"Boom ~ Boom ~ Boom ~ Boom ......"

The invisible energy is like dozens of swimming dragons shooting out from Xia Shu's body, smashing the six 10,000-pound stone walls alive, is this the "Qiankun Great Shift" that can move points and transposition and stimulate potential?

Although this is the Ming Sect's Zhenjiao Divine Skill, it is a pure Central Plains martial arts, and the seven-layer mental method all implies the meaning of Qiankun's breadth, Xia Shu's punch is ten points of strength, and it can receive twenty points or even more under the increase of Qiankun Great Shift.

If you have to find a similar statement for this kind of martial arts in the heavens, it is probably a reduced version of the ten-fold realm king fist, after all, it can't do tenfold damage with skillful force, even if it is Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi of four or two thousand catties, it is just a martial arts concept, and if you are not strong enough and only want to take tricks, then no kung fu can save you.

However, having such an effect is enough for Xia Shu, not to mention that in addition to these, the biggest advantage of the Great Shift of Qiankun is that it can copy the other party's martial arts like Xiao Wuxianggong, although the martial arts on the Nine Yin True Scripture are exquisite, but it can accommodate thousands of martial arts in one body, isn't it more beautiful?

Temporarily solved the problem of lifespan, Natsuki also has some pursuits of his own, he is not able to be a scholar like Orochimaru, but he can also pursue power in his own way, when Maoshan metaphysics has fallen into a bottleneck, martial arts is a new way to advance.

"Three hours have passed, and your Great Shift has also reached the seventh layer, right?"

Yang Yuzhuo got up and asked, just now she had also studied this martial art a little, in her experience, this kind of martial art is more suitable for those who have already practiced advanced internal martial arts, otherwise it will take a lot of time to increase the basic internal strength.

"Miss Yang really has good eyesight, I have already practiced the great shift, but it is not good to stay here and do nothing after learning other people's kung fu, this is the best time to save the Ming Sect!"

Speaking of Cheng Kun, who was still in a coma on the ground, Xia Shu and the two took one of the roads and went to the Guangming Peak General Altar.

"Kill~~"

In the sound of the fight, I saw a tall and thin old man wearing the costume of the Kongtong faction stabbing a disciple with a huge wooden flag with a sword, and then another blow and seven wounds hit the chest of the Ichigo altar messenger, only to see it spurting blood and flying out.

There is no vanity under the fame, and the Kongtong faction's seven wound fists are really powerful.

Since the magical scene disappeared in the sky, the war broke out again, and nearly half of the manpower was lost in a few hours, and the six major factions finally attacked the main altar of the Bright Ding Ming Sect.

There were dead bodies everywhere along the way, and the two elders of Huashan wearing Red Cross costumes were carefully picking up the corpses, the man took off the ring and necklace, and the woman ......

Not only did they pick up the corpses of the Ming Sect, but they also did not spare the corpses of their own people, but because of the tight war, the other five factions that rushed to the front did not find out about their actions.

"Grandpa!"

Zhang Wuji in the general altar was also extremely embarrassed, although he learned Jiuyang Divine Skill, but in the end he only practiced the first level, and it was more than enough to deal with the ordinary disciples of the six major sects, but he met Chang Jingzhi among the five elders of the Kongtong faction, and was punched by the Seven Wounds Fist in the center, although the Jiuyang True Qi blocked part of the damage, but he was still injured.

"Don't be afraid, there is a grandfather here!"

"Don't be stupid Wuji, come back quickly, the Wudang faction is fighting to be the enemy of the five major factions, and it must protect you!"

Song Yuanqiao on the other side also saw Zhang Wuji's figure, at this moment he regretted taking him to Guangmingding, if he couldn't take him back, what face would he have to see the master.

"Uncle Master, the six major factions are really wrong this time, the people of the Ming Sect are not as bad as you say!"

Although he knew that he could save his life as long as he returned to the camp of the Wudang faction, how could he bear to be in the company of the five major factions that forced his parents to death, even if he died this time, he would have to stand with his grandfather.

"Silly boy, you..."

"White-eyed Eagle King, you have no way to retreat, I think you are a generation of grandmasters, or break yourself!"

Song Yuanqiao's words were interrupted by the master of Shaolin Temple, and as soon as he raised his hand, the people of the six major factions stopped, and this siege of Guangming Ding was headed by Shaolin, and everyone sold his face when he spoke.

By now, the white-eyed Eagle King has already reached the end of the crossbow, and when he heard the empty words, the Eagle King also looked at his blood-stained left hand, and his hand began to tremble in the gasp, no matter how high his martial arts are at this age, he can't bear it.

But has this ruined the foundation of Mingjiao for many generations? Even if he died, what face would he have to meet the previous masters of the Ming Sect, he was unwilling, and all the people in the Ming Sect were unwilling.

But is it useful to be unwilling?

"Boom~~"

A stone wall in front of the main altar fell to the ground, and several figures of rising smoke and dust flew out, and the elegant posture made people feel as if they had seen the immortals descending to earth.

I saw that these figures were a man and a woman and an old monk, although they were not immortals, but this light skill was not much better than that of the blue-winged bat king Wei Yixiao.

"Listen to the heads of the six major factions, today Xia Shu dares to ask everyone to turn their rivalry into jade silk, and stop fighting!"

"Senior Brother Xia? You're also coming to the top of the light? ”

Seeing Xia Shu's figure, Zhang Wuji said excitedly, before going down the mountain, he had asked his master how Xia Shu's martial arts were, and Shi Gong said that Xia Shu was not his opponent now, but within three or five years, this son would be able to surpass himself and become the first master of the martial arts, and now that he appeared, he was obviously still on their side.

"Well, don't come to Wuji, Xia Shu has seen all the uncles and uncles in Wudang Mountain!"

After saying hello to Zhang Wuji, Xia Shu met Song Yuanqiao and others again, he has received the favor of Wudang in the past three years, and naturally there will be no lack of etiquette.

"Natsuki? What do you mean by letting everyone turn hostility into friendship? ”

Song Yuanqiao opened his mouth and asked, the people of the six major factions and the people of the Ming Sect all took advantage of this gap to look at Xia Shu and the cold woman behind him, seeing that the people in Wudang knew them, they still didn't know whether this was friend or foe, and why he was still carrying a monk from Shaolin Temple in his hand.

"Today's six major factions are competing with Mingjiao, in fact, it is the golden lion king Xie Xun's master Cheng Kun provoked, he killed his old and young in front of Xie Xun, making him delirious and killing on the rivers and lakes, and he incarnated as Yuanzhen lurking in Shaolin Temple for more than 20 years, and finally provoked the Central Plains martial arts to the opposite side of Mingjiao, until there is such a situation today!"

"What?"

Whether it was the people of the six major factions or the people of the Ming Sect, they all whispered after hearing the news, they never expected that there was such a secret in it, but some people could not make sense in a few words.

"You slander my Uncle Yuanzhen without any evidence, and I Shaolin is the first to refuse!"

A capable monk in his thirties walked out of the crowd of Shaolin monks, Xia Shu looked at it, isn't this the prince of Moang, when did he enter the Western religion like the little white dragon?

"If you want evidence, I'll give you evidence, see who this is?"

Xia Shu lifted Cheng Kun in his hand directly, revealing the face that belonged to the villain under his bald head.

"You, you dare to hurt my Shaolin people, ah!"

As soon as he recognized that the person in Xia Shu's hand was Yuan Zhen, the "Prince of Moang" couldn't hold back any longer, and saw his five fingers curled like dragon claws and grabbed in the direction where Xia Shu was.

"Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand!"

Are they all so grumpy? Don't even let you finish your words? Sure enough, the Shaolin Temple in the sky really didn't give birth to a little good feeling, shook his head, and stretched out his only idle left hand in the face of the Shaolin monk Xia Shu who rushed to kill.

"Bang~~"

Xia Shu stretched out his five fingers and only flicked lightly on his elbow, the Shaolin monk only felt that his arm was sore, and the numbness surged up instantly, and the thirty-six dragon claw hands were broken by the other party in only three moves.

What kind of martial arts is this?

In addition to the horror, there was only this one question left in the hearts of the Shaolin monks, this trick had also been used by Yang Yuzhuo on Xia Shu before, called hand waving five strings, which was an extremely exquisite kung fu in the Nine Yin True Scripture.

"Huh~~"

No matter how surprised everyone was, Xia Shu's hand movement did not stop, only to see that his elbow hit the monk's heart at once, knocking away his breath, and then the five fingers hung on the top of his smooth head, and the invisible energy had already controlled his body in the air, as long as Xia Shu's left hand was slightly stronger.

"Click~~"

Compared to ASMR with a crushed skull, it will definitely be very healing, but that seems to be a complete reversal with the Shaolin Temple, and Natsuki can't do this, so it's just a deterrent.

"Can you listen to me now?"

"Bang~~"

kicked in the abdomen of the "Prince Moang", only to see him turn into an afterimage and crash directly into the Shaolin side, Kong Wen directly took it down, although he was angry, but he also knew that this Xia Shu had just left his hand, and it was not easy to attack at this time, just waiting to hear what he had to explain.

"This person's name is Yuanzhen, he is actually a mixed Yuan thunderbolt Cheng Kun, the rivers and lakes have been famous for a long time, so he often shows his face, in order to hide people's eyes and ears, Shaolin monks, dare to ask you, this Yuanzhen master, was a halfway monk?"

Xia Shu was also stunned when he said this, it seems that this is indeed the case, this Yuan is really a few years younger than himself, but it is twice as bad, and he has only been in the temple for more than 20 years at the age of fifty or sixty.

"I know the Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt, when you say this, you cover your hair, this master is really a bit like Cheng Kun!"

It was He Taichong, the head of the Kunlun faction, who spoke to him, and Cheng Kun had met a few times in his early years, although he didn't remember Cheng Kun clearly, but he still had an impression of his general appearance, and as soon as he finished speaking, there were also a few old men in the six major factions who echoed and said, and for a while several masters of Shaolin Temple were also hesitant.

It's hard to find out that Master Yuanzhen's nephew is really Cheng Kun who mixed into the Shaolin Temple? Isn't everything today a farce? And for this, how many people have died in the six major factions and the Ming Sect!

What a sin, what a sin!