Porter of Two Worlds

Fighting broke out suddenly.

Gunshots roared, roars roared, screams pierced, shouts screamed, and there was chaos.

Bullets flew horizontally, piercing through the body, blood spilled, and hit the buildings on the ground. The thousand-year-old temple was being destroyed.

More than a hundred monks attacked the person who snatched the ancient clock. Almost half of the monks were killed and injured as soon as they fought. .

A fast-moving monk rushed into the enemy group, fighting head-on, showing his fierce side, punching out, directly breaking the enemy's neck with a click, and hitting his knee, the enemy's lower body was broken in the sound of click, and some fingers were inserted like knives The heart of the enemy!

Hand-to-hand fighting is the bloodiest. A group of monks make deadly moves and greet the enemy's weakest places. The main purpose of everything is to kill the enemy.

Perhaps the physique of the group of monks nourishing the earth has been improved, and their fighting power is fierce, but they still lose to the power of guns. After killing more than a dozen enemies, more than half of their own casualties!

Since we have already started, we will slaughter them all, notify the logistics, and hold the Huaxia military and police to cover our evacuation!

The man in the peaked cap roared ferociously, and shot three shots with shaking hands, each shot took away the life of a monk, the pistol seemed to have life in his hand, no matter where he pointed at, it happened without exception .

bang bang bang...

After receiving the order, the gunshots rang out louder and more intensively, and under crossfire, within a minute, less than ten of the more than one hundred monks could stand.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, less than two minutes had passed, and the outsiders defeated the monk by an overwhelming advantage.

They have guns, and on the premise that the difference in physical fitness is not too big, no matter how advanced their martial arts are, they will be afraid of bullets, and the enemy will not give them too many opportunities for melee combat.

You... the Buddha will not forgive you, kill!

The burly monk who came forward to negotiate had a contorted face, his eyes were full of pain, and the brother who was smiling not long ago was now separated from heaven and man forever, and he rushed towards the peaked cap desperately in a rage.

He saw that the other party was the leader, even if the general situation was gone, he would kill him!

He is mine, let me experience the so-called seventy-two stunts, I don't know how many you have mastered!

The peaked cap inserted the pistol back into his waist and said, waving his hand to stop his subordinates from shooting and killing him.

Clenched his fists, his whole body creaked, his body bent slightly, and then he rushed out like a cheetah, the two sides approached quickly, but only met each other, and the man in the cap slammed on the burly monk's chest on his knee.

Click, poof...!

The monk's chest and abdomen collapsed, and his sternum was broken. He spurted blood, fell to the ground, and stared with unwillingness and horror.

The man in the peaked cap stood up, patted his trouser legs and said disdainfully: This is the so-called monk? It seems that you have been at peace for too long. disappointment!

You! The burly monk Wen Yan was frightened and furious, and pointed at the other party to say something, but he couldn't lift it up and fell to the ground dead.

In all fairness, those monks were powerless, and it was like playing with a dozen or so ordinary people alone, but they encountered this group of more fierce outsiders.

Bai Yang, who was secretly observing, sighed in his heart. Huaxia has really been peaceful for too long. Although those monks have good military strength, they lack a part of murderousness, a part of indomitable spirit, and a part of resignation to death. In the face of a group of outsiders with blood on their hands, they behaved so unbearably.

In fact, there is no way to do this. Chinese people practice martial arts, and they rarely have the chance to fight with their lives. If they don't experience life-and-death battles, how can they maximize their lethality?

If that monk hadn't been shocked by the other party's killing intent, if he had been more decisive, he would have at least hurt the other party. It's a pity. Qing He sighed. Standing at her height, of course one could see the difference between the two sides.

This is only temporary. The people in this land have been peaceful for too long, and their blood has been worn down by singing and dancing.

Qing He, after the people on this land have experienced blood and fire, you can't imagine how powerful they will explode, but it will take some time, and you will know later, Bai Yang said calmly.

He didn't save those monks, not because he was indifferent, but because the people in this land need something to awaken their blood, without experiencing despair, the people in this land can always find excuses for their weakness and retreat.

If it doesn't work once, then twice, one day the people on this land will explode with power that shocks the whole world!

The world is changing, everything depends on yourself, don't always think about world peace, life-threatening outbreaks will happen at any time in the future!

What about those people?

On the other side, some outsiders came to the man in the cap and pointed to a group of fake monks in the Buddhist monastery.

It was supposed to be a simple task, but more than 20 brothers died. Since we have already done it, we don't mind killing more. The man in the peaked cap looked at the fake monk in the monastery and said indifferently.

His subordinate hesitated and said, But they are all civilians!

How few civilians have you killed on the African battlefield? the peaked cap asked back.

I understand……

Now that the matter has already happened, I don't mind making it bigger. Killing one official Huaxia will not let them go. What's the difference between killing a hundred?

Then a group of fake monks in the monastery were horrified to find that those outsiders had pointed their guns at them.

Don't blame us for being cruel. If you want to blame, blame the dead monks outside. They all said that they didn't want to kill people, but they didn't listen. They killed our brothers. They didn't have time to seek revenge from their families, so they could only find something on you. interest!

Someone held a gun and said indifferently.

The words fell, gunshots rang out, and someone fell into a pool of blood.

The gunshots sounded and people fell, one after another.

Screams and desperate pleading are intertwined, this place is like hell, a place of pure Buddhism, but it has become a slaughterhouse!

In the corner of the monastery, an old monk tremblingly hugged a young monk who was only four or five years old. Seeing the bloody side before him, he had no choice but to despair.

Master, why did they kill people? The little monk asked ignorantly, facing the bloody scene in front of him, he didn't know what it meant to be afraid.

Because they are devils, animals in human skin, the old monk said tremblingly.

But they are obviously human

No, they are not human anymore, maybe they used to be, but when they kill people at will, they are no longer human.

Didn't the Buddha say that all human beings are kind?

Buddha is kind, because Buddha has the means to subdue demons. If Buddha wants people to be kind, he must be kind. Those who are not kind will be killed by Buddha.

? The little monk didn't understand.

The old monk said: Yiming, please remember, if you can survive and have great power in the future, you can let anyone be kind to you...

Before he could finish his sentence, a gunshot rang out, and the old monk fell down unwillingly with a bullet in his forehead.

Master, master, I think everyone is kind, but you haven't told me how to have the power to make people kind? The little monk asked the old monk who fell to the ground in fear.

But the old monk could no longer answer him.

Tears fell from his eyes, and the little monk cried, Master, how strong must a powerful force be to make everyone kind?

The little monk Yiming was ignorant and ignorant, and his innocence was fully revealed.

His simple thought seemed to be answered, the ancient clock that was originally being loaded by outsiders no longer chimed at a uniform frequency, trembled slightly, and resounded through the mountains and fields for tens of miles.

Immediately afterwards, there was a faint bronze light flickering on the ancient clock, and it immediately flew up, breaking away from the gravity and floating in the air above the head of the little monk.

This situation stunned a group of outsiders who were killing people, and they turned their attention to this side.

The little monk looked at the ancient clock above his head, then at the master's body, and finally looked at the people around him and cried, You are all bad people, you are not kind, the Buddha should kill you!

when!

After the little monk finished speaking, the ancient clock above his head rang loudly, the bronze body of the clock shone with light, and a circle of sound waves swept out.

That invisible sound wave is extremely miraculous, it's okay for a group of fake monks to be swept away, but after those outsiders were swept by the bell body, they seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer and fell to the ground, spurting blood and falling to the ground!

Is this a treasure that recognizes its owner? Everyone said so, but why isn't that person me? Little monk Yiming? How can he...

In the crowd, a young fake monk witnessed everything and muttered to himself, not to mention envy, jealousy and hatred.

In the dark, Qing He looked at Bai Yang with a puzzled expression, did he really recognize the Lord? A first-grade magic weapon to recognize the owner? What a joke.

I did it, Bai Yang said.

Of course, the first-grade magic weapon does not have the advanced function of recognizing the owner. Bai Yang just thought that the little monk named Yiming was pleasing to the eye, and then forcibly stamped Yiming's brand on the ancient clock. Using his strength, Xiao Yiming felt that those people should die, and Gu Zhong showed his terrifying strength!

Actuating the magic weapon requires the power of the soul, and Yiming's soul is fragile. Once Gu Zhong exerted his power, his face was pale, as if he would fall down at any time after a serious illness.

Fortunately, this is only a first-grade magic weapon for beginners. If it is more advanced, the little monk may have died after using the power this time.

This……

The outsiders should have all died under the sound of the bell, but at this moment, a person stood up unsteadily, looking at the ancient clock with a horrified expression and fiery eyes.

Standing up was the leader of the outsiders, the man in the peaked cap.

Seeing Yiming and Gu Zhong, he seemed to understand something, and walked towards the crumbling little monk Yiming step by step with fiery eyes.

Take the little monk away, and the ancient clock will be in hand, and it can also show extraordinary power!

boom!

At this moment, a person quickly appeared on the wall of the Buddhist monastery, looking at the scene in front of him with eyes full of anger.

The man in the peaked cap turned around abruptly, seeing the face of the person on the fence change, he quickly took out a small injection from his arms and stuck it in his body.

Those people at the bottom of the mountain are with you, right? They are all dead now, and you are next. You shouldn't come to Huaxia to try to snatch treasures! The people on the wall said indifferently.

In the dark, Bai Yang looked at the eyebrows raised by the people on the wall, thinking that they actually succeeded...