Zhang Wuji saw that the three old monks killed the four masters of the Kunlun faction in a moment, lifting weights lightly, with ease, and the high level of martial arts is really rare in life, compared to the deer stick and the crane pen Weng seems to be excessive, even if it is not as unfathomable as the master Zhang Sanfeng, but it has also reached the realm of the gods. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info there are still such elders in the Shaolin faction, but I am afraid that even Master Tai and Yang Xiao don't know, his heart is pounding, and he doesn't dare to move in the grass.

I saw Yuan Zhen legs in succession and kicked the bodies of He Taichong and Ban Shuxian into the deep valley. The body fell, and it took a while for two muffled voices to be heard. Zhang Wuji secretly thought: "He Taichong repaid me with grievances, and today he wants to harm my father-in-law, rob the treasure knife, and have a low character, but he is really a master craftsman in martial arts, and he doesn't want to end up like this." ”

I only heard Yuan Zhen say respectfully: "The three Taishi uncles have great skills, and they killed the four masters of the Kunlun faction with a single gesture, and Yuan Zhen admires them so much that it is difficult to say." ”

An old monk snorted, but did not answer. Yuan Zhen said again: "Yuan Zhen is ordered by the abbot to ask the three uncles for peace, and I have a few words to say to the prisoner. ”

A withered voice said: "Kongjian Master and nephew are highly virtuous and profound, and the three of us are the most affectionate, and he originally carried forward the martial arts of the Shaolin faction, but unfortunately died at the hands of this traitor." The three of us have been imprisoned for decades, and we have long been ignorant of dust, and this time I came to this mountain peak for the sake of seeing my master and nephew. Since this traitor is innocent of death, he will kill him with one knife, so why bother with so many instigations to disturb the cultivation of the three of us?"

Yuan Zhen bowed down and said, "Uncle Tai has what he ordered." Just because the abbot's uncle said: Although my teacher is plotting to kill this traitor, how hard is my teacher, how can this traitor be harmed by the strength of one person? Second, he asked him to hand over the Dragon Slaying Treasure Knife, so as not to fall into the hands of other factions, usurp the name of the Martial Arts Supreme, and lose the prestige of his sect for thousands of years. ”

When Zhang Wuji heard this, he couldn't help but grit his teeth secretly, and said in his heart: "Yuanzhen, this evil thief is really a thousand knives, and it is difficult to resist his crimes. I heard an old monk snort and said, "Tell him." ”

At this time, the heavy rain did not stop, and the thunder rumbled endlessly. Yuan Zhen walked between the three pine trees, knelt on the ground, and said to the ground: "Xie Xun, have you figured it out? As long as you tell me where the dragon slayer knife is stored, I will let you walk immediately." ”

Zhang Wuji was very surprised: "Why is he talking to the ground, is there a dungeon here, and my stepfather is imprisoned in it?"

Suddenly, an old monk with a clear voice said angrily: "Yuanzhen, the monk doesn't speak, why did you lie to him? If he told him where the knife was hidden, would you really let him go?" All he had to do was say where the sword was hidden, and Benpai got the sword and let him go. Three years later, the disciple went to him again to avenge his teacher. The old monk said, "That's it." In the martial arts, faith and righteousness come first, words are like arrows, even if they are guilty of great rape and evil, Shaolin disciples cannot lose their trust in others. Yuan Zhen said: "I would like to follow the teachings of Uncle Taishi." ”

Zhang Wuji thought to himself: "These three Shaolin monks are not only outstanding in martial arts, but also virtuous monks, but they have fallen into the tricks of Yuanzhen and are unconscious. I only heard Yuan Zhen shout to the ground again: "Xie Xun, did you hear what my uncle said?" The three old men promised to let you escape. ”

Suddenly, I heard a voice from underground: "Cheng Kun, do you still have the face to talk to me?"

Zhang Wuji heard this voice majestic and desolate, it was the accent of his father-in-law, and his heart was shocked, and he couldn't wait to rush forward immediately, kill Cheng Kun, and rescue Xie Xun, but as soon as he appeared, the three Shaolin monks of the black suo beckoned over, even if Cheng Kun did not make a move, he was not the enemy of the three monks, and he was now restrained and thought: "After the true evil monk left, I stepped forward to meet the three monks, explaining the twists and turns in the middle." The three of them are so good at Buddhism that they can't be unclear about right and wrong. ”

I only heard Yuan Zhen sighing: "Xie Xun, you and I are old, why bother to worry about all the old things? At most, it will only be twenty years, and you and I will return to the loess together." I have treated you badly, and I have had good days with you. The past has been written off. Xie Xun listened to his rambling words, ignored him, and when he stopped, he said: "Cheng Kun, do you still have the face to talk to me?" Yuan Zhen repeated for a long time, Xie Xun always said: "Cheng Kun, do you still have the face to talk to me?"

Yuan Zhen said coldly: "I'll let you think about it for three more days." After three days, if I don't tell me where the dragon slayer is, you can imagine what I will do against you. ”

As he spoke, he stood up, bowed to the three monks, and walked down the mountain.

Zhang Wuji waited for him to go away, and was about to tell the three monks for a long time, when he suddenly felt that the air flow around his body was slightly abnormal, and there was no sign of this attack in advance, and he was startled, and immediately rolled away on the ground, only to feel that two long objects swept across his face, not more than half a foot apart, and he was in a hurry, but there was no strong wind, and it was two black ropes. He only rolled out, and another black rope was pointed at his chest, and the black rope turned into a straight blade, like a spear, like a rod, and stabbed at the same time, and at the same time the other two black ropes were also wound from behind him.

He had seen that the four masters of the Kunlun Sect had lost their lives in an instant, and he knew that these three strange blades were extremely powerful, and he was even more frightened at this moment. He flipped his left hand, grabbed the black rope that came from the chest, and was about to throw it away, when he suddenly felt that the long rope shook, and a mountain of internal strength hit his chest. In this moment of lightning and fire, he waved his right hand back, brushed away the two black ropes that attacked from behind, and the left hand of the Qiankun Great Mind Movement Technique was mixed with Jiuyang Divine Skill, one by one, and his body rose with his strength, and with a whoosh, his body went straight to the sky.

At this moment, the white light in the sky was dazzling, and three or four lightning bolts were shining together, and only the two monks could hear a "um" sound, as if they were quite surprised by his martial arts. These lightning bolts illuminated his figure, and the three monks looked up and were even more surprised to see that this master with supreme magic skills was actually a country boy with a filthy face. The three black ropes were like three ink dragons with teeth and claws, and they rose sharply and pounced on them from three sides. Zhang Wuji used the electric light to see the faces of the three monks at a glance. Sitting in the northeast corner, the monk's face was as black as pig iron, the monk in the northwest corner was as yellow as a tree, and the monk in the south was as white as paper. The three monks all had deep-set cheeks, so thin that they had no muscles, and the yellow-faced monk squinted. The five eyes of the three old monks reflected the lightning, and they looked even more bright.

Seeing the three black ropes will be rolled up, he left and right, a roll and a wrap, with the strength of the three people, has rolled the three black ropes together, this gesture, but Zhang Sanfeng passed on the Wudang School Tai Chi method, the strength into a round, three black ropes on the internal strength was immediately pulled into a ball. I only heard a few loud bangs, and several thunderbolts came in succession, and the power of the thunder and earthquake in this heaven and earth was thrilling. Zhang Wuji flipped an arrow bucket in mid-air, hooked his left foot on the branch of a pine tree, his body was already fixed, and he said loudly in the thunderstorm: "The younger generation, the Mingjiao sect advocates Wuji, and meets the three senior monks." As he spoke, he stood with his left foot in the pine and his right foot in the air, bowing in salute. The branches of the pine tree rose and fell like waves with his worship, and Zhang Wuji stood steadily, his figure elegant. Although he bowed and saluted, he was condescending and did not fall behind.

As soon as the three monks felt that the black rope was entangled with each other by his internal strength, they shook their backhands, and the three ropes were separated.

The three monks are only three moves and nine styles, each of which hides dozens of trick changes, dozens of killers, how do you know that the other party actually dissolves these three moves and nine styles one by one, although each style is extremely dangerous when dissolving, a slight difference, it is a broken tendon and bone, and the disaster of losing one's life and death, but it still seems to be free and easy, and the danger is like a disaster. The three monks had never encountered such a powerful opponent in their lives, and they were all shocked. They didn't know that Zhang Wuji had done his best to resolve these three moves and nine styles, and he was secretly adjusting the true qi that had become a mess in the dantian by taking advantage of the ups and downs of the pine branches.

The martial arts made by Zhang Wuji include the three major divine skills of Jiuyang Divine Skill, Qiankun Great Shift, and Taijiquan, and the last somersault in mid-air is the mental method engraved on the Holy Fire Order. Although the three Shaolin monks have unique skills, they have been sitting in the prison for decades, and they have not heard of the world, and they have never seen any of his four kung fu, and they only vaguely feel that his internal strength and Shaolin Jiuyang Gong seem to be all the way, but the majestic and subtle places are far from the victory of the Shaolin faction. When he heard his own name, he turned out to be the leader of the Ming Sect, and the admiration and surprise in the hearts of the three monks turned into anger.

The old monk with a pale face said senran: "The old man also said where the master came, but it turned out that the great devil of the Demon Sect had arrived. The three brothers have been imprisoned for decades, not only ignoring mundane affairs, but also ignoring the major affairs of the temple. I didn't mean to meet the Demon Sect Master today, which was really a blessing in my life. ”

Zhang Wuji listened to his left sentence "Demon Head" and right sentence "Demon Sect", obviously he had a deep evil feeling for this sect, and he couldn't help but hesitate, and he didn't know how to open his mouth to make a statement. I only heard the yellow-faced old monk say: "The Demon Sect Leader is Yang Dingtian! How can it be Your Excellency?" Zhang Wuji said: "It has been nearly thirty years since the Yang Sect Master passed away. The yellow-faced old monk said "ah", stopped talking, and in an exclamation, it seemed to contain infinite sadness and disappointment.

Zhang Wuji thought to himself: "He was extremely sad to hear that the Yang Sect Master had passed away, and he must have had a deep friendship with the Yang Sect Master back then. The righteous father is the old department of the Yang Sect Master, and I will move the old people's feelings, and then talk about the reason why the Yang Sect Master died in a real anger, and what do you think?"

The yellow-faced old monk said: "Naturally, I know." If Lao Wei didn't know the great hero Yang Dingtian, how could he become a one-eyed person? My three brothers and sisters, why would they sit in the dry meditation for more than 30 years?" These words were plain and plain, but the pain and resentment contained in them were obviously deep and huge. Zhang Wuji secretly shouted: "Oops, terrible." From his words, one of the old monk's eyes was broken in the hands of Yang Dingtian, and his three brothers and sisters had been sitting in Zen for more than 30 years, and they had worked hard to avenge this grievance. At this time, I heard that the great enemy was dead, and I couldn't help but be disappointed.

The yellow-faced old monk suddenly let out a clear whistle and said: "Sect Leader Zhang, the old man is known as Doom, this white-faced junior brother is Fa Ming Du, this black-faced junior brother is Fa name Dutrio." Yang Dingtian is dead, and the deep hatred of the three of us has to fall on the current sect leader. Our teacher and nephew, Kongjian and Kongxu, both died at the hands of your sect. Since you have come here, you have nothing to fear. Decades of grievances and grievances, we have made a decision in martial arts. ”

Zhang Wuji said: "The younger generation and your faction have no Liang Zi, and they are here to rescue their father-in-law, the golden lion king Xie Daxia. Although the monk was injured by mistake for my father-in-law, there were quite twists and turns. As for the death of the void monk, it has nothing to do with our sect. The three of them must not only listen to one side, but must distinguish between right and wrong. ”

The white-faced old monk said: "According to you, who harms emptiness?" Zhang Wuji frowned and said: "As far as the younger generation knows, the emptiness monk is a samurai who died in the Ruyang Palace. "Who led the warriors of the Ruyang Palace?" Zhang Wuji said: "The daughter of the King of Ruyang, the Han name is Zhao Min." "I heard Yuan's truth, this woman has already joined forces with your religion to do a journey, she rebelled against her father and joined the Chengming Sect, is this statement true or false?" Zhang Wuji had to say: "Yes, she ...... She's ...... now Now the darkness has been abandoned and the light has been turned on. ”

Du Zheng said loudly: "It is the Golden Lion King Xie Xun of the Demon Sect who kills the void, and it is Zhao Min of the Demon Sect who kills the void." This Zhao Min even broke through the Shaolin Temple, and captured the disciples of our temple, and the most unforgivable person was to engrave insulting words on the sixteen Arhat statues in this temple. Coupled with one of my brother's eyes, the three of us together have been in dry meditation for a hundred years. Sect Leader Zhang, this account is not settled with you, but with whom?"

Zhang Wuji sighed, thinking that since he admitted to containing Zhao Min, her past evils were only contracted by an ancient brain, and in an instant, he deeply understood his father's feelings of killing himself because of his beloved wife's past crimes, as for the grudge between the Yang Sect Master and his father-in-law, to this day, the words of the catastrophe are good: If I don't take it, who will take it?

His body was straight, his strength was on tiptoe, and the undulating branch suddenly froze, not moving at all, and said loudly: "Since the three old Zen masters said so, the younger generation has no escape responsibility, and all the sins will be borne by the younger generation alone." But my father-in-law hurt the monk Kongjian, and there are countless hardships in him, and I asked the three old Zen masters for forgiveness. ”

Du Er said: "What do you dare to intercede for Xie Xun? Could it be that the three of my senior brothers can't kill you?" Zhang Wuji thought that things had come to this, and he could only fight hard, and then said: "The younger generation is one against three, and it is never the opponent of the three, please teach the old Zen master?" With such a deep hatred in the sea of blood, you can't pay attention to the rules of the rivers and lakes. Good devil, come down and die. Amitabha!" As soon as he announced the Buddha's name, the two monks said in unison: "My Buddha is merciful!"

Three black cords flew up and swept towards him.

Zhang Wuji's body sank, and he jumped down from between the three black ropes, his feet had not yet touched the ground, his body shape had changed in mid-air, and he rushed towards the crossing. As soon as he stood with his left palm, he flipped out, and a strong wind struck him in the lower abdomen. Zhang Wuji turned around and unloaded his strength, and used the Qiankun Great Mind Shifting Method to dissolve the palm power, and at this time, the two black ropes of the doom and the tribulation were rolled up at the same time. Zhang Wuji went around half a circle. The left palm of the catastrophe swung violently, and it hit him silently. Zhang Wuji saw a move between the three pine trees, and suddenly split out with a palm, and flew hundreds of soybean-sized raindrops towards Du'e with a strong wind. Du Er turned his head sideways to avoid it, but there were still dozens of hits on his face, and it was a faint pain, and he shouted: "Good boy!" Hei Suo trembled, turned into two circles, and covered Zhang Wuji's head from mid-air. Zhang Wuji's body was like a flying arrow, avoiding the rope circle, and rushing towards the catastrophe.

The more he fought, the more frightened he became, only to feel that the air flow around his body seemed to gradually condense into glue under the agitation of the three black ropes and the three palm winds. He had never encountered such a strong opponent since he had learned martial arts. The three monks not only have exquisite tricks, but also have incomparably strong internal strength. Zhang Wuji was seventy percent defensive at the beginning, and there were still thirty percent offensive, and when he fought to more than 200 moves, he gradually felt that the true qi in his body was not pure, and he had to defend only and not attack, in order to protect himself.

His Jiuyang Divine Skill was originally inexhaustible, and it became stronger and stronger, but at this time, every move required a great amount of internal strength, and he gradually felt that he had no stamina, which was something he had never experienced since he practiced the Divine Skill. even dismantled dozens of tricks, thinking: "If you continue to fight, you will only die in vain." Today, we will get rid of ourselves, and we will go to make an appointment with my grandfather, Yang Zuo, Fan You, and Wei Bat King, and the five of us will work together to win the three monks, and then we will come to rescue my father-in-law. ”

At the moment, Xiang Du'e made three quick moves, and was about to grab out of the circle, but the circle composed of three black ropes was already similar to an iron wall, and he hit several times, but he was blocked back, and he couldn't get out.

He was shocked: "It turns out that the three monks join forces, as if they are one, this kind of kung fu with the same mind, can anyone really do it in the world?" He thought again: "In this way, even if I asked my grandfather and other masters to come with me, I would not be able to break through the wall formed by the three of them. Is it true that my stepfather will not be able to save him at last, and that I will die here today?"

He was anxious in his heart, his spirit was slightly scattered, and his shoulder was swept by the five fingers of the tragedy, and the pain was in the bone marrow, and he said in his heart: "It is not a pity for me to die, but the grievances of my father-in-law must be redressed." The father-in-law was arrogant all his life, and since he fell into the hands of others, he would never defend himself with a word. At that moment, he said loudly: "Three old Zen masters, the younger generation is trapped today, their lives are difficult to protect, and the eldest husband is dead when he dies, what is the way? There is one thing that must be said...... "Whirring twice, two black ropes attacked from the left and right, Zhang Wuji pulled left and right, turned into strength, and continued: "The name of the Yuan Zhen layman, called Cheng Kun, nicknamed the Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt, is the karma of my father-in-law Xie Xun......