Porter of Two Worlds - Chapter 971

Fighting broke out suddenly.

The sound of gunfire roared, the roar growled, the screams were screaming, the shouts were sorrowful, and a mess.

The bullet flew across the body, blood splattered, and hit the buildings on the ground. The millennium ancient temple was being destroyed.

More than a hundred monks attacked the people who snatched the ancient clock. The monk was killed and wounded nearly half as soon as he fought. The remaining people were not afraid of death. They set aside life and death and used life to protect the ancient clock from being taken away. .

A monk with rapid action rushed into the enemy group and engaged in a head-on battle. The fierce side was revealed, punched, and the enemy's neck was broken with a single click, and the enemy's lower body was broken in the sound of clicking. The enemy's heart!

The short soldiers met, and the frontal killing was the most bloody. A group of monks recruited deadly and greeted the enemy's fragile places. All the main purpose was to kill the enemy.

Perhaps the monks who have nourished the earth have improved their physique and their fierce combat effectiveness, but they are always out of reach of the firearms. After killing more than ten enemies, most of their injuries have been killed!

"Since it has already started, we have all slaughtered. Notify the logistics and drag the Huaxia military police to cover us and evacuate!"

The man in the peaked cap screamed and yelled, and his shaking hands were three shots. Each shot took the life of a monk. The pistol seemed to have life in his hands. Where did he hit it? .

Bang bang ...

After receiving the order, the gunfire was louder and denser. With less than a minute of cross-fire, fewer than a hundred monks could stand.

From the beginning of the fight to the present, less than two minutes have passed, and foreign elements have prevailed over the monks.

They have guns. Under the premise that the difference in physical fitness is not too great, no matter how high the martial arts are, they are afraid of bullets, and the enemy does not give too many opportunities for close combat.

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

The burly monk who appeared to negotiate had a distorted face and eyes full of pain. His brother, who had been smiling a while ago, was now separated from the heavens, and he rushed to the cap in desperation.

He saw that the other party was the leader, and even if the trend had gone, he would kill the other party!

"He is mine. Let me teach you the so-called seventy-two stunts. I don't know how many you have practiced!"

The peak cap said the pistol back to his waist and waved his hand to stop his men from firing.

He squeezed his fists, and his body clicked and clicked, his body slightly slumped, and he rushed out like a cheetah. The two sides approached quickly, but there was only one face to face, and the man in the peaked cap banged on the burly monk's chest.

Click, oh ...!

The monk's chest and abdomen collapsed, and the sternum did not know how much it had broken.

The man in the peaked cap stood up and patted his legs and disdainly said, "This is the so-called monk? It's hard to beat. It seems that you have really been peaceful for too long. The so-called martial arts has been reduced to a pleasing style for people to enjoy. Disappointed!"

"You!" The burly monk was furious, pointing back at what the other person wanted to say, but he couldn't lift it and fell to the ground.

In all fairness, the group of monks were incomparable. They hit one or two dozen ordinary people as if they were playing, but met a group of more fierce outsiders.

Bai Yang, who had observed in secret, sighed. Huaxia was really calm for too long. Although the monks' military force was worthy, but there was one less murderous one, one less indomitable, and one less desperate. As they were, It was so unbearable when facing a group of **** outsiders.

This is actually a matter of no means. Chinese people practice martial arts and rarely have the chance of real life fighting. How can they use their own force to exert the greatest lethality without experiencing life-and-death combat?

"If the monk is not shocked by the killing intention of the other party, if it is decisive, at least it can hurt the other party, unfortunately," Qing He sighed, standing at her height, of course, can see where the difference between the two sides is.

"This is only temporary. The people on this land have been peaceful for too long. They have been smashed by songs and dances to kill their blood. Qinghe. After the people on this land have experienced blood and fire, you can't imagine how powerful their fighting power will erupt. "It just takes a while, you will know later," Bai Yang calmly said.

He didn't do anything to save the monks, not because he was indifferent, but because people in this land needed something to awaken their blood, without experiencing despair, people in this land could always make excuses for their weakness.

If it doesn't work once, it will happen twice, and one day people on this earth will burst out with a power that shocks the whole world!

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

"What about those people?"

On the other side, someone from outside came to the peaked cap man and asked a group of fake monks in the Zen courtyard.

"It was supposed to be a very simple task, but more than twenty brothers died. Now that you have started, you don't mind killing more." The cap man looked indifferently to the fake monk in the Zen Temple.

His men were hesitant: "But they are all civilians!"

"Few civilians you kill on the African battlefield?" Asked the peaked cap.

"I understand……"

Now that things have happened, don't mind making them bigger, killing an official government Huaxia will not let them go, what's the difference between killing a hundred?

Next, a group of fake monks in the temple discovered in horror that those outsiders actually aimed their guns at them.

"Don't blame our cruelty and blame, just blame the gang of dead monks outside. They said they didn't want to kill or just didn't listen. They killed our brothers. They didn't have time to avenge their families. Interest! "

Someone said indifferently with a gun.

The words fell, gunfire sounded, and someone fell into a pool of blood.

The shots fell, one after another.

Screams and desperate intercessions are intertwined. This place is like hell, a clean place for the Buddha, but it has become a slaughterhouse!

In the corner of the Zen courtyard, an old monk tremblingly embraced a young monk who was only four or five years old. He saw the **** side in front of him. There was nothing he could do but despair.

"Master, why are they killing people?" The little monk asked ignorantly, and he didn't know what to fear in the face of the **** picture in front of him.

"Because they are devil, beasts in human skin," the old monk cried.

"But they are clearly human."

"No, they are no longer human, maybe they were once, but when they shot and killed at will, they were no longer human."

"Don't the Buddha say that people's hearts are all kind?"

"The Buddha is kind, because the Buddha has the means to lower the devil. If the Buddha wants to be kind, he must be kind, and those who are not kind are killed by the Buddha."

"?" The little monk didn't understand.

The old monk said: "Yi Ming, you remember, if you can live and have strong power in the future, you can make whoever you want to be kind ..."

Before the words were over, the gunfire sounded, and the old monk's eyebrows fell with unwillingness.

"Master, master, I think everyone is kind, but you haven't told me how to have a kind force that makes people kind." The little monk asked the old monk in fear.

But the old monk was unable to answer him.

With tears in his eyes, the young monk cried, "Master, how powerful is a powerful force in order to make everyone kind?"

The little monk ignored ignorance, showing the heart of the child.

His simple thought seemed to have been answered. The ancient clock that was originally being loaded by outsiders no longer hummed at a uniform frequency, trembling gently, and a buzzing sound rang through the mountains for dozens of miles.

Immediately after that, there was a faint bronze light flashing on the ancient bell, and then it flew up and out of gravity to float in the air above the head of the little monk.

This situation suddenly stunned a group of outsiders who were killing people, and they set their sights on this side.

The young monk looked at the ancient bell above his head, looked at the body of the master, and finally cried to the people around him: "You are all bad people, all of you are not kind, the Buddha should kill you!"

when!

After the young monk had said these words, the ancient bell above his head was ringing, the bronze light of the bell flashed, and a circle of sound waves swept out.

The invisible sound waves are amazing. A group of fake monks have been swept away, but after the outsiders were swept by the bell body, they seemed to be hit by a hammer and fell to the ground and bleed to death!

"Is this the treasure confession of the Lord? It's all said in the above, but why isn't that person me? A little monk with a blockbuster? He can't ..."

A young fake monk in the crowd witnessed everything muttering to himself ~ ~ let alone envy, hate and hate.

Secretly, Qing He looked at Poplar with a puzzled face. Did he really recognize the Lord? Recognize one piece by one piece of art? Just kidding.

"I did it," Bai Yang said.

Of course, Yipin has not yet recognized the advanced functions of the master. Bai Yang just felt that the little monk called Yiming was pleasing to the eye, and then forcibly slammed the ancient bell. It was considered to recognize the master, and the masterware followed the master's mentality. Exerting strength, Xiao Yiming felt that those people should be damned, and Gu Zhong showed his terrible power!

Energizing the instrument requires the power of the soul. Yiming itself is fragile, and Gu Zhong exerts his strength once. His entire face is pale, like a serious illness, it will fall at any time.

Fortunately, this is only a first-class instrument. If it is more advanced, the monk with a small power this time is probably dead.

"This……"

The outsiders should have all died under the bell, but at this time a person stood up shaking, looking at Gu Zhong with a look of horror and eyes.

Standing up was the leader of the outsider, the cap man.

Seeing Yiming and the ancient bell, he seemed to understand something, with fiery eyes step by step toward the shaky little monk.

Take away the little monk, the ancient bell is at hand, and it can show extraordinary power!

boom!

At this moment, a person on the wall of the Zen courtyard quickly appeared there, looking at the picture in front of him with anger.

The man in the peaked cap turned abruptly, seeing the face on the wall change, and quickly took a small injection from his arms and pierced himself.

"Those people under the mountain are with you? They are all dead now, and you are next. You shouldn't come to Huaxia in an attempt to **** treasures!" The people on the wall said indifferently.

Secretly, Bai Yang raised his eyebrows at the people on the fence and said that they had succeeded ...