There was silence in Luoyang City at night.

Lao Meng and his group are confronting the two masters of Shaolin Temple in the Huayue Tower.

At this moment, in front of the Yiwang Mansion, the first guard army under the command of Zhu Ju, the king of Yongning County, is all gathered here, with bows and crossbows and blades, and there are nearly 3,000 men and horses, which have completely blocked the four gates of the palace.

Divide an army into pieces and send it into Luoyang City, and then divide it into dozens of groups to hide, and assemble tonight, only Shaolin Temple has this ability, coordinate the relationship between inside and outside the city, and arrange some big families in the city to hide and provide food.

Overall, it's not easy. After all, it was done.

Zhu Ju has already made up his mind tonight, the banquet in Huayue Tower is only part of this big drama, and the finale is still sung in front of the palace.

The officers leading the troops were all waiting for the letter from the Qinglou, and as soon as there was an order, they would attack the palace.

Such a big move has long been noticed by the people in the palace, and people are panicked for a while. King Yi's personal guards were only more than 300 people in the palace at the moment, and there was a tenfold gap in numbers.

Fortunately, there are still hundreds of iron armors in the palace, and all those who can wear armor have already put them on.

At this moment, Zhu Zhanlong, crowned in yellow robe, calmly stood on a stargazing tower with the highest terrain, holding the railing and looking out, only to see that on the long street, an army array, crows and crows crowded the line of sight, surrounded on all sides, very like the battle clouds pressing the city.

Zhu Zhanlong asked a middle-aged man beside him: "Gaohou, that son of a son wants to rebel against me, why should you be involved." ”

The middle-aged man was dressed in a black moire robe, with a thick and powerful Chinese face, and the bridge of his nose was slightly collapsed, it was Gao Changtai, the Marquis of Weiyuan.

Wei Yuanhou replied teasingly: "This kid of yours is really bold. I received a secret report that there was an unknown team that had infiltrated Luoyang to make trouble, and I came to discuss it with you and surrounded it. ”

King Yi sent Lao Meng to investigate the assassination of the prince, and he thought that with the impetuous nature of his second son, he would inevitably turn his face with Lao Meng, and when the time came, he would pinch the pigtails of the rebel son, beat it hard, and take back the military power. I didn't expect the little county king to play any intrigue with his father at all.

They just flipped the table.

was slightly revealed by Wang He, and the prince wanted to track down the mastermind who assassinated the prince. The little prince panicked, he asked the most trusted strategist Luo Pinghai, and was persuaded by this Shaolin disciple, and finally decided to have a night banquet in Huayuelou tonight, besiege the palace on the other side, and dispose of the eldest brother of the prince after the matter was completed, and then let his father abdicate.

Luo Pinghai thought very well, but he didn't expect that under the noses of the two masters of Shaolin, he was killed by Song Jizu with a phoenix eye cone, which can be said to be the first death before leaving the school.

Lao Meng and his gang are ruthless. With Wang He's help, the two Shaolin monks were also trapped on the spot, and it was difficult to help each other for a while, and the king of Xiaojun rushed to King Yi's mansion to give orders.

Zhu Zhanlong miscalculated, but he still had confidence in his heart, and said with a smile at Gao Changtai: "Collapse your nose, the troops of the two guards of my palace are stationed outside. There are only 300 people who can fight at hand, and they will all be handed over to you. Today I want to see the majesty of Weiyuan Houye! ”

Gao Houye rolled up his sleeves, revealing his scarred forearms, pressed his hand to the guardrail, propped up half of his body to look at the enemy army outside the wall, and said without looking back: "I'm afraid this kid won't come!" ”

The moon is in the sky, and the flower moon is in the building.

Wang He fought hard and wisely, Lao Meng's side fought against the black-clothed Wuche, and he made up his mind to take turns with Mo Kui and Song Jizu. After changing the pranayama one or two, he stepped forward again, forcing the monk to even have less chance to breathe.

There can be more than 100 moves in the attack and defense, at this moment Meng Yishan is holding the knife in his hand, attacking Wu Che, Lao Meng's comprehension of the knife technique soared rapidly in the battle, and the Panwang Divine Knife was split out in a row, like a mountain!

The master of the Shaolin Supervision Institute on the opposite side has already felt the threat brought by Meng Yishan, except for Song Jizu, the sword technique of this scar-faced man has gradually become a success.

The monk's fist is as fast as the wind, interspersed with a shuttle in the knife light, dialing, hitting, pushing, turning, Lao Meng's knife move is forced to withdraw his hand to protect before he can make a circle, and gradually appears stagnant. Fortunately, there is no fixed number of Panwang knives, and they are all loose killer moves. It can withstand this kind of special attack and air attack.

The fist wind and palm momentum roared, Wu Che's strong force forced Meng Yishan's tricks and heat to become more and more spicy, under the guidance of Song Zhangjiao and Mo Kui, the momentum of the sword was like a raging wind and swept down the nine heavens, breaking through the sky and shaking out a thunderbolt!

No matter how high the black-clothed monk's martial arts are, he doesn't want to be sharp, so he took a step out of desperation, stepped sideways and grabbed Lao Meng's vein, and his five fingers came out as fast as a white crane pecking a snake! Lightning strike.

The tip of the middle finger was near, Meng Yishan shrank his wrist sharply, pulled out a knife with his backhand, and slashed the monk's forearm inward with a "swish".

Wu Che changed his hand and changed his hand, his fingers struck the back of the knife with two clicks, and his hand armor was half numb, but it dissolved the splitting force on the knife. One sleeve was swept into the cold of the sword and was smashed!

The rags like black butterflies in the sky have not yet landed, and Lao Meng brushes and brushes! It's another three-knife chop. With his fierce momentum, the black-clothed monk, whose martial arts were much higher than his own, was forced to move, dodging the broken army sword.

Meng Yishan's heart was also a little empty, and Wu Che saw the opportunity to stare at him, and his eyes looked directly at Lao Meng's eyes like a torch.

Meng Yishan was glanced at by him, thinking that he was going to make a move, out of instinctive reaction, he stabbed out, and the black-clothed monk stood there without moving, but only induced the opponent with a witness.

Lao Meng's trick failed, and without waiting to react, Wu Che was angry on his face, and he flashed and slashed up with a palm!

Seeing that the palm of the hand was from far and near, and the strong palm force that could break the monument directly printed on Meng Yishan's chest, Lao Meng turned half of his body in shock, and slashed it with his left palm as a knife. Half of the palm edge immediately swollen red, and the tendons of the arm were also injured! Meng Yishan gritted his teeth, and the inspector rolled over with a lazy donkey!

Wu Che's figure flashed, and he was about to kill Lao Meng with both palms, and Song Jizu behind him struck with a remote attack, and the strength that burst out in the wind made the monk's heart sink!

can only change hands and attack Song Jizu with a palm, which makes Song Zhangjiao's body shake, and his internal strength is not as pure as that of a monk. But the experience of martial arts is far higher than that of Lao Meng, and the dismantling moves are not inferior to the attack, and he is on a par with Wu Che as soon as he gets started.

Mo Kui had been gathering momentum on the side for a long time, holding the heavy Taishi chair, and when Monk Wuche dismantled and walked around, and his back turned behind him, his arms swept away, whew! The dull sound of the wind hit the back of his head, Wu Che had already been hit by a move, and now he was on guard, and he turned around and flashed over, bang! The hard Eight Immortals table behind him was slapped squarely by this, and it couldn't withstand Mo Tiexiong's slam blow, and it fell apart with a bang. Sawdust is scattered everywhere.

Meng Yishan relieved the pain and numbness of his shoulder, stared at the monk fiercely, and suddenly started with two slashes, slashing at Wu Che's chest and abdomen like lightning, Wu Che took a sharp breath, dodged and dodged his abdomen. Song Jizu sent out a phoenix eye cone with condensation, and Mo Kui put down the chair with an iron fist, smashing Wu Che's face door.

The forehead of the black-clothed Wuche was already sweating, not to mention the physical strength consumed by one enemy and three enemies, and the torment in his heart was even more intense. The three's wheel tactics are interlocking. Continuous onslaught. The monk gradually gained the upper hand.

The four of them fought against each other in the pavilion, causing the surrounding utensils to fly, and the culprit who provoked this fight, Zhu Ju, turned pale and leaned against the corner of the wall, for fear that Lao Meng would be addicted to him and cut him down. What a royal status, at the moment he just wants to live.

On the other side, Wang He fought against the Heavenly King Zhiwu, his moves were crazy, and he did not hesitate to use the internal force of the real yuan at the extreme, and shot at Zhiwu with ten fingers, pointing the way Yin and Yang used each other, and the sneering cracks were cold in the ears, and the opponents who were idle were difficult to resist the offensive of this Tianhe dumping and rushing.

Monk Zhiwu's robe had already been torn off in the fierce battle, revealing the sea green monk's robe inside. The robe was windless, obviously full of true qi, and with a loud shout, the old monk's palms swirled like sharp axes, and the heavy stone grinding palm force scattered most of the finger wind attacking from the opposite side, and went straight to the door of the Wang River.

Wang He suddenly turned his head to the side, but his right shoulder was swept by the old monk's palm, and he was dislocated with a click.

The severe pain made Wang He's face pale, but his left hand also threw out a finger force at the same time as the stroke, Zhi Wu was in a hurry to enter and exit the palm, a gap appeared under the ribs, and with a snort, he was cone into this finger, and his body trembled like thunder, and he felt that his eyes were dark in pain, and the things in front of him became a little blurred.

Zhi Wu Mo used his true qi to dissolve the wound, and he felt a burning heat, and it was difficult for his true power to pass through. was instructed by Wang He to hurt the liver meridian, and the injury affected his eyes, and he could no longer grasp the dynamics of the opponent.

Wang He struggled to be beaten without a palm, and injured his meridians with his backhand.

It's just that the prince obviously underestimated the power of the palm of this Buddhist Heavenly King, and it was useless to unload the heavy shoulder of the stroke, and half of the arm was difficult to move for a while. It's a lose-lose situation.

Wang He turned his heart sideways, forcibly suppressed the sharp pain from his arm, and continued to attack with one left hand, his subordinates were even more ruthless, just wanting to defeat the Heavenly King Zhiwu in order to frustrate the prestige of Shaolin.

Lao Meng and his gang beat Wu Che one by one, and the black-clothed monk gradually hit the real fire, and his body unfolded like a dancing black crane, and the crane-shaped palm patted left and right. The right hand flipped his wrist like a snake and grabbed Meng Yishan's blade, and the left hand quickly repelled Song Jizu's palm move, and the remaining strength was not gone, and the rebound pipa borrowed a wave of strength, and a palm imprinted on Mo Kui's chest.

Mo Tiexiong's heart ached violently, and he snorted and took two steps back, a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, it was a backshot with residual strength, and if the fist hit Mo Kui, he would have to be seriously injured and vomit blood.

Wu Che made a dangerous blow, regained the three-point lead, and made two types of monument wrestlers in a row, just pressing Lao Meng and Song Jizu back two steps.

Mo Kui came back to his strength, shouted loudly, and plunged his fists into Wu Che's ribs through the wind, the monk had the heart to dodge, but he was entangled by Meng Yishan's knife moves, Song Jizu was silent and ruthless, these two people were far more threatening than Mo Kui, and he had to take it hard because he weighed too much.

There was a muffled bang, Mo Kui's fists were hit, and a trace of pain appeared on Monk Wu Che's face, this time the fight was too fierce, Mo Tiexiong was shocked by the strength of the rebound and sat down, although he looked embarrassed, Mo Kui was smiling, he was strong and strong, and a full blow was enough for the monk to suffer.

Wu Che's face turned vermilion, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped straight, resonating with these two punches, shaking his internal organs! Attacking again was no longer as agile as before, and it hurt as a rib knife scrape when he dodged and moved. The body was obviously sluggish, and after a few moves, Song Jizu imprinted a palm on his waist and crotch, and the monk tried his best to dodge.

But he didn't dare to let Lao Meng's broken saber cut it again, and it was really fatal.

He let Lao Meng and his gang eat to death, and he didn't have a chance to watch it, but he hoped that Yizhi couldn't suppress Wang He quickly and rushed to help. Otherwise, it won't hold on!

The figure of the old monk Zhiwu is vertical and horizontal, and the power of the palm is undiminished, but he was injured by Wang He's finger, and his vision has been blurred.

The great monk felt that it was difficult to fight with Wang He for a long time, so he wanted to see the opportunity to attack a few tricks and retreat with the little county king.

The top priority is to get out of Huayue Tower and take Zhu Ju to King Yi's Mansion to give orders, so as to promote the fight between their father and son and weaken King Yi's power.

"Let's go!" Zhi Wukou made a noise of the Buddha's horn, and the stone mill palm rotated and pushed three palms, and the fierce latent strength forced Wang He to take a few steps back, not daring to pinch it!

The black-clothed monk was besieged by three people, and was struggling to support, and his heart was shocked when he heard the sound, and he gradually moved to the window on the north side of the attic by demolishing the move, and he struggled to attack several punches, and beat the tiger and the tiger, but in fact, it was a bluff. Waiting for Lao Meng to dismantle the shelf, Wu Che turned over and jumped backwards, and broke the pane with one palm and fell out.

Zhi Wu shouted at the same time, and the iron arhat punched out a chain, and several people in the room were forced to slow down by his awe-inspiring fist style, and the old monk took advantage of the situation to grab Zhu Ju and lifted him up. Throw your hand and throw it downstairs. Zhu Ju screamed in horror, and his true soul was out of his body.

Meng Yishan's murderous anger rushed straight to his eyebrows, grabbed it and ran to Zhu Ju with a knife, his hand was black and poisonous, and he broke the saber and slashed straight down.

Zhiwu was shocked, and secretly said, "How is it a muddy person, even the king of the county doesn't care" hurriedly turned around, kicked away the treasure knife that was pressing on the top, and took advantage of the situation to throw Zhu Ju out of the window and fall to the long street outside the building.

Zhu Ju ran away, and his wisdom was too late. Wang He's five fingers turned into a lotus open palm print slapped up, Song Jizu's palms came one after another, Mo Kui stepped forward and punched a punch, and the strength of the three of them converged in one place, hitting Zhiwu together.

The old monk could not avoid it, his tall body pulled out, and he struggled to shoot out two tiger claws, and there was a big shock when the palm force was connected, and the wind overflowed, and the floor under the four people was unbearable, and several were broken with two clicks. Zhiwu's body shook, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the rosary chain on his hand was also torn apart by this blow, crackling and falling to the ground.

Monk Zhiwu only felt that his chest was stuffy as if a piece of lead had been blocked, and his footsteps were as empty as cotton wool.

He forcibly lifted his spirit and kicked up, his shoulder and back slammed into the wooden board of the attic, and he tumbled down from the upper floor, and the three people who attacked together were shocked back by more than a step, and Mo Kui, who had the worst kung fu, was numb in his arm, and the sharp pain passed from his fingers to his shoulder. Rao is natural power can't afford it, Wang He's face is as white as paper, Song Jizu is also floating in blood and blood, and he thinks of this day Wang Zhiwu with palpitations, and his reputation is worthless.

The four people followed closely and fell into the center of the street, only to see two monks, one left and one right, holding Zhu Ju's two hands respectively, sweeping a few feet, and the speed between the sweeps was staggering, rushing straight to the street.

Wang He was sent by Zhu Zhanlong, the task was to watch Zhu Ju, that could let the monk take away, and he got up and chased after him, just ran out of more than 20 steps, and there was a wind behind him, and he saw that Lao Meng and him were only separated by two positions, and he couldn't help but be surprised that this guy is so good?

He knew that Meng Yishan's light achievements were better than Yun Ao's Miao Jiang True Biography, and he learned the butterfly flying body method of the prostitute thief, and in terms of starting speed, he was not inferior to Wang He in the short term.

The two of them were so fast, but they were still dozens of steps behind the Shaolin monk, and the two of them were fast, alternating their strength, not to mention the burden of Zhu Ju, but they still opened up the distance between them and the chasing soldiers behind them. As long as you get out of the street and turn into the Luoyang market, you can expect to be safe.

Seeing that he was about to get his wish, Mr. Yan's voice from Huayue Upstairs came through the night wind: "Catch two monks, they kidnap the little county king, and the sin is unforgivable!" ”

The words were addressed to the ambush soldiers on this street, and the soldiers of the county prince's mansion who surrounded them did not know whether the county prince was defeated and absconded, and immediately gathered together when they heard Yan Ji's shout.

The little county king was in the hands of the monks, and the soldiers did not dare to release arrows, and in the blink of an eye, about a dozen people staggered to block the road.

The two monks secretly scolded the scholar for this bad thing. These ambushes were originally cleared by Luo Pinghai in order to deal with Lord Xue, Liu Zongbing and others, but he didn't expect Wang He to counterattack and abolish the arrangement. He also blocked his own way.

Wang He chased after him, and the two of them had to rely on Zhu Ju to make a talisman and rush to King Yi's mansion. Stop and explain that there is no time.

had to speed up and rush into the crowd, like a hurricane, and the soldiers who were slightly ahead were slapped to death by Wu Che and Shang Tie with one palm, and the two dragged Zhu Ju and rushed quickly to the street. The little king was carried by the two of them, and everyone was so frightened that they shouted all the way: "Let me go!" Help me! ”

At this shout, the soldiers below thought that he had been hijacked, and several of his own soldiers even met the front and intercepted him with horizontal knives, so angry that his eyes were dark, and he hated to fall to death this waste who couldn't support the wall. This delay, Wang He Meng Yishan has already rushed closer to him less than five steps, a rise and fall can catch up, the two monks glanced at each other, Zhi Wu hurriedly said to Wu Che: "Go to Yiwangfu and complete Pinghai's wish!" ”

The old monk resolutely turned around and blocked the pursuers.