The two monks looked at each other.

Under the torch light, the heads of the two of them, one brighter than the other.

"Ask the monk's number?"

"The poor monk Yuanzhen is the abbot's junior brother, and if you win my abbot, you will naturally fight with you."

Master Yuanzhen stepped forward as he spoke, and he used the King Kong Palm, which is one of the 72 Shaolin stunts.

Moreover, Master Yuanzhen's Vajra Prajna Palm has reached the 8th level of the True Qi Realm, and the next level is the perfection of the True Qi Realm.

Therefore, this set of palm techniques was extremely powerful, and in an instant, he saw that his palm turned into countless phantoms, and his true qi was about to come out.

Zen Master Tuotuo's body turned, his arms shook together, and the two of them fought in one place. After 20 rounds, the two big slaps slapped together, and the whistling air wave instantly caught fire.

Master Yuanzhen's palm drew a circle in the air, although he extinguished the flames of the Red Flame Palm, but he couldn't withstand the palm power of Zen Master Tuotuo, because his palm power was the True Qi Mirror Perfection Realm, and the two people's cultivation was one layer apart.

Master Yuanzhen flew out upside down and was a few feet away, his face like smoke and fire.

"Brother?" The abbot hurried to catch him.

At this time, Yuanzhen's chest rose and fell, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The abbot hurriedly used the Yijin Sutra to resolve his internal injuries.

"Haha......" Zen Master Tuotuo won for a while, and let out a smug laugh.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" Zhao Mingzhen, the No. 2 person of the Wudang faction, flew to fight Zen Master Tuotuo, "Tuotuo, eat my palm!"

Zhao Mingzhen has a hot temperament, aggressive nature, and has a deep friendship with Master Yuanzhen of the Shaolin School, the two often learn martial arts, Master Yuantong lost the battle, Zhao Mingzhen felt that his face was dull, and he wanted to avenge his good friend.

Zhao Mingzhen went to heaven to come out of the Tai Chi Bagua Serial Palm, as if he could do the trick of doppelgangers, one old Tao became two, two became four, and four became eight.

Zhao Mingzhen's figure changed and coincided, and the Tai Chi chain palm launched by the five elements of Bagua Steps, the two qi waves became yin and yang, and the two whirlpools roared towards Tuotuo Zen Master.

Zen Master Tuotuo saw that Zhao Mingzhen was fierce, a cloud turned his head, his body jumped into the air, his feet were facing up and his head was down, and the big bald head passed by the edge of the two waves of qi.

"This immortal chief signed up to fight again." Zen Master Tuotuo said after falling.

"Wudang Sect Zhao Mingzhen!" Zhao Mingzhen said snap, and the Tai Chi gossip chain palm kept slapping at Zen Master Tuotuo.

Zen Master Tuotuo was taken aback, the two veterans of the Wudang faction, Zhang Mingzhi and Zhao Mingzhen, were more powerful than the other, representing the essence of Wudang's peerless learning.

Zen Master Tuotuo did not dare to be careless, and still used his Red Flame Palm to fight Zhao Mingzhen.

More than a dozen rounds later, the wave of qi played by the great monk instantly caught fire.

Yuanzhen suffered a loss just now, Zhao Mingzhen would not be fooled in the same way, knowing that this old monk's palm power was extraordinary, so he didn't fight with him for internal strength, Zhao Mingzhen dodged with a ladder of clouds.

Tiyun Zong is a mastery of light skills of the Wudang School, with a body as light as a swallow and movements like piercing clouds. Therefore, Zen Master Tuotuo's palm did not hurt him at all.

When it fell, Zhao Mingzhen had a three-foot long sword in his hand, and when he saw that the Taiji Bagua Serial Palm could not win, he used the Shenmen 13 swords.

This set of swordsmanship was also created by Zhang Sanfeng back then, and it was one of the mastery of the Wudang School.

Ten thousand sword lights roared, and it was like a ghost gate.

Zen Master Tuotuo responds to all changes with the same, and is still the Red Flame Divine Palm to meet the enemy. Two palms against the sword, after the two of them killed dozens of times, the sword blade and palm force collided together, and the fire instantly ignited.

Zhao Mingzhen is also an eighth-layer cultivator of the True Qi Realm.

Therefore, his Divine Gate Thirteen Swords couldn't withstand the palm power of the Red Flame Divine Palm, and the flames burned along the sword blade, and the line of fire burned to Zhao Mingzhen's body, and the Dao robe was burned.

The sword fell to the ground.

The monk Lao Dao who was present hurriedly put out the fire, Zhao Mingzhen was burned unconscious, his beard and eyebrows were all burned, and his face was all edema.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" Zhang Mingzhi, the head of Wudang, was furious, "What a vicious thief monk!"

Zhang Mingzhi was about to make a move, but Master Yuantong, the abbot of Shaolin, stopped him, "Wait, Tuotuo picks

It's our Shaolin faction that fights, and the old man will meet him!"

Master Yuantong jumped over and fought with Zen Master Tuotuo.

Both of them are masters of the True Qi Realm Perfection Realm, and they stretched out their hands for 80 rounds, without winning or losing, and the roaring qi waves hit together, making a loud and explosive sound.

Tuotuo still uses the Red Flame Divine Palm.

But his Red Flame Divine Palm couldn't stand up in front of the Shaolin abbot, and he couldn't even get up the flames, so he was dissolved by the Yijin Sutra.

Another 20 rounds have passed, and Zen Master Tuotuo can't support it, after all, he has picked the masters of the Shaolin Wudang faction, plus the internal force of this battle is seriously depleted.

In the end, the two people jumped into the air, and the four big slaps slapped together.

The air wave made an explosion sound.

The Shaolin abbot only took a few steps back, and the Zen master Tuotuo flew out upside down and slipped his head, and finally fell from the air, and was rescued by Zuo Menggeng's soldiers who vomited blood and vomited blood, and finally passed out.

"Shaolin Kung Fu really lives up to its reputation, and the abbot plays well! Hahaha......"

The sound was transmitted in the night sky, and the air echoed, and the soldiers under Zuo Mengeng were all shocked, looking around, but they didn't see anyone.

The soldiers of the Ming army and these masters were happy in their hearts, and soon, several phantoms shook in the night sky and fell one after another.

The head of the leader wears a dragon crown, wears a dragon robe, and hangs the sword of the Son of Heaven on his waist, which is the Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty.

Then a fat eunuch was carried down from the sky by two big internal masters. After a few brocade guards fell, there were dozens of figures dressed in white, and if you looked closely, they were all White Lotus Sectists, led by a little boy with two beautiful women.

"Your Majesty? See the Emperor's ...... I've seen Your Majesty......

The Ming soldiers present will be headed by Li Yan, and the martial arts masters will be led by Shaolin Wudang, and all of them will give Chongzhen a military salute.

At this time, there was a commotion among the soldiers under Zuo Mengeng.

"Emperor Wu of the Great Ming Dynasty is here?"

"This is the Great Ming Wu Emperor who has great merit?"

"It is said that this is a demon cult and demon disciple, not only martial arts, but also demon magic......

In the midst of the commotion, those who knew Chongzhen's name and those who had seen his skills were shocked and retreated.

Zuo Mengeng and Maoshan Ersheng's eyes immediately widened. The emperor personally stepped out, which they did not expect. There are hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses under his command, and there are so many martial arts masters, it is said that he disdains the emperor to do it himself.

But it actually fell from the sky.

It seems that this faint gentleman is still the same old problem, and he is bound to bow down.

If you are here today, you must not let him run. After cleaning up the faint king, all the charges have become a famous name for centuries.

Zuo Mengeng made up his mind and pinned all his hopes on the two saints of Maoshan.

Don't look at the many people in Chongzhen, in addition to thousands of horses and thousands of troops, they also brought hundreds of martial arts masters, Wudang, Shaolin, and the White Lotus Sect, all of whom have become the minions of the faint monarch.

But so what? Ben Shuai has the vast power of the two saints of Maoshan is enough, these two old ways have boundless mana, just now their two saints shot, the gods abdicated. Thousands of generals and so-called martial arts masters were simply vulnerable in front of their two saints.

Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty Chongzhen