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Scarface Daoist is none other than one of the elders of Wudang, Feng Daodao!

He turned his head in surprise and couldn't help but take a half step back, because there was an extra person beside him at some point, and he didn't realize it.

This man was dressed in a Taoist robe, standing with his hands in his hands, his long hair casually draped over his shoulders, and his hair swaying in the wind.

Although his appearance is quite young, his demeanor is free and easy, and his spirit is flying and smart, but they are very comparable to others.

Feng Daode was stunned, and then shouted, "Who are you?" How did it come about? ”

As he asked, Feng Daode glanced around.

In addition to the monks who were arrested, there were as many as 100 Wudang disciples and a group of officers and soldiers, and hundreds of eyes were staring, but this person was able to come to him silently, which really made him feel a little drumming in his heart.

Feng Daode is not a fool in the countryside, so naturally he will not regard the other party as a ghost, but if he is a human, it is even more terrifying.

Song Mingjing didn't look at Feng Daodao, his eyes stared at the South Shaolin Zen Monastery that collapsed into ruins for a moment, and the magnificence of the past turned into nothing, which always made people sigh.

He sighed softly: "The best Zen master has passed away?" ”

"Huh? Are you here to find the best old bald donkey? ”

Feng Daode frowned, a sneer appeared on his face, and he snorted: "Although Zhishan escaped, he received a palm from Senior Brother Baimei, and the immortals couldn't save him, but he couldn't breathe for a while!" ”

Although he was a little worried about Song Mingjing, who suddenly appeared, he was not afraid at all because he had hundreds of helpers on the scene, and he was backed by Bai Mei, an invincible master in the world.

In Feng Daodao's eyes, it is not an exaggeration to say that the current white eyebrows are invincible in the world.

He saw with his own eyes that Bai Mei resisted the siege of Wumei, Zhishan and many Southern Shaolin masters with the strength of one person, allowing the opponent to punch and kick without defense, but the dozens of heavy hands in his body were still in good spirits and unscathed.

The Southern Shaolin monks were beaten by Bai Mei's gestures, with heavy casualties and fled in embarrassment.

Such earth-shattering martial arts, if they can't be called invincible, then who in the world dares to compete for the first?

In Feng Daodao's opinion, even if it was just Bai Mei alone, he was afraid that he would be able to defeat hundreds of monks in Southern Shaolin by himself, even if he couldn't do it once, it would be almost the same if he came two or three times more.

The reason why the Wudang elite went out and even transferred 2,000 officers and soldiers to blockade Jiulian Mountain was not because they couldn't help it, but just to kill them all and not let go of any small fish and shrimp in Southern Shaolin.

Song Mingjing asked again: "Where is Baimei now?" ”

Feng Daode sneered, his eyes flashed with treachery, and he said hesitantly: "Of course, Senior Brother Baimei is guarding at the foot of the mountain, waiting for the bald donkeys to throw themselves into the net, hehe!" You kid is sneaky, and you care so much about those bald donkeys, you have a problem at first glance, and you don't want to be caught quickly, and wait for it to fall! ”

He shouted loudly, but his body slid backwards like a loach, and he turned around and reached behind the Wudang disciples and Qing soldiers, and pushed them forward with both palms.

"Give it to me, catch this kid, I'll be rewarded."

Song Mingjing finally withdrew his gaze from the ruins and broken walls, turned to the group of people behind him, looked at those Wudang disciples and Qing soldiers stepping forward with swords raised, and shook his head gently.

The next moment.

He stomped his foot heavily, with a muffled sound of "bang", and this stomp did not shatter the stone slab on the ground, but directly shook a stone slab into the air.

Song Mingjing stepped down, and the stone slab spun and flew to the opposite side, and when he reached the Wudang disciples and all the officers and soldiers, there was a sudden explosion on the ground, and the volley shattered.

In an instant, the scattered stones splashed out like sharp arrows, like a rain of stones, which was extremely swollen and painful on the body, and fell on the face, and the head was directly punched out of the pit, and blood splashed out.

What was particularly unfortunate was that several people were shot in the eyes by stones, and their eyeballs immediately burst open, which was extremely miserable.

As soon as the screams started, Song Mingjing took a step forward, and his body crashed into it like a road roller, and the sound of "clicking" bones shattering sounded one after another.

Whenever someone touched his body slightly, it was as if they had been hit hard by a thousand jun, and they flew out suddenly.

Feng Daodao's face was stunned, and he only felt that a flower in front of him had arrived, and a figure had approached.

Pedal Pedal Ped

He took three steps back, palmed his palms, and Taiyi's palms were displayed, and his strength was divided into rigidity and softness, and he burst out.

Whew!

The palm of one hand was as fast as the wind, and suddenly pierced out of the gap between his palms, like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, and there was a sound of "snorting" between his fingers, as if he was swallowing strength.

In a flash, this palm reached the center of Feng Daodao's eyebrows.

The strong wind shrouded down, Feng Daode only felt that his whole face seemed to be stiff, and he lost the ability to express his emotions, and the palm of his hand slammed and flicked his fingers.

Boom!

It seemed that Hong Zhong Dalu was striking and echoing in his mind, and this finger flicked Feng Daodao's eyebrows, and he suddenly lost all his ability to think, only to feel a chill in the back of his head, as if his brain was popped out by this finger and splashed out from the back of his head.

When Feng Daode fell straight to death, Song Mingjing casually snatched the sword of a Wudang disciple, and the sword light flashed, breaking the hemp rope that strung with a group of monks.

Ignoring the horror of the crowd, he threw down his long sword, jumped forward, and floated out of a big tree beside the road, and disappeared again.

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"Master, my Shiyu swore to heaven that I would definitely kill Bai Mei to avenge you."

At this time, on a remote mountain in Jiulian Mountain, a group of people stood in disgrace and despair.

There are about 30 people in this group, in addition to Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan, Tong Qianjin, Hu Huiqian and other Shaolin lay disciples, there are also monks such as the first Zhineng of the Precept Academy, and the monks of Sande.

In addition, Mrs. Wumei and her two disciples, Ling Xiaoxiao, and Yim Wing Chun, who had not been in the house for a long time, also stood in the crowd.

There was also a thin old man in a funny hat with a pigtail raised high on the back of his head, crying loudly, tears and snot dripping down.

"Senior Brother Zhishan, how can you bear to leave like this? Senior brother, I have something to say in my heart in the future, who should I talk to......! ”

This is Fang Shiyu's grandfather Miao Xian.

In the previous fierce battle between the Shaolin masters of Southern China and Bai Mei, Zhishan and others desperately resisted the break, so that some Shaolin disciples had time to evacuate.

Zhishan was severely injured by Bai Mei because of this, although he was rescued by Zhineng and did not die on the spot, but he did not survive for too long and died of his injuries.

Wumei, Miao Xian and others hastily cremated Zhishan and scattered the ashes into Jiulian Mountain.

Fang Shiyu looked sad, grabbed a handful of ashes in his palm, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said.