Chen Anya, who was in the unwritten position, was holding two Emei thorns and was confronting a Ming Dynasty general in front of him.

"Yuanyuan, I'm the eldest uncle! How did you get here?" The Ming general said to Chen Anya in a deep and reverberant voice.

Chen Anya heard that he called himself the eldest uncle, and when he knew that the person in front of him was Wu Sangui, the king of Pingxi, and he was the reincarnation of Chen Yuanyuan.

"Dinghu abandoned the world that day, broke the enemy and took the jade pass under Beijing.

The six armies wept and became angry.

The red face is not my love, and the rebel thief dies from the feast.

Sweep the yellow scarf and set the black mountain, cry and see you again. Chen Anya then chanted the "Round Song" written by the Qing Dynasty poet Wu Weiye, in order to exert the effect of attacking the heart.

After listening to this, Wu Sangui really burst into tears, he said: "Thinking about my life, I can't be pitied by the nation, I can't do what the king orders, and I can't protect what I love, how sad!" What a lament! ”

"But Chen Yuanyuan is sincere to you, so your life is not wasted." Chen Anya saw this man who was over half a hundred years old, and he disregarded his dignity and washed his face with tears. But he directly exposed his scars, which was really cruel, so he felt pity and comforted him.

"Yuanyuan, are you telling the truth? You still love me, don't you?" Wu Sangui said as he approached Chen Anya and stretched out his arms to hug her.

Chen Anya has long been accustomed to fighting and killing, but in the face of a middle-aged man who wants to despise herself, she is really afraid.

"What are you going to do! Die far away for me! Chen Anya shouted and kicked Wu Sangui's lower body.

"Yuanyuan, you've changed!" Wu Sangui couldn't stand the pain, knelt on the ground, and said in a sharp and piercing voice.

Chen Anya was stunned and said, "Uncle, you have changed!" ”

"Come here! Good son! Yuwen Tianci in the Hai character position, learned from the other party that he was actually the reincarnation of the pseudo-Xiangyu culture of the Sui Dynasty, and said arrogantly.

Yuwen Chengdu, who was standing opposite him, was wearing a double phoenix gold helmet, a chain gold armor, and a phoenix winged gold hammer in his hand.

Yuwen Chengdu was obviously enraged, and saw him stab, and the boring tip was straight to Yuwen Tianci's face. And Yuwen Tianci did not show weakness, and the two handguard knives in his hands flicked upwards and bounced away from this attack. After defusing the attack, he rushed forward and rushed directly to the front of Yuwen Chengdu.

Because of the characteristics of the weapons used, one of the two people is good at attacking, and the other is good at close combat, and the subsequent contest is carried out in the fight for position.

Dozens of rounds later, the two sides are still not evenly matched.

At this time, I saw Yuwen Tianci close to Yuwen Chengdu again, and the handguard knife rotated with his wrist, upside down, and the blade forward, like the two fangs of a wild boar, from bottom to top, straight into Yuwen Chengdu's jaw.

"My father, I've been tricked!" Yuwen Chengdu smiled, and jerked the boring back, and the boring handle quickly crossed the palm of his right hand, and he didn't hold it again until he was close to the end.

Then, Yuwen Chengdu's left hand turned into a palm, and with just one blow, the boring handle was split, and a long weapon that could fight in all directions suddenly turned into a short fork.

Yuwen Chengdu quickly executed the fork and stabbed, and the two short blades of the fork locked the handguard knife that was stabbing upward, and then continued to move forward, together with the long blade, stabbed into Yuwen Tianci's chest, and the whole action was done in one go, without dragging the mud and water at all.

In the noon position, two bald heads illuminated the venue very brightly.

"Shaolin disciples have no thoughts, and they have seen the ancestor of the empty sight." The monk Wunian bowed with his palms together and said to the master of Kongjian opposite.

"You and I are both from Shaolin, and we have a fate today, and it is a gratifying thing to meet here. But helplessly in this formation, I am guarding this position, and there will inevitably be a battle between you and me. Buddhism has clouds: when you think of it, the end of the world is at hand; Once the thought is extinguished, the end of the world is close at hand, you have no thought of the Dharma name, after breaking the formation, what should you know?" Empty sight asks without thought.

Wu Nian replied, "All appearances are right and wrong. All sentient beings, i.e., non-sentient beings. Since there is no physical object this week, what can we do?"

Kongjian laughed when he heard this: "Okay, good, I am fortunate to be enlightened by the younger generations today, it can be seen that in the past thousand years, there have been many heroes!" ”

Wu Nian also said: "From there is no beginning, ignorance arises, and it is the master of oneself." All sentient beings, born without discernment, and with the same nature as body and mind, are all ignorance. The so-called heroes are nothing more than nameless people doing nameless things. ”

"In the future, you will become a great tool and a great fruit. Buddhism cultivation is both martial arts cultivation, today you and I have divided the victory, I am willing to bow to the wind, but also ask the little monk to teach a few tricks, with my long-cherished wish for more than a thousand years. ”

Seeing the words, he flew and pounced on Wu Nian.

Wu Nian knew that the Vajra Body Protector Divine Skill of the Ancestor of Kongjian had been practiced to the realm of transcendence, and he was surrounded by a strong qi, even if it was a steel knife and a sharp sword, it could not hurt him in the slightest.

However, Vajra Body Protector Shengong is a martial art based on Shaolin Qigong, and as long as it disturbs the breath of Kongjian, its power will be self-defeating.

Thinking of this, Wu Nian immediately made a move to swallow three waters, crossed over from the top of Kongmi's head, accurately grabbed his ankles, quickly took off his shoes and socks, and a strong smell immediately gushed out.

"It's so angry!" Wu Nian admired the skill of his ancestor, struggled to hold his breath, and used Shaolin One Finger Zen, rubbing and crossing from the soles of Kongjian's feet.

Kongjian couldn't bear the itch, and laughed and broke the gong!

In the Shen position, Wei Hongtao held a sword and fought fiercely with Gao Xianzhi, a general of the Tang Dynasty.

I saw the sword scimitar collide with dazzling sparks from time to time, and after a few rounds, the two of them gasped and retreated to the corner.

"Your swordsmanship is quite a bit of the Western Regions, I don't know who you are learning from?" Gao Xianzhi asked Wei Hongtao.

"I am a descendant of the Kunlun faction, and the swordsmanship routine is naturally different from that of the Central Plains." Wei Hongtao replied.

Gao Xianzhi put away his posture, put the scimitar behind his back, and asked Wei Hongtao: "Do you know Shahe?" ”

Wei Hongtao was shocked when he heard this, this sand river is the burial place of the Kunlun faction to bury the predecessors of the masters, there are many evil ghosts and hot winds, they are all dead, there are no birds on the top, there are no beasts below, looking at the extreme eyes, yellow sand everywhere, only the bones of the dead can be used as road signs to identify the direction.

"I don't know why?" Because Shahe is the holy place of the Kunlun faction, in order to avoid disturbance from others, Wei Hongtao can only answer like this.

"When I was alive, I went out with my father to the Western Regions, and when I marched to the area of Qiuzi in the Western Regions, suddenly the wind and sand were everywhere, covering the sky and the sun. Soon we lost our way, and by the time the dust settled, we were deep in the desert. When the water and food were exhausted, a ghost in white appeared flutteringly, calling this place the Sand River, which was a very fierce place. It's all thanks to this ghost to lead the way for us, and we are out of danger. At parting, my father and I bowed down to thanksgiving and begged him to give his name so that we could make the sacrifice. All he said was ......"

When Wei Hongtao heard this, he interrupted Gao Xianzhi's words, and he said, "He Zudao! ”