"Well, without further ado, let's go on this road, and we can rush to the back mountain to rescue in less than a stick of incense. Lu Qian pointed to a trail in front of him with his hand, and when he came here, he began to observe the terrain all the way, and at this moment, he had already checked the trend of this Shaomu Mountain clearly.

Huikong, Huitong two masters, led a group of Shaolin remnant monks and Tian Fengzhuo's kamikaze camp is fighting to the death, seeing that the monks are gradually becoming overwhelmed, at a critical juncture, only to hear a broken drink, from behind the kamikaze battalion team, dozens of people in the rivers and lakes poured out.

"Ah, the thief army is going to be ruthless, and the disciples of the Zhengyi faction have arrived!"

"Hehe, the bullying officers and soldiers, my giant python village has long seen that you are unhappy, and this time I just borrowed the Shaolin treasure land to divide the ranks. ”

"The old abbot didn't panic, Emei sent Liu Shuxing to lead 12 people from the same door to help. ”

"And my Kongtong faction ......" All of a sudden, heroes from all walks of life reported their names one after another, scattering the hundreds of officers and soldiers of the kamikaze battalion.

"Senior brother, it is all the colleagues in the rivers and lakes who have come to help, it seems that it is true that the sky will not die in my Shaolin!" Monk Huikong said this, and couldn't help but feel a warm heart, I thought that everyone was on the cusp of being surrounded and suppressed by the official army, and had no time to take care of each other, I never thought that these martial arts factions, and even the heroes of the green forest who occupied the mountains would draw out manpower at this critical juncture and rush to the rescue from thousands of miles, it seems that the chivalrous heart of the heroes in the world has not yet been dispersed, and the rivers and lakes are still saved.

"Senior Brother Huikong, this is not the time to be in a daze, quickly follow Lao Gao to break out of the encirclement, gather with all the heroes, and fight the army together. As soon as these words came out, it was a word that woke up the people in their dreams, and the monk Huikong, who came back to his senses, hurriedly greeted the remnants of the Shaolin disciples, broke through a bloody road in the vast official army, and marched towards a group of fellow heroes who rushed to help.

Seeing that the situation had changed, the eight-armed general Tian Fengzhuo urgently ordered the three armies to evacuate, and he himself urged the war horse under his crotch, neighed, and turned around and rushed into the team of martial arts heroes.

He took off the Frost Moon Hook Scythe from his back, stabbed left and right, and split a gap in the blink of an eye, and several deputy generals behind him also wanted to follow his footsteps and exit the encirclement.

"At the end of the day, Zhang Yong, Shen Bao, you rebels and rebels, return my brother's life. Tian Fengzhuo turned around and saw that the subordinates who had followed him across the battlefield in the past were murdered one by one, and his heart suddenly felt fried.

How can you say that you are also the leader of the dignified kamikaze battalion, the protector of the country on the Jinluan Palace, but now you can't even protect a few close subordinates, what kind of general is it?

Thinking of this, the eight-armed general's eyes turned red, shook the big gun three times, flew off the mount, and killed it again.

"General, by no means, it is not too late to be in the long term when you are in one place with the Governor's army. "There are a few generals who saw that the master was losing their minds and hurriedly dissuaded them, but where did Tian Fengzhuo listen to it now?

Without looking back, he plunged straight into the crowd. To say that this Tian Fengzhuo is not a vain person, the family tradition of the seventy-two hook and sickle is not invincible in the world, and there are few opponents on the field.

Now that he is in pain, he has come to the group of heroes, no less than a crazy tiger, a tiger and a tiger who dances with a scythe and a scythe, and anyone who dares to approach has paid the price of his life.

The old abbot couldn't bear to sacrifice for Shaolin again, and was just about to go over to fight Tian Feng Zhuo, at this moment, a person happened to fly from outside the sky, and saw that his body was extremely fast, and he had already used the dragon pattern blade in his hand to fight with Natian Fengzhuo's hook and sickle spear between the lightning and flint.

Looking at the people who came here, they were only about twenty years old, covered with a green shirt, and their handsome facial features were extremely exquisite, with a faint chivalrous atmosphere, and they were really heroes out of the boy.

The old abbot didn't know the identity of this person, but Monk Huikong was taken aback, couldn't it be that the disciple of the old hero of Gongye had arrived?

However, looking at the strange exercises he used, he quickly dispelled this idea.

"Shhh...... I have traveled to the Central Plains martial arts for many years, and I have seen hundreds of large and small sects and ancestral halls, but the kung fu used by this young man has never been seen before, or even heard of. Just as Monk Huikong was secretly admiring, Di Yi, a monk of Pingtian Residence of the Governor of the Rebellion, personally led the men and horses of his headquarters to the battlefield.

It's just that looking at the vast camp planted at the foot of the young room mountain, but now there are only a hundred people who have brought it up the mountain, and I can't help but wonder what kind of medicine he sells in this gourd.

"Tian Fengzhuo, the dignified eight-armed general can't even deal with a hairy boy?

"Huh?" Di Yi's opening couldn't help but make all the chivalrous men confused, thinking that he would lead the team to come and go up the mountain to start a war with everyone, which Cheng thought that this first sentence was actually to ask his subordinates to raise the teacher.

Tian Fengzhuo, who was at a critical juncture in the fight, heard this, his body was shocked, after all, his official position was under the governor's army, and this time the saint ordered him to come with the army as a finale, although he was very unhappy with this person's behavior in his heart, but it was not easy to show it in face.

"Hey, on the battlefield, I'm afraid that an opponent who disrespects you so much will suffer a big loss. Before the young man's voice fell, the dragon pattern rolling rod in his hand came towards Tian Fengzhuo's shoulder.

The eight-armed general heard that the evil wind above his head was not good, and he set up the Frost Moon Hook and Scythe to resist, but the young man who was originally jumping high in the air suddenly changed his body and transformed into several afterimages, making him lose himself in the void and reality for a while.

"Ah!" Tian Fengzhuo was thinking about how to crack it, when his shoulders suddenly sank, and his left arm was knocked on by the stick in the young man's hand, and immediately the four feelings of soreness, numbness, swelling, and pain came to his heart as agreed.

"You...... What kind of evil art is this?" Tian Fengzhuo, who was unwilling, covered his shoulder with one hand and asked through gritted teeth.

"Forget it, isn't it shameful enough? Why don't you return to the team quickly!" Di Yi, the governor of the army, sneered, waved the folding fan in his hand, floated in the middle of the formation, and shouted at the officers and soldiers who were caught in the melee outside: "Stop!" Because his shout contained sufficient internal force, all people from all walks of life listened to the truth, and after a moment's effort, the fighting on the Shaolin Mountain had come to an abrupt end, and the two forces that were incompatible at first were also confronted according to their respective teams.

The official army side was naturally headed by the governor Di Yi, and the martial arts heroes were neatly lined up behind the abbot of the Shaolin faction Huitong.

Both sides looked at the temporary truce on the surface, but in fact, they secretly held a true breath, a matter of life and death, and no one dared to relax easily.

Chapter 294 of the latest chapter of the Golden Dart Laughing Heroes Record: Jianghu people help Shaolin monks website: