When Kong Zhi heard this, he waved his hand again and again, and said, "What did Sect Leader Zhang say?"

Although the monks of our sect had learned some fists and kicks, they did not know anything about marching and fighting. In recent years, Mingjiao has created a great cause, and no one in the rivers and lakes knows.

Hearing that only the people of Mingjiao are able to fight against the Tartar army. I, the Shaolin Lord, recommended the sect leader to give an order, led the heroes of the world, and swore to the death with the Tartars. ”

After listening to this, the six major factions that had received Lingyun's favor began to cheer loudly.

Although Ling Yun is young enough to serve the public, he is strong in martial arts, and he is suitable to fight the three Shaolin monks, and the demons in his heart enter the body, killing several people in an instant, which is already known to everyone, and he admires his strength in his heart, and also has lingering palpitations about his methods.

And Mingjiao Han Shantong, Xu Shouhui, Zhu Yuanzhang and other people from all walks of life rose up in Huaisi, Henan and Hubei and other places, conquering the city, and the momentum was like a rainbow, which is well known.

When it comes to the experience of marching and fighting, it is beyond the reach of other sects. The masters of all factions and gangs all thought that except for the Ming Sect, there was indeed no one who could take on this great task.

The heads of the six major factions all spoke out at the same time at this moment, and elected Ling Yun as the leader of the martial arts alliance, and he commanded the army against the imperial court.

Seeing this, Ling Yun no longer pretended to excuse himself, and then hugged his fists and saluted everyone:

"That kid might as well be respectful."

Ling Yun paused, suddenly turned pale, looked at everyone and said sharply:

"This time, the court of 100,000 soldiers and horses besieged Shaolin, we have no way out, I don't care what contradictions and grudges you have before, from now on, put away your careful thoughts for me. All must strictly follow orders, and if anyone does not obey orders, there will be no mercy! ”

The cold gaze swept around the audience, and the masters of all factions and gangs remembered the battle on the top of the mountain, and were swept away by Ling Yun's gaze, and they all felt their scalps tingle, and their hearts trembled, and they really didn't dare to have other thoughts.

At this moment, the golden lion king Xie Xun took a step forward and suddenly said loudly:

"I, Xie Xun, have done a lot of evil, I didn't think that I could live to this day, among the heroes in the world, which of the relatives, teachers and friends has been harmed by Xie, so I invited Xie to take his life, and I have no complaints."

It turned out that Xie Xun saw that at the moment of the great enemy, many family members of the masters of various sects were killed by themselves, and his heart must be full of resentment, and now the situation is critical, and he is worried that these people will cause chaos at a critical moment, so he simply stood up and wanted to take the initiative to sacrifice himself, so that everyone could fight against the court with one heart

Although many of the heroes have a deep grudge against him, they also understand at this moment that everything is Cheng Kun's conspiracy, and the golden lion king is just being used, and he is wronged and has a debt, and he really can't attribute all the blame to Xie Xun.

In addition, at this moment, the masters of Mingjiao have exhausted, and the six major factions have received the favor of Mingjiao, but I am afraid that they will all stand on the side of Mingjiao.

Ling Yun didn't speak, he stood next to Xie Xun coldly, his face was gloomy, it seemed that if anyone stood up at this moment and said that he wanted to kill Xie Xun to take revenge, he would definitely not stand idly by.

A man suddenly walked out of the crowd and said, "Xie Xun, my father Yanling Flying Heavenly Knife Qiu Old Hero was injured under your hands, I will avenge my father" said and walked in front of him.

Xie Xun said gloomily: "Yes, Ling Zun is indeed harmed, so please ask Brother Qiu to do it." The man surnamed Qiu drew his sword in his hand and took two steps.

The surnamed Qiu Hanzi raised his knife to his chest, and suddenly tears fell from his eyes, and a mouthful of saliva spit on Xie Xun's face, and he choked up: "The hero of the first generation of my father, such as his old man's spirit in the sky, seeing that I am a blind man who has lost all his martial arts, he must be annoyed by me" choked, fell to the ground with a single knife, and ran into the crowd with his face covered.

Then another middle-aged woman walked out and said, "Xie Xun, I have come to avenge my husband, the Yin and Yang Judge Qin Dapeng." When he walked to Xie Xun's door, he also spit on his face, crying and walking away.

One after another came out of the crowd, some slapped Xie Xun twice, some kicked him, and some scolded him, Xie Xun always bowed his head and endured, neither retreating, nor reciprocating evilly.

Ling Yun knew that everyone was retaliating like this, and it was precisely because of Xie Xun's wish that after many years, he could finally solve this martial arts case and cultivate Buddhism with peace of mind.

After a while, Xie Xun saw that no one among the heroes came out to take revenge, so he let out a long breath, turned around, pulled out the dragon slaying knife behind his back, and stuffed it into Ling Yun's hand.

"Mowgli child, take good care of the dragon slaying knife in the future, and don't fall into the wrong hands again."

Xie Xun said, as if he had let go of a thousand pounds of burden, felt light, and smiled.

At this time, the group of heroes knew that the one wrapped in cotton cloth was actually the Martial Arts Supreme Dragon Slaying Treasure Knife, and the sound of breathing gradually became heavier, and many people's eyes glowed.

Ling Yun's right hand shook, the cotton cloth spread out, and the Dragon Slaying Treasure Knife finally saw the light of day.

I saw that it was not as brilliant as the other blades, and it was so sharp. The swarthy blade looked like a piece of black iron that had never been forged.

Ling Yun looked at the dragon slaying knife, and the body of the sword was like a sword leaning on the sky, engraved with a thin and simple cloud pattern.

It's just that because the color of the blade is too dark, only Ling Yun can see it in the audience.

Gently stroking the cloud pattern of the blade, Ling Yun knew that this was not the use of studying this wonderful cloud pattern at this moment, so he put the dragon slaying knife behind his back and tied it behind his back.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of horses' hooves outside the temple gate, and two horses galloped over. The sound of hooves came to an abrupt end outside the door.

The two men were hurrying into the hall.

As soon as the heroes looked at the color of the clothes, they knew that they were members of the Ming Sect.

The two walked up to Zhang Wuji and bowed, and one reported: "Sect Master: The vanguard of the Tartar soldiers is 5,000, attacking the Shaolin Temple, saying that the people in the martial arts gathered to rebel and want to set foot in Shaolin." ”

The man continued: "Many great monks have been killed by the Tartar soldiers along the way. Tartar said: Today, I will set foot in Shaolin and kill all the masters who participated in the martial arts conference. ”

After hearing this, everyone shouted indignantly, and they all said: "If you don't fight to the death with the Tartar soldiers, you will be ashamed to be the descendants of the Yellow Emperor." ”

Because at this time, although it has been nearly a hundred years since the fall of the Song Dynasty, the heroes and heroes in the martial arts have always regarded the Mongolian officers and soldiers as barbarians and refused to submit to their control.

At this time, when they heard that the Mongol soldiers had arrived, everyone's blood was boiling, and they were all ready to rise.

Seeing the excitement of the crowd, Ling Yun immediately said loudly: "Heroes, today is the time for a man to kill the enemy and serve the country. Today we want to talk about the expulsion of the barbarians from the Shaolin Temple, today's Heroes Conference, our Central Plains martial arts will be famous. ”

When the heroes in the main hall heard it, they all shouted happily and united as one.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the shouts under the mountain, and two Shaolin monks rushed into the hall, covered in blood, and hurriedly reported: "The Mongolian soldiers are coming up the mountain." ”

When the heroes in the hall heard that the soldiers had been killed, they drew their blades and poured out one after another, killing down the mountain.

Seeing everyone rushing out, Ling Yun couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.

After all, the people in the martial arts are not regular troops, and they really have no organization and discipline at all.

In ordinary times, these people are high above the top, and they do not put ordinary troops in their eyes at all.