Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

Enraged, Zuo Zimu roared, "Charge! Take them both down!"

Sikong Xuan, standing to the side, also had a grim face. He waved his hand and said, "Attack together! Let's finish this quickly!"

Suddenly, the Wuliang Sword Sect and the Shennong Gang formed a temporary united front.

"You brat, you little punk, die!"

"Let you show off!"

"In your next life, don't meddle in other people's business!"

"..."

With shouts and cries, the crowd surged towards Duan Yu and Zhong Ling, attacking them relentlessly!

"what?!"

Zhong Ling never expected that these people would attack so suddenly, and that they would attack without any sense of martial ethics.

She exclaimed in surprise and reacted quickly by patting the small leather pouch at her waist.

A gray shadow leaped out like lightning—it was her beloved Lightning Sable!

The lightning weasel was incredibly fast, leaving several afterimages in the air.

Several screams were heard as the people at the front were bitten on the wrists or arms by the lightning weasel.

He was immediately sent flying backward, and at the same time, the wound quickly turned black, clearly indicating poisoning.

The next second, the Lightning Sable made a nimble turn in the air and pounced straight at Zuo Zimu.

Before Zuo Zimu could react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist as he was bitten by the lightning weasel, and the wound quickly turned black.

He was terrified and gathered his strength, striking out with a powerful palm!

"Snapped!"

The palm strike hit the Lightning Sable's hind leg, and it let out a sharp squeak in pain.

It twisted in the air, then, without lingering, transformed into a gray shadow and darted into the nearby woods, disappearing from sight.

"Merde!"

When Zhong Ling saw that the injured Lightning Sable had escaped, she cried out in alarm and tried to chase after it, but was blocked by more people who surrounded her.

Zuo Zimu clutched his injured hand, both shocked and furious. "Surround them! Surround them for me!"

"I've got them all figured out. Even the Buddha can't save them, I'm telling you!"

Chapter 35 Rescuing the Soldier

"Kill them!"

Zuo Zimu waved his hand with a ferocious expression.

The cold glint of swords, scalpels, and medicine hoes instantly illuminated the pale faces of Duan Yu and Zhong Ling.

Upon seeing this, Duan Yu turned around and said to Zhong Ling with deep affection, "Miss Zhong, I have been a burden to you... I'm sorry."

Although Zhong Ling was scared, she still stubbornly raised her chin and said, "It's okay, I just can't stand them bullying the weak with numbers!"

"In that case..."

Duan Yu took a deep breath, "Then... we'll have company on the road to the Yellow Springs."

"Ok!"

Zhong Ling nodded heavily, looking as if she were going to her death with great courage.

Damn it!

Zuo Zimu, Sikong Xuan, and the disciples around them holding swords and hoes all twitched at the corners of their mouths.

To be honest, when people are extremely speechless, they really do want to laugh.

What's wrong with these two's thought processes? Why are they acting out Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai here?!

"What are you standing there for? Kill him..."

Zuo Zimu roared in exasperation.

As if waking from a dream, everyone brandished their swords, and it seemed that Duan Yu and Zhong Ling were about to perish under the hail of blades...

"Amitabha."

Just then, a peaceful and melodious Buddhist chant, like a morning bell and evening drum, clearly entered the ears of everyone present.

Upon hearing this voice, Zuo Zimu completely broke down.

He was nearly driven to madness, his inner voice screaming, "Will this ever end?!"

"Can't you all show up together? One after another, are you kidding me?!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a little monk standing not far away.

Although he was dressed in simple monk's robes, his handsome face and otherworldly temperament were still evident.

Especially those deep, calm eyes, which seemed to see right through people's hearts.

Zhong Ling felt her heart beat faster for no apparent reason, and blurted out, "What a handsome young man!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Yu also noticed Chen Mo, seeing that the other was younger than him.

His appearance was even more handsome than hers, and for no reason, a sense of comparison arose in her heart.

Seeing that Zhong Ling looked like she'd never seen a handsome guy before, he felt even more annoyed.

Zuo Zimu was enraged by the repeated interruptions, even though the bite wound on his wrist from the lightning weasel was causing him a tingling, itchy, and stinging sensation.

But in his view, dealing with a young-looking monk was a piece of cake.

Without another word, a glint flashed in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand, carrying a fierce aura, pierced straight towards Chen Mo's chest.

"Where did this wild monk come from, daring to interfere in the affairs of my Wuliang Sword Sect?!"

"Die!"

He wanted to take down this monk with swift and decisive action, as a warning to others!

Faced with this thunderous sword strike, Chen Mo didn't even lift his eyelids.

Mahakasyapa's protective aura!

An invisible yet substantial and incredibly resilient aura instantly emanated from his body.

Ding!

A dull, unusual sound!

That sword strike, powerful enough to pierce gold and split rocks, seemed to have struck an invisible wall of copper and iron!

The sword tip was three inches away from Chen Mo's body when it could no longer advance an inch!

A gentle yet incredibly powerful counterforce traveled along the sword, making his arm numb and his blood surge.

The sinister smile on Zuo Zimu's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme horror.

The pupils suddenly contracted!

Holy crap, this time they've got a real tough nut to crack!

He reacted extremely quickly, knowing he had kicked a hornet's nest, and without hesitation, immediately suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body.

He abruptly sheathed his sword and retreated, a smile that looked more like a grimace instantly appearing on his face.

He immediately bowed and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Chen Mo, his tone making a complete 180-degree turn, "I...I was blind and offended the master, please forgive me!"

Sikong Xuan, the leader of the Shennong Gang, who was also planning to take action, saw this scene clearly.

He was even more cunning than Zuo Zimu. He immediately suppressed all hostility, stepped forward, and bowed deeply to Chen Mo.

He adopted an extremely humble posture, saying, "I am Sikong Xuan from the Shennong Gang. May I ask what guidance you have for me, Master?"

"There may have been some misunderstanding between us and these two just now."

Chen Mo smiled slightly, pointed at Duan Yu, and said calmly, "Amitabha."

"This young master Duan is the descendant of an old friend of mine, and can be considered my junior."

"I wonder how he offended you two, causing you to turn against each other with weapons?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked. "Holy crap! Sure enough, this kid has a powerful background!"

"No wonder you've been so fearless from the moment you spoke!"

Duan Yu, who was called out, looked bewildered and somewhat unconvinced.

"Hey!"

He yelled at Chen Mo, "You...you little monk, don't spout nonsense here!"

"When did I, Duan Yu, become your junior?"

"I don't know you at all!"

You should know that I am the son of the Prince of Zhennan in Dali, yet this little monk actually claims to be my elder.

This is absolutely outrageous!

But Chen Mo smiled without saying a word, raised his hand and waved it, and a gentle yet overwhelming force silently surged out, rippling out like water.

The disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect and Shennong Gang who were still surrounding Duan Yu and Zhong Ling felt an irresistible force approaching.

Amidst gasps of alarm, they were all jolted back, stumbling and falling more than three meters away.

hiss!

Everyone present gasped instantly, their scalps tingling with fear!

This little monk… no, this master, is he perhaps some reclusive master with the secret to eternal youth, or some old monster in human skin?!

"Let's go, I'll take you down the mountain."

Chen Mo didn't even glance at the mess behind him. He said something indifferently to Duan Yu and Zhong Ling, then turned and left.

"Wait for me, handsome!"