Vol 3 Chapter 2001: No wonder no wonder

Come, a robes, thick eyebrows, eyebrows, and conspicuous bald heads.
Not a small monk Yan Chen, who is it.
I have always heard that the young monk said that he is a master, a very powerful master, the existence of the mid-star of the star, completely into the eyes.
Even his own knife is a bit interesting in his eyes, and he needs to give pointers.
Do not believe, before did not believe.
It was just a scene, but it was a man who was stunned and stunned. Yan Zhe, who had just entered the holy sect, did not catch a knife in his hand.
Although this Yan Zhe, has been repeatedly attacked by himself, suffered a serious injury.
There is also some collapse in the state of mind, but what is better, and it is also a holy deity.
The silver light flickers, just like this, it is split into two halves, there is no life, and the soul disappears.
The three elders of the Mozong, the heads of the three pirate regiments, many scattered, and the chief disciples of the Mozong, were all scared.
There are some people who can’t believe it and see the facts.
Is this still a monk?
The long eyebrows are clear, and the shots are so hot and unrelenting. He has no scruples about the Buddhist commandments. It is said that killing people will kill people, and they will not be afraid of committing a killing.
"Little monk, you are a Buddhist monk, how can you confuse this white madman. He is a big wicked person who breaks into the magic!"
The high elders of the illusion of Yunzong, some shamelessly said, suddenly forget that they are a big devil.
The sneaky refining of the illusion of Yunzong, each of them is devastating and inhuman.
Now it is, righteous words, and in turn pointing to Xiao Chen said that it is a big devil.
I have to say that the strength of the young monk Yan Chen really scared them, and even this kind of rhetoric was used.
Yan Chen is lazy and has a lot of mouth, and the blade is pointing. He said: "I can't control so much. Whoever kills my big brother, I will kill anyone. The knife in my hand, who I am willing to be with, will not be able to take you." Fingers and feet."
After a word, the road to peace talks will be completely blocked.
"Hey, you really want to be alone. Killing all of us can't be done. Yan Zhe is just a big idea. Everyone goes together and kills this vulture."
Despite the power of the small monk, the terrible is scary, but there is too much heavy treasure in Xiao Chen.
Whether it is the fire of the of the gods, or the eight pieces of the gods and treasures, it is worth everyone to fight with the little monk.
Moreover, there are always people who have a lot of advantages.
Yan Chen smiled slightly, smiled like a Buddha, and looked kind and eye-catching, just like a living Buddha reincarnation.
One action, one expression, all have no Buddha's meaning, and the thick Buddha's power is turned into pure silver light, illuminating all directions.
"This light is really special. It is rare to hear that Fowey will emit silver."
Xiao Chen got up and saw this scene, and his heart was secretly surprised. Inheriting from the incomplete memory in the fire of the dragon of the underground dragon city, there seems to be some records about the silver Buddha light, but now is not the time to recall.
Taking advantage of the hard work of the young monk, Xiao Chen sat down on his knees, quickly healed and restored his strength.
Rubbing!
Who knows, he just sat down on his knees and heard a scream. The silver flashes, the Buddha's body on the little monk, the horrible knife, disappears without a trace.
When the next moment appeared, it fell in front of a chief truth-telling disciple.
The chief truth-telling disciple is Long Tingyu of the illusionary Yunzong. Yan Chen is quite similar to his cultivation, and the realm is almost the same.
Face to face, just a trick, Long Tingyu's hands are sneaky, they are directly cut off.
The knife is not limited, the silver knives continue to fall, directly exposing the body of Long Tingyu into a group of blood, no bones.
call out!
Killing one person and falling on the stone pillar, Yan Chen looks at the sacred gods who look wrong. He smiles faintly: "If you want to capture my body shape, it will be difficult for you."
When the voice fell, I saw my arms again, and the people were like a goshawk, and the silver flashed, and instantly passed the sky.
A group of people who walked toward him suddenly threw himself up, his face changed, and he quickly looked in the other direction.
Hey!
Like peekaboo, repeated, silver flashing, many saints can not always surround Yan Chen.
"I'm coming."
Yan Chen laughed aloud and suddenly appeared in front of some of the most exhaustive bloodthirsty disciples in the demon temple. I didn’t want to think about it.
This knife, silver light, the little monk's mouth reveals a strange smile.
The vicissitudes of sorrow and joy, as if living in the world for a hundred years, in general, reading through the life, seeing thousands of prosperous, only lonely.
His knife light became very heavy, like crossing time and space, after thousands of years of washing.
Hey!
The chief truth-telling disciple of the Blood Devils Hall, who ran into his knife, was smashed on the spot and turned into dust.
"Maya broken knife!"
In the eyes of Xiao Chen, the light flashed, and the knife used by the young monk was recognized. It was the Moyer's knife that was forbidden by the Buddhist monks.
It should be a residual gene, just like yourself, only a few of them are cultivated.
But even if the Moye Broken Knife is powerful, it can't be compared with ordinary killings.
The strength of the young monk is also to let Xiao Chen have to admit that this world does exist, and that can show its own strength.
The ordinary warrior can play the combat power of 80% of his own strength, which is a good thing.
If you can play 10%, you can call it a genius. If you can play 12%, you can call it a enchanting.
Like Xiao Chen, the strongest state can play an extraordinary role of fifteen percent. In today's world, there are only a handful of people.
As for the case of a small monk, it can only be found in ancient books.
A warrior in the late stage of the Star Jun can easily cope with the nine sacred sages and kill three people.
There are some, not common sense.
"Good!"
At this time, a cold scream came out, and the little monk flashed next time, actually appearing in front of the strongest old firewood in the Holy Spirit.
Chai Lao did not fear, the skinny palm, gently patted.
Rumble!
Shaking in the sky, the nearby stone pillars trembled, the old guy really didn't know how long it took to live.
The power that is driven by the wave is terrible.
Hey!
The young monk spit out a blood and was directly shaken out. The people saw him so embarrassed for the first time.
"Ha ha ha, the old wood is very powerful, there is old wood, enough to worry!"
Seeing the tyrannical strength of Chai Lao, the other saints, the confidence in time has increased greatly.
"The person who will die, see you can sway a few times this tyrannical strength!"
Yan dust wiped the blood stains at the corners of his mouth, but he did not accept it at all. The silver light flashed and he came again.
Some people were surprised to find that in the face of Yan’s strange body, the idea of ​​besieging him was simply a matter of success.
Can only watch, Yan Feng and Chai Lao.
One stroke is easier than one stroke, and it can be clearly found that Chai Lao is becoming more and more powerless.
The suffocating body is getting heavier and too old.
If it was ten years ago, it might be old, and it would not put Yan Chen in his eyes.
But now, his life is near, so under such a strong fight, every time Chai can feel his poor life.
In the rapid reduction, it is necessary to burn out at any time.
"in the world!"
The vicissitudes of sorrow and sorrow, once again appeared on the face of the little monk Yan Yan, the silver knife light emitted by the knife in the hand, instantly became thick and heavy.
All kinds of human red dust visions are constantly appearing and constantly overlapping.
Each time a layer is overlapped, the image is a silver knife, engraved with an annual ring.
boom!
The old body of Chai Lao, after taking the knife, the life is exhausted and the oil is running out. The body, like the old tree, withered automatically, falling into the abyss like a lead stone.
"I remembered it!"
At this time, a demon elder, his face suddenly changed wildly, his fingers turned to the little monk, and he could not stop shaking.
The eyes were full of fear, and the little monk initially stunned and then became a little confused.
"Bumen silver knife, Skyhawk konjac!"
Rubbing, the voice just fell, it was smashed by Yan Chen's violent savage, hit the spot.
Holding a knife, Yan Chen could not help but repent: "Damn, it's still a step late."
"Come on, go fast, he is a silver knife and a small konjac! The body of a bad luck, holding a Buddha's knives, not being killed or killed, the nemesis of the demon martial arts. Even if you sin, you can become a Buddha!"
After the other saints recognized the origins of the little monk Yan Chen, they no longer entangled and dispersed.
Silver knife little konjac?
Xiao Chen, who is being healed, heard this title and resisted the smile. The corner of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch.
This title, really domineering! It is no wonder that the little monk once said what he called and immediately jumped over.