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All he saw was Wang Chao's slightly squinted eyes, and the coldness in those eyes, which lingered.

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Feeling Wang Chao's murderous gaze, the monk was already tight in his heart.

Almost in an instant, Wang Chao was already furious, the white robe danced and rushed towards him, leaving only an afterimage in the wind.

Just when he was still ten meters away from the monk, Wang Chao's body suddenly flashed twice, and he appeared in front of him with a white jade glazed step.

The monk was startled and hurriedly raised his hand.

Wang Chao was lucky, and the Tianshan Six Suns Palm swiftly attacked the monk with the phantoms in the air like a flower and a saucer.

The monk never expected Wang Chao's speed to be so fast. He was like a ghost, without the slightest clue or trace.

The only thing he can do now is to resist with luck.

In the end, although Wang Chao's Tianshan Liuyang Palm was not directly received, the monk was also shocked and flew directly into the air.

Wang Chao chased after the victory, and did not give him a chance to breathe or land to unload.

The monk reluctantly relied on his cultivation of the Heaven and Human Realm to block one after another, but his body was already surging with blood, and there was a fishy smell in his throat, and he suffered internal injuries in a short period of time.

His eyes flickered slightly, and his figure suddenly paused in the air for a moment. When Wang Chao slapped his palm again, he took advantage of this and quickly dived towards Wang Yuyan and the others.

This monk has an honest and honest face, but he did not expect to be so cunning and cunning.

Seeing this, Wang Chao immediately understood his intention. The monk even planned to target several women as a bargaining chip to blackmail him.

With a cold snort, he used the white jade glazed step again to travel the ten-meter distance, and at the same time tapped his toes lightly and flew up.

The folding fan in his hand also turned into a sharp long sword at this time, and the cold blades shot in all directions under the sun.

Wang Chao's figure swept through the air, and the flying immortals from outside the sky had already used it, and the sword energy roared.

This sword is formed before the move is made, and the spirit stays after the move has been made.

Like a shocking light, like a long rainbow passing through the sky.

That sword glow revealed a pressing cold, and it was too sharp to resist.

The monk suddenly felt as if the bone marrow in his body was frozen.

He didn't have time to turn around, and before he had time to see it clearly, he was pierced by the long sword through his chest.

The monk opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

It's just that it's too late.

After all, he is in the realm of heaven and man. Even if the sword qi enters the body, he can still survive for a while, but no matter what, he can no longer resist the fast approaching Wang Chao.

He must die.

Wang Chao fluttered in front of the monk, clasped his neck with one hand, and ran the Beiming Divine Art in his body, mercilessly absorbing all his cultivation bases.

For those who threaten him, they must kill them quickly!

"System prompt: Congratulations to the player who has absorbed the power of sweeping monks through "Bei Ming Shen Gong", experience value +**."

This monk is worthy of being in the realm of heaven and man. This time, Wang Chao has actually obtained [-] million experience points, which is several times higher than those of the previous people.

After absorbing the power, the monk had completely turned into a corpse, and Wang Chao threw him aside with a flick of his arm.

The monks who had been careful not to be contaminated with blood before, were now lying with those broken corpses.

Good luck tricks people.

The long sword was withdrawn, Wang Chao turned around, and his indifferent eyes looked at the onlookers.

Seeing Wang Chao's eyes, they all trembled in unison and stepped back one after another in horror.

Some people couldn't stand the terrifying atmosphere, and they fled quickly, trying to get out of the Shaolin Temple and leave the place of right and wrong.

Seeing this, Wang Chao didn't say a word, he just waved his sleeve robe, and his true essence burst out.

Those who fled in panic didn't even have time to resist, they turned into a corpse in this open space, and died extremely quickly.

Some people didn't even react, and when the corpse fell next to them, their legs trembled with fright.

Raise your hands, kill again, kill with one move, and show no mercy.

This made everyone present even more afraid to move, not even to let out the air, they all held their breaths and looked at Wang Chao with a pair of eyes full of fear.

The Shaolin Temple fell eerily into complete silence.

I could only hear the slight wind blowing past my ears.

After all, the ceremony has become a memorial service.

At this time, everyone also discovered that the most tormented thing was not Wang Chao's action, but precisely that he did not.

No one knows what he is thinking now, no one knows whether he will act in the next moment, whether he will kill someone in the next second.

The fear of the unknown is the most terrifying.

After a long time, Xuan Ci, the abbot of Shaolin, had to speak, but at this time he looked like he was a dozen years older than before, his straight body was slightly hunched, and his face was full of sadness.

With a hoarse voice, he asked Xiang Wang Chao, "Do you have to kill them all?"