Kun Buduo sneered: "If I don't make a move, do you want to watch him cut off my beloved disciple's hand?" Very good, since you have come to this troubled water, if there are any deaths and injuries among your beggar disciples, it will also be because of you. ”

Master Kuyun of Qingliang Temple said: "You lama is good to be strong, although the thunder sound transmission is the ancestor of your temple, but it is given to Shaolin Temple by our emperor Gaozu." The whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's ministers, you and I, as courtiers, are the saint's graces, how can we give and receive each other privately and blaspheme the emperor's grace. Moreover, there were two casualties in your temple, and two casualties in his Shaolin Temple. One life is worth one life, and you two owe each other nothing. If you are held accountable, it is also because you have sent people to force you to do so, so that you have caused people's lives. Even if you are an official, you should be asked for the crime of hurting people. The abbot of Shaolin Temple is merciful, does not care about you, and has general knowledge, but you do not forgive, and you are entangled here, and you can't eat the slightest loss!"

Kunbudo sneered: "You Central Plains people are really clever tongues, and you can easily reverse right and wrong in a few words;

Empty Dao: "Amitabha, the matter has come to this, my Shaolin Temple has been benevolent and righteous, and the living Buddha wants to destroy my Shaolin, so he will step on the corpse of the old man first." All the fellow martial artists have worked tirelessly to mediate, and the poor monks have thanked them in advance!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and folded his hands to thank Tie Qiuying, Huang Taichu and the others one by one, and then said: "However, the personnel have been exhausted, and the destiny of heaven will not be violated." If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell! Amitabha, good, good. ”

When the Shaolin monks heard this, their mood was agitated, and dozens of senior monks such as sincerity, karma, and fate walked towards Kunbu Duo with a brush, and lined up on the side of the empty body. As far as the eye could see, the white whiskers hung down and the robe was like fire, like a wall in front of Khumbuddor. I only heard the Damo Academy host Cheng roar angrily: "Tie the Arhat Great Array!" Before the words fell, I saw clusters and clusters of gray shadows rushing out from all sides, holding eighteen weapons such as knives, guns, sticks, etc. A slight tilt surrounded Kumbuduo and the others in the core.

Tie Qiuying, the leader of the beggar gang, said: "The living Buddha has strong martial arts, and he is arrogant in the Central Plains martial arts. Presumably it was because of this intention that today's events have been brought about. This matter is related to the reputation of the entire Central Plains martial arts, and it is no longer a personal grudge. If you hurt me and divide the helm elder, if this seat does not seek justice for the middle children, how can I gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes from now on. Today, Tie Mou is public and private, and he can't keep silent, so he has to offend!" he said, and also led the beggars to help the people, approached forward, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the empty and others.

Xia Zhixi, the head of the Qingfeng Front Dao of the Huashan faction, raised his eyes and looked around, and saw that the monks of Shaolin Temple looked chaotic in the east and west, but in fact, they implied a very powerful formation. This row of old monks looks weak, but they are all well-known masters in the martial arts, both inside and outside. Not to mention that Tie Qiuying, the leader of the beggar gang, has a set of dog-beating stick methods that have been inherited for hundreds of years, and he is even more invincible.

No matter how high Kunbuduo's martial arts are, even if the feathers sink the boat and the people fold the axes, they can't stand the siege of so many masters. This battle is a great opportunity to make a name for yourself and should not be missed. After thinking about it, he cleared his throat and said, "What the Iron Gang Master said is extremely true, it is the duty of people in our martial arts to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, how can we be less than my Huashan faction." After speaking, he twisted his head and asked Huang Taichu: "Qingwei Zhenren, aren't you here to see the excitement?"

Kumbuddo laughed and said, "Haha, you guys go up together, why be afraid of this seat!" After speaking, the figure flashed, approached the empty body, and slapped it out with a palm on the chest.

Although the air was on guard, it was still a little slower. Fortunately, he has been experienced for a long time. Although he was at a disadvantage, he was not flustered. With both hands raised, one palm to protect the chest, and the other hand to meet the Khumbudor slap, at the same time floated back, even beating and eliminating, the power of Khumbudó's palm was invisible. At this moment, Liye, Lide, Liyuan, Tie Qiuying, Feng and others had all taken action and attacked Kunbudo.

Only a dense sound like firecrackers was heard, and Kun Buduo fought with several well-known martial arts masters one after another.

When Huang Taichu saw that Kun Buduo was like a ghost, under the siege of dozens of first-class martial arts masters, he was back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, he slapped a few palms on the body of Liye, Licheng, and Liyuan, and beat several old monks who spit blood, and couldn't help but be frightened. Turning his head to Li Bofang, he said, "Senior brother, it's time for us to make a move!"

Li Bofang nodded, and the two of them pulled out their swords with a bang, tiptoed, and joined the battlefield.

Liao Cheng held the arrow in his hand, and shouted: "Rise up!" Before the sound stopped, hundreds of Shaolin Temple disciples, armed with swords, launched an attack on the lamas. Suddenly, the two groups of people mixed together, shouting and shouting and killing, and there were screams in the field from time to time.

"Your master, Master Zhikong, took me, interspersed in the crowd, and unfolded the Demon Suppression Knife Technique, which injured several people in an instant. I had just fought back a lama with a sword, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a twenty-six or seventeen-year-old Taoist priest surrounded by three lamas in the middle, blocking from the left and right, and the situation was precarious. The figure flashed, and he forced a person back with a swing of a knife, and for you Uncle Han Wudang Sect was the first seat, and the tiger skin real person opened a gap and unlocked the encirclement. ”

Han Linghuo nodded at Jin Chongwu and smiled, "Thank you!"

Just when the two lamas were about to fight back, Zhikong had already turned around and came to Jin Chongwu. With a casual knife, a dense knife net was laid in front of the two of them in an instant, isolating the two lamas three feet away.

Han Linghui was amazed.

Your master, Master Zhikong, didn't have time to say much, looked at the chaotic array in front of him, turned his head and instructed Jin Chongwu: "You follow as a teacher, don't be too far away!"

I nodded and replied, "I know, Master, I understand!"

You said, "Let's go!"

I spread my steps and followed closely behind me.

Everyone was horrified when they saw that Kunbu Duo's body was like a ghost, his palms were like thunder, and he was able to rescue his disciples from time to time while fighting against dozens of masters. Although Xia Zhixi's martial arts of the Huashan faction cannot be on par with Kong, Huang Taichu and others, his mind is active, but he is even better.

Seeing that Khumbudo was constantly rescuing the lamas, he couldn't help but blurt out: "This devil is eager to protect the cubs, everyone avoids his edge and attacks the little lama with all his might." After a long time, it will consume him!" said in his mouth, and the person had withdrawn to attack Danba and the others, and the old woman ate persimmons - picking soft hands.

Although Danba and others have martial arts passed down by Khumbud Duo, they are still young and have limited learning. At this moment, he was trapped in the Arhat formation of Shaolin Temple, dozens of people against hundreds of people, the formation had already been dispersed, and there were dead and injured people from time to time.

Kun Buduo saw Xia Zhixi pierce his chest with a sword and stab to death a disciple who was fighting against five or six Shaolin Temples. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer disciples he brought, his heart was furious, and he rushed towards Qingfeng in a flash.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in front of him, and Huang Taichu blocked the way with a sword. Kumbuduo snorted coldly and slapped his palm. Unexpectedly, as soon as the arm stretched forward half a foot, a sharp blade slashed down in the air.

Kumbuddor's right hand shrank rapidly, flipped his wrist and flexed his fingers into a hook, and grabbed at the back of the knife. When I looked closely, I saw that the knife was an old monk who was over the age of sixties, although this person had white eyebrows and beards, but his face was ruddy, his eyes were introverted, and his cultivation was obviously not low.

Zhikong's wrist flicked, and the knife was like electricity, and he slashed at Kumbuduo's fingers. The tricks seem simple, but one move is one move, fierce and fast, and very domineering.

At this time, Likong and others had also attacked, and Kunbu Duo looked at the six roads, and his left hand came out frequently, fighting with Kong, Liye, and Tie Qiuying. With this distraction, his right hand slowed down by half a minute, and he only heard a soft sound of "hiss", and the sleeve of his right hand was cut by Zhikong.

Kumbuduo's feet were slightly wrong, and he slipped out of the distance in the blink of an eye. Looking down at his right hand, an extremely thin knife mark was impressive, and blood kept oozing. I couldn't help but praise: "Good knife technique!". He muttered: "You forced me! You forced me! Even if this seat is possessed by demons and exhausted in cultivation, I will fight with you to the death!"

As soon as he spoke, his figure flickered, flashing in front of Xia Zhixi, the head of the Qingfeng Dao of the Huashan Sect, and with a stretch of his right hand, he snatched the long sword in Xia Zhixi's hand into his hand. With a flick of his wrist, a sword stabbed out gently, and in an instant, hundreds of sword shadows filled Xia Zhixi's pupils, Xia Zhixi only felt a chill on his body, and the figure of Kunbu Duo was no longer visible in his eyes. It fell to the ground, dyed red, and gathered into a stream.

Xia Zhixi was so shocked that he opened his mouth and screamed, and turned around to flee. I don't want to be able to lift a trace of strength in my body, as if the legend has drained the essence of blood by demons and monsters. I only felt that my body was getting colder and colder, and when I looked down, I didn't know when, dozens of blood kept gushing out of my body. He screamed, rolled his eyes, fell to the ground and spasmed a few times, and died.