Yankong has never run as fast as he did today.

He has practiced martial arts in Shaolin for many years, and his fist and foot kung fu are almost unparalleled, and he also has extraordinary attainments in light skills.

Since he could go down the mountain, Yankong rarely used light exercises, because everyone who fought with him was defeated by him, that is, he didn't even have a chance to escape, he didn't need to chase people, and he didn't need to run for his life, and the light body exercises didn't mean much to him at all.

But today, light power finally came in handy, and it was used in the place where it should be used and what it didn't want to use, run for your life!

For more than 30 years, Yankong never imagined that one day he would fall into such a tired field, but in the face of Sanmu's pursuit, he had to flee.

If at the beginning, he still felt that he had the possibility of killing Sanmu, but after seeing the shot he stabbed at him just now, Yankong had already given birth to a realization: "In this world, no one can kill Sanmu anymore!"

This feeling is so strong, so strong that although it has not yet been verified, it has become an ironclad fact in Yan Kong's heart.

The wind was whistling in his ears, the wind was like a knife, the torture room, the fortification room, the patrol room and other rooms flashed rapidly next to the corner of his eye, his body was already fast to the extreme, the whole person was caught in the wind and thunder, and turned into a cloud of smoke and dust in the backyard of the government, and in an instant he crossed a distance of more than ten zhang, and the small door in the backyard was close in front of him.

The neighing of the horse behind him sounded, and the sound of the horse's hooves rained down on him, and an invisible murderous aura burst up from behind, enveloping Yankong in a murderous aura.

Yankong's liver and gall were broken, his body jumped up suddenly, and rushed towards the courtyard wall, as long as he rushed out of the courtyard wall, he could run to the nearby street, then there was a glimmer of life!

Just when the others were in the air, a figure suddenly rose from the courtyard wall, and one person shouted: "Old traitor, leave! Huang Qiying has been waiting for a long time!"

Not just when Yankong was stunned, Huang Qiying flew into the air, his legs turned into a phantom, and he kicked towards Yankong's head: "Look at my shadowless feet of the Yellow Gate!"

Yankong snorted, and was being blocked by Huang Qiying in such a way that he was rushing upward, and his breath suddenly leaked, his body sank, and he fell to the ground, at this time Huang Qiying's feet had been kicked alternately.

Feeling that the murderous aura behind him was getting closer and closer, Yankong was furious, hating Huang Qiying in front of him to the extreme, and grabbed it with both palms: "Die!"

Bang!

Huang Qiying's leg shadow disappeared in an instant, one leg couldn't dodge, was grabbed by Yankong in his hand, and fell behind him, hoping to block the three-eyed monk for a while.

After he threw Huang Qiying, his body rushed forward again, wanting to pass through the wall, but at this moment, a cold light lit up, and Yang Tianchun appeared on the wall, the nine-section steel whip in his hand trembled straight, and the whip head pointed at Yankong's throat: "Yankong suffers death!"

Yan Kong was in a hurry, his arms waved, the long sleeves were suddenly stretched, and the nine-section steel whip that flew towards Yang Tianchun like a match, the flying sleeves intersected with the steel whip, making a sound like hitting cowhide, and then the steel whip and the flying sleeves were entangled together, and the two fell from the air at the same time.

"Flowing clouds flying sleeves?

After Yang Tianchun landed, he wanted to pull back the nine-section whip, but found that the whip body had been wrapped around the flying sleeves, and he couldn't twitch, and when he was about to exert his strength, Yankong suddenly howled, and the flying sleeves quickly retracted, pulling Yang Tianchun off the ground and flying towards him.

Yang Tianchun was shocked, the person hurriedly let go in the air, but it was too late, his body flew towards Yankong uncontrollably, others were not flustered in the air, and when he was approaching Yankong, his legs were linked and kicked towards Yankong's chest.

He has met a famous teacher since he was a child, his light skills are outstanding, his leg skills are even more outstanding, and his flying legs are rare in the world.

But as soon as the legs kicked out, I felt a tightness in my right leg, and then a pain in my left leg, the objects in front of me were spinning, and the wind was whistling in my ears.

Li Xiake, who was riding his horse forward, sighed, stretched out his spear, and gently picked it on the waist of Yang Tianchun who was flying, dissolving the huge force on his body, and then shook, Yang Tianchun's body trembled and staggered to the ground.

At this time, Huang Qiying had just landed, and the two looked at each other and were shocked.

Before facing Yankong, although Huang Qiying and Yang Tianchun attached great importance to Yankong because of Yankong's fame, they were conceited in their lives and did not think that they were inferior to Yankong, so although they attached importance to Yankong, they did not think too highly of Yankong.

Although Yanwu and Yankong are equally famous, Yanwu has a good temperament, does not like to fight, and does not like to be in the limelight, and does not show enough skills to convince them, so Huang Qiying and Yang Tianchun don't know much about how powerful Yankong is.

It wasn't until this time that they fought with Yankong, and the two of them didn't know how great Yankong really was, the two of them worked so hard that it was difficult to even take a move in front of Yankong, which was of course related to their contempt, but the most important thing was that Yankong's skills were really powerful to a height that they couldn't reach.

Only now, did the two of them realize that they were so arrogant, and there was such a big gap between the reckless generation and the authentic heirs of martial arts!

Just when the two of them were frightened, the Yankong monk in front rushed forward again, this time he learned to be obedient, his body flashed, and he wanted to jump on the roof, but as soon as he jumped up, he heard a Buddha horn from the roof: "Amitabha!"

Yanwu's short and chubby body slowly appeared on the roof, and then suddenly fell, reaching out and grabbing the top of Yankong's head: "Yankong!"

His two palms formed the momentum of eagle claws, and although the fall was very slow, the force was condensed, and it was much more powerful than the flashy leg skills of Huang Qiying and Yang Tianchun just now.

Yan Kong's heart sank, and his whole body was cold.

It's not that he's afraid of Yanwu, even if Yanwu can defeat him, it's impossible to kill him, but with Yanwu blocking the way, it's too late for him to run, surrounded by everyone, especially the three eyes slowly approaching, he has no way out.

Bang!

At this time, Yankong didn't think much about it, stretched out his palm and intersected with Yanwu, after a loud noise, the two fell to the ground at the same time, Yanwu's fat body bounced a few times on the ground, sighed slightly, and had a complicated expression: "Yankong, you betrayed the Heaven and Earth Society, burned the Shaolin Temple, and did a great sin!"

Yankong looked up to the sky and smiled: "The earth is boundless, the sky can't, I'm in the rivers and lakes, naturally I want to be lawless! What big thing can a group of wastes become in the heaven and earth? Shaolin Temple is a place of Qing cultivation, and it is a major event to participate in the rebellion against the imperial court, and it is burned by fire, what is wrong?"

He looked crazy, and said with a smile: "Practice, practice, cultivate your mother's business! I am a false monk, and you are not a real monk! Today, you are more than less, what kind of heroes are you?"

Yanwu took a few steps forward and glanced at Li Xiake: "This is my Shaolin Sect, I am the head of the Shaolin Warrior Monk, I was ordered to capture Yankong, although the abbot is dead, but the law is still there, today I want to clean up the portal, you all don't interfere." ”

Li Xiake said with a smile: "Who is not a Shaolin lineage at the scene? Okay, you do it first, if you can't kill Yankong, I will kill him again! If he can escape from my hands this time, what will I have to lose?"

Yanwu clasped his palms together and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Yankong, you can make a move!"

"Pretend, pretend, pretend!"

When Yan Wu spoke, Yan Kong's body rushed forward, his palms alternated, and slapped Yan Wu's chest, Yan Wu did not retreat, and his palms suddenly separated, turning into two claws, and grabbed Yan Kong's wrist.

One of the two of them practiced the strong vajra palm, and the other used the strong eagle claw gong, which was the top practice of the thirty-six rooms of Shaolin, at this time the fight was up, the power was really good, the roar was endless, Yankong turned the whole person into a red dragon, revolving around Yanwu's body, the palm was like the wind, and the wind was whirring in the whole courtyard, and the smoke and dust were everywhere.

Yanwu is like a standing King Kong, his body barely moves, fist to fist, palm to palm, occasionally grab, then forced Yankong to retreat to protect himself, the two shot fast to fight fast, the sound of energetic exchange of strength is endless.

Huang Qiying and Yang Tianchun were dazzled and fascinated, and the horror in their hearts was really difficult to describe.

Yang Tianchun suddenly sighed: "I only knew at this time that I was so lucky, if I met such a master when stealing, someone would beat me to death with one move!"

Huang Qiying also said, "Huang used to be arrogant, but now that he thinks about it, it's really ridiculous!"

In the scene, the Yankong monk fought faster and faster, drinking again and again, but Yanwu was steady and steady, occasionally shouting Amitabha, his voice was full of pity.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the entire courtyard was shaken, and Yankong and Yanwu were abruptly separated, each standing still.

After a while, Yan Wu slowly walked in front of Yan Kong, and suddenly cried loudly: "In the past fifty years, I have dreamed of nothingness, and I have done a lot of evil. Originally, you were in the bitter world, but now you are inclined to the bitter sea! Senior brother, why are you suffering?"

Yankong looked at Yanwu, his eyes showed a strange light, and his voice was low: "I'm going!"

In Yanwu's loud cry, Yankong laughed loudly and fell to the ground,

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