Rong Chengjin was stunned and fascinated, and asked, "What kind of swordsmanship is that, so weird?"

Rong Zhiwu said: "I don't know, I just saw that the lama named Danba turned over and bowed down, and exclaimed, Master used the Shura Sword Technique, and the Master used the Shura Sword Technique!"

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the air was filled with blood, which was disgusting. Everyone saw Khumbudo standing among several Shaolin Temple monks, his body had already been stained red with blood, the long sword in his hand was pointed directly, his face was covered with blood, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were empty like a ghost. Everyone had never seen such a tragic and gloomy scene, and they couldn't help but stop.

I only heard Khumbudo's voice revealing a trace of ghostly energy, and said gloomily: "A person has no words, and the nose has no words, because there is no time, for no space, for the realm of immeasurable karmic retribution, Shura comes out, and Rakshasa appears." You Central Plains people treacherously slaughtered my disciples, today, this seat wants you to die without a place to bury!"

Your master, Master Zhikong, looked at the gloomy scene in front of him, turned to me and said, "Apprentice, withdraw from the battlefield, and without an order from your master, you must not act rashly!"

I was worried, "Master—"

Your master said sharply: "This is the master's order!"

With tears in my eyes, I nodded, wiped a handful of tears with my left hand, and turned to withdraw from the battlefield.

Tie Qiuying's face was covered with frost, and he gritted his teeth and said: "What a demon in a Buddha's robe, he actually cultivated such a vicious martial arts to harm my Central Plains martial arts people. The empty abbot, my beggar gang swears to advance and retreat with Shaolin today, and live and die together!"

Hearing this, he said: "Amitabha, the leader of the Iron Gang, is brave and brave, cares about the common people, and the old man admires him in his heart!

Huang Taichu hurriedly said: "Master Abbot is serious, Shaolin is in trouble, and all directions will support! Moreover, it is the duty of those who practice martial arts to eliminate demons and defend the way and help the poor and help the needy. Although the poor Dao's martial arts are low, and his skills are not as good as others, but the abbot's master is called, and the poor Dao does not dare to worry about his personal safety, so he disregards morality!"

Li Bofang looked at the sacrificed people in the field, and said to Huang Taichu: "Master, this monk from the Western Regions seems to have entered the Demon Dao. Qingcheng and Zhihong are still young, and their Taoism is limited, so they are not enough to fight against this demon. If they continue to participate in the fight, it is nothing more than filling the gas, so it is better to let them all retreat, right?"

Hearing this, he said: "What Ziwei Zhenren said is extremely true, it is the responsibility of our elders to eliminate demons and protect our children and grandchildren. Now that this monk has fallen into the devil's path, it is far from being able to stop them, instead of increasing the casualties, it is better to let these young descendants retreat from the battle, retain more bloodline for the martial arts, and continue the inheritance!"

He nodded and shouted: "The disciples of Shaolin Temple listen to the order, and you will protect Wudang, the beggar gang, and the heroes of the Huashan faction to cover alternately, withdraw quickly, and leave this place without delay!"

The monks of Shaolin Temple agreed in unison and hurriedly received orders to evacuate. In a short time, only a few dozen bodies were left in the field.

Emptiness, Virtue, Karma, Fate, Sincerity, Tie Qiuying, Huang Dongxiang, Huang Taichu, Li Bofang and your master, Master Zhikong, glanced at each other silently, and let out a long roar. Together, they galloped towards Khumbuddor.

Tie Qiuying is on the left, the shadow of the staff is dotted, with a strong wind, attacking the right side of Kun Buduo; the air is on the right, his palms are flying, arousing a gang qi, and slamming the left side of Kun Buduo; Huang Taichu's sword is like a meteor, like a cold rainbow, and the sword is pointed, enveloping the major points on Kun Buduo's chest; your master Zhikong sword Huo Huo Huo cut off Kun Buduo's retreat; Cheng Cheng bent his legs slightly, pulled onions on a dry land, jumped in the air, clenched his five fingers, and a green dragon went out to sea with a move, like a god descending to earth above Kun Buduo, when the hood fell.

If these peerless masters succeed in this blow, even if it is a boulder, it will turn into powder. Before the man arrived, the sword had arrived. Seeing that Kan Kan was about to succeed, everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and Kun Buduo's figure dragged out an afterimage, straight to its edge, and raised a sword in his hand, and in an instant, dozens of cold and shining sword shadows appeared, stabbing towards Huang Taichu.

Huang Taichu suddenly fell into the hell of Daoshan for a while, and he has been immersed in swordsmanship for decades, although he dare not say that he has reached the peak of his swordsmanship, he is definitely perfect. His own sword, attacking and defending, looking at the entire Central Plains martial arts, there are very few people who can crack it.

But when Kun Buduo stabbed out with a sword, not only did he instantly dissolve his sword moves into invisibility, but his power did not stagnate in the slightest. Huang Taichu couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and hurriedly stopped his steps, it was too late to retreat, and he was about to be buried under the sword of Kun Buduo, when suddenly the placket of his back was pulled violently, Huang Taichu's center of gravity was unbalanced, and he couldn't help but fall backwards, and then a familiar figure and body pounced over, blocking his front.

At this moment, only a dense "snort" sound was heard in my ears, and it was gone in an instant. Huang Taichu stared at it for a long time before he gradually regained his senses. His hands gripped the man tightly, his lips moved but he couldn't make a sound, and his eyes couldn't stop leaving tears.

Seeing this, your Uncle Han couldn't help crying loudly, shouting: "Master-", after speaking, his legs were like the wind, and he was about to step over the inextricable Kunbu Duo, Likong, Tie Qiuying and others who were fighting, and rushed to this side.

Li Bofang hurriedly ordered: "Stop, don't come!"

Huang Taichu hugged Li Bofang, and when he saw dozens of blood shooting out on his body, his fingers were like the wind, and he sealed several major meridians on his body, and choked up: "Senior brother-"

Li Bofang turned his face to Huang Taichu and smiled, and said: "What a powerful swordsmanship! Senior brother, you used to help me, but today I can finally help you! Wudang can do without Qingwei, can't without the master, the foolish brother is one step ahead!"