"The Demon Seven Killing Style... What kind of evil and terrifying sword technique is this? It actually requires human flesh and blood as a sacrifice?"

The cold wind whistled, and Panda looked at Zuo Gonglong's corpse that shrank into a ball, and felt as if he had seen hell!

"I originally thought Zuo Gonglong was the leader of the Demon Sword Sect... But now it seems that he is just a slave of the Demon Sword..."

Shen Lang's voice was as cold as a piece of ice: "The Demon Sword Sect Master deliberately passed down the Demon Seven Killing Style, asking them to feed the knife with their bodies, discover and solve all the hidden dangers of this knife, just like feeding the young tiger with human flesh, and letting it go and devouring people when it grows up!"

"It seems that Zuo Gonglong and the Beggars' Sect are just abandoned sons..." Pandaer sighed: "Don't you think the leader of the Demon Sword Sect is Wang Lianhua now?"

Shen Lang smiled bitterly and said, "If 50% of me had suspected Wang Lianhua before, it would have risen to 90% now, but it was still a little short of..."

Panda Erzhe said, "That's his origin. The mysterious life experience of this person is just as good as you have! It seems that we are going to Shaolin immediately!"

Before, Shen Lang could see that Wang Lianhua's martial arts foundation was related to Shaolin Temple, but it was also slightest. Naturally, only by going to Shaolin can you thoroughly ask such a strange thing.

"Well! I'm extremely worried now..."

Shen Lang felt so overwhelmed with Pandaer at this time: "I originally thought Shaolin was a martial arts holy land. Although the abbot of the abbot Master Renxin and the heads were not well-known in the world, they were hidden and kept inseparable from the world. The 108 Arhat Divine Formation even exhausted the changes in the formation and were extremely powerful. Even if all the masters in the world were able to pass the line, they would be hard to get over the line! But I am really scared now..."

Pandaer said: "Is the Demon Sword Sect now more powerful than the Demon Sect?"

Shen Lang said: "You have also seen Zuo Gonglong just now. There are no need for many such sword slaves. Just a dozen, plus a group of martial arts experts, the Arhat formation will be broken! Shaolin Temple is also in danger!"

Pandaer was shocked and lost his voice: "Originally, we thought his target was just the largest gang in the Beggars' Sect, but we didn't expect that he would look down on this place at all, and he wanted the largest sect in the martial arts world!"

If someone covets the power of the Beggars' Sect, Pandaer and others can still believe it, but the thousand-year inheritance of Shaolin has really become a mythical existence, which makes people dare not look at it directly.

But now, there is a demon who wants to break this martial arts myth in person!

"You must not ignore such a thing!" Pandaer smiled bitterly, and looked at Zhu Qiqi, who looked worried.

Seeing this, Shen Lang could only show a helpless bitter smile on his lips.

...

Songshan, Shaolin!

Shen Lang and Pandaer ran day and night, and eight thousand miles of horses died in a row, and finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"Mah... Thank you!" Panda patted the back of the gray horse under the seat, tied the reins, and smiled: "If it weren't for the help of 'Land Tao Zhu' Fan Fenyang, we wouldn't have mobilized so many thousand-mile horses for a while, but you threw Qiqi to him. You really should have seen his face at that time..."

"Zuo Gonglong had not ascended the position of leader of the Beggars' Sect, his bet with Wang Lianhua was unbeatable. We saved him 100,000 taels of gold, and this account is not a loss..."

Although Shen Lang was joking, there was no smile on his face.

Pandaer and him are both top-notch experts in the world. They have such high light skills. They just wait to cross mountains and ridges. After a while, they arrived at Shaolin Temple.

Then, they saw a piece of hell! A bloody hell!

The original century-old ancient temple has been ruined at this time, and the solemn square where believers pray for the fragrance of incense is everywhere, but the corpses of monks all over the ground are everywhere!

Shaolin Temple, the martial arts Zen Buddhism, has been killed by a whole family!!!

"What a cruel method!" Pandaer looked at a monk who was glaring at the Vajra on the ground. His upper body was tangled and he shouted angrily. The long copper stick in his hand had actually been pinched out of two handprints. His Vajra's magical power to subdue demons was obviously at the realm of transformation.

And even such a master has now become a body, with seven knife marks on his body, which are exactly the same as if he is measuring with a ruler before cutting.

"The Demon Seven Killing Style! It's indeed the Demon Sword Sect's hand!!!"

"They killed Shaolin Temple, of course, not just to cover up someone's life experience and martial arts secrets..." Shen Lang used his light skills, and had already passed the square and went deeper into the temple.

Shaolin Temple has a thousand-year-old temple with continuous houses, but at this time almost every yard has blood and corpses. It is obvious that after a fierce battle, the monks finally died with their enemies, mostly wounded by swords, and even traces of poison and hidden weapons.

"It seems that the Demon Sword Sect has also lost a lot..."

Shen Lang was not looking for these things. After walking around for a few times, he arrived in front of an antique attic.

"The Sutra Pavilion! This is the forbidden area in Shaolin. I have never seen the masters of the world before..."

Pandaer exclaimed and rushed in, but unfortunately he saw only an empty attic. The murderer actually emptyed the entire Sutra Pavilion!

In the middle of the attic, a white-browed monk wearing a big red cassock sat cross-legged, forming a lotus seal in his hand, and his breath was gone, and he passed away.

And there was a dark crack in the vital points between his eyebrows and his body, as if the grim smile of an evil ghost.

"This person must be the host of Shaolin, Master Blade Heart..."

Shen Lang and Pandaer queered together, but Pandaer suddenly screamed: "Look..."

Shen Lang lowered his head and saw that the lower half of Master Renxin’s knee was sinking to the ground, almost an inch deep! The floor tiles of the entire Sutra Pavilion were paved with Baima bluestone, and the hardness was not inferior to that of fine steel. However, he could reach about an inch deep after his death, and his magical skills were obviously even more amazing.

Pandaer smiled bitterly and said, "I originally heard in the martial arts world that the number one master of Buddhism has become the master of heaven in Mount Wutai. But today I realized that that heaven is probably not worthy of carrying shoes to Master Renxin!"

Shen Lang saluted again, but his eyes became serious and solemn. He stepped forward and began to carefully examine Master Qixin's body, as if he was looking at a beautiful work of art.

"What are you doing?" Panda Er said strangely.

Shen Lang said: "Master Blade Heart's magical skills are so great that even Zuo Gonglong cannot match it. Therefore, in the temple, he was the only one who really fought with the Demon Sword Master..."

Dead people can talk and never lie.

Pandaer naturally knew that Shen Lang wanted to find the martial arts progress and flaws of the Demon Sword Master from Master Blade Heart. Since Shen Lang was almost omnipotent and was so cautious, the Demon Sword Master was obviously even more terrifying!

"Shen Lang! You can definitely do it!"

Pandaer prayed secretly, and before he knew it, this newly famous young knight had already shouldered the hope of the entire martial arts world!

When Shen Lang and Pandaer went down the mountain, the expressions on their faces were quite heavy.

It is obviously not a good thing to collect corpses for thousands of monks. Nowadays, pandas want to vomit when they see red.

But compared to this, Shen Lang's silence made him more worried.

At that time, after seeing the remains of Master Renxin, Shen Lang once said to Pandaer: "The martial arts of that Demon Sword Sect Master is probably unique in the martial arts world and dominates the contemporary world. No one in the world can compete with him!"

And now his silence is obviously a frustration in the face of the future martial arts catastrophe, but he is unimaginable and has nothing to do.

Even Shen Lang lost his smile, is there any help in the martial arts world?

After walking for a long time, they finally saw a stall on the side of the road. Panda was already hungry and thirsty. He threw himself into the stall and fell a large piece of silver and shouted: "Shopkeeper! Shopkeeper!"

His voice echoed on the empty stall. If he had seen silver, the stall owner would have rushed over as if he was whipped, but now it was silent, which changed Panda's face.

This is a tofu stall, with fragrant soy milk placed aside, emitting hot white air, but there was no one in a few miles.

The panda had sharp eyes and suddenly saw something next to the soy milk bowl, and his pupils shrank slightly.

The one placed on the table was a dark iron plate, with smoke vague flowing on the surface. The more carefully you looked, the more you felt that the small iron plate seemed to contain the dangerous sky, and the momentum of the opening and closing of the clouds was changing, and it was impossible to square things.

Pandaer said in horror: "Isn't this the owner of the world's most poisonous hidden weapon, Tianyun Wuhuamian, and Fairy Yunmeng's 'Tianyun Order'? Isn't she already dead? How could this Tianyun Order suddenly appear in this wilderness shop?"

At that time, Fairy Yunmeng was the world's number one female devil. Wherever Tianyun Ling went, all the heroes in the world bowed down. Even the panda was famous for being well-known.

"Since Yunmeng Ling is here, it is naturally the Fairy Yunmeng coming!" Shen Lang stepped forward and picked up the iron plate. There was a note under the iron plate with a word written on it: "Drink!"

Shen Lang smiled and said, "Since the host is so kind, I have to refuse it!"

He actually picked up the tofu bowl and drank it all in one go, as if he didn't care about the possible poisons in the intestinal pests.

"You...you..." Pandaer was dumbfounded and suddenly laughed: "Okay! What a Shen Lang. Since we are brothers, we naturally don't ask for birth on the same day of the same year, but ask for death on the same day of the same month of the same year!" He also drank a bowl.

There was indeed a drug in the soy milk. Panda's eyes were heavy and he gradually fell asleep...

I don’t know how long it took, but his mind gradually became clear, but his body was still extremely weak and he couldn’t even lift a hand.

Pandaer smiled bitterly and said, "I'm really a dead cat now!"

I opened my eyes slightly, but the sight was dark, and I don’t know what it was.

In the darkness, a crisp sound of ring-shaped rings suddenly came, followed by a silver bell-like laughter, which was clearer and more pleasant than the sound of ring-shaped rings.
Chapter completed!