After listening to the empty strings, an exclamation sounded among the Shaolin disciples.

Someone was already desperately shouting to the empty string: "Senior Brother empty string, you have done your best, come down." ”

Everyone knows that the empty string at this time is like a fragile egg, which will shatter when touched.

Life is always the most important thing, anyway, if you lose this one, there will be one more.

But the master of the non-ring did not speak, he knew that at this time, it would be useless to say anything, because the empty string would definitely not retreat, because he was a Shaolin disciple.

Hearing the concerned calls of the brothers and sisters, Kongxian smiled.

It's enough to know that you all care about me.

The group of people behind me are my family, for my family, what is my little life, just like my parents gave up their lives to save me, for you, I can also give up my life.

I, empty strings, am a Shaolin person in life and a Shaolin ghost in death!

"Amitabha, Lord Zabu, if you have rested enough, please continue. ”

The voice of the empty string was calm, very calm, and from his words, Zabu could not hear a trace of fear, even if he had just broken the hard iron wall in front of him.

"I actually said that Lao Tzu is resting, Lao Tzu is pity for you, since you are looking for death, don't blame me, let you see, what is the hardest fist in the world!"

Zabu roared, and the wind-like fist attacked the empty string again, and this time, the golden iron wall did not light up in front of the empty string, and Zab's sharp fist fell on the empty string.

Zab's fist speed was not much different from the previous one, and the air around him was ignited again, and one after another raging flames rushed towards the empty string's body.

Gradually, the monk's robe on Kongxian's chest cracked into shreds and burned to ashes, revealing the sturdy muscles behind it.

Slowly, the strong muscles gradually dented inward under the attack of the sharp fists, revealing the bones behind the bloody flesh.

The bones were broken and broken one by one, and the skeleton of the entire body of the empty string slowly collapsed.

But he still stood where he was, and he didn't fall.

In the scene, several Shaolin disciples couldn't bear to continue looking at it, and lowered their heads one after another.

Some of the disciples had tears in their eyes, and their clenched fists were embedded with blood in their palms.

But not a single person made a sound to persuade the empty strings to open their mouths and surrender.

At this time, everyone finally felt the determination of the empty strings, the determination to see death as home.

In the world, there is always something that is more important than life.

Zabu's punch became faster and faster, and the more urgent he became, because he refused to believe that the empty string actually blocked his iron fist with his own **.

So he was angry again, and for the first time in his life he was provoked twice by the same person.

The anger rose, and the strength of the fist increased again, and it was faintly beyond his limit.

Zab's fists were fast, and in everyone's eyes, they were like sparkling lightning bolts, constantly blasting into the fragile body of the empty strings.

I don't know who suddenly shouted: "Come on, senior brother, come on Shaolin." ”

The voice was like a demon, and slowly spread through the crowd.

"Come on, senior brother!"

"Come on, Shaolin!"

......

The sound is more and more, louder and louder, the momentum is more and more grandiose, and it is more and more amazing.

One sentence after another, "Come on, senior brother, come on Shaolin", the sound reached Zabu's ears, like sharp thorns, piercing into the eardrums, rushing into the brain, stimulating the nerves, and inspiring Zabu's endless anger.

"Garbage, it's all garbage that I don't even dare to return with my hands, can't I even break the garbage, impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"There's nothing in the world that I can't break!"

Zabu kept roaring in his mouth, anger overshadowing reason, and he desperately increased the speed of his fist and increased the force.

Every punch hit Kong Xian's body, and the powerful fist power directly penetrated the body, shooting at the Shaolin disciples behind Kong Xian, and in the blink of an eye, several Shaolin disciples were hit by these inexplicable punches, and vomited blood from internal injuries.

In this way, an open space appeared behind the empty string, and all the disciples did not dare to stand there, lest they be accidentally injured by the power of Zabu's fist.

But people can dodge, but the stone wall can't.

Everyone watched as a stone wall not far behind Kongxian gradually cracked, and the surface of the hard wall slowly recessed inward.

What a domineering punch.

The stone walls dozens of paces away were all beaten like this, which shows how violently the body of the empty string has been subjected.

No one can imagine it, and no one dares to think about it.

But the empty string just didn't fall.

Seeing this scene, even the Supreme Venerable showed a look of surprise.

If a string is stretched too tightly, it will eventually break.

A person's anger rises to the extreme, and it will eventually backfire on the body.

Suddenly, Zabu gathered all his strength and threw an earth-shattering punch into the chest.

The stone wall behind the empty string was directly pierced by the huge force.

And Zabu also inexplicably spurted out a mouthful of blood and half-knelt on the ground.

He lowered his head and saw that the empty string's feet had been deeply rooted in the bluestone slab at some point, as if they had taken root on the ground, and they were integrated with the land of Shaolin.

For the first time in his life, Zabu felt humiliated, and he looked at his fists, which had been blackened by the flames, and let out a long howl as he looked up to the sky.

"Ahh

"Crazy people, all are crazy people when they step on horses. ”

Screaming and screaming, two lines of hot tears unconsciously slipped down Zabu's cheeks.

Suddenly, he leapt to his feet, jumped up and down, and with a strange scream, jumped away from the square, and disappeared behind the distant wall.

Seeing Zabu leaving, Taijian angrily glanced at the landless lama, but the landless lama only shook his head slightly and sighed.

"Win, we won!" The Shaolin disciples finally realized that they had won the second game, and everyone rushed to the field to pick up the Shaolin hero who had not fallen until the end.

But when they ran to the empty string, they suddenly froze in place.

He stood silently, his head slightly bowed, his hands folded, like an ordinary Buddhist worshipping the Buddha devoutly.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but there was no breath on his nose.

He said that he would not lose, and Shaolin would not lose.

He did it.

The Shaolin disciples who gathered around the empty string held back their tears, silently took out the monk's robe to cover his bare body, and gently picked him up.

It's strange to say that the body that didn't fall down despite Zabu's lightning blows was gently hugged by the Shaolin disciples, and then easily left the ground.

In this way, everyone did not speak, and quietly gathered together, escorting the corpse of the empty string back to the crowd.

At this moment, Taijian jumped to the field, used his internal strength, and roared loudly: "Who said that Shaolin won the second game?