Huang Dahu didn't look at it and shouted again: "The third scene"

One time is a coincidence, and the second time is impressive. It's not that the other party's strength is too weak, nor is it that the big tiger is too strong, it seems that the big tiger just restrained the other party. But if you come to one by one like this, it is also the ability of others.

This time, the Wind King became more steady, and as if he didn't believe in evil, he turned his head and motioned to drag the rhino diamond. The two hammers of the rhino King Kong hit each other, and there was a loud click. This time he didn't take a leap, but walked steadily.

"You strike first. ”

The big tiger didn't say a word and smashed the shovel, dragging the rhino King Kong to block the hammer, only to hear a loud bang, which shocked everyone's ears numb. The sharp-eyed ones had already seen that the arms of the Drag-Rhino King Kong were trembling slightly. Looking at Huang Dahu again, he concocted it with one kick in the same way, and dragged the rhino King Kong and flew out upside down. The two hammers were already out of his hands, and the big tiger didn't look at it and let it fall to the ground.

"The fourth!"

Without waiting for the command, King Kong rushed forward, curling his arms and pressing his pestle under his armpits. Huang Dahu turned the shovel around his waist, and the shovel was pulled out and pulled out just on the side waist of the elephant King Kong. The big man flew out sideways, and one of the pestles fell out of his hand and fell to the ground in mid-air, while the other pestle was still tightly clutched in his hand. There was a puff of dust, and King Kong fainted.

"Scene five. ”

There was an uproar. Huang Dahu stood tall, but at this time he was more like an angry-eyed King Kong, and the Tianzhu monks who drank it were furious in their hearts.

King Si Yu jumped up with a wave of his umbrella. Huang Dahu was just about to fight, but his shoulder was held down, and when he turned around, he saw that it was Master Zongqing. Surprisingly, Huang Dahu had great respect for Master Zongqing, and immediately raised his palms and saluted: "Amitabha, Master Abbot." ”

"Master, go down and rest for a while. ”

Huang Dahu was just about to go back. King Si Yu stopped doing it, and immediately protested: "Master Zongqing, this is not good. He has no problem with even picking on me, but he can't just fight if he wants, just leave if he wants. ”

When he said this, the Central Plains knights really couldn't find a reason to refute it, and it was true. But this Si Yu Dharma King seems to be a little too confident.

Huang Dahu turned around and poked the shovel to the ground, "Okay." Let's make a move!"

Master Zongqing was helpless, and whispered: "If you are not defeated, you will admit defeat." ”

Si Yu smiled evilly, his feet slipped, and his body slid over as if he was being pushed by a cart, and the treasure umbrella was lowered and went straight to Huang Dahu's chest. The big tiger still swept out the shovel, and the axe shovel swept towards the side of King Si Yu, and King Si Yu flew out sideways at that time, but Huang Dahu was more vigilant and stared at King Si Yu with wide eyes. I saw a little cold light shoot out, and the big tiger's body was raised backwards to dodge it narrowly, but it was a stainless steel sleeve arrow. But he could see clearly that the arrow was fired from the tip of King Si Yu's umbrella.

The sharp-eyed chivalrous man scolded indignantly: "It's shameless." ”

It turned out that King Si Yu was not attacked by Huang Dahu, but used this trick to move out. At this moment, he landed on the ground, and his footsteps were so fast that the tip of the umbrella attacked the belly of the big tiger.

The big tiger seemed to feel the attack of King Si Yu, and at this time he was still lying on his back and difficult to change his moves, so he simply lay on the ground, but the big shovel attacked diagonally. As soon as King Si Yu saw it, he immediately changed his moves, his body turned to the left, and he twisted as if he had no bones, and his flexibility was simply outrageous.

When King Si Yu reached the side, the treasure umbrella suddenly opened, and then it folded back, and in an instant, it was five or six o'clock cold light. Almost at the same time, the big tiger turned over violently and thrust five hidden arrows into his place. King Si Yu originally wanted the life of the big tiger, but he was dodged in this way, and he immediately became angry, and the treasure umbrella on his body turned in his hand, and slashed towards the big tiger.

But he only cared about attacking, but he didn't see that the big tiger's axe shovel had already turned out when he turned over. Not to mention that Si Yu was in the game, even the onlookers didn't see Dahu's action. Everyone only saw that King Si Yu had killed him. The chivalrous warriors of the Central Plains were so worried that they couldn't even bother to scold.

The King of the Wind was secretly proud, and suddenly heard a wail, but it was King Si Yu who fell to the ground. His legs were curling behind him in an eerie way, blood gushing out and seemingly breaking bones.

Huang Dahu stood up, didn't look at King Si Yu, and just said, "Sixth." ”

The Central Plains knights immediately cheered, as long as they won one more game, the Tianzhu people could roll up and go home.

No one thought that this unsightly monk was actually the nemesis of the Tianzhu people.

The crowd on Tianzhu's side came up and carried King Si Yu back.

The Wind King stood up, and Huang Dahu poked the shovel on the ground, "I admit defeat." ”

The Wind King was stunned for a moment, and Huang Dahu fell straight down. Duan Tianwolf was so frightened that he hurriedly came up to protect the big tiger, and Master Zongqing also hurried over, checked the pulse of the big tiger, and said with a sigh of relief: "Master Duan Zhuang doesn't need to panic. Big Tiger is fine. ”

Only then did Duan Tianwolf relax his mind. Long Xinhe and Fang Hongshan came over and carried the big tiger back and settled down in the house to rest.

Master Zongqing called the Buddha: "This one will be fought by Lao Wei." ”

The Wind King couldn't say anything at this time, the five of them were defeated by one person in a row, what else was there to say.

"Master Abbot, please!"

As he spoke, the Wind King threw up the cloth bag and twisted it into a twisted shape.

"Master Zongqing doesn't use weapons. ”

"Amitabha. Lao Wei practiced Shaolin hard skills, as long as the Dharma King could break through Lao Gao's iron cloth shirt defense, he would win. ”

"Well, that's fair and reasonable. The master picks up. ”

The cloth bag twisted into a twist by the Wind King smashed down like a big stick towards the top beam of Master Zongqing. Poof, the cloth bag stick directly smashed Zong Qing's head, and Master Zong Qing was unharmed and did not move. The Wind King punched out and smashed into Zong Qing's chest, and there was a muffled sound, but Master Zong Qing still didn't move.

The Wind King took three steps back, and a carp straightened, spun sideways, and kicked towards Master Zongqing's temple, Master Zongqing only stretched out one arm to block it, and the kick hit his wrist. Yu Feng spun around, jumped up with a slap of his palm on the ground, flipped his heel back, and kicked his feet towards Master Zongqing's back. Master Zongqing's palms were solid, and luck resisted. There was another muffled bang, and the Wind King jumped out of the airflip. The next moment, his figure moved from side to side, his hands and feet rose out, and sometimes the cloth bag and rope stick were smashed alternately. The frequency of his attacks became faster and faster, and Master Zong Qing sometimes blocked with his arms, sometimes with luck, but his feet still did not move.

In this way, the king of the wind can have a stick of incense.

He jumped back to the same place, only to see his temples bulging high, his eyes suddenly wide, the cloth bag shook open, and he puffed up his cheeks and blew it in, the cloth bag bulged in the wind, and he twisted his hand to make the cloth bag into an air bag. The Wind King stomped his feet on the ground, his body leaping up and curling up in mid-air, curling up into a ball of flesh. The cloth bag airbag was strangely glued to his fleshy body. It fell with a bang, followed by a muffled bang, and the cloth bag burst open, and the body of the Wind King flew forward violently, hitting Master Zongqing's chest.

Master Zong Qing punched out, and the meat balls smashed right on his fists. The body of the Wind Resistant's flesh ball flew back and stretched out in midair, revealing a human form.

Looking at Master Zongqing again, I saw that he put his palms together and played a Buddha name: "Amitabha." This one was Lao Ke who lost. Then he sat down on the spot, and a stream of blood poured out of his mouth.

The white-eyed Taoist was just about to step forward to offer condolences, when he suddenly felt a light and shadow flash, and there was already one more person beside Master Zongqing, a young monk with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the wind god was beautiful but a beautiful man. But for some reason, he became a monk.

He held Master Zongqing, "Master!"

Master Zong Qing smiled bitterly and said, "Xingyun, you still came out in the end." Xingyun, from today onwards, you will be the abbot of the Dharma Academy, and from now on, my Shaolin safety will be tied to you. ”

After that, Master Zongqing passed away. Monk Xingyun exclaimed sadly: "Master!"

The figure of Bai Mei about to step forward stopped, and all the martial arts warriors mourned silently, but they didn't know what to do at this moment, so they could only look at Monk Xingyun silently.

Monk Xingyun stood up, and he called the Buddha: "Amitabha." The abbot of Shaolin passed away!"

Zong Yu and Zong Ping both stood up and called the Buddha: "Amitabha." ”

"Uncle Shi, I bother you to send my master's Dharma body back to Shaolin. ”

Zong Yu carried Zong Qing, Zong Ping chanted on the side, and the two didn't say anything and returned to Shaolin Temple with Zong Qing's Dharma body.

Monk Xingyun looked at the monks of Tianzhu, "Amitabha." The following is a battle of poor monks. ”

The King of the Wind was just about to come up to fight, but a person came out behind him, who seemed to be just a dhara who had been counted. He was bareheaded, carrying a string of large rosaries, and wearing a plain black monk's robe.

"The poor monk came to fight. ”

"Please. ”

Nebula did not make a move with his palms together, and that day Zhudra turned his fingers into a sword, and his feet were like light and shadows, and in the blink of an eye, he reached Nebula's side, and his finger sword was pointed at Nebula's forehead, but it seemed to be blocked by a layer of qi and could not move forward. The two of them were at a stalemate.

There was enough time for a stick of incense, and the nebula's eyes suddenly widened, and the dhara flew out upside down and fell to the ground with a pop. But he didn't seem to be hurt, but he was in a trance, and he seemed to come back to his senses after a moment.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. The poor monk lost. ”

So saying, he rolled over and fell to his knees.

Xingyun walked towards him and called the Buddha's name: "Amitabha." The holy monk must be the living Buddha of Tianzhu, but why did he hide his identity. ”

Xingyun didn't wait for him to reply, but then said, "I want to ask the Living Buddha, what is a Buddha?