In the Weituo Gate at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, Mo Chou stared at Zhang Huen, his eyes were full of anger, the other party was bold, so he went out for a turn, and brought back two women, jealousy scratched Mo Chou's heart like a cat's claw, after Ning Zhong's description without feeling, Mo Chou knew that Zhang Huen was on the verge of going mad, she checked Zhang Huen's meridians with concern, and found that his meridians were burning like fire, she immediately let go of her anger and decided to go back to the Tomb Sect with Zhang Huen, With the help of the healing effect of the ice bed, it may be possible to suppress his increasingly fiery internal force. + Top + Point + Small + Say ++

She first went to a flying pigeon to pass the book to explain the matter, and the reply was fast, but the letter said that the cold ice bed was the ancestor's couch, how could a man be allowed to lie down? Isn't this a blasphemy against the patriarch? Mo Chou pinched the reply and gritted his teeth for a while, his man suffered from the burning of the meridians all day long, but the ancestor still didn't understand, did he really want to tear his face and start robbing?

"Oh no, the people from the Huashan faction rushed over!"

Ning Zhong heard a trembling in his heart, and hurriedly chased out with people to take a look, only to see that the Huashan cavalry rushed into the foot of Shaolin Mountain, after the last battle, Shaolin has figured out the tactics of defending against cavalry, along the Shaolin Mountain to levy the people to build a five-meter-high stone wall, now the foot of Shaolin Mountain has become a big city, and several villages and towns around have all been relocated to the foot of the mountain, the beautiful name is Shaolin City, in fact, it is a relatively large town.

Ningzhong wanted to go to the city wall, but Zhang Huen pointed out the acupoint, let Bei Jinyi watch her, and Mo Chou jumped on the wall, Huashan cavalry came to the city wall, and shouted for Shaolin people to go out to fight, after Zhang Huen's slaughter, Huashan elite lost most of it, and could only rely on the strength of the crowd to find Shaolin bad luck. Shaolin took a defensive position, only sent Yuanxin, Yuanyin, Yuanye three monks to lead the battle, the two sides fought under the city for dozens of rounds did not get half a penny, Yue Lingshan in the formation was ruthless, let people release arrows, regardless of the Shaolin monks in the formation or Huashan disciples. Shoot them all together as hedgehogs.

"Don't follow the rules, this little girl."

"What's the matter, the lust is moving again?"

Mo Chou glared at him with disgust, Zhang Huen hurriedly shook his head and said:

"I'm not interested in the yellow-haired girl."

"Then you are very amorous to beautiful young women."

"Don't worry about 。。。。。。"

"I don't want to hear it!"

Li Mochou turned his face away, and the Huashan disciples over there were coaxing again, saying that there was no one in Shaolin, and he only dared to be this shrunken turtle, and the Shaolin disciples did not dare to answer, and only asked the master of the empty phase who guarded the city what to do. The empty phase had no opinion, so he could only ask the abbot of Xuan Ci, and Xuan Ci shook his head and said:

"If you can't keep it, don't be tricked."

So Shaolin and Huashan fought a protracted war, two days later, the first batch of siege equipment in Huashan was completed, watching the Huashan disciples rushing over with a wooden ladder, and the Shaolin disciples shot arrows and threw stones down at the head of the city. A difficult siege battle has begun again.

Zhang Huen held a ring knife and slashed down two Huashan disciples who rushed to the city, and these people kept rushing up like chicken blood. I don't know why, after turning over the three of them again, the wood-burning knife method was displayed, and the wood-burning knife method prompted by Jiuyang's internal force was extremely abnormal, and the middle ones were all on fire and burned to charcoal. After a while, he cleaned up more than 100 Huashan disciples in this section of the city, and kicked those wooden ladders down with a few Shaolin legs in succession.

Mo Chou's Ice Spirit Silver Needle has a huge lethality, and often as soon as it is thrown over, patches of ice slag appear, and the two killing gods kill from the west of the city to the east of the city. When they were exhausted, they finally repelled the first wave of Huashan's attack, and no less than a thousand Huashan disciples were lost in their hands, and they were either burned or frozen, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

The Shaolin disciples lost more than 200 people, and looking at the crowds of Huashan people under the city, I am afraid that it really won't last long. The master of Yuanmen who went to mediate was cut off by the Huashan faction, and he threw it back with a bloody letter, to the effect that Huashan and Shaolin will not die today.

Zhang Huen and a few empty words of the old guy total, rather than so passive beating, it is better to steal the formation, that night, he and a few old monks masked out, straight to the Huashan middle formation, tens of thousands of troops stationed below, not to expose the whereabouts and where is so easy, a few old and have not yet entered the formation for a long time to be found whereabouts, immediately another strangulation after the escape, Zhang Huen sneaked into the middle of the formation, killed two secret sentinels, touched the back of the middle tent, but heard a noise in the big tent, the white tent immediately collapsed, but saw a burst of open fire fighting, More than a dozen men and women surrounded him with swords in their hands, but they were tricked.

"If you want to leave, stay!"

A white-haired old man slashed at Zhang Huen with a sword, Zhang Huen saw that his strength was average, thinking that the other party was ambushing him, but it was not necessarily his opponent, he rushed towards the old man with his teeth and claws, and the white-haired old man fought with him, hurriedly retreated, and shouted:

"It's a master of Shaolin, release arrows!"

Countless black arrows flew over in the night sky, this kind of sharp arrows that specialize in breaking the master's qi can exert the greatest power in the dark night, Zhang Huen swept a few of them, and was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, so he was physically strong and different from ordinary people, so he was not knocked down by an arrow, he was ambushed by the Huashan faction, and then he realized what it means to be poor in donkey skills, if the martial arts master does not reach the realm of gods like Wuhou, he is slightly weaker in front of thousands of troops and horses.

"Stop him, he's going to run!"

Zhang Huen retreated into the darkness, immediately someone raised a torch, he ran in all directions, everywhere was a crowd of Huashan disciples, after killing more than a dozen people, he rushed to the east in a panic, and ate a few arrows in his back, almost stumbled to the ground, the people of the Huashan faction were not afraid of death, sacrificing themselves to hinder, Zhang Huen was like a mad tiger to break through with all his might, the two sides became a stalemate and erosion, the more people he killed, the more arrows he suffered, and rushed to the city of Shaolin, the back was already full of arrows, Zhang Huen's ring knife was stuck in the corpse of Huashan disciples, carrying the corpses of two Huashan disciples as weapons, with a wave of it, swept away the people who blocked the way, turned over and swept towards the city wall.

Just climbed the city wall, several bald heads hurriedly surrounded him, Zhang Huen threw away the corpse in his hand, and was about to call people to be on guard, the bald heads suddenly made a move, and hit Zhang Huen's chest with a few palms, making him fly out, he covered his heart, coughed up blood and said:

"Who are you waiting for?"

The bald monk didn't answer at all, and rushed over with Donkey Kong's palm power, Zhang Huen resisted with luck, and a burst of pain immediately covered the meridians and acupoints on his body. He received another slap from the leading monk in the chest. The man grinned, bared his white teeth, and said with a smile:

"You were hit by the eight-palm Donkey Kong palm power and the two-fingered phantom yin finger, and you are not dead, it seems that the martial saint is very human."

"Old dog, who are you?"

"Hahaha. The poor monk is the one who sent you on your way! ”

The old monk rushed over with a few middle-aged monks, Zhang Huen was knocked down the city wall in three moves, he fell heavily to the ground, and pointed his backhand at the middle-aged monk who flew down to chase and kill, at this time, only to hear a cannon in front of him, and looked around, but saw that the five-meter-high city wall collapsed, and a group of Huashan disciples rushed in from the gap. Shaolin disciples resisted with sticks, but there were more and more people rushing into the gap, and they were soon overwhelmed by the flow of people. Dodging Mo Chou's call from the Ice Spirit Silver Needle, he shouted:

"Follow me up the mountain!"

Mo Chou saw that his face was covered with blood. With arrows like hedgehogs stuck in his back, he said worriedly:

"What are you doing up the mountain, Shaolin is about to be ruined, I'll take you to the east to break through."

"No, Fang Zheng is my teacher, I can't help it!"

Pei Jinyi and Ning Zhong nodded for a while. Mo Chou reluctantly pulled out his sword to protect Zhang Huen, and Zhang Huen clicked on Ning Zhongze's acupoint and said:

"Your good daughter has been killed, you can go back."

After speaking, he took Pei Jinyi and Li Mochou to flee towards Shaomu Mountain and walked to the mountain gate. But seeing Ning Zhong following behind, carrying a sword that he found out of nowhere, and protecting him with a pale face, Zhang Huen stopped the blood in his throat and said:

"Why, you still want to kill me?"

“。。。。。。 You ruined my reputation, I don't have the face to go back to Huashan at all, you quickly saved the teacher, let's go east together. ”

Li Mochou stared at her with a strange expression, while Ning Zhong's pale face flushed, and he twisted:

"Let's go and save people, don't ask again."

Zhang Huen nodded and rushed into the temple with the three daughters, only to see that the monks of all sizes had begun to pack up their things and flee towards the back mountain, Xuan Ci stood in front of the Tianwang Hall with a group of senior monks to command and dispatch, and saw Zhang Huen coming, although the description was miserable, but it seemed to be fine, and he hurriedly recruited:

"Heart proof, let's go to the Dharma Cave, there is a secret passage down the mountain!"

Zhang Huen took the three daughters towards the back mountain, and when he passed by the Daxiong Treasure Hall, he saw Fang Zheng sitting in the main hall and reciting the scriptures, and he hurriedly shouted:

"Master, let's go!"

"Amitabha."

Fang Zheng stood up with a smile and threw over the huge Buddha bead in his hand and said:

"Shaolin this catastrophe, the old man can't hide, and he doesn't want to hide, prove it, take care of the three female benefactors around you, go ahead."

Fang Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed to the back mountain, Zhang Huen saw that his face was resolute, and a group of middle-aged and elderly monks were sitting around him chanting sutras and worshipping Buddha, and they didn't listen to the louder and louder shouts of killing at the bottom of the mountain, and lowered their eyes and said:

"How stupid is it to go to the temple with your body?"

"The monk is not in Hongchen, how can he be smart and stupid, we will also return to bliss."

"Amitabha."

The monks who sat down in Fang Zheng did not have any martial arts, Shaolin was here, they might be able to ensure their safety for a while, Shaolin was not there, there was no place to stand in the rivers and lakes, these people had a very high Buddhist cultivation, and they had already broken through life and death and fame and fortune, and they were not afraid of the swords, guns, swords and halberds of the Huashan faction.

"Go, go."

Fang Zheng smiled and waved his hand at him, Zhang Huen gritted his teeth and hit his acupoint with a finger, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and said to those monks:

"Shaolin is gone, we can rebuild, but there are no people, where is Shaolin from, you quickly help Master Fang Zheng up, and break through with me."

A group of monks watched Zhang Huen mess around, and couldn't help but look at each other, in fact, if there is a choice, where will they choose to die, the monks immediately supported Fang Zheng and walked towards the back mountain, Zhang Huen and Mo Chou walked in front together, only to see the master of the empty view guarding the entrance of the Dharma cave like a dead tree silently chanting the scriptures, this monk obviously will not go.

Drilled into the Dharma Cave, a group of people all lined up in a line, walked inside, only to see the sweeping monk dragging a piece of broken dragon stone standing aside, there were constantly monks from his side to drill through, it was Zhang Huen's turn, the sweeping monk's closed eyes suddenly opened, from the tattered monk's robe felt out of a white jade wrench finger handed over, said:

"Heart certificate, you take it, the Shaolin vein will exist or die, and it will have its own number of days." (To be continued.) )