One sword after another fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Jiang Dali snorted coldly, looking at the only two sets of clothes left in his hands, feeling quite unfinished, and his cold eyes couldn't help but look at the people from Songshan Shaolin not far away.

Wow——

Everyone was immediately frightened and fled away, their faces turned ashen.

"Amitabha......"

Fangyuan's figure stood up tremblingly. Even though he was seriously injured and his face was like a golden finger, and one of his arms was broken, he still stared at Jiang Dali with a firm expression.

"Donor Jiang, so far today, we in Shaolin Songshan have suffered many casualties, and the left leader of Songshan has also died at your hands. I sincerely ask Master Jiang to be accommodating and let it go."

"give up!?"

Jiang Dali narrowed his eyes and chuckled, casually tearing off the tattered clothes wrapped around his waist. His burly figure walked towards the group of Songshan Shaolin people like a tiger patrolling the mountains.

One person's momentum shocked the entire audience.

"The people who came here to cause trouble are you from Songshan Shaolin. Now the one who is giving up is also you from Shaolin, Monk Fangyuan. Do you think that Shaolin's reputation is so great?"

The golden sword behind Jiang Dali suddenly trembled in its ring and erupted into a buzzing sound. The shining light on the handle was like an arrow piercing everyone's heart, which was frightening.

Fangyuan felt the murderous intent coming from Jiang Dali. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the corpses with broken limbs on the ground. He sighed and raised one palm and said.

"When will retribution be repaid? Let people be spared and spared. But it was the poor monk who was too aggressive with the donor in the East, which led to the bitter consequences today, and many people died here. This is really wrong and stupid.

.”

"oh?"

Jiang Dali looked sarcastic, "I didn't expect you, monk, to know that you were at fault in the first place. It's hard to find someone who understands more."

As he said that, Jiang Dali suddenly laughed, his laughter turned into a sneer, and he sneered and said with ridicule, "There is no time to settle in the sea, so how can one sword end the grudges? Monk, do you think that a simple word of wrong can make up for the lives of so many people?"

?”

As soon as these words came out, all the Shaolin monks immediately looked at Jiang Dali with angry eyes. If they had not known that he could not defeat him, they would have really wanted to rush forward and fight for his life.

It was you, the leader of Black Wind Village, who committed the murder. Why should you blame Master Fangyuan?

This was probably the most truly indignant thought in all of their hearts at this time.

"Amitabha! Sin, sin, sin!"

Fangyuan sighed and nodded sadly, "Donor Jiang has taught me that repentance can no longer compensate for the lives of those who died. The poor monk is now only willing to save the lives of everyone else present with his own life.

I also hope that the donor, reciting the rosary on your hand, will choose to forgive, leave room for mercy, and achieve good results!"

"Uncle!"

All the Shaolin monks were shocked and immediately tried to stop him.

However, Fangyuan suddenly let out a low shout, and a surge of momentum erupted from his body, causing the surrounding monks to become unsteady and stagger away.

At that moment, Fangyuan's three fingers were gently pointed out, just like Buddha holding flowers, with a smile on his face, and his technique was light on the center of his eyebrows.

boom--

A soft energy burst out.

Fangyuan's eyes widened, and gradually turned bloody. His body trembled and he stood still on the spot, his palms hanging down weakly, his nostrils bleeding, and his gray beard was instantly stained with a few drops of blood.

"What a great place!"

Jiang Dali was moved and frowned tightly.

"Uncle!"

"Uncle Fangyuan!!"

When all the Shaolin monks saw this, they were so angry that they all rushed towards Fang Yuan, crying to the sky and the earth, and were extremely sad.

"Fang Yuan is willing to kill himself to protect you bunch of losers. I, Jiang Dali, am still a figure. You bunch of little monks and bald heads, it's not too late to get out now."

After saying this, Jiang Dali looked at the people on the other side of the Songshan Sect who breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly laughed ferociously.

"But you cowards, especially you Fei Bin and Lu Bai, no one can escape today!"

boom!--

Jiang Dali stepped forward and rushed out. In an instant, dragons roared and tigers roared again. With the iron fists and iron palms waving, they were so powerful that no one could defeat him.

The screams suddenly started again.

It subsided quickly.

All Zuo Lengchan's lackeys from the Songshan sect died and shed blood on the spot, accompanying him on his journey to hell.

at the same time.

At the foot of Huashan Mountain, in the resurrection point of the Earth Temple in a certain village.

The figures of the two famous swordsmen and kings of swords walked out of it. They were both without anything, their faces were extremely pale, they looked angry and depressed, and they felt extremely regretful in their hearts.

After they were resurrected, they discovered an extremely horrifying situation.

After this death, not only the level of martial arts dropped by 10%.

After working so hard to cultivate more than 2,000 internal energy, all of it was wasted and was sucked away by the star-absorbing method of the Black Wind Village Master. As a result, the state of internal energy plummeted and returned directly to the original level.

As a result, except for their martial arts realm, their inner energy cultivation has disappeared. Many martial arts moves cannot even be performed without the cooperation of inner energy. It is like half of their two years of hard work have been wasted.

The more they thought about it, the more aggrieved and angry they became, and they couldn't help but roar to the sky.

"Ahhh! Black Wind Village Master! Bastard!"

"Master of Black Wind Village, you'd better stay this strong forever, otherwise sooner or later my famous sword will cut you into pieces!!"

This day.

The bloody battle at Qipan Mountain and the tragic battle situation were simultaneously posted on Jianghu forums.

Countless players lost their voices after seeing the video of Jiang, the leader of the Black Wind Village, fighting against Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Five Sacred Mountains, and Fangyuan, the world-renowned Shaolin monk.

Zuo Lengchan died tragically with a knife, split into two pieces, and all the disciples of the Songshan Sect were buried with him.

Fangyuan was forced to commit suicide to save the Shaolin disciples. The brutality and grandeur of the battle shocked people's hearts and minds, and they could not recover for a long time.

"When will the injustice be repaid? Let's spare others and spare them."

"The waves in the sea are unpredictable. How can one sword cut off grudges?"

The two sentences of dialogue between Monk Fangyuan and the leader of Heifeng Village have circulated in the hearts of countless people, and they can truly feel the hatred and helplessness in the waves of the world.

Ask Jianghu, where is Jianghu?

The rivers and lakes are in the hearts of people.

And how can people's hearts settle down?

A heart that cannot settle down will naturally encounter love, hate, and hatred.

Life is full of vitality, three thousand black hairs, all placed in the high pavilion! Then it stops, and the heart becomes quiet...

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Chapter completed!