Just before the throwing knife was about to touch the end of the ceremony, the sports stick swept away the machete.

The moment Kukumen threw out the machete, he had already turned around and rushed towards the mountain peak who was sitting on the ground, and Shanfeng jumped up in fright when he saw Kukumen rushing towards him. The wound on the leg, although it was no longer bleeding, was still very painful.

The mountain peak is unable to move, and before he can stand still, the Kumen has already been killed in front of him. Sports didn't expect that Kukumen would play such a trick, and it was too late to help.

Suddenly, Kumen held the handle of the knife with both hands, and used all his strength to split Huashan with one move, wanting to kill the mountain in one fell swoop. The mountain peaks felt the strong wind blowing in their faces and were completely overwhelmed.

"Mountain, when he's a bucket!" Sport shouted.

Bucket? yes! Just think he's a bucket. Shanfeng didn't want to do anything, just put the machete staring at the Kukumen and concentrate on it.

The mountain peak slowly lifted the stick and stretched it forward. The machete of the Kukumen was so swift that the wooden stick of the mountain peak had not yet been fully raised, and it had already pounced on the face of the mountain peak.

Bucket, bucket! The mountain peak looked at the blade that was already close at hand, and the stick in the water swung to the left. The end of the stick fluttered lightly on the side of the machete.

Kumen originally thought that this knife would be hit, but he didn't expect this knife to suddenly look like it was cut into cotton. When he came back to his senses, he found that the knife in his hand was drawing circles along with the opponent's stick.

"What the hell, what's going on?" It was the first time that Kukumen encountered such an evil thing, and he couldn't think of a reason in his heart. Just now, he was obviously about to cut the other party, why is his hand moving with the other party's wooden stick as if he is disobedient.

And Kukumen began to feel a suction force coming from his hand, and the strength gradually increased as the other party drew a circle step by step.

Kukumen wanted to pull back the machete, but he couldn't get rid of the suction, and he couldn't even let go.

"@#¥%%¥" Kumen scolded a few words in Mongolian, and the sweat on his face flowed. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of such a circle drawn by the mountain peak, and he began to wonder if he had fallen for some demon spell.

Shanfeng closed his eyes at this time, and in his mind he just imagined that as he usually carried water up and down, Sports threw the bucket at him, and then he used the flat pole to hold the rapidly rotating bucket, and then used the flat pole to draw circles so that not a drop of water in the bucket would be spilled.

When I saw this scene from afar, I was also pleasantly surprised. This trick is completely a method they realized when they usually compete with each other to carry water, and it is also a trick in their water carrying stick method. I didn't expect this trick to be so magical, how domineering the knife of the Kumen just now, the sports were originally prepared for the idea of dying with the other party after the mountain peak was killed.

The mountain peak closed his eyes and did not move his usual pace because of the injury on his leg. He found that compared to the usual use of this move, he had to move back and forth and spin, and he felt that it was more powerful to stand between square inches.

Because he felt that the other party seemed to be completely under his control at this time, and with the different sizes of the circles he drawn, the other party was pulled back and forth by himself.

Compared with the ease and casualness of the peak, the Kukumen is miserable at this time. His whole body was constantly sweating, and he became more anxious because he couldn't get rid of the circle of the mountain. The more anxious you are, the harder you push, and the harder you push, the deeper you feel.

In Kukumen's view, the mountain peaks at this time were not circles drawn with sticks at all, but a huge bottomless whirlpool that was frantically devouring itself.

"Ahh Shanfeng was frightened and immediately opened his eyes, saw the tragic situation of Kukumen, and immediately accepted it.

The circle drawn by the stick became smaller and smaller, and then he slammed it on the ground with the stick. "Collect!" Kumen's whole person fell to the ground like a deflated ball. His hand finally let go of the machete that he couldn't let go of just now, but he didn't know it anymore.

"Gymnastics, it's okay! Sports looked at the Kukumen on the ground and asked. He didn't expect gymnastics to attack Kukumen at once, why did Kukumen suddenly fall.

Shan Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, although his expression looked relaxed, but just now he was engrossed, without a trace of distraction, in fact, he was very tired. "I don't know, he shouted like that, and I don't know what's going on. ”

Suddenly, a dark shadow passed through the two of them and stopped beside Kukumen, who had fallen to the ground.

When the mountain and sports saw the comers, they were surprised and immediately saluted. "See Uncle Shi. The person who came was Xintian, and he probed the snort of Kumen with his hand, and asked with a dark face, "What's going on?"

Sports and Shan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, Xintian came just in time, so they found out how they found the Kukumen and followed him into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and fought against him, and then Limo appeared, and finally he was defeated by himself. However, the sports did not say the water stick method, after all, they still felt that this stick method was really not a martial art.

The more Xintian listened, the darker his face became, and after Shanfeng and Sports finished talking about the matter, he waved his hand angrily. A huge internal force struck the mountain and sports, and the two were pressed to their knees. They didn't expect Xintian to suddenly exert pressure, gritting their teeth and holding on, so as not to be pressed to the ground.

Xintian's brows moved, he didn't expect that the mountain peak and sports were not pressed down by himself. "You two know what great precepts you've committed!"

"Disciple doesn't know!" shouted Sports through gritted teeth, he had thought that Xintian would exaggerate them when he came. After all, they subdued the Mongols who trespassed into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, even if there was no reward, but there was no need to use internal force to suppress themselves.

"He's dead!" Xintian whispered, like a giant bell striking in their ears.

Shanfeng and Sports looked at each other when they heard this, they didn't expect Kukumen to die like this. Shan Feng was particularly surprised, he fought with Kukumen just now, but he didn't attack the other party at all, just kept drawing a circle to defend.

"Why did you die?" Shan Feng looked in a trance, he really couldn't figure out how Kukumen died.

Sports was sweating profusely, and although he wondered how Kumen had died, he was more worried about what Xintian would do with them.

It's over, it's over. I've forgotten the martial arts, and now that the Mongols are dead, and we've committed the killing precepts again, Xintian will definitely lock us all up in Muren Alley. The horror of Muren Lane is a deep memory for sports, and he remembers that in the first year he entered the Shaolin Temple, he was imprisoned in Muren Lane for 10 days for asking other brothers about martial arts.

Now that they have broken their martial arts and killed people, Xintian may be able to lock them up in Woodman Alley for a few years.

Sports thought about looking back at the mountain peaks that were still in a trance, and the gymnastics gritted his teeth.

"The disciple knows his mistake!"

Xintian looked down at the sports and said with a smile: "Wrong? Do you really know what you are wrong?"

Sports sweat rained down, and said: "Disciples shouldn't secretly practice martial arts and break the martial arts precepts." Now he has beaten people to death by mistake and broken the killing ring. All this is all led by the disciples, and gymnastics has nothing to do with this matter. ”

Shanfeng heard the words of sports and looked back at sports, "Sports, you ......"

Sports immediately interrupted the mountain peak and kowtowed to Xintian: "Ask Uncle Mingjian, all this is done by me." Gymnastics doesn't know martial arts at all, otherwise you wouldn't have injured your legs!"

"Good. Xintian's face was gloomy, and he said: "It is a mistake to break the martial arts ring, it is a mistake to trespass in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and it is a mistake to kill the ring." The three mistakes add up, and it looks like I'm going to lock you up in Woodman Alley for a whole year. But I didn't expect you to have internal strength, although it's not much, but I'm going to abolish your martial arts first. ”

Sports and Shanfeng were already frightened when they heard Xintian say the words "one year", and they were even more shocked when they heard the words "abolish your martial arts".

The mountain peak is furious, you have to count the killing precepts? Then now there are a few disciples in the Shaolin Temple who really keep the precepts. He thought that sports had been in the Shaolin Temple for 7 years, and he had been compromised for 7 years, and now he finally had a little internal strength, but he had to be ruthlessly deprived.

"Brute!"

Shanfeng gritted his teeth and tried all his strength to stand up, and he was now extremely angry because he felt that it was unfair. They defeated the intruders who wanted to steal the Four Great Wonders for the sake of the temple, but they had to suffer this inexplicable punishment.

Xintian looked at the mountain peak that wanted to stand up under the pressure of his internal force, and said angrily: "What a boldness!" Another internal force pressed out, and the sports were pressed to the ground with a snap, and the five bodies fell to the ground.

The mountain peak knelt on one knee with a bang, and two nosebleeds rushed out at the same time, and he was stunned and did not lie on the ground.

Sports looked at the peaks, and their eyes poured out.

"Shanfeng, look at me!" shouted the sports hoarsely.

Shanfeng looked up at the sport, his eyes already blood-red. Xintian's internal force is so domineering, the mountain peaks all feel that their bodies are about to be cracked by this internal force.

"Have you forgotten that you want to be a hero? how can a hero not know a little martial arts!" said the sports cry, he knew the dream of the mountain, and he also knew that although the mountain peak himself did not know, the mountain peak actually had internal strength. And sports are sure that the internal force of the mountain is much stronger than its own.

Hearing this, Shanfeng suddenly burst into tears, his friend was preparing to take on everything for his dream, how could he agree to come down.

"Uncle Please, do it!" Sports burst into tears and shouted with the last of his strength.

Xintian didn't say anything, his face was still so gloomy. He stretched out his left hand and pressed his thumb to the back of his neck.

Sports cried bitterly, only to see a powerful internal force like a broken army entering his body. His own meager internal force was defeated in the face of this internal force.

Shanfeng tried to stop Xintian, but Xintian also strengthened his internal force against him, making him unable to move for a moment. "Don't!" the mountain's tears burst completely.

He is now watching, a friend who has the same grand dreams as him is being deprived of his persistence for more than 7 years by a demon monk, depriving him of the weapon to realize his dreams, and depriving him of his most precious dignity.

Sports fainted in pain and didn't wake up on the ground.

After Xintian's luck was finished, he looked back at the red-eyed and nosebleed peak. "Although he said that he did it alone, but if you insult the teacher, you will also be punished. ”

Looking at Xintian, who was walking towards him, the mountain peak did not move. It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's just that he can't even move his fingers. Xintian's internal force pressed down on his body like a wall.

Xintian walked over to Shanfeng and stretched out his right hand under Shanfeng's angry gaze. The thumb was ruthlessly pressed on the Shenting acupoint of the mountain peak, and the mountain peak opened his mouth to shout, but he couldn't shout.

Knives, it feels like countless knives have been inserted into his blood. Xintian's internal force was infused into the physical strength of the mountain peak, flowing through each of his veins. Then he felt like a sun was squeezed into his body, and the heat was indescribable.

Naturally, Shanfeng couldn't stand this pain, and he also fainted.

Xintian withdrew his hand and looked at the mountain peaks and sports that were lying on the ground, soaked in sweat.

"Shaolin Seventy-two Skill Ranking Fourth Demon Suppression Finger, Master Xintian, why are you so bothered?" Li Mo looked at everything coldly just now, and only now did he speak.

Xintian turned around and saluted at the end of the ceremony and said, "Master of the end of the ceremony, I once again ask you to leave the pavilion." ”

Li Mo shook his head, he had the idea of coming up with this scripture pavilion before, but then he didn't want to go out anymore. Although it was not the first time that Xintian had invited him, he felt that he still had no reason to accept.

"I don't know martial arts, so if you want to go to Zen, you can come to me. With that, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Xintian watched Limo leave and sighed lightly. "Is it really like him, the real Four Voids?" he shook his head, for he wasn't sure.