Crossing the Invincible World

But soon, the abbot of Shaolin Temple realized that Jiang Ning was not joking, nor did he care.

All this is true!

As soon as the arhats reacted, they saw a companion lying in the distance, not knowing his life or death.

Immediately, one by one was furious, how could I maintain a calm mood.

"Devil Jiang! You are looking for death!"

"Dare to kill Junior Brother? The crime is even more serious!"

"Believe it or not, I'll wait to turn over the heaven of your Daming Kingdom?"

These eight people have almost grown up since they were young. It is of course not necessary to say how good the relationship is. At this time, seeing their brothers killed in person, they are all in a state of chaos.

"Not good!" The old sweeping monk who caught everything in his eyes could not help but cried out bad.

If these seven people are calm, they might really be able to fight Jiang Ning together.

But now, I'm afraid it will only end up being broken one by one.

Just when the sweeping old monk wanted to stop Jiang Ning, he found that it was too late!

Jiang Ning's body instantly disappeared in place, turning into an afterimage, and rushing towards an Luohan like lightning.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, that Luohan's lower abdomen was smashed through by Jiang Ning's right fist.

I saw Jiang Ning's **** right hand sticking out from his back, blood dripping down continuously, the scene was terrifying.

"Don't be a monk in your next life, lest I feel upset when I look at it." Looking at the Luohan's gradually disintegrating eyes, Jiang Ning said in a low voice, the next moment, he kicked the Luohan's body.

It's like dumping garbage, dismissing it.

"Bump!" The Luohan's body hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.

Everyone was silent. This muffled sound seemed to hit their hearts, making them extremely depressed and hard to breathe.

"the second!"

Jiang Ning's voice sounded like he came from hell.

"Ah! I'm fighting with you!" An Luohan finally couldn't bear this depression, and suddenly let out a roar, and jumped on it out of nowhere.

By this time, he was already in a mess, and he knew no moves.

He only knew that he killed the guy in front of him and avenged his dead brother!

Besides...Only in this way can he survive!

Although brotherhood is very important, in comparison, his life is more precious.

If it hadn't been for Jiang Ning to put on a tight push to kill them all, he wouldn't be desperate.

"Huh!" Jiang Ning just hummed from his nostril to this Arhat's offensive. With a wave of his right hand, he drew it directly on Arhat's face like a fly, and pulled it out a few meters, fiercely. The ground hit the ground, spit out a few teeth with some blood.

Before the Arhat was thankful that he was not killed by Jiang Ning, Jiang Ning had already stretched out his right finger and aimed at the Arhat.

"Huh!" A burst of infuriating energy shot out from the fingertips like lightning, and slammed into Luohan's heart.

Accompanied by the sound of true energy entering the body, a blood arrow shot out, and the Arhat's head tilted, and there was no more breath.

Without giving the remaining five people a chance to react, Jiang Ning stepped forward with his right foot, violently with his left foot, and kicked out like lightning.

The warning kicked Yi Luohan's head abruptly!

White brains splashed around.

However, nothing splashed on Jiang Ning's body.

There was dead silence all around.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple looked at Jiang Ning with a look of fear.

Kill half of the Luohan in the blink of an eye.

He has never heard of such a person in the arena.

What's more, this person is still the master of a country. If he really goes against the Shaolin Temple, he will lead an army to attack soon.

At that time, I am afraid that Shaolin Temple's century-old foundation will be destroyed!

The sweeping old monk stared at Jiang Ning closely, full of curiosity and...dread!

He didn't know why Jiang Ning seemed to be only eighteen or nine years old, so he had such a powerful force.

Even if he was practicing in the womb, he shouldn't have this situation?

People who have reached this state in the arena, through the ages, even the youngest are thirty or forty years old.

And this teenager 1 actually did what his predecessors could not do at the age of a weak crown.

"Come on with the four of you, don't waste time." Jiang Ning hooked his finger at the remaining four Arhats and said in a flat tone.

For him, it doesn't matter if you destroy them one by one, or kill all four together.

However, he didn't know that the legs of the four arhats were almost weak at this time.

If at first their attitude towards Jiang Ning was anger, then it turned into resentment, and now it has turned into fear.

They are also human beings, and they will also be afraid of death. With Jiangning's ability to kill the four with a raise of his hand, no one does not know that the four of them are to give food.

Seeing four arhats, look at me and I look at you, but none of them came forward first.

Jiang Ning became a little impatient, frowned, and said coldly: "It's really troublesome, I have to kill them one by one!"

With that said, Jiang Ning strode over.

"Donor Jiang, please keep your hands!" The old sweeping monk finally spoke. While speaking, he deliberately used his inner strength to blend into his voice.

Makes his voice just like Hong Zhong Dalu, shocking.

I thought that even if he couldn't influence Jiang Ning, he would stop and listen to what he had to say.

After all, there are not many people in the world who can do this hand that he revealed.

But who knows, Jiang Ning came to an Arhat with weak limbs as if he hadn't heard, and smashed his heavenly spirit cover with a palm.

It wasn't until the Arhat body collapsed that the sweeping old monk recovered.

But then, the heart "Teng!" bursts of anger suddenly rose.

For many years, Gujing Wubo's mentality disappeared.

Anyway, I am also a master in the arena, you a junior dare to be so rampant.

"Take my palm!"

The old sweeping monk roared, his steps began to move quickly, and his body began to turn into afterimages.

In the blink of an eye, the body of the sweeping old monk appeared behind Jiang Ning, and a palm was shot at the back of his head. Even Jiang Ning felt the chills coming from behind him. ,, ..