"Three wins in five games? A contest to determine the winner or loser? There's no need for that, it's such a waste of my time.

I'll give you half an hour now to think about it, either surrender or fight! ”

Fang proved that they had forgotten a decisive factor, that is, the decisive factor was in the hands of Ming Xiaohe, not that they said that the competition would determine the outcome of the competition, and Ming Xiaohe would accompany them to compete.

The reason why Ming Xiaohe gave Fang Zheng and the others another half an hour to think about it was not because Ming Xiaohe was patient, but because the pheasant in his hand had just been roasted and needed time to eat and fill his stomach.

"This ......"

Fang Zheng and the others were very embarrassed, they didn't expect that Ming Xiaohe would be so domineering, and he didn't play cards according to the rules of the rivers and lakes at all.

Fang Zheng and the other high-level officials of Shaolin Temple did not go to the Daxiong Hall to discuss this time, but discussed it directly here, but suppressed the voice and did not let Ming Xiaohe and others hear it.

At the same time, they asked the warrior monks of the Shaolin Temple to begin to gather here, ready to start a war at any time.

The Shaolin Temple is preparing to start a war at any time, the Sun and Moon God Sect is not, and the members of the Sun and Moon God Sect are already wiping the blades in their hands, just to make the blades in their hands sharper.

The great war caused it, and the tense atmosphere permeated the entire Shaomu Mountain, and the decision to fight or not came from the results discussed by Fang Zheng and the others.

In such a tense atmosphere, Ming Xiaohe and Dongfang, as well as the ten elders and the four hall masters, were still drinking wine and eating meat, but nervousness did not exist for the upper echelons of the Sun Moon God Sect, because they had two great grandmasters on their side, and they would win!

"Fang Zheng, did you come up with a result in your discussion?"

Ming Xiaohe had already eaten and drunk enough, and wiped the fat from the corners of his mouth.

"That Ming Xiaohe donor, it's not half an hour now!"

Fang Zheng was stunned, wasn't it half an hour? There is half an hour there, and at most it is about two quarters of an hour.

"You hurry up and say it's a battle or a surrender, if it's a war, I just happened to be full, and I want to move my muscles and bones. If I surrender, I'll go back to sleep. ”

Ming Xiaohe stretched his waist, and there was still a tiredness on his face.

"This ......" Fang Zheng was silent for a long time, and he really couldn't make a decision.

"Fang Zheng, since I can't help you make a decision, then let me help you make a decision!"

"The Ten Elders and the Four Hall Masters listen to the order and attack the mountain!"

Ming Xiaohe gave an order, and the battle broke out!

"Subordinates obey the orders of the sect leader!"

The Ten Elders, the Four Hall Masters bore the brunt of the Sun and Moon God Sect's men and horses and immediately rushed to the Shaolin Temple.

These people in the world say that the Shaolin Temple is the first sect on the rivers and lakes, and the Sun and Moon God Sect is the second sect.

If it weren't for the fact that eighty years ago, the Wuyue Sword Sect used a trick to kill the ten elders of the Sun Moon God Sect, as well as a group of elites of the Sun Moon God Sect, which greatly damaged the vitality of the Sun Moon God Sect, otherwise the Sun Moon God Sect would have dominated the rivers and lakes by now.

In the face of the attack of the Sun Moon God Sect, the warrior monks of the Shaolin Temple immediately rushed out of the temple.

"Shaolin disciple, eliminate demons and defend the way!" Master Fang Zheng let out a loud shout.

"Yes!" The Shaolin warrior monks said in unison.

Demon Killer Guardian Road!

Shaolin Temple generally rarely has this word, and this word has a secret meaning in Shaolin Temple, that is, it is allowed to open a killing ring!

In today's situation, if the Shaolin disciples don't open the killing ring, they will definitely suffer a lot!

"Amitabha, please forgive me!"

Regarding the matter of letting the disciples of Shaolin Temple open the killing ring, Fang Zheng folded his hands and recited a Buddha name.

"The Shaolin disciple has opened the killing ring, and this ruthlessness is not weaker than that of the Songshan disciple at all!"

Ming Xiaohe saw a Shaolin monk disciple, and the stick in his hand directly hit the cervical vertebrae of a sect member, if he was hit, he would either die or be disabled!

A sword aura shot out from his fingertips, instantly piercing the neck of the Shaolin disciple and saving the sect member.

Ming Xiaohe generated a suction force in his hand, sucked a long sword into his hand, and rushed towards the Shaolin disciple.

With a swing of the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, he turned into a sword qi and attacked several Shaolin disciples.

Even if they resisted with sticks in their hands, they had no effect at all, and the sticks were cut off in an instant like mat grass, sealing their throats with a sword.

In a moment, there were no less than forty or fifty Shaolin disciples who died tragically at the hands of Ming Xiaohe.

Ming Xiaohe has made a move, and Dongfang can not make a move.

The speed of Dongfang's killing is comparable to that of Ming Xiaohe, and it is not inferior at all.

With a wave of her sleeves, several embroidery needles flew out, and the speed of the embroidery needles in the East was not at all something that those Shaolin monks could dodge.

Before many Shaolin monks could react, the embroidery needle hit them, either through the heart or through the throat.

Fang Zheng and the three Shaolin high-level officials saw that Ming Xiaohe was wantonly slaughtering Shaolin children, and hurriedly rushed to Ming Xiaohe, and the four surrounded Ming Xiaohe from four directions.

"Four to one, interesting, let's go together!"

Ming Xiaohe