"Your Excellency, what is the way?"

He Zudao had left a note as early as ten days ago, stating that the three saints of Kunlun would visit Shaolin, coupled with the instigation of the three monks of the Western Regions who had fled in embarrassment, Shaolin naturally thought that the other party was also the same as those pretentious masters in the past to challenge Shaolin.

And because the strength of the three monks of the Western Regions is no less than the first seat of the first courtyard in the Shaolin Temple, and they have been beaten by others when they join forces, so for the sake of insurance, Abbot Tianming not only summoned all the masters of the same generation, but even the seven older generations of the hidden cultivators were also called out.

Just looking at such a battle, we know that although the Shaolin Temple has gradually declined since the Tianlong, and suffered from the rebellion of the fire foreman Tuo seventy years ago, it is still not the first major faction in martial arts.

It's just that the eyes of these people don't seem to be very good, and they actually regard Mu Du as He Zudao.

Of course, it may be that Mu Dui's outfit is too conspicuous, at least compared to He Zudao, who is thin and sunken cheeks behind Guo Xiang, his image should be more worthy of the title of Kunlun Three Sages.

"Humph! I am the Three Sages of Kunlun He Zudao! "Being compared to Mu Du in front of Guo Xiang, this is absolutely unacceptable to He Zudao.

So in the cold snort at the beginning, he had already infused his powerful internal force, and the faces of these Shaolin monks changed greatly.

I don't know why there are people in Xiaoao Jianghu who have cultivated the Yijin Sutra in the Condor Trilogy, but it is practiced by five people, these Shaolin masters, even if they are old monks of the older generation who are already seventy or eighty years old, are not as good as He Zudao, who is only in his early thirties, compared to his internal strength, which makes them suddenly know that He Zudao is not easy to mess with.

All of a sudden, Shaolin abbot Tianming was about to admit it.

"He Shizhu's martial arts are world-famous, the old man admires it in his heart, forget about this competition or something, our temple is willing to admit defeat——"

In the original work, He Zudao was supposed to pretend to be a modest prevarication competition, but Shaolin's side was forced to compare, but now it is completely reversed because of Mu Dusk.

"Not comparable?" He Zudao sneered in his heart, "It's not better than how can I let Miss Xiang'er see me!" ”

"Originally, I was just accepting someone's entrustment to give a message to Master Jueyuan of your temple——"

Tianming was cunning and cunning, and without waiting for He Zudao to finish speaking, he shouted to the people around him: "Quick, find Jueyuan for He Shizhu!" ”

"......" was interrupted like this, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he was embarrassed to say what he was about to say.

"I have heard that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, since the abbot master is unwilling to use swords and fists, then it is better to try it in another way!"

Afraid that Tianming would say something again, He Zudao immediately took out the Tibetan sword from the piano and gestured it on the hard ground after he finished speaking.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a giant chessboard with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared in front of everyone, and each side of the meter was an astonishing one inch wide and five inches deep.

"Shhhh

"What kind of internal cultivation is this, and it is so terrifying?!"

"On the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that the only people who can have such cultivation at his age are the Central Plains Five Uniques and the later Guo Jing and Yang Guo..."

Well, there were still people here in Shaolin Temple who were not very willing, but now they finally all confessed.

"He Shizhu's martial arts shocked the past and the present (you read that right, it was indeed written in the original book), our temple is not an opponent, this competition should be stopped!"

"......" Hearing Tianming's words, Mu Dui suddenly had a black line at his end.

"Nima, whether it is the Shaolin Temple in Tianlong or the Shaolin Temple in Xiaoao, although people don't take the initiative to cause trouble, they are never afraid of things, why did they come to you so cowardly? Still meow's shocking ancient and modern?! He Zudao's skill is not even as good as the proof that he has cultivated the Yi Jin Sutra in Xiao Ao! You actually use words like earthquake to describe the past and the present, can Zhen Nyima have a face? ”

If it were usual, Shaolin Temple would give face so much, and He Zudao would also give up the competition.

It's just that when he looked back and saw Guo Xiang, he still didn't pay attention to him (nonsense, what's so nice about you struggling to draw a chessboard on the ground?). He suddenly felt: "No, it seems that this is not enough!" ”

"What? Isn't there even a person in the huge Shaolin Temple who dares to play chess with He? He Zudao's aggressive appearance made the faces of the Shaolin monks on the opposite side even more ugly, if it weren't for the scruples about their faces, maybe they all rushed up to teach He Zudao what it means to be overpowered.

Fortunately, when Tianming was unsure whether to make a move, Jueyuan came.

There was a jingling sound, and Jueyuan, who had his feet wrapped around a large iron chain the thickness of an ordinary person's wrist and two iron buckets on his shoulders, came.

He had seen the scene of He Zudao drawing the chessboard and forcing the Shaolin Temple to fight in the distance just now, and regarded this as his own Jueyuan, who immediately took a deep breath, poured a body of Jiuyang True Qi into his feet and walked towards the chessboard.

I saw that with every step he took fell, there was a footprint half a foot deep that just erased the checkerboard line.

At this time, even He Zudao was shocked and looked like he had seen a ghost.

He was able to leave a half-foot-deep chessboard line on the ground, which was borrowed from the sword in his hand, and Jueyuan, although he was punished for losing the Lenga Sutra and was carrying a weight of nearly two hundred catties, but the impact on the bluestone ground was negligible, that is to say, he relied purely on a pure and extremely deep Jiuyang True Qi to step on it with a pair of fleshy feet.

This is much more difficult than He Zudao, and it can even be said that the internal cultivation of the two of them is not at the same level at all.

Although Jueyuan did not deliberately cultivate, his Nine Yang True Qi was much more behind than Huang Yaoshi and Yi Deng, and it could almost be compared to Yang Guo and Guo Jing who had cultivated the Nine Yin True Scripture.

"The master's internal strength is beyond reach, so it's better to compare swordsmanship next!" He Zudao said with an ugly face, I originally wanted to suppress Shaolin, but I didn't expect that a Jueyuan would have such a deep internal skill, in order to show his face in front of Guo Xiang, he immediately had to come up with his real means of pressing the bottom of the box - Thunder Swordsmanship!

Although the name of the Thunder Sword Technique sounds a little inconspicuous, it is the supreme sword technique in the southwest and even the entire Western Regions in this era, and it is precisely by relying on this set of sword techniques that He Zudao can create such a big name at the age of about thirty.

Otherwise, who knows who he is based on his piano and chess skills? Not to mention that he is a saint of piano and chess, so this set of swordsmanship is what He Zudao is most proud of.

Without waiting for Jueyuan to open his mouth to refuse, He Zudao had already stabbed out with a sword.

Everyone saw that the snow-bright sword body was lit up with a bright white sword light that was a foot long, and it stabbed at Jueyuan with a stunned face like lightning.

What does a foot-long sword mean? The sword light is not equal to sword qi, it is not equal to palm power, but it is an entity-like material attack formed by the extreme condensation of true qi.

Even if he was made a sword god in the Tianlong era, Zhuo Bufan, who didn't dare to underestimate Murong Fu, could only condense a one-foot-long sword.

In other words, even if this He Zudao was placed in the Tianlong period more than a hundred years ago, it was enough to be regarded as a second-rate peak close to a first-class master.

And his opponent Jueyuan, although he has a profound Jiuyang Divine Skill, he has not learned any fist and foot kung fu, not even the most basic Luohan boxing in Shaolin. Therefore, in the face of He Zudao's lightning-fast sword, Jueyuan panicked all of a sudden, and he didn't know how to resist at all.

Fortunately, the profound Jiuyang True Qi greatly increased his speed and strength, and with his instinctive reaction in the panic, Jueyuan picked up the large iron bucket that was one meter high on his shoulder with the greatest strength and blocked it in front of him.

"Ding—"

A sharp sound of gold and iron sounded.

Jue Yuan didn't know how to infuse the true qi into the blade, so this time it was just a lot of strength, under the attack of He Zudao's long sword attached to the sword, the iron bucket that was two or three centimeters thick was pierced through, and Jue Yuan almost died under this sword.

But fortunately, He Zudao's sword was only one foot, and at the same time, he didn't dare to pierce the long sword too deep for fear of being thrown away by the huge power of the iron bucket.

It's just that the blow is useless, and he continues to make moves without stopping.

The Thunder Sword is better than a sword, forcing Jueyuan to be in danger, but the defensive area of those two big iron buckets is really large enough, plus Jueyuan, who has spent the initial panic, gradually calmed down, and He Zudao's swordsmanship became more and more powerless against him.

Now He Zudao is finally in a hurry.

Although the Thunder Sword Technique is good, it is extremely consuming of true qi, especially the one-foot-long sword is not easy to maintain, but if it is dispersed, Guo Xiang next to him is still watching.

Thinking about it, He Zudao was still in danger in the end.

"Medium!"

Drawing out the sword again, this time the long sword in He Zudao's hand shook out a sword flower in an instant, and with the help of the power of the sword, it directly shattered the iron bucket that Jueyuan was blocking in front of him.

Seeing that he was about to die under this sword, the Jiuyang True Qi in Jueyuan's body exploded, and his hands were closed and he used his palms to clamp the tip of He Zudao's sword with both palms under the impossibility of this.

"This will work too?!"

Mu Du was really speechless when he saw this scene, he was going to take action when he saw that Jueyuan was going to lose, but he didn't expect Jueyuan to turn defeat into victory in such a way.

Yes, although the two of them couldn't hold each other for a while after Jueyuan clamped the tip of the sword, it seemed to Mu Du that Jueyuan had already won.

Unless He Zudao abandons the sword in his hand, the two will become a situation of competing for internal strength, and the result is obviously that Jueyuan won, and Jiuyang's true qi is by no means comparable to He Zudao's unknown true qi. But you let a Juggernaut abandon the sword? That's no different from letting him kneel down and beg for mercy, not to mention that Guo Xiang behind him is still watching.

So he thought of another way.

"Let go!" He Zudao roared, and the true qi in his body exploded.

At the same time as maintaining the long sword in his hand, his left palm turned into a fist and blasted towards Jueyuan's Jizhong acupoint, although He Zudao was famous for his sword, but the Benlei fist in his hand was also powerful.