The killer came suddenly and died quickly. From the time he attacked Yang Xingzhou to the time he spit out blood and died, it took only a blink of an eye. But in this blink of an eye, the window lattice was smashed by this person, and his long

The sword was also shattered by Yang Xingzhou, and all the bones in his body were shattered. He wanted to kill Yang Xingzhou, but he died neatly in Yang Xingzhou's hands.

This man made such a big fuss as soon as he arrived. There was no way he could stay in this inn. Yang Xingzhou sighed and rode away overnight. He had originally planned to go to Jinan to find the Cinnabar Gang to inquire about the matter. He looked at the assassin

Did they find it? But then I thought about it, there was no point in looking for them. It was more important to do business. The Cinnabar Gang was there and they couldn't escape for a while.

So he rode forward and headed straight for Mount Song.

In the small world, the place he went to most was the Shaolin Temple. He was familiar with the roads. Although the city in the world of ancient books was different from the city in the world of golden books, the iconic things would not change much. Shaolin Temple was still there.

On Songshan Mountain, the Wudang Sect is also on Wudang Mountain, so the overall framework will not change.

The entire Central Plains region is like a stage. The stories in golden books and ancient books are all performed on the stage, and other people's stories also happen on this stage. However, the stage itself will not change. The stage is still the same stage.

Yang Xingzhou looked up at the foot of Mount Song, feeling very sad. Not long ago, in the Swordsman world, he killed many masters of the Songshan sect at the foot of Mount Song. After that, he even broke into Shaolin and forced the Yi Jin Jing. Past events

It is still vivid in my mind, but the world has changed. This is the real change of things and people.

The red flame dragon horse climbed the mountain and crossed the river as if it were on flat ground. After arriving at the foot of Songshan Mountain, it crawled happily up the stone steps without stopping. People who went up the mountain along the way were all shocked when they saw it.

When he arrived in front of the Shaolin Temple, Yang Xingzhou jumped off his horse, asked the fire horse to step aside, and walked towards the door.

The two monks on both sides of the gate had long seen Yang Xingzhou coming on horseback, and they were both surprised. They had never seen a horse that could carry people up the stone steps, especially since this horse was so handsome.

It is an ordinary person. And the person who rides such a handsome mount is naturally not an ordinary person.

Seeing Yang Xingzhou coming, the two of them did not dare to neglect. A monk put his hands together and saluted and said, "May I ask what important matters the donor has come to Shaolin?"

Yang Xingzhou said: "I have something to see Abbot Tianhu. It is related to the safety of the martial arts world. It is really a serious matter. Please inform me."

The two monks looked at each other and one of them asked: "May I ask the donor's name? I can report it to the abbot."

Yang Xingzhou put his hands behind his hands and turned to look outside the mountain and said, "I am Yang Xingzhou."

The expressions of the two monks suddenly changed. The monk who had just asked the question shouted sharply: "Yang Xingzhou? But Yang Xingzhou, the demon who killed countless disciples of the Beggar Gang in Jinan City?"

Yang Xingzhou was stunned: "Devil? When did I become a demon?"

A monk turned around and ran towards the temple, shouting as he ran: "The devil Yang Xingzhou is coming to our Shaolin, hurry up and meet the enemy!"

Another monk stood in front of the gate, pointed his finger at Yang Xingzhou and cursed: "You killed many disciples of the Beggar Clan, and also injured our junior brother Wuhua, so that now junior brother Wuhua is still bedridden in the temple, you devil

How brave you are to dare to come to Shaolin and act wild now!"

Yang Xingzhou was stunned: "Wuhua is in the Shaolin Temple?"

The monk in front of him said: "What? You couldn't kill him the first time, why do you still want to do it to him?"

At this time, a bell suddenly rang urgently in the Shaolin Temple, and a group of monks gathered from various courtyards towards the gate. A moment later, hundreds of monks walked out of the gate, waving long sticks in their hands, jumping around, and surrounded Yang Xingzhou.

"Amitabha!"

An old monk with a white beard slowly walked out of the temple, came to Yang Xingzhou, put his hands together and saluted: "Donor Yang, you have committed such a great evil."

When these monks surrounded him, Yang Xingzhou suddenly figured out what was going on. It should be that after Wuhua was injured by him, he returned directly to Shaolin. After that, the villain first complained and slandered him for killing him.

The disciple of the Beggar Clan will naturally say that he was injured by himself because he took action for the disciples of the Beggar Clan. If this is true or false, no one will doubt it at all.

Especially now, Wuhua is known as the Seven Wonderful Monks, and he is very famous in the world. He was almost appointed as the next head of Shaolin by Abbot Tianhu. He has great influence both in the world and in the Shaolin Temple.

force.

This person's external image is noble, and he is an elegant person at first glance. When he walks, sits or lies, he shows his unique and elegant sentiments. For such an eminent monk who does not like fame and wealth, and does not like killing and fighting, what he says is naturally

No one will doubt it.

He said that Yang Xingzhou killed a Beggar Clan disciple and injured him, so the Shaolin monk would naturally believe it and define Yang Xingzhou as the big devil who brought trouble to the world.

"interesting!"

After Yang Xingzhou figured this out, he looked up to the sky and laughed: "The thief shouts to catch the thief. This is a good trick. Wuhua, I really underestimated you!"

When he said this, his heart moved: "No, the lives of the Beggar Gang disciples in Jinan City may not be saved!"

When Yang Xingzhou first captured Nangong Ling, he did not kill a few Beggar Clan disciples. Most of them were only injured and few died. Now that Wuhua said that he had killed many Beggar Clan disciples, in order not to expose any flaws

, those Beggar Gang disciples in Jinan City must die.

"He was hit by an arrow from me and was already seriously injured. He couldn't possibly have the energy to kill so many more Beggar Clan disciples. Well, he can't kill people. He can ask others to kill him! It turns out that the killer who attacked me before was also hired by him.

Coming!"

In a flash of lightning, Yang Xingzhou thought clearly about Wu Hua's thoughts. After this man was seriously injured by himself, he directly found a killer to kill the disciples of the Beggar Clan. After that, he returned to Shaolin to recuperate, and slandered Yang Xingzhou for killing the Beggar Clan.

The murderer of his disciples, and he was the hero who stopped Yang Xingzhou from committing the murder. However, he was defeated by Yang Xingzhou and was seriously injured before he escaped back to Shaolin.

This person was actually able to turn a desperate situation into a way of survival after being seriously injured. This skill was extremely skillful. Once word spreads about it, Yang Xingzhou will become a big devil that everyone wants to beat. Even in the future, Yang Xingzhou will

If he tells the truth, others will not believe him.

After he figured this out, his eyes flashed and he looked at the old monk in front of him: "What do you call the great monk?"

The old monk opposite put his palms together, lowered his head and said: "Amitabha, old monk Tianhai, and Donor Yang, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. You have killed so many disciples of the Beggar Clan. It is better not to kill again when you come to Shaolin this time."

"

At this point, no amount of explanations are useless. Yang Xingzhou laughed, glanced at the monks surrounding him, and said, "Is this the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation of Shaolin Temple?"

Tianhai's white eyebrows fluttered and he proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Donor Yang has good eyesight. My nephew Wuhua's cultivation level is no less than that of my old monk, but he was still seriously injured by you. This shows that your cultivation level is very high, far better than my old monk's. In order to protect my safety in Shaolin, I can only use

This demon-suppressing formation is used to deal with Master Yang."

When he said this, his body and feet did not move, but his body flew backwards. He sighed in a low voice: "Vajra subdues demons, get up!"

One hundred and eight Shaolin monks shouted in unison, and the sticks in their hands danced together, hitting Yang Xingzhou standing in the middle like a violent storm. In an instant, the shadow of the sticks filled the sky, covering Yang Xingzhou in all directions.

These one hundred and eight warrior monks are all masters in the Shaolin Temple, including many eminent monks of the Tianzi generation. Now that their breaths are connected and their minds are connected, one hundred and eight people are like one person. With such a combined force, even an iron man will be defeated by them.

With one blow, he was reduced to powder.

Shaolin's 108 Demon-Suppressing Arhat Formation has only been shown three times since the establishment of the Shaolin Temple. Each time, the enemies faced were super-big demons in the martial arts world. Each time, they would succeed in one battle and be defeated by the demon-suppressing master.

No matter how powerful the demon is, it will be difficult for him to escape defeat.

Now that Yang Xingzhou is the fourth person qualified to face this great formation, he doesn't know whether he should feel honored or depressed.

Facing such a powerful formation, Yang Xingzhou suddenly became silent.

If it had been a long and surging river just now, now the river seemed to be frozen with ice, and the water flow was stagnant and completely quiet.

In this extreme silence, he slowly raised his right palm. As the palm was raised, there was a dense crackling sound in the air. A space above his head seemed to be suddenly broken, and then a strong force came from

The broken space exploded with a bang.

boom!

Huge power burst out above Yang Xingzhou's head, flowing in all directions instantly, and collided head-on with the clubs of the one hundred and eight attacking monks. The shadows of the sticks in the sky suddenly stagnated, and they were all deflected by the powerful blow, and then

The first stick hit the second stick, and the second stick hit the third stick. The force was deflected in turn. In the end, the power of the formation was completely deflected, as if it was being hit in the air. The group of monks felt uncomfortable.

Vomiting blood, everyone felt horrified in their hearts.

The power of their attack was actually broken by the big devil in front of them!

Yang Xingzhou's move was the first move of Buzhou Shanzhang he created, and the sky fell to the northwest!
Chapter completed!