A golden light flashed in his palm, and the startled Gong Yehong looked at him with wide eyes and shouted: "Master, this skill is absolutely unacceptable!"

"Amitabha, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell. "The sound of the Buddha is not endless, and the monk Huikong carries a bright light and forcibly rushes into Xia Bufan's sword shadow Zheng

"It's good to come, monk, since you have such an awareness, then Xia should accompany him to the end!"

In the Shaolin Scripture Building, there was a volume of secret books, called "Dao". The three major monks have all practiced, but among them, the monk Xiao Rulai Huikong has the highest comprehension, and it only took five years to cultivate to the sevenfold realm.

This kung fu is different from the various schools of martial arts that circulate on the rivers and lakes. In order to exert the maximum power of this method, it is necessary to exhaust all the internal strength that the number of people who have practiced it for decades of hard work, and once it is used, it will severely damage one's own dantian qi sea, and I am afraid that it will not be able to rank among the masters in the future

But at the same time, the higher the risk naturally has a higher return, and the power of this kung fu is also quite huge. It can be an unrivaled existence in today's martial arts.

Now Monk Huikong sacrificed his life for the sake of the common people and the righteous path of martial arts, and vowed to die with Xia Bufan.

The roar, the waves of qi, and the dazzling light that burst out of the two gaps have been divided in an instant.

Xia Bufan, who was the master of the Flying Star Pavilion, the Zhan Lu Sword rose into the air and fell into the dirt that no one cared about, as if telling the withering of a generation of kings.

"Master Huikong, how are you?" Gongye Jinghong and Yi Chengfeng rushed to get close and helped the weak Huikong monk up.

"Thanks to the old hero's concern, the poor monk can still hold on. Although he was unyielding, it was not difficult to see from the trembling hands of Monk Huikong that the damage to him by this style must not be shallow.

"Alas......" Gongye let out a long sigh and turned to look at the defeated Xia Bufan. At this moment, he no longer has the former demeanor, and his hair is scattered to cover his face, and speechlessness may be the best confiding now.

"Xia Bufan, you have done a lot of evil, and you have eyes at that time when you have this retribution!" Yi Chengfeng remembered the embarrassing scene of his righteous brother Wei Wuya being persecuted by him before, and couldn't help but be nameless and angry, and said sharply.

Cui Shiyuan and the others also rushed up when they saw that the battle was over, and they converged with Monk Huikong and the other three, glaring angrily at Xia Bufan.

"Hahaha, I'...... Defeated?!" The loud laughter after the silence seemed to be Xia Bufan's last struggle in his heart, and it was also his unwilling mockery of this world.

Looking back on how he had risen to the high position of the Pavilion Master of the Flying Star Pavilion step by step over the years, it could be said that he had tasted the bitter fruits. didn't think about it, but in the end, what I got was not as proud as I thought.

Is this fate? No, he never believed in fate. A strong person never makes excuses for himself for success or failure, because no matter how perfect an excuse is, it can't hide the fact that he has fallen from a height.

Just like Xia Bufan's heart at this moment, there is despair in unwillingness, and at the same time it is accompanied by a rather eccentric lightness.

"Amitabha, Lord Xia, the poor monk Nian You are also a generation of strong people, if you can explain clearly why you repeatedly killed important ministers of the court, you can also be let live. ”

"Hehe, great monk, I didn't expect you, as an outsider, to care about the world. Although I, Xia Bufan, were defeated by you today, it does not mean that I will be at the mercy of you, so don't try to get anything out of my mouth again. ”

Cui Shiyuan saw that he was so hard-mouthed, stood up from the crowd, and said to Xia Bufan: "Lord Xia Pavilion, now that the general trend has gone, why are you here to do this? Everything that Li Zhen, the king of Yue, has done is just using your Flying Star Pavilion, and you are still keeping it a secret for him like this." ”

"Phew, Huangkou'er, it's not your turn to talk here. Although I, Xia Bufan, am injured, it is not a problem to kill you!" Before the words fell, I saw that Xia Bufan suddenly burst into trouble, and his palm was like a swift wind towards Cui Shiyuan.

At such a close distance, it was too late for the knights to stop it, and everyone was ready to avenge Cui Shiyuan, but a miracle appeared.

I don't know where a figure full of blood mist came over, and in just a moment's effort, Xia Bufan was taken away, and Cui Shiyuan could even vaguely feel the palm wind that remained on his face.

"I'm a good girl, what was it just now? it scared me to death......" he rubbed his chest repeatedly to suppress himself, and muttered to himself.

"Cui Shaoxia, where are you?" Among the vacancies, it was Monk Huikong and Lin Yi who had the best relationship with him, and after the touching moment just now, he immediately came over to ask.

"Oh, thanks to the manifestation of the ancestors, otherwise my life would have to be handed over to that Xia Bufan. ”

Seeing a false alarm, the heroes of the family breathed a sigh of relief, and after they bandaged their wounds, Monk Huikong said: "Now that Xia Bufan has been omitted, but the Flying Star Pavilion is still there, if you want to completely solve this martial arts dispute, you still need to find some evidence inside." ”

Hearing this, the Voyeur Daoist also nodded in agreement: "Well, that's right." Although this turmoil has calmed down on the surface, the roots and seedlings have not yet been dealt with, and now the imperial court has sent a large army, and the troops are only afraid that the disaster will not be far away. ”

In the Flying Star Pavilion, the buildings that had long been scattered were very desolate, the place where the killers of the past gathered, the frightening place in the martial arts had been broken, and the heroes of each family dispersed, and began to look for ironclad evidence of Xia Bufan's conspiracy with King Yue.

Cui Shiyuan was worried about Monk Huikong's injury, and the two formed a team, and they should have better luck, so they went straight to Xia Bufan's study as soon as they came in.

"Master, I have a large collection of books, and it must be the place where the thief leader does some obscure things on weekdays, we must search carefully, and don't let go of any clues. ”

When it comes to finding things, Monk Huikong really can't compare to Cui Shiyuan's ability, in the end, he was also the second master of Wang Zhai, and he has a very thorough understanding of the leader's thoughts.

I saw him put himself in his own shoes and think about it for a while, and went straight to a splashed ink landscape picture behind the bookcase, reached out and touched it, and sure enough, there was a baby.

The excited Cui Shiyuan immediately shouted: "Master, come and see, what is this?" When Monk Huikong heard this, he hurriedly walked to the front, and after lifting the painting, he found a circular mechanism.

With his many years of experience, he twisted the situation, and suddenly heard a "creaking" sound of staggering, and unexpectedly opened a secret door next to the bookcase.

Without thinking about it, the two of them plunged into it, and sure enough, there was a secret room inside, and by the light of the fire fold, a letter lay quietly there.

Monk Huikong opened it and suddenly shouted: "It's not good, Shaolin is in danger!"