Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu, who were besieged by the chaotic army, and the man who was chased by the Zheng army's cavalry, each brandished the weapons in their hands and fought fiercely.

Among the cavalry of the Zheng army, there was a bald and round-faced man, wearing a shining silver armor, which was different from the black armor of the other soldiers, and was obviously the leader of this small group of men and horses.

He shouted at the Zheng army cavalry: "Don't kill Li Shimin!" The general wants to live. As for the other two rebels, they will be killed! ”

All the cavalry of the Zheng army roared and agreed.

Only then did Tang Lang know that the man who was chased and killed by the cavalry of the Zheng Army was Li Shimin, the "King of Qin" of the Tang Dynasty.

After only a few rounds of fighting, Tang Lang noticed that among the Zheng Jun cavalry in this team, there were several people with extremely high kung fu, obviously hard stubble.

And the leader of the Zheng army's cavalry, that is, the bald and round-faced man, is even stronger in kung fu, and is obviously a martial arts expert.

Tang Lang was almost unarmed by the bald and round-faced man several times, but fortunately, Zhang Xiaohu helped with a sword, and he escaped a catastrophe.

Li Shimin, who was the king of Qin in the Tang Dynasty, although he was surrounded in the heart of the battle array, because the bald and round-faced man issued a "non-killing order", his life was also saved, but he was slashed in the leg.

After another vicious battle, Tang Lang brandished the Mo knife, obviously only having the ability to parry, but not the power to fight back. At a glance, he saw Zhang Xiaohu's face dripping with blood, and his heart was even more panicked.

"Xiaohu, are you injured on the head?" Tang Lang asked.

"It's okay, I can still hold on!"

Although Zhang Xiaohu said so, he was obviously a little unable to support the onslaught of the Zheng army's cavalry led by the bald and round-faced man.

Tang Langxin said: It's over, it seems that Xiaohu and I can't guarantee it, and we are going to die in the nameless valley of Songshan today.

At this critical moment, above the valley, suddenly a group of white shadows flickered.

In just an instant, the group of white shadows flew to the road in the valley, but it was a group of bald monks, as many as a dozen people. These monks, all dressed in white shirts, clenched their hands tightly on their eyebrows, shouted and attacked the Zheng cavalry.

Tang Lang saw that someone was helping, and a fierce force suddenly surged in his heart, and Mo Dao started and killed a Zheng army cavalryman. He was able to free up his body and mind to look at that group of monks.

But I saw those bald monks, led by Master Tanzong, the leader of the Shaolin Temple's warrior monks.

"Master!"

Tang Lang secretly screamed.

He didn't dare to shout, so as not to expose the fact that Tanzong Temple had violated the rules of Shaolin Temple by accepting disciples.

Tan Zong held the Shaolin Qi Mei stick in his hand, and saw that the leader of the Zheng army's cavalry was the bald and round-faced man, so he directly smashed it at him.

When the bald-headed and round-faced man heard the strong wind, he relaxed his attack on Zhang Xiaohu and turned to fight with Master Tanzong.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't have the onslaught of the bald and round-faced man, and suddenly felt that the pressure disappeared, and for a while, he held a long sword, "brush, brush, brush, brush, ......" stabbed out six or seven swords in a row, and the swords and swords stabbed the Zheng cavalry who were besieging him.

In this way, Tang Lang, Zhang Xiaohu, and Li Shimin, who were originally at a disadvantage, were all relieved and turned into a strong attack.

With time to spare, Tang Lang took out dozens of Shaolin plum blossom cut wooden needles from the needle socket in his belt, and secretly shot at the five or six Zheng cavalry in front of him.

This time, he submerged his internal breath and applied the true qi in the dantian to his arm, making the strength of the plum blossom wood cutting needles stronger and tougher.

-- Since he silently practiced the "One Qi Zen" handed down by Master Daoxin, his cultivation has been very rewarding.

Dozens of Shaolin plum blossom wooden needles cut through the void, like ghosts, and shot into the faces of the five or six Zheng cavalrymen, making them scream in pain.

The cavalry of the Zheng army, who was shot by the wooden needle, stretched out his five fingers and wanted to pull out the needle on his face, but his hand did not dare to really pull it out, and his expression was extremely terrifying.

The Zheng cavalry, who was shot in the eye by a wooden needle, rolled directly from his horse to the ground, turning his body from side to side, screaming non-stop.

Tang Lang took the opportunity to raise his sword and kill several Zheng cavalry one after another.

The Shaolin stick monks headed by Tanzong are not low in Shaolin stick skills. One by one, they unfurled their Shaolin sticks, and the wind was so loud that they smashed those Zheng army cavalrymen on their backs.

Therefore, in less than half an hour, the 20 or so Zheng cavalry were all killed and wounded on the ground, and they were extremely arrogant.

In the field, only Master Tanzong and the bald and round-faced man of the Zheng army's cavalry leader were still fighting fiercely.

was able to fight with Master Tanzong, the leader of the warrior monks of Shaolin Temple, for more than 100 rounds, which shows that this bald and round-faced man is not weak in kung fu.

However, under the onslaught of Master Tanzong, the bald and round-faced man was already at a disadvantage.

The nearly thirty cavalrymen brought by this bald and round-faced man were all killed and wounded, how could he not panic in his heart, so he was very disappointed when he danced the Mo knife in his hand.

Fortunately, Master Tanzong's Qi Mei stick was made of mixed iron, otherwise, it would have been cut off by the Mo knife in the hand of the bald and round-faced man.

Although Tang Lang saw that the bald and round-faced man was at a disadvantage, he couldn't help but be anxious when he saw that he was beating him to death, and his right hand unconsciously stretched out into the needle sleeve on his waist and pinched out a few plum blossom wooden needles.

With the thumb and index finger of his right hand, he pinched the plum blossom wooden needles, and slapped the wrist of his right hand with the palm of his left hand! The plum blossom wooden needles pinched in his right hand shot out in an instant under the impact of his left hand, and silently pierced the back of the head of the bald and round-faced man.

The bald and round-faced man was pierced by several plum blossom wood needles in the back of his head, and his brain suddenly froze, and the hands holding the Mo knife slowed down by half a beat.

And at this time, Master Tanzong's eyebrow stick happened to smash towards the bald and round-faced man's head.

"Bang".

Master Tanzong beat the bald-headed and round-faced man to the ground with a stick and fainted.

At this point, all the Zheng cavalry were thrown to the ground by Tang Lang, Zhang Xiaohu, Tan Zong and Shaolin monks.

Tang Lang was overjoyed and said to Master Tanzong, "Master, why are you here?" ”

Tan Zong's face turned straight and said, "I had no time to run into the Shaolin Temple and shouted for help, saying that you and Xiaohu were besieged by a large number of Zheng army cavalry. Therefore, I brought these warrior monks to help! ”

Tang Lang said: "Alas, fortunately, the master came in time. Xiaohu and I almost couldn't hold it anymore. ”

At this time, Li Shimin came over, and came to Tang Lang, Zhang Xiaohu, Tan Zong and all the Shaolin monks, and said sincerely: "Under Li Shimin, thank you deeply for saving your lives. ”

"Li Shimin?" Tan Zong was stunned when he heard this.

Tang Lang saw Li Shimin's face with Chinese characters, heroic and compelling, his eyes were radiating the heat of fire, although he was wearing a gray-white half-used robe, it was difficult to hide his handsomeness and extraordinary, so he said to Master Tanzong: "Master, this is the second son of Li Yuan, the Tang Emperor of Chang'an, Li Shimin, who was named the 'King of Qin'. ”

When Li Shimin heard this, he glanced at Tang Lang and hurriedly said to everyone: "It's exactly below." ”

Tan Zong nodded, and saw that Li Shimin's leg was bleeding downward, and hurriedly said, "You have an injury on your leg?" ”

"Ah, it's just a small injury, it's okay......"

Before Li Shimin finished speaking, his whole body suddenly shook, his standing was unstable, and he soon fainted on the ground.

Master Tanzong said to a warrior monk: "Li Shimin has lost too much blood, quickly bandage him." Seeing Zhang Xiaohu's head and face bleeding, he said to another warrior monk: "Bandage Xiaohu too." ”

"- Master, are these monks your disciples?" Tang Lang asked suddenly.

Tan Zong nodded, pointed to the Shaolin Temple monks, and introduced Tang Lang one by one: "They are all disciples who follow me to practice kung fu, this is Sekong, Wukong, Likong, Semi-empty, Weikong, Xuankong, Daokong, Bukong, Zhicao, Zhiyin, Huiyang." ”

Tang Lang said: "Then plus you, Master, wouldn't you be the thirteen stick monks of Shaolin Temple!" ”

Tan Zong nodded and said, "Isn't it the thirteen Shaolin monks?" ”

Tang Lang walked over, pointed to the dead and wounded Zheng cavalry, and said to Master Tanzong: "Master, what to do with these Zheng cavalry?" ”

Tan Zong pronounced a Buddha horn and said: "Helping the gang to abuse should have this calamity!" Let it live and die! ”

"Master," Tang Lang said, "in my opinion, I can't leave a living mouth." Once these people returned to Luoyang City alive, they told Wang Ren that the thirteen monks of Shaolin Temple had saved Li Shimin, the king of Qin in the Tang Dynasty, and it was bound to bring a catastrophe to Shaolin Temple. The abbot has no other master, but he has always been cautious, lest he annoy King Zheng Wang Shichong. Please also think twice. ”

Tan Zong bowed his head and was silent, muttered for a long time, and said: "Shaolin Temple, it is the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, how can it be lost?" Wang Shichong and Wang Ren were tyrannical and unkind, and their generals were also murderous, and they had long been a public hazard in Luoyang. In that case, Tang Lang, let's go beyond them to the Western Elysium. ”

When Zhang Xiaohu heard this, he suddenly said loudly: "Master, let Xiaohu surpass them." ”

Tan Zong nodded silently.

Zhang Xiaohu held a long sword, his eyes were blood-red, and said to the seven or eight Zheng army cavalrymen who were seriously injured and had not yet died: "You have done a lot of evil, I, Zhang Xiaohu, will send you to the western sky." On the Huangquan Road, I met my father's legs and asked him for me to say hello! ”

"Plop Plop ......"

The sword light flashed, and the seven or eight seriously injured Zheng cavalry immediately settled the account.

Tan Zong ordered the twelve Shaolin Temple stick monks to dig a big pit and bury all the corpses of the Zheng cavalry, and the horses were all driven back to the Shaolin Temple.

After that, they finished cleaning the battlefield and slowly rushed to Nanwa Village.

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