Ye Fan led Xiao Zhao out of the cave and looked for the road, although the mountain road was rugged, he showed his light skills, running between the mountains, like walking on flat ground. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Passing by the middle of the mountain, I saw that there were many corpses lying on the mountainside, and blood was splashed in the snow, which proved that there had been a tragic battle here not long ago.

These people all had sword wounds on their bodies, several of them were dressed in Ming religious clothes, and some of them were monks, who seemed to be children of the Shaolin sect.

Ye Fan's heart sank slightly, and he said, "It's not good! We've been in the belly of the mountain for too long, and the people of the six major factions have already attacked! ”

He hurriedly pulled Xiao Zhao and followed the footprints in the snow to the mountain, but saw corpses in disarray along the way, most of them were Mingjiao disciples, but there were also many disciples of the six major sects. I think they had been delayed in the belly of the mountain for a few hours, and the six major factions had already launched a fierce attack.

The two continued to go up the mountain, and when they were about to reach the top of the mountain, suddenly there was a whirring wind, and two steel darts were thrown behind them, followed by someone shouting: "Who is it?" Stop! ”

Ye Fan didn't stop at his feet, waved his hand back, and the two steel darts immediately flew back upside down, only to hear a miserable cry of "ah", and someone fell to the ground.

When he turned around, he saw a gray-robed monk lying on the ground, and the two steel darts had been nailed to his right shoulder.

"The monks are compassionate, and the master's murderous intentions are too heavy!" Ye Fan said coldly, fortunately it was him just now, if he was an ordinary person, he would definitely die on the spot.

"The evil devil is crooked, and everyone will be punished!" Unbeknownst to him, the monk was extremely fierce, although the blood on his shoulders was gushing like a spring, he still flew up and kicked Ye Fan in the lower abdomen.

Ye Fan's face was cold, the golden air flow surging all over his body, his right palm slapped out violently, and the violent wind blew the monk out of breath, and the monk was stunned, and he had already flown out upside down, and with a "boom" on his back, he hit a tree, spurting blood in his mouth, and obviously couldn't survive.

Now Ye Fan is in the top five divine skills, let alone him, even if he is the head of Shaolin, it is estimated that it will be difficult to take this palm. He didn't want this monk, but good words are hard to persuade the damned ghost, this monk has a vicious mind, and it can only be tragic when he meets him.

The two of them ran all the way, skirted the garden, passed through two small gates to the back mountain, and a large square appeared in front of them. The black pressure on the field was full of people, and the number of Xishou was small, and nine out of ten were drenched in blood, sitting or lying, which was the side of Mingjiao.

The few people led by him were obviously seriously injured, and it seemed that the situation had already been succeeded by Cheng Kun, the Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt, but to Ye Fan's slight disappointment, he did not meet that Cheng Kun in the secret passage of the Ming Sect.

The number of people in the east was several times larger, divided into six piles, and it was the six major factions, and these six groups of people implicitly surrounded Mingjiao. Ye Fan looked left and right, and at a glance, he saw Zhang Wuji and Spider also standing in the crowd.

It's just that all of Zhang Wuji's attention now is focused on the old man in that scene, and he didn't notice Ye Fan's arrival at all.

The old man was burly, with long eyebrows and a hooked nose, like an eagle's beak. It is none other than Yin Tianzheng, one of the four major apologetics of Mingjiao.

Before that, he had already defeated Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Mo Shenggu, and Song Yuanqiao of the Wudang faction in a row, but he himself suffered a lot of internal and external injuries, and his face was blue and white for a while, and it was obvious that he was at the end of the crossbow.

Tang Wenliang, one of the five elders of the Kongtong faction, saw that Yin Tianzheng was seriously injured, and it was a great opportunity to make a name for himself, so he immediately stood up and struck in the air.

Yin Tianzheng reluctantly got up, and was about to concentrate on receiving the call, when suddenly a figure flashed in front of him, and then he heard a "bang", and then a miserable scream was endless.

Everyone was taken aback, and when they looked at it, there was already a young man in white in the field, and Tang Wenliang had already fallen three feet away, and his whole body was convulsed.

"Everyone is polite, in Xia Ye Fan, dare to ask both sides to stop fighting!" Ye Fan said lightly with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, he is dressed in white and snowy, with a graceful demeanor, like a generation of grandmasters.

There were many people in the crowd who were not calm, and they could be described as thunderous for Ye Fan, who snatched the Exterminator's Heavenly Sword. Now seeing him come out for the Demon Sect again, he can't help but feel a big headache.

However, there are still many people who don't know this Ye Fan, and someone immediately asked, "Who is Your Excellency?" Do you think you are the supreme martial arts? ”

Before Ye Fan could speak, Xiao Zhao on the side suddenly stopped, and she said loudly: "Hmph! What is the supreme martial arts, my husband is a man among the gods, known as the hundred Xiaosheng of the rivers and lakes. This time, he knew that someone was planning a big conspiracy, so he came to resolve your grievances. ”

These words were all taught to Xiao Zhao by Ye Fan when he came, no matter how powerful his martial arts are, if the six major sects are together, but saliva can drown him. Therefore, you can only salute first and then soldier, if it really can't work, then this can speak with your fists.

"Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng? A big conspiracy? For a while, everyone was talking, and they didn't know if what Ye Fan said was true or false.

At this moment, a tall old man with a hunched back in the Kongtong faction stepped out and said: "The surname is Ye, I don't care what your origin is, since you injured my third brother Tang, this Liangzi will be tied with our Kongtong faction, as long as you can take my three moves and seven injuries empty-handed, our Kongtong faction will be compared with the grievances of the Mingjiao, how about it, do you dare?" ”

This old man is Zong Weixia, one of the five elders of Kongtong, he has seen Ye Fan's light skills, and knows that if you talk about body methods, no one in the field is the opponent of this young man, but if the fists are opposite, compared with the internal strength, he believes that relying on his decades of internal strength, he can win the battle of the Seven Wounds Boxing.

"Okay, let's make a decision." Ye Fan smiled faintly and said: "Kongtong Seven Injuries Fist has been known for a long time, the five elements of the human body, the heart belongs to fire, the lungs belong to gold, the kidneys belong to water, the spleen belongs to earth, the liver belongs to wood, plus the two qi of yin and yang, one practice seven injuries, all seven are injured."

These seven wounds are the best of refining, the fist is rigid and soft, soft and rigid, and the seven fists are different, the swallow and spike are flickering, and the changes are varied, and the opponent is really difficult to prevent and unstoppable......"

Zong Weixia couldn't help but smile when he heard him praise the wonders of the Seven Injuries Fist, and couldn't help nodding, but he heard Ye Fan continue: "However, your internal skills have not been practiced at all, and you have already injured yourself by these Seven Injuries Fist, so it's okay if you don't practice......

Zong Weixia's heart moved, and he was about to ask for advice, when he suddenly heard a person behind him shouting: "What is the second brother instigating with this kid Luo?" He looked down on our Seven Wounds Fist, so he let him eat my punch and taste it. ”

The voice stopped his fist, and the shot was fast and ruthless, whirring the wind, and the punch was aimed at the Lingtai acupoint on Ye Fan's back and hit directly.

This punch was fast and fierce, even if it was a big tree in front of him, it would be broken by a punch, unexpectedly, Ye Fan didn't pay attention to it at all, he took the other party's punch as if he was nothing.

That person is Chang Jingzhi, who is the fourth among the five elders of Kongtong. He hit the opponent's key point with one punch, and when he saw Ye Fan unconscious, he was surprised, and rushed out: "Could it be ...... You...... Have you already practiced Vajra is not bad? ”

Ye Fan shook his head and smiled: "It's not that my King Kong is not bad, but your kung fu has not reached home at all, if you don't believe it, you might as well try a few more punches." ”

Chang Jingzhi was furious when he heard this, his fist was like the wind, and he attacked seven more punches in an instant. Seventy-seven forty-nine, more than forty forces before and after, all of them really hit the other party, not to mention that Ye Fan is flesh and blood, even if it is a copper wall, it will be pierced on the spot.

However, what surprised Chang Jingzhi was that Ye Fan was smiling at so many punches, and he didn't seem to be about itchy, and more than forty heavy hands that opened the stele and cracked the stone were like a breeze blowing through his body, and he was caressing his body with soft silk.

"Well, I said you can't do it, you still don't believe it." Ye Fan smiled coldly at Chang Jingzhi and said, "Since you've fought enough, next, take my punch!" ”