After ten years of cold window, you told me it was Zongwu?

The rest of the monk's breath was connected with it, and his face was not so good-looking, his face turned pale, and he spit blood wildly.

"Impossible!" The head monk was full of disbelief, "With the 12 of us joining forces, even the Great Grand Master has to stay away. Why can't we beat you!"

They had already imagined Su Han's strength as much as possible.

Unexpectedly, in the actual fight, the opponent is stronger than they imagined, and not only stronger than 01:30.

This is overwhelming strength.

Even in the face of twelve grandmasters, the other party seemed to be strolling in the garden, without any serious appearance.

"Twelve grandmasters who have been piled up by time, what gave you the illusion that you are equal to me?" Su Han laughed, broke into the formation of the crowd, and punched several times in a row. Fly out.

"Evil Monarch, I, Shaolin, are incompatible with you!"

"That's just right." Su Han said with a smile, "I'll kill you today and see how you can stand against me."

While speaking, there were several punches, and the sound of clicking was continuous.

When he withdrew his punches, no one could stand on the scene, all the twelve masters were beaten to pieces, and fell to the ground without any life left.

"Amitabha, the donor is so cruel."

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded.

Su Han turned around and looked more than ten meters away. There was a gray-clothed monk sweeping the floor. He sneered and said, "The master is indifferent to the death of the monks in Shaolin. Isn't he more ruthless than me? Burning incense and worshiping Buddha, there really are not many good people."

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, human reincarnation, why should you take it so seriously." The sweeping monk looked indifferent, "Their souls return to the bliss of the western heaven, and I should be happy for them."

"The monk has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth." Su Han sighed, "With such a heart, even the Four Great Evils can't compare to you."

Sweeping Monk: "The almsgiver has a vision. All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles. Anything that has a vision must be false833. To practice Buddhism, you should give up your fame, fortune, and skin, and regard life and death as nothing."

"Really?" Su Han didn't believe it, "I have killed all the direct lineage of the Murong family, I wonder if the master can talk to me about Buddhism calmly after hearing this news?"

The sweeping monk paused with the broom in his hand, then suddenly raised his head, his plain eyes sharpening.

"Murong Dragon City?" Su Han looked at the sweeping monk's expression, "I guessed correctly."

Among the dragons, the floor-sweeping monk appeared very dusty, as if he was really a divine monk.

But Su Han felt that the appearance of this one was just to cleanse Murong Bo.

Now that he cheated, the sweeping monk really showed his flaws.

"Your Excellency, people are too smart to live long." The sweeping monk said with emotion, "That's right, the poor monk is Murong Longcheng. Please stay in Shaolin today, the evil king. Since the plans of the Murong family have been disrupted, then by The evil king will make up for it."

After the words fell, the Buddha's light burst out behind him, and a phantom of a Buddha emerged.

"Tathagata palm?" Su Han lost his voice.

Unexpectedly, this unique school that was passed down in Zhongzhou appeared in Shaolin in the Northern Song Dynasty.

This is the famous martial arts of Huoyun evil god, why did it fall into the hands of Shaolin.

The sweeping monk proudly said, "That's right, it's the palm of the Tathagata! I sneaked into Shaolin just for this magical skill."

"Buddha's light is emerging!"

The next moment, a powerful palm attack came over. Wherever it passed, the ground and walls were turned into flying ash, giving people an unstoppable feeling.

"Pure Yang Supreme!"

Su Han's expression didn't change, "Mr. Murong should also try this move from me."

A red light appeared behind him, like a red sun rising into the sky, the temperature rose sharply, and even the air was distorted.

In an instant, the red light behind him turned into a fish, churning endlessly.

At the same time, Su Han raised his palm, and a red palm flew out.

Where the palm passed, the ground was scorched black, and some dead leaves were even directly ignited.

Boom!

The palms of the Buddha and the palms of fire collided in the air, and a strong light burst out, like a nuclear bomb exploding, and a huge mushroom cloud rose, directly turning hundreds of meters around into a forbidden area.

"Come again!"

Su Han's eyes froze, he waved his palm again, and streaks of red palm force flew out.

The sweeping monk was not to be outdone, and a Buddha's palm flew out, smashing the world apart.

The two clashed, and soon they fought from inside the Shaolin Temple to outside the temple, and then to other mountain peaks.

Wherever it passed, the monks who were not dead were torn into pieces one by one by Zhang Jin, and scattered all over the ground.

Even the mountain peaks broke under the confrontation between the two, and the hundreds of meters of peaks fell from the top of the mountain like a landslide, making a sound like thunder.

At the foot of the mountain, the tenants have long been stunned.

The huge mountain peak that was rolling in was simply a natural disaster.

"Run!"

"The Buddha has sinned!"

"This is a fight between gods."

The two fought nearly a hundred moves in a row, and each landed on a mountain peak.

The sweeping monk's robes fluttered, his eyes were sharp, and he looked at the young man opposite him for the first time.

"Good!" The sweeping monk praised, "You are the most amazing warrior I have seen in a hundred years, even Xiaoyaozi is much inferior to you."

"Really?" Su Han was unmoved, "Has Mr. Murong tried his best?".

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The next moment, a large pure gold cauldron appeared above Su Han's head, hovering endlessly.

"Now it's my turn!"

One step away is a distance of [-] meters.

As soon as he punched out, the great power of heaven and earth within a radius of several thousand meters was attached to the fist.

This punch is more powerful than before.

You know, created by the Self-Cheng Jiuding Body Training Method, his strongest aspect is his physical body.

At this moment, he truly revealed his strongest side.

boom!

The sweeping monk had been waiting attentively for a long time, and when he saw Su Han calling, he could only raise his palms to greet him.

Barely withstood a blow, the sweeping monk retreated violently again, his face changed drastically: "Impossible, how can you control so much power of heaven and earth."

You know, he has cultivated to the level of a great master, and the power of the heaven and earth he controls is comparable to Su Han.

This is outrageous!

"Nothing is impossible, it's just that you are too ignorant." Su Han said sarcasm, and the movement of his hands was not slow, and he attacked again.

boom!

"puff!"

The sweeping monk spurted blood.

boom!

"Crack!"

The sweeping monk only felt severe pain in the bones of his hands, and his palms were distorted and deformed.

"stop!"

Seeing Su Han calling again, a trace of fear flashed in the depths of the sweeping monk's pupils.

He was really scared.

He was over a hundred years old, and he didn't have many years to live.

The older one gets, the more one fears death.

Even though he studied Buddhist scriptures in Shaolin for many years, he did not see through life and death.

It was so easy as I said before, just because the people who died were insignificant people, and he didn't want to work hard for them.

It's just that how could Su Han listen to him, and he punched unstoppably, smashing the palm of the sweeping monk in front of him to pieces.

"No!"

When the fist landed on his body, he felt as if he had been smashed by a mountain, his whole body was in pain, his joints were cracking, and in a blink of an eye, every bone in his body was broken.

"what……"

This kind of injury is definitely not something humans can bear.

What's more, he is a great master, unable to fall into a coma, the pain is more severe, and the pain is clearer, it is simply a kind of torture.

"Tell me where the palm of the Tathagata is, and I will give you a pleasure."

"It's a good idea!" The sweeping monk sneered, and the next moment, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and he didn't make a sound.

Su Han stepped forward, made a sword strike, and confirmed that the sweeping monk was really dead.

"It's a pity that the shot was too heavy, otherwise I could use the Soul Locking Curse to force me to ask about martial arts."

It's just that the sweeping monk had already been punched to the point of death by him, so he could only bear the soul-locking curse, so he had no choice but to give up.

Asking casually, the other party was extremely stubborn, and he had no choice but to break his heart.

Grandmaster wants to commit suicide, that's really hard to guard against.

The body was searched, but nothing was found.

Su Han kicked him down the cliff, turned around and returned to Shaolin.

At this time, there were not many living people in Shaolin. The previous battle was too brutal, and most of the monks turned into cannon fodder for the confrontation between the two.

Even if there are some lucky ones who escaped the confrontation between the two, they were actually injured by Su Han's sound wave long ago, and they persisted for a while, and now they are dying.

"Do you know where Xu Zhu is?"