Comprehensive martial arts: Inherit the weak chicken sword god at the beginning

Chapter 222
At this moment, Han Fei's voice echoed in the quiet street.

The sound broke the silence as well as the darkness.

Suddenly, on the deserted street, old and mellow words sounded:
"The donor is really extraordinary."

Immediately afterwards, four monks wearing Zen robes and without the slightest hair on their heads came out of the shadows.

They are thin and thin, with old willow faces, and on their sunken cheeks, two eyes full of wisdom are slightly sharp.

Not to mention anything else, the appearance alone can be called pure and solemn.

Behind the four monks, he also saw a familiar figure... Fan Qinghui.

At this point in time, coupled with this situation, if Han Fei didn't understand, it would be a ghost.

It was obvious that the old nun had lost face before, and now she brought someone to restore her place.

"Master, are you free tonight?"

Han Fei said with a smile, obviously he didn't take these monks seriously.

Standing up for others also requires strength.

Seeing his behavior, Fan Qinghui said bitterly:
"Pei Min, your time of death has arrived!"

"Oh? How do you say this?"

"Ha ha."

Fan Qinghui sneered: "Not only do you go against the grain and try to grasp the general situation of the world, but you dare to insult my Buddhism several times."

"Today, you deserve to die here!"

Han Fei couldn't help but rolled his eyes. If you're looking for revenge, you're looking for revenge, and you have to find a high-sounding reason.

Then, he turned his head and asked, "What do you call the four bald... masters?"

"Jiaxiang."

"Emperor Heart."

"Dao Xin."

"wisdom."

Several monks didn't care about his offense, but spoke out their identities one after another.

"It turns out that they are the four great monks of Buddhism, but Pei Min has admired his name for a long time."

As these masters in the original book, Han Fei naturally had some impressions of them.

There is no doubt that the monks in front of them are the strongest in contemporary Buddhism.

"A few I masters... are here to kill me?"

Han Fei went on to say, if so, a few more people would die tonight.

"Amitabha."

Monk Jiaxiang was the first to speak: "The benefactor has contributed to the country, and we don't want to kill him."

"As long as you are willing to take refuge in my Buddha and devote yourself to cultivating in the temple, I can decide not to embarrass you."

"Master Jiaxiang, you..."

Hearing this, Fan Qinghui became anxious, it was different from what was said before.

If Han Fei didn't die tonight, she might suffer revenge in the future.

"Master Brahma, please be safe and don't be impatient."

Monk Jiaxiang interrupted her with a wave, and then continued to ask Han Fei: "Benefactor, what are you thinking?"

"So what if you don't agree?" Han Fei asked back.

"If you don't agree, I will definitely not let you live with the behavior of a benefactor."

When he said this, a cold light flashed in Monk Jiaxiang's eyes.

"A few masters are so sure about winning? Haven't you considered that they are not my opponent?"

The martial arts of these few monks are not weak, especially the Jiaxiang monk in front of him.

However, it also depends on who you compare with!

Monk Jiaxiang suddenly smiled benevolently: "Donor don't need to deceive yourself, we all know about you."

"You fought against Wu Zun Bixuan, and you were seriously injured. How much combat power can you display?"

If they were not completely sure, they would definitely not come here on purpose.

But once they come, it means that they will never leave empty-handed.

Han Fei pretended to be angry, and cursed loudly: "Don't you feel ashamed to do such despicable things while taking advantage of others?!"

"Stop talking nonsense, benefactor, I just ask, do you agree or disagree?"

"Ah~"

Han Fei sighed, "Let's do it!"

"Good! I admire you!"

Hearing this, Fan Qinghui had a smile on his face, and his heart finally settled down.

Han Fei is not dead... She is uneasy.

Immediately afterwards, Monk Jiaxiang said to his back:

"Several juniors, let's do it together."

"Great kindness." "Great kindness."

As soon as the words fell, a few monks flashed and blocked Han Fei's escape route.

As a group of old rivers and lakes, they certainly know the story of the lion fighting the rabbit with all its strength.

Besides, Han Fei wasn't a rabbit at all, but a wounded tiger.

Afterwards, they frantically circulated their auras and used their strongest moves one after another.

Although Monk Jiaxiang had a kind face, his aura was extremely fierce.

The majestic energy converged into a bright light, which turned out to be his fingertips upon closer inspection.

The golden light from his fingertips was so bright that it completely illuminated the entire street.

"One Finger Zen!"

Monk Dixin looked solemn, and suddenly swung the staff in his hand wildly.

Daodao Gangfeng swept all around, and the surrounding objects were destroyed by him one after another.

"The magic wand technique!"

Monk Daoxin clasped his hands together, chanting the Buddha's name in his mouth, and his whole person looked calm.

Suddenly, with lightning speed, his right hand gathered into a claw and clasped Han Fei's neck.

The big red handprint appeared out of nowhere, looking weird and dangerous.

"Dharma hand!"

The last wise monk frowned, like the angry King Kong in the temple.

He stepped on the ground with one foot, shouted loudly, and slapped forward fiercely with his right hand.

The blue light gathered and directly turned into a huge blue palm print.

The difference from the above was that he was clearly shooting at Han Fei, but the palm print came from Han Fei's back.

"Buddha Heart Palm!"

Four great monks, four unique skills, and four directions were coming towards Han Fei.

The frightening power soared into the sky, directly alarming many martial arts masters in the city.

At the same time, Han Fei, who was in the center of the vortex, slowly closed his eyes.

He did not dodge, nor did he choose to attack.

Seeing this scene, Fan Qinghui was very excited, and at the same time, he was a little more disdainful towards Han Fei.

As a martial artist, he didn't even have the courage to make a move...in vain for the name of a sword master.

But the next moment, she knew she was wrong.

Facing the approaching attack, Han Fei still didn't choose to move at all.

Until these hypocritical monks all came within an inch of him.

He moved.

This movement turned the world upside down!

"Qiang~"

There was a cold sound of unsheathing, and the gloomy sword light flew across at an incredible speed.

In an instant, the world seemed to change color!
"Break out!"

The terrifying sword energy shot straight into the sky, causing many long swords in the city to tremble slightly.

With a slash of the sword, within ten feet of Han Fei's body, a sharp blade storm appeared out of thin air.

But what is even more terrible is that gloomy light.

No one can see the light, and no one can describe the speed.

Because when you see it is also when it disappears.

Any words used to describe this sword will only appear extremely vulgar.

This sword is like the sword of a fairy, and it is also like the sword of a ghost, but it is not like a human sword.

Faced with such a terrifying sword move, the four holy monks were not only unable to resist, they even failed to react at all.

After the sword light flashed across, the vitality had disappeared.

【Congratulations to the host...】

They didn't know how they died until the moment they died.

I just know...that is a beautiful light...

This sword can destroy the fingers, break the stick, destroy the hand, break the palm, and kill the four great Buddhist monks!

(End of this chapter)