The loud noise poured into his ears, knocking on his eardrums. Where can the middle-aged man continue to eat porridge, he doesn't know what happened, but he still hurriedly threw away the dishes and chopsticks, got up and hugged his son, and then with his other hand he wanted to hug his wife, who was also scared and didn't know what was happening.

This set of movements was coherent and fast, and after holding his wife and children in his arms, he had room in his mind to think about what was going on, but a huge storm had come behind him, blowing the little family away, and flying up with the frightened or confused refugees on the side.

The storm came too suddenly, and more refugees just saw the flash of thunder, paused for a moment, and then made a loud noise, and just reacted that they were pushed by the windslide and fell far away.

The refugees who were closer to the Dharma Pool were even more miserable, as they were first drenched by a mixture of urine that suddenly splashed in the Damour Pool after the loud noise. And a few drenched refugees were even carried by the wind and hit the Dharma bell, and the shocking internal organs were churning in their stomachs, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood.

The Dharma bell also hit the thick bell hammer as if it was being pushed by an invisible giant hand, and several refugees were surprised to see this scene in the air. I've never seen a bell hammer hit a bell, and this bell hitting a bell hammer is really the first time I've seen it. The next scene was even more magical, but the refugees had long since lost sight of flying.

It stands to reason that even if the bell hits the bell hammer, the bell should swing back in the opposite direction because of inertia, and then meet the bell hammer that was knocked open. But what was supposed to happen didn't happen.

After hitting the hammer, the Bodhidharma Bell seemed to be held against an invisible giant hand, swaying diagonally in the direction where the refugees were blown away. The bell hammer was pushed away by the Dharma Bell and hit the Dharma Bell again. But after this collision, the bell hammer did not swing again, but under the thrust of the Dharma Bell, it turned crooked and stuck to the Dharma Bell horizontally. Such a wonderful scene shows the urgency of this sudden gale and wind.

The refugees in the inner field of the former temple were naturally blown up by this wind and waves. The refugees in the back heard a loud noise and found a bunch of people flying in the air and floating over their heads. I just thought about what was going on, and I was also staggered by the wind and waves that came. As for those with lighter body bones, they have been directly blown up and joined the ranks of those who flew in front.

The earth-shattering loud bang was only for a moment, but the two loud bells that I remembered later still echoed in the front temple. The Shaolin Temple was naturally a mess at this time, and the originally crowded square in front of the Daxiong Hall was already vacant, and only a few scattered people were lying on the ground. And behind the Daxiong Treasure Hall Square, where the eighteen Arhats originally set up their chests to break big stones, the refugees were like firewood, and they were stacked together one by one.

The walls and pillars were crowded with refugees who had been blocked by the pillars, wailing and screaming one by one. The entire Shaolin front temple suddenly sounded a piece of wailing, coupled with the blown away leaves, branches, dust and soil, this front temple is like a hellish scene.

Under the conference hall, Ye Qiutao covered his ears with his eyes closed, his clothes were scraped open, and his face was also bruised. And Feng Ruoni was buried under pieces of broken wood and rubble, I don't know what the situation was. The fainting Li Luhong and others in the field were also covered with countless wooden blocks and tiles, and their faces were covered with blood marks mixed with dust.

Although this room is not as tragic as the previous temple, the entire roof of the council hall has completely collapsed, and the moonlight pours in unscrupulously, but it is also very bright. Naturally, the green tiles on the roofs of the rooms on the side of the council hall were completely blown away, revealing low, horizontal and vertical beams.

A few coughs, then the sound of shingles colliding, and Wind Ruoni shook off her obstacles and opened her eyes in a daze. But when I could see clearly, I looked up and lay down again, and I really fainted from exhaustion. It's just that when he lay down, his right hand, which was smashed on the ground, was clenched into a fist, as if full of anger.

With a click, Ye Qiutao opened his eyes violently when he heard this sudden sound, but what he saw was not what he wanted to see. Yue Linzhi's whole person was lying in front of him, his coat was already torn one by one, and the whole person opened his eyes and stared at the sky like a rag that had been used for a long time.

Seeing all this, Ye Qiutao naturally understood that Yue Lin had been defeated, and his whole person sat still as if he was deflated, and the light in his eyes was dissipated.

One black leather shoe fell to the ground, followed by another with gray trousers on top, and on top of it was a thin old body with vague visible muscles. On the front of the body were countless scars, swayed and messy, and the graffiti of a child of a few years old was probably not as messy as the scars on this body.

The owner of this body, with white hair scattered behind his head, was looking down at Yue Linzhi on the ground with angry eyes.

"Are you angry?" The four words were like a steel knife straight into Yue Linzhi's chest, and there was a stirring in Yue Linzhi's chest lying down, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood was dark and purple.

Xin Yuan's face was expressionless, but his eyes were flashing with madness. He stretched out his right foot and stepped on Yue Linzhi's chest, Yue Linzhi's painful face distorted before spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Yue Linzhi's face was blocked by Xin Yuan's figure, although he couldn't see it really, the fire in his eyes was clearly visible. Yue Linzhi's eyes were filled with endless anger and incomprehension, although Xin Yuan's feet were on his chest, it hurt very much, but Yue Linzhi didn't scream.

Because compared to the anger and incomprehension in Yue Lin's heart, the pain was too small for him to feel.

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As a sect of rivers and lakes, the Huashan faction always has no so-called head of the family. Who will be the next generation of leaders depends on who the previous generation of heads will pass on. Of course, there are also those who rely on the family to have great power in the sect and forcibly inherit the hereditary lineage. But he didn't have the strength, he couldn't suppress his subordinates, he was killed by his subordinates, and he was desperate in the history of the Huashan faction.

Huashan has been pushed up for five generations from Yue Linzhi, and the head of the family is surnamed Yue, which shows the influence of the Yue family in Huashan. The Yue family can be the head of five generations in a row, and the discounts of the family inheritance are not less, but no generation is the head of the family lineage. Each generation is the first person in the Huashan armed forces, and the embroidered pillow cannot be accommodated under the dispute between the two sects of Huashan sword qi.

Yue Linzhi is now five years old Chinese New Year's Eve, although he does have the advantage of the family, and he has been learning Huashan swordsmanship since he was five years old, but he himself has practiced hard, studied hard for thirty years, and has not slackened at all. You must know that the four major families of the Huashan faction, Yue, Ye, Li, Liangwai, and more than ten small families, learning martial arts at the age of five is really not an obvious advantage.

Isn't any of the four major families out of several generations of heads? Although the Zixia Divine Skill Mind Method is only in the hands of the master, the things that lay the foundation are not secretly passed down. The five generations of the Yue family are in charge, and the other families below are holding their breath, and this "small society" between Huashan is nothing more than the world.

Yue Linzhi, who was very talented, was sensible early, and he knew how deeply the family expected him from him. He knew that once the position of the head of the door was lost, the family would definitely not be as good as it was today, so when he competed for the position of head of the door in the door, as soon as his "purple lightning thunder" posture came out, he knew that the opposite side would not be able to catch it.

He has absolute self-confidence.

The result was just as he thought, as soon as his posture came out, Ye Qiutao on the opposite side could only angrily abandon his sword and admit defeat. He still remembered Ye Qiutao's angry and incomprehensible eyes back then. Yue Linzhi never felt that there was anything wrong with Ye Qiutao's eyes, because he was so confident in his own sword.

But today, the man with his foot on his chest, he caught his sword. Although Ye Qiutao, who was lying on the side, had not said anything for more than ten years, he also knew that he was actually the same as Yue Linzhi, and he also had confidence in Yue Linzhi's sword.

But today, the man caught it, caught the sword that called for faith in the hearts of the two of them. One could only sit still, and the other could only be like his opponent back then, with anger and incomprehension burning in his eyes.

"I like the look in your eyes. Xin Yuan spit out lightly, his face was behind the moonlight, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. "Fifteen years ago, on that day, I was the one you looked at. When Yue Linzhi heard the other party's words, he seemed to understand something, the heat in his eyes was gone, and the whole person lay down and looked at the sky.

Yue Linzhi didn't know what happened fifteen years ago, but he could make Xin Yuan show the same expression as he did today. I'm afraid that I couldn't beat Shinbuchi fifteen years ago, he has already lost, completely lost, what's the use of anger and incomprehension.

Looking at Yue Linzhi who had dissipated the light in his eyes, Xin Yuan was like a child who had lost his plaything, and a tear actually flowed from his eyes. Shinbuchi withdrew his feet and stood up straight, his hands behind his back. The moonlight shone on his emaciated face, and the disappointment and pain that flashed in his eyes were gone. Shinbuchi, who had just regained his composure, grinned like a child who had lost his toy and found a new favorite.

To say that it is a joke may be too far-fetched, because it is just a rise in the corners of the mouth, no laughter, no laughter.

Feeling the familiar breath that rushed towards him, like engraved in his blood, Xin Yuan slowly spat out a word.

"You're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”