Su Qing did not step forward to fight with Liu Yu, but led four Thunderbolt Hall cronies, and five of them met him together, reaching out to catch the Fayan Zen Master who fell from the sky.

The power of the Stacked Waves Divine Palm attached to Fayan Zen Master was endless, and the huge force forced the five of them to retreat step by step.

The five of them nailed the horse stake under their feet, struggled against the body of Zen Master Fayan, and slid back for more than 20 steps before they completely dissolved the power of the Stacked Waves Divine Palm on Zen Master Fayan's body.

The five of them put the seriously injured Fayan Zen Master on the ground, and then looked ahead, only to see that the feet of the five had been plowed out of ten deep ditches in the snow.

The strength of Liu Yu's palm is really staggering!

Su Qing and the four subordinates looked at each other, and their eyes showed fear. In the end, Su Qing just wanted to win a higher ranking of the rivers and lakes for Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall through this rebellion battle, but Liu Yu's rebellious martial arts in front of him was so strong, which greatly surprised him.

In a way, there is not much difference between a charlatan and a businessman. When the effort far exceeds the gain, no one will be stunned to do the loss-making business.

Su Qing expected that even if he tried all the elite children in the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall, he might not be Liu Yu's opponent, so he beat a drum in his heart.

He supported the unstable Fayan Zen Master and said, "Master, let's withdraw quickly, if we don't withdraw all the horses, we will almost be done!

Fayan Zen Master's face was blood-red, "Master Su can withdraw, and the poor monks and Shaolin disciples should all fight to the death!"

He said the latter sentence very loudly, and he used strong internal force to deliberately let all the Shaolin disciples on the battlefield hear it.

But anyone who sits in the supreme position of martial arts like him understands a truth, that is, "the position of the rivers and lakes, if you don't advance, you will retreat", and after retreating, you will face a catastrophe.

The reason why Shaolin Temple has been able to hold the bull's ear of martial arts for hundreds of years is of course not to worship the Buddha by chanting scriptures, but to rely on thousands of monk disciples who are willing to shed their blood for Shaolin Temple.

If the Shaolin Temple escapes today, and the matter is transmitted back to the mountain gate, the spirit and spirit of the Shaolin Temple for hundreds of years will be corrupted. Perhaps in a few decades, Shaolin Temple will fade from the halo of martial arts supreme and become a busy person in temples all over the world.

In the past, in order to win the first place in the rivers and lakes, Shaolin Temple used a lot of drastic methods, and therefore formed a lot of beams in the martial arts. If the status slips, it may attract enemies to seek revenge, and there will be no peace again.

Therefore, even if Zen Master Fayan wanted to escape, the ending he was about to face was telling him that none of this was possible, and if he took a step back, he might face an endless abyss. There is only one way, and that is to persevere.

Hold out until victory, or die in battle!

It's not because of how brave he is, but because he responds to the old saying, people in the rivers and lakes can't help themselves.

Su Qing saw that Zen Master Fayan refused to retreat, and his heart was terrified. He is a long-experienced person, so he naturally will not have a brain fever because of a few generous words from others, but considering that Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall has been dependent on the Shaolin Temple for survival in recent years, if he abandons the Shaolin Temple and retreats today, he will inevitably leave a reputation as a traitor on the rivers and lakes, which will cause great damage to the reputation of this faction. What's more, if Zen Master Fayan can survive today's catastrophe safely, then he Su Qing and Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall will definitely be retaliated against by the Shaolin Temple, and there will be no good fruits to eat.

Su Qing gritted his teeth, raised his arms and shouted, "The disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall are all rushing with me to protect the master!"

Although there were only four cronies behind him, he shouted slogans loudly.

He and four of his cronies took the long gun from behind their backs and aimed at the direction where Liu Yu was, ready to shoot.

"Get on the thunderbolt!" Su Qing shouted again.

Thunderbolt is the most powerful gunpowder in Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall, and it is said that the power of each thunderbolt can be compared to the power of a supreme master for 30 years. This kind of thunderbolt was invented by the founder of Gangnam Perak Hall, Thunderbolt Ancestor, and it is the treasure of Gangnam Perak Hall.

Now that the formula of the thunderbolt has been lost, the total number of thunderbolts stored in the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall is only thirty-four, and each one used is one less, which has always been extremely cherished. Unexpectedly, in order to deal with Liu Yu today, he would have to take out a full five at once.

Su Qing, as the head of the Jiangnan Perak Hall, felt a pain in his flesh. But for him, what better way could there be. As long as you can kill Liu Yu, then the next things will be much easier.

As soon as he gave the order, the five long guns aimed at Liu Yu and fired them in unison. Five thunderbolts emitted white smoke and whizzed towards Liu.

At this time, Liu Yu was chasing a group of fleeing Jianghu people and killing wildly, when he heard a strange sound behind him, he turned around in an instant, and saw five thunderbolts roaring towards him.

He held his true qi in his palm, his eyes shone with golden light, and his pupils turned into slender jujube cores. The strange skull in the skin pouch around his waist keenly sensed the danger coming, jumped out of the skin pouch, and began to rotate around Liu Yu's body.

Liu Yu shouted, and used a type of "wave containment flying boat" in the palm of the god of stacked waves, and a strong wind roared from his palm, which was enough to be monstrous, forming a huge wall of qi standing in the sky.

Five thunderbolts slammed into the air wall at the same time, emitting an earth-shattering thunderclap that instantly tore the air wall to pieces. The powerful qi wave formed by this exploded all the living people within a radius of several zhang into a blood mist, and rushed towards Liu Yu.

The glass-colored strange skull screamed, spun faster and faster, and formed a strong wind around Liu Yu, trying to block the remnants of the thunderbolt.

Liu Yu was assisted by the strange head, and he had a slight chance to breathe, he snorted lightly, waved his palm and slapped it towards the snow under his feet, and the palm wind shocked the snow on the ground.

The snow was wrapped in a hurricane and rushed to the sky, like a dragon. The snow-colored dragon twisted and hovered in the air, letting out a long dragon groan, which made the people on the ground look like ants.

Where have the more than 1,000 Jianghu people on the battlefield seen such a spectacular scene, and they all looked straight at it. Zen Master Fayan knew that if he didn't make a move at this time, the rebellious army would definitely be defeated, so he shouted loudly and led a few Shaolin monks under his command to charge Liu Yu.

Su Qing didn't expect that he had spent five precious thunderbolts, not only did he fail to kill Liu Yu, but he completely stimulated the potential in this person's body, and he almost regretted it so much that his intestines were blue. But at the moment, he had no better way than to follow Zen Master Fayan all the way to the dark, so he had to shout to the four cronies behind him: "Brothers, rush!"

As for the rest of the Perak Hall disciples who were scattered all over the battlefield and were still struggling to survive, Su Qing couldn't care too much. Even whether he can get out of this battlefield alive today depends on his fate.

On this battlefield where the shouts of killing shook the sky, the more than thirty silent Emei sect disciples under Su Moshan were undoubtedly outliers. Thirty Emei disciples stood in the snow carrying a gilded vat, with serious expressions, as sacred and inviolable as Da Luo Jin Xian.