"What's wrong, Young Sect Master?" Zhou Zhiruo asked curiously.”
Han Chen's gaze gradually turned cold." There are always some annoying flies!"”
The Art of Longevity was an immortal cultivation technique that encompassed all the mysteries of the universe. Since he had reached the Minor Accomplishment realm, Han Chen's five senses had improved greatly. His hearing and eyesight were both exceptionally sharp.
Even though the leaves were falling, he could hear four people running towards him. Their footsteps were fast, steady, and strong. They were indeed martial arts masters. Their footsteps were filled with hostility.
"Amitabha!"
"Young hero Han, you've made me search for you.”
A Buddhist proclamation resounded through the maple forest. Amidst the autumn leaves, four old Shaolin monks strode over. In an instant, they were fighting in front of Han Chen.
The four old monks stood in four corners and surrounded Han Zhou and the other man. They obviously had bad intentions.
"It's the Shaolin Sect!"
Zhou Zhiruo frowned. Han Chenjian had already offended Shaolin deeply by slashing Kong Xing.
These four old monks had snow-white eyebrows and bulging temples. They were extremely powerful and were really difficult to deal with. If they joined forces, they would be in danger.
When Zhou Zhiruo thought of this, she couldn't help but pinch the hilt of her sword.
"Young Sect Leader, what should we do?" Zhou Zhiruo asked.
Han Chen's gaze was like a knife as he let go of Zhou Zhiruo's slender hand. He raised his hand and took the Broken Rainbow sword from his waist. He held it in his hand and looked at the four old monks. His gaze was as cold as frost.
"You shouldn't have come!"
Originally, Han Chen and Zhou Zhiruo were in a good mood as they toured Yue Yang Tower and enjoyed the scenery of Lake Dongting. However, the sudden appearance of these bald donkeys really dampened their spirits.
Seeing Han Chen holding the scabbard and killing intent in his eyes, the nearby travelers were shocked and immediately left in fear. They could not avoid such a vendetta in the martial world.
However, there were also people who liked the liveliness and retreated to watch from afar. Most of them were Jianghu people.
"I know that old monk. He's Master Yuanye of Shaolin Temple. He's an eminent monk from Dharma Hall and rarely walks around Jianghu.”
"Even the Dharma Hall has been alarmed. Who is this young man?”
"They seemed to have called him Young Hero Han just now. Could he be the one on Mount Emei?”
"I heard that the Emei Young Master's swordsmanship is extremely high. Hehe, now that he's surrounded by four eminent monks, there's going to be a good show.”
In the maple forest by the Dongting Lake, there were many onlookers. These people were watching the fire from the other side of the river, discussing all kinds of things.
At this moment, the sun was setting in the west. Old Monk Yuan Ye stood in the shadow of Yue Yang Tower, put his palms together, and said leisurely,"" I heard that Young Hero Han has been killing people in recent days. Countless souls have been killed by his sword. Even the rebel army has been massacred. Amitabha. I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
Clang!
A loud and clear sword hum sounded. The Sundered Rainbow Sword was unsheathed and pointed diagonally at the ground. Han Chen sneered." As monks, you're not meditating in Shaolin and cultivating Buddhism, but you're meddling in the affairs of the martial world. You guys are really bored.”
Among the four old monks of the Dharma Yard, Yuan Hui was the most unyielding. He was furious when he heard Jiang Chen's words.
"Brat, you'd better surrender and obediently follow us back to Shaolin. You seriously injured Martial Uncle Kong Xing, so how can we let you off easily? If you dare to resist today, I can only exterminate the devil and protect the Dao, and execute you on the spot!”
Another old monk said," Amitabha. This child has committed too many sins. If we don't tame him with Buddhism as soon as possible, he will definitely become a great disaster in the martial arts world in the future."”
Yuanye nodded and said," This Han Chen is extremely evil and has fallen into the Devil Dao. We must bring him back to Shaolin and let him live in Shaolin for the rest of his life. He will listen to Buddhism day and night. If we can resolve his evil aura, it will be a great fortune for the common people and the world."”
Han Chen looked at the four of them with an extremely cold gaze and killing intent." A bunch of sanctimonious people. Do they really think they can enforce justice on behalf of the heavens?”
Yin!
A loud and clear dragon cry and sword cry resounded throughout the entire maple forest.
Swoosh!
The long sword shot out, and the red light shook the sky and illuminated the earth!
The sharp sword qi swept through the maple forest, destroying the red leaves. It was like cherry blossoms falling from the sky, spinning and dancing in the air. It was extremely beautiful.
This sword was extremely fast!
This sword was absolutely beautiful!
Puchi!
The sword light streaked across the night sky like a shooting star. The sharp sword edge slashed across Yuan Hui's throat, and blood spurted out like an arrow.
The blood-red Sundered Rainbow sword was pointed at the ground. A drop of blood fell from the blade and dripped onto the red maple before flowing into the soil.
The sword had passed.
The maple leaves had fallen.
The blood had coagulated.
Yuan Hui clutched her throat, her eyes bulging like a dead fish's. Blood seeped out from her fingers, and her throat made a strange sound. Her face was filled with pain and shock.
Thud!
His entire body suddenly fell down like a mountain collapsing. The vitality in his eyes rapidly flowed away.
He lay among the burning red Ye Feng, he was unwilling, he could not believe it, he could not understand how Han Chen's sword attack came.
Too fast! Too ruthless! Too cold!
Even with Yuan Hui's cultivation, he couldn't catch the trace of the sword.
This was the power that Han Chen could unleash when he broke through to Houtian third stage and reached the small success stage of the Art of Longevity.
The sword was drawn, and his life was lost!
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing Houtian second stage expert, Yuan Hui of Shaolin Temple. Points 2000!”
2,000 points!
It was enough to buy two silver eggs!
The rewards were actually so generous!
After hearing the notification, Han Chen's lips curled up.
"Heavens, Master Yuan Hui was killed by a single sword strike!”
"I didn't even see that sword clearly, but Yuan Hui died!”
"What a terrifying sword technique!"
"Young Sect Master of Emei, you really live up to your reputation!”
In the maple forest, the martial artists who were watching from afar all widened their eyes.
They could not believe what they were seeing. They were completely stunned by Han Chen's sword technique.
In fact, Han Chen did not use any exquisite sword techniques. He could only blame Yuan Hui for being the closest to him and speaking the most irascible words. Han Chen was the first to kill Yuan Hui, and that was his own fault.
"Junior Brother Yuan Hui!"
"Preposterous! Han Chen, give me your life!”
Han Chen killed Yuan Hui with a single strike. The other three monks were shocked and furious. They either raised their staff or clenched their fists and charged at Han Chen in three directions.
Monks should refrain from anger and impatience, and should strictly abide by killing.
But they were furious.
They wanted to kill.
Han Chen's gaze was like a knife as he sneered." If you had stayed in Shaolin, I wouldn't have gone to find you. Unfortunately, you came here to court death!”
"If you want to go to the Western Paradise so badly, I'll send you there now!”
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