Zuo Ming saw that Leng Tianfeng's murderous aura was like substance, his body was like electricity, and his sword moves were sharp, and he was obviously furious. But he was not there, and once again launched the strange body technique, shuttling between the gaps in Leng Tianfeng's sword moves, avoiding the three killing moves one after another, and his left palm slapped out flat between the middle and the middle, right in Leng Tianfeng's chest. In an instant, Leng Tianfeng took three steps back, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground on his knees with a sword in his right hand, and he was unable to stand up for a while.

Zuo Ming stood in front of Leng Tianfeng, pointed at Leng Tianfeng with a sword, and said through the Rakshasa mask: "Boy, you lost. As he spoke, he raised his sword and slashed it.

"Who is here, who dares to commit murder in my Shaolin Temple. At this moment, there was the sound of others talking on the side, Zuo Ming looked sideways, and saw that the people who came were three monks, each holding a long stick with eyebrows, wearing warrior robes, and it turned out to be three warrior monks who were patrolling the night, and the three of them were standing next to the five corpses, shouting and asking.

Zuo Ming turned his head and said to Leng Tianfeng, "Count yourself lucky." Then he turned to the three warrior monks and shouted, "I killed him, you can bear me." There was disdain in his tone.

"Bold fanatics, don't be caught yet. One of the warrior monks at the head shouted, saying that with a wave of the eyebrow stick in his hand, he was about to step forward with the other two warrior monks to arrest Zuo Ming.

Zuo Ming snorted coldly, the eyes under the face of the Rakshasa ghost flashed, and his body turned into a black lightning bolt and rushed towards the three warrior monks again, and the mouth made a terrible ghost roar, and the sharp sound wave tore the air apart, stinging everyone's eardrums like a spike, and the sword took advantage of the situation to swing out, and the sharp sound of breaking the sky was like the accompaniment of the ghost howl.

The sound of the ghost roar finally stopped, and two of the three warrior monks were already in different places in just one move, and the other was cut out of the chest and abdomen with a knife more than a foot long, and he was also going to die.

Zuo Ming didn't look at it much, turned to Leng Tianfeng and said, "I've had enough today, I'll kill you next time." With that, he turned around and used the cat's escape technique and disappeared into the woods beside him.

Seeing this, Leng Tianfeng forcibly suppressed the internal injuries, and beckoned to Ming Weilin, who had already looked stupid: "Senior Brother Ming, come and help me." ”

When Ming Weilin heard Leng Tianfeng's call, he came back to his senses, hurriedly stepped forward to help Leng Tianfeng, and asked, "Senior Brother Leng, what should I do next?"

"Let's go," Leng Tianfeng spurted out another mouthful of blood, but he didn't care about it, and hurriedly said, "That one named Zuo Ming killed three warrior monks, except for you and me, no one else knows that there are others who have been here, and on the top of the stone tower it is written that I think I am the murderer, and when the other Shaolin monks come to come, they will definitely think that we are the murderers, I am no longer able to fight at the moment, so I have not gone first." When Ming Weilin heard what Leng Tianfeng said, he thought that this was indeed the case, and without saying a word, he picked up Leng Tianfeng and wanted to run down the mountain.

However, at the time of a bowl of tea, the other monks had already rushed to Tallinn, but they did not expect that eight people would die here, and several monks saw this tragic situation, all frowned, and then recited the mantra of death.

After reciting the mantra of the past life, four or five warrior monks with torches stayed behind to guard the scene, and the other monks brought the Shaolin abbot, accompanied by Qingjian, the first seat of the precept institute, and an old monk.

In the distant woods, Kono Somasa's figure was hidden behind a tree, quietly watching everything, no expression could be seen on his face, and after a long time, he spoke: "Uncle Kenji, thank you, this mission was very successful. ”

At this time, a black shadow appeared behind him, wearing a Rakshasa mask, it was the widow Zuo Ming who fought with Leng Tianfeng, and Zuo Ming was Kawashima Kenji, he snorted and said indifferently: "As long as you can bring Zong Bi back to Fusang, no matter how cruel your plan is, I will carry it out, you just let it go." ”

Kono Somasa turned around, first bowed deeply to Kenji Kawashima, and then said, "Thank you Uncle Kenji," and then he sighed again, "But I really didn't expect that Uncle Kenji would tell Sobi his real name." ”

Kenji Kawashima also sighed: "I have to let him know sooner or later," he looked at Kono Somasa, and said with a little meaning, "Somasa, don't forget that we are actually Han Chinese, my Kawashima family surname is Zuo, and your Kono family name is Chu." ”