again.

There was only a bang, and the masked man was sent flying.

The gray shadow followed like a shadow, incredibly fast.

Puffy——

With two palms in a row, the masked man was thrown tens of meters away again.

puff--

A gust of blood spilled into the air, even the mighty masked man couldn't stand it anymore, he was beaten so badly by the gray shadow that he vomited blood.

When his figure slid down on the bluestone ground, the blood-devouring sword in his hand ruthlessly plunged into the ground, drawing a deep mark.

"Amitabha!"

When the gray shadow fell, everyone could see his appearance clearly.

"Uncle Master!"

Master Wu'an and Master Wuhui shouted together.

The old floor sweeping monk raised his eyes and looked around. Seeing so many disciples injured, he couldn't help showing a slightly angry expression.

The masked man clutched his chest, and with a wave of the sword in his hand, the group of men in black immediately gathered towards him and quickly withdrew from Qianye Temple.

Master Wuhui struggled and was about to chase after him, but the floor sweeping old monk shouted, "Amitabha!"

"Don't chase the poor! Let them go!"

"Uncle Master!"

Master Wuhui was very unconvinced, watched them leave, and stomped his feet angrily.

These men in black came and went in a hurry, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only dozens of corpses and the dilapidated main hall of Qianye Temple.

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