"Aang—"

The dragon roared and shook the sky, and the pale golden dragon true qi roared out, circling in mid-air, intersecting with the sword light.

"Boom ——!"

The air wave exploded, and the energy rolled upside down.

Many people in the rivers and lakes, after feeling the aftermath, all changed their faces drastically.

And the two, who were the center of attention in the field, after a short pause, began to fight fiercely.

The sword qi was agitated, and the sound of the dragon's groan was endless.

It can be said that some people are born with the kind of existence that becomes more and more courageous the more they fight.

And Qiao Feng belongs to this list.

Looking at the protagonists of the golden martial arts, except for Wei Xiaobao, who does not know martial arts, the rest of the protagonists are only Qiao Feng, who is heroic by nature and brave and good at fighting.

Eighteen palms of the dragon in one hand are almost invincible.

"Funny ......"

After fighting more than 100 moves in a row, Su Zimo also clearly felt that the fighting intent on Qiao Feng's body was becoming more and more cold.

It's a pity that although this Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending is powerful and fierce, it consumes extraordinarily true qi, even if Qiao Feng tries his best to cover it up, it also allows Su Zimo to grasp this disadvantage of the other party.

In the following time, the two sides can be said to have exchanged offense and defense.

And Su Zimo, relying on the advantages of Jiuyang's true qi, displayed a series of martial arts such as the Shenhe Finger, the Six-Vein Divine Sword, and the Phaseless Robbery Finger.

"Snort, snort!"

Finger Jin Sword, one after another invisible sword qi took shape in mid-air, and under Su Zimo's manipulation, they swarmed towards Qiao Feng, overwhelmingly attacking.

And the latter did not dare to compete with the sword qi with his physical body, and dodged in embarrassment to avoid the almost continuous sword qi.

Not long after, the bluestone slab under the feet of the two was also full of holes.

However, there are still times when manpower is poor.

In the face of this continuous sword qi, even Qiao Feng couldn't resist it.

"Chance!"

Seeing that Qiao Feng opened the door in order to avoid the sword qi and exposed his weaknesses, Su Zimo couldn't help but be overjoyed, and his long sword shook.

Suddenly, a bright sword qi rose, like a bright moon hanging high!

Once a sword is out, there is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to escape.

In the face of such a sword, Qiao Feng also knew that it was difficult to dodge, and couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Bell ——!"

The blade came to a steady halt three inches from the front of his throat.

Qiao Feng, on the other hand, had a complicated complexion and was puzzled: "Murong Gongzi, what do you mean by this?" ”

"Today, you and I are not a life-and-death fight!"

Dropping this sentence, Su Zimo couldn't help but shake his head, and under Qiao Feng's gaze, he turned around and disappeared on the field.

In the final analysis, a character like Qiao Feng, even as an opponent, can't help but feel a little bit of pity, even on Cao Cao and Changban Slope, he is afraid of hurting a fierce general like Zhao Zilong.

What's more, it's him?

And the Shaolin side is already like ashes at the moment, and it looks like a mournful woman.

"Amitabha."

"Today, we live and die with Shaolin!"

"Yes, even if he dies, Lao Wei will die on this Shaomu Mountain!"

Seeing this scene, Fang La also sneered, turned his head to look at his subordinates, and ordered: "Pass my order, set fire to the mountain, Shaolin Temple up and down, no chickens and dogs will be left!" ”

"Yes!"

The momentum is earth-shattering.

As for Su Zimo, he silently opened his spiritual sense, sensed all the movements on Shaomu Mountain, and muttered: "Sweeping monk, at this time, are you showing up to stop all this, or are you ......?"

The master of the Gang Qi Realm, even in the rain of guns and arrows, can come and go freely.

If the sweeping monks insisted on escaping regardless of the lives of thousands of monks up and down the Shaolin Temple, even Su Zimo would have no choice.

Dust and smoke rose and fire shrouded in fire.

The original quiet holy place of Buddhism has turned into a sea of swords and fires at this time.

And a group of monks gathered on the square, with a tendency to live and die with Shaolin.

As for those Jianghu doormen, they ran and fled, even if a small number of people who planned to resist were shot into a hornet's nest in the rain of guns and arrows.

Today's Shaolin surroundings are filled with all kinds of firewood and grass by the rebels.

Countless torches are held high, just waiting for an order, and this century-old foundation will be burned!

Even Fang La didn't understand what his master was waiting for at the moment, and why he refused to give the order.

"That's it...... Fang La, do it! ”

After a long time, Su Zimo also frowned and nodded slightly.

When the latter heard this, he should even give an order.

And at this moment, a faint sigh sounded.

"Hey, donor, why are you ...... hard?"

But I saw an old monk, suddenly from the Tibetan scripture pavilion, slowly walked out.

Strangely, although the other party walked extremely slowly, it even felt like he was pacing.

But in the blink of an eye, he came to the field.

The monks of Shaolin Temple were all surprised, and they were curious about when there was such a master in the temple and why they came in a time of crisis.

"Finally reluctant."

Looking at the rickety figure in front of him, Su Zimo couldn't help but smile and said quietly: "Isn't the master planning to block the 100,000 army with his own strength?" ”

"Amitabha!"

The sweeping monk moved slowly, and saluted slowly: "Please also ask Murong Gongzi to raise his noble hand, show mercy, and let go of the old man's habitat." ”

"I didn't expect the master to recognize him."

Su Zimo shook his head, he didn't care how the other party knew his identity, and how many secrets he knew, the corners of his mouth hooked, but he said jokingly: "I think that in the past few decades, it is difficult for the master to meet an opponent of equal strength when he lives in seclusion in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion alone, right?" ”

"Today, I can fulfill the master's wish!"

As soon as the words fell, he saw Su Zimo turn slightly, towards a certain void, and saluted: "Qingshu is not talented, I implore Master Tai to help!" ”

"Hey."

In the void, a crack suddenly opened.

After that, an old man with a childish face walked out of the crack, looked at the surrounding scenery curiously, and when he saw the sweeping monk in the field, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

As everyone knows, his actions shocked countless people.

"This ...... This ......"

After all, whoever it is, seeing that in broad daylight, there is suddenly a crane-haired and childish old man, appearing in such a strange way, I'm afraid it's also unacceptable.

"Master."

Seeing this situation, Su Zimo came to the old man's side and said quietly: "I'm sorry for you." ”

"Unexpectedly, all this is true?"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly, his eyes full of surprise that was difficult to hide.

Before coming to this world, he also learned part of the information through the "big thief system", and understood that the place where he appeared at the moment was the Northern Song Dynasty hundreds of years ago.

Now when I see the situation around me, I vaguely believe it in my heart.

(End of chapter)