Chapter 127

The Zhenlong game requires a lot of energy and time. Every move has plenty of time. Even if you stop for several hours, Master Xuankong will not care. Even during the chess game, it only shows the scene of the player sitting quietly at the table, and can continue after going online.

In Master Xuankong's house, no one can disturb him!

From the beginning, Kaixin wanted to take advantage of the special pattern here to delay time and keep avoiding the birthday of the emperor with court tributes. Now he is not sure to pass the Zhenlong chess game. Of course, he can only try to extend his defeat while constantly helping the White Tiger survive.

Zhenlong chess game, Happy competition lasted for a long time.

He had no idea that when he was staying in the temple like this, it was already dawn outside, the wind was shrieking, and blood rain turned into wind!

Hundreds of meters from different gangs or teams formed by themselves, the flag clearly surrounded this dilapidated small temple. Twenty meters away from the small temple, no less than a hundred corpses fell from all over the place...

Monk Zhiheng guarded the gate of the small temple like a towering mountain. He put his hands together and let countless arrows pass by. His hidden weapons were spreading across the sky, but his body moved in a small range like a ghost. Countless arrows and hidden weapons all fell into the empty space;

"roll!"

Once you notice someone is taking the opportunity to get close to the small temple, no matter where the other party is, you will immediately transform from the unmoving Arhat into the coldest and most ruthless Ming King, killing the person who attempts to invade the temple with one move and half a gesture.

"Hundred Steps Divine Fist!"

A hundred meters away from the temple, the group of Subai scribes' costumes stood calmly holding their swords. After looking for a while, they all showed a solemn look, one of them said:

"The superior martial arts in the mysterious realm have amazing lethality, and the power contains the mystery of fighting a cow from the air. Unless you have excellent body protection and good equipment at the same time, no one can stop a move." After a pause, the eyes of the monk Zhiheng became extremely complicated: "In addition, the killing distance of the Hundred Steps Divine Fist varies depending on the level of the realm. The realm reaches its peak, and you can easily kill any life within a hundred steps."

Hearing this, a group of people around him breathed non-stop.

Judging from the situation where Monk Zhiheng easily took away the players behind the temple, even if the opponent's Hundred Steps Divine Fist realm has not reached its peak, it is probably not far from its peak state.

"I don't know which boy was so lucky. Not only did he seize the tribute, he also triggered the mission in the temple and was protected by NPC..."

Looking at the shiny red dots on the map in hand, many players sighed in a low voice.

"It is said that a long time has passed. I think this kid should know that we are outside and deliberately stay inside and cannot come out. He plans to delay the emperor's birthday before leaving."

"... Once time passes, even if we kill him, we will never be able to produce tributes." As the group said, they turned their attention to Monk Zhiheng in front of the temple again!

If Monk Fei Zhiheng used his strength to establish an indestructible image, a group of people might have to rush over immediately!

Another group of people not far away also gradually changed from initial depression to dullness and secretly sighing luck because of the stalemate of the situation:

They were the first small gangs to learn that there was a tribute in the small temple in Songshan.

Because the number of people is relatively small, when I accidentally learned about this news, I didn't believe that such good things would be waiting for me. I also wisely spread the news to various gangs outside Shaolin Temple that were killed in blood for a brocade box.

result!

Some of these people had long been tortured, and they just lacked a step to leave. He heard this and brought the people into the mountain without hesitation...

The strongest gangs still stood firm and went to the top of the steps outside Shaolin Temple, killing each other wildly, and doing their best to fight for the last minute of the Jinbo belonging, sacrificing their lives!

But a group of people who turned to fight soon discovered that the news of tribute hidden in the small temple in Songshan was true!

The group of people who had already given up fighting for tributes regained a stronger passion and fighting spirit. Except for a few gangs whose strength was not bad, most gangs gathered people crazily, while tempting to invade the small temple without hesitation, while tangling people and competing for this unexpected discovery.

From the beginning of the crazy invasion of everything and the constant throwing of corpses outside the temple, their actions gradually subsided.

In just half a day, at least more than 200 players died outside the temple and became the souls under the hands of Monk Zhiheng...

now!

A large number of archers from more than a dozen gangs surrounded Xiaomiao. With all their strength, they still could not pose a threat to Monk Zhiheng and could not shake the other party at all.

A group of people were discouraged!

But more people are unwilling to accept it...

"There is no way to break through here. After all, he is the only monk..."

A Taoist priest with a high crown came over and suggested:

"We all send people to join us! As long as the monk is trapped, the others will take the temple directly. No matter who wins first, they will snatch the brocade box out of the temple and then divide the difference! What do you think?!"

This proposal was quickly agreed by the leaders of major gangs.

...

The temple is surging!

Dozens of people from various gangs formed a suicide squad, carrying swords and swords, and the realm was fully opened. They solemnly and carefully opened the pocket array and approached Zhiheng.

“…”

Zhiheng seemed to feel a more solemn and dangerous aura from all directions. Before they could get too close, under the cold scars of the ring, a flash of coldness without any emotion flashed across his eyes.

The cold murderous intent in his eyes, coupled with the face of King Zhiheng Ming, who was as powerful as an angry person, was overwhelmed by an invisible aura, and a wave of invisible momentum was overwhelming toward the players around him!

This look immediately detonated the player.

My heart was shocked, "Go!", "Drink!" A group of people roared, while raising their own people, they rushed up one after another without fear of death and forced themselves towards Zhiheng.

More than a hundred players in the Creation Realm took action at the same time, and the momentum was huge, which was also amazing at first glance!

Soon, Monk Zhiheng noticed the crisis after the player approached...

It's hard to match the four palms with both hands.

Now he is facing hundreds of punches and kicks. No matter how fast he is, it is difficult to kill and repel them all in a short time...

In the blink of an eye, Zhiheng was completely overwhelmed by the deliberately made players and was surrounded by heavy siege, making it difficult to break through.

"It's time!"

"superior!!!"

The eyes of the people outside shone, and more people couldn't wait to bounce their bodies up without waiting for the orders from others, and rushed towards the temple's earthen walls as fast as possible.

"Tadadada..."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Flying on the grass, floating on the water, catching cicadas at eight steps, and straits and clouds! The light skills of each sect became the biggest advantage of competition at this moment. With countless sounds of breaking through the air, the situation outside the temple was immediately disturbed.

Hundreds of people are running wildly.

It is fast, less than ten meters away from the wall...

The temple is about to be invaded by countless players.

A roar of trembling mountains and forests suddenly broke out among the crowd surrounded by hundreds of players!

"roar!!!!"

The strong lion roar formed yellow ripples that were faintly visible to the naked eye in the air. Hundreds of players around him were the first to be hit by the iron wall, and they all spurted blood from the air, revealing the murderous aura inside, constantly emitting golden lion roar!

"Ho huh huh huh..."

The waves of lion roars slashed the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, and even corpses spread out at an astonishing speed;

Before touching the wall, a group of people near the temple felt as if they were struck by lightning! The inner breath was not continued, and they were like birds shot down in the sky, falling to the ground one after another.
Chapter completed!