Ding Yi was born in the Ming Dynasty Jinyi Guard, and he is my Ming Dynasty's Jinyi pro-army, the eyes and ears and minions of the Son of Heaven, with the purpose of detecting lawlessness and defending the imperial power. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He is not a stupid nerd, nor is he a happy revenge hero, when he sees the Shaolin monk reporting his identity according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, he only thinks it's funny, the royal family competes for the throne, and tens of millions of heads fall to the ground, thinking that when Ming Chengzu Zhu Di got the throne, the things of the ten clans can be done, this monk is also gentle and frugal, this kind of person comes to participate in this kind of thing, Ding Yi really sympathizes with Shaolin Temple!

When he was caught, Ding Yi raided and killed, his purpose was clear, kill Li Shimin, and once he was done, the matter of Xuanwumen could be ended.

Ding Yi does not come, at this time, Li Shimin is the master of the destiny of this plane, the invincible commander on the battlefield, extremely sensitive to danger, his martial arts are far inferior to Ding Yi, not as good as the Shaolin Four Stick Monks, but the reaction is one step ahead, Ding Yi just jumped up, Li Shimin has already pulled out the horizontal knife on his side, he doesn't look at it, he sweeps in front of him, he just knows that the enemy will definitely appear in this position, this is the intuition that God gave him.

Ding Yi jumped over the high platform, double knife wheel slashing, the knife momentum was sharp, unexpectedly, a slipped knife light in front of him to stop the waist and waved, although he was not shocked, his martial arts talent was high, the reaction was fast, the left knife was recycled, the handle of the knife smashed on the body of Li Shimin, although the knife in the right hand slowed down slightly, it still fell to Li Shimin's head.

A wooden stick broke through the wooden platform from the bottom, stabbed upward, crossed Ding Yi's left-handed horizontal knife, rushed into the middle palace, attached to the chest and abdomen, and pointed to the chin.

Ding Yi had nowhere to borrow strength in the air, his left leg was bent, his knee was against the body of the wooden stick, he felt the huge force of the wooden stick, with the bounce of the stick body, he took half a step back, the posture of the knife in his right hand remained unchanged, and he swept in front of Li Shimin's forehead, and a few strands of hair flew up, thrilling, Li Shimin unconsciously dodged back, his left foot was seriously injured, he couldn't stand it, his body moved a little and leaned back, and was supported by the side of the eldest Sun Wuji and Du Ruhui, felt the injured leg, and shouted: "Kill this person, the lonely king will reward the good land for a hundred hectares!"

"Kala!" In the explosion, Jueyuan pierced through the high platform, held the wooden stick in one hand, and put the five fingers together in the other hand, and inserted it forward.

On both sides of Jueyuan, a wooden stick crossed Jueyuan's shoulder, pointed at Ding Yi's neck, and the other wooden stick passed through Jueyuan's armpit, stabbing Ding's thigh, because the move is simple, there is no trick, but you can't dodge, except for hard connection, there is only retreat, because it is simple and powerful, these monks' kung fu is still above Mo Tiancang, the deputy leader of the Wusheng Sect, and has the true diness of the road to simplicity.

As soon as Ding landed on the table, he slid backwards suddenly, and fell from the edge of the platform, and more than ten knife flowers danced in front of him with both horizontal knives, blocking all the power of the three of them.

As soon as Fang hit the ground, his toes were tapped, and the horizontal oblique changed direction, Ding Yi became a demolition worker, the wooden pillars of the high platform were chopped one after another, and the sawdust and wood blocks flew all over the sky, and the high platform was overwhelmed, creaking, and crumbling.

The people on the stage are staggering, Li Shimin is a master, but it is a pity that he has a broken leg and takes care of himself, the eldest grandson Wuji and Du Ruhui know a little bit of superficial martial arts, but it is not enough to protect themselves in this situation. The three monks who came to the stage, Jueyuan, Zhixin, and Zhiran were helpless, and the three of them supported one by one, and jumped out far away.

Mingzong, who practiced closed-mouth meditation, had a clumsy expression, and stayed in place, and did not rush with a few people from the beginning, and he himself did not agree to participate in the palace coup, and his enthusiasm was not high.

The sawdust and wood slag pieces flying in the sky are like flying needles, flying locust stones, and flying knives, under the condition of Ding Yi's intentional control, they are filled with internal force and shoot towards Mingzong under the high platform, as if a master of hidden weapons who is good at the tricks of rain, and keeps throwing countless hidden weapons.

Mingzong's face was expressionless, the long stick staggered, standing at his side, the big sleeves of his monk's robe were like two white clouds, constantly rolling in front of him, and no hidden weapon touched his body.

As soon as the battle broke out, the firepower was full, and the battle was thrilling, and the soldiers in the courtyard who were going to go out to support Wei Chi Jingde did not dare to leave, and under Du Ruhui's order, they quickly set up a battle formation and guarded Li Shimin and the three of them. The three monks stood in front of the formation, each holding a long stick and posing, concentrating on guard. The soldiers on the side of the courtyard wall also ran over, all holding strong bows in their hands, aiming at the field, the tips of the arrows shining in the sun, and they would shoot at Ding at the first opportunity.

The entire high platform collapsed, Ding Yi and Mingzong broke out of the platform, rising in the air, the sun was shining, the knife light flashed in the smoke and dust from time to time, and the two waving white clouds were cut into pieces and flew up, and the high platform fell to the ground, with a loud bang.

Ding Yi consciously shifted his position in the attack, he changed to the inside, Mingzong turned his back to the soldiers, Ding stepped forward step by step, Mingzong kept retreating, the wooden stick had time to be held in the future, and his arms became light rods.

Jueyuan, Zhixin, and Zhiran were about to rush to help each other with a long stick. Ding Yi was too impressed by Li Shimin on the side of the Xuanwu Gate, he knew that these four Shaolin monks together were only afraid of Ding Yi's opponents, with the support of the eldest grandson Wuji and Du Ruhui, Li Shimin's face was gloomy, and he immediately made a decision, his right hand slashed hard, and ordered loudly: "Shoot!"

The order was forbidden, and as soon as Li Shimin's voice fell, hundreds of strong bows shot out of the clouds, like a small dark cloud, heading straight for Mingzong and Ding Yi at the original high platform.

The distance is only about twenty steps, shooting at close range, how can the two of them dodge, Mingzong's Shaolin King Kong body protection magic skill has a considerable heat, just transported the internal force to the back, it is a jingle sound, sharp arrows shot to his back, like the steel that was shot, but the power of the machine is so strong, the sharp arrow tip is still shot into the body, although the most is only one arrow, the number is too much, the internal force consumption is huge, Mingzong's soul is angry, his heart is extremely angry, and he opened his mouth and yelled: "Li Shimin, I ...... "After many years of penance, the closed-mouth meditation was broken, the qi in the chest was discharged, and the internal force accumulated on the skin was like a flood that broke the embankment, and it became extremely shallow in a blink of an eye, and when I was frightened, I wanted to look back, and a sharp blade in my chest suddenly pierced into the heart, stirring and mixing, Mingzong closed his mouth for too long, and there were too many things to say at this time, but unfortunately I couldn't say it anymore.

Mingzong's last consciousness was that the placket of his chest was grabbed by a big hand, and the whole person was lifted to the ground with his feet off the ground, and he was dragged by the enemy in front of him.

The sky is full of arrows, Ding Yi was also shot more than ten arrows, his whole body meridians are connected, shrinking bones and easy appearance is a compulsory course for Jinyiwei, immediately shrunk into a ball, a full fifth of the smaller, at the same time Mingzong was frightened, he crashed into Mingzong's arms, the knife in his right hand pierced straight into the opponent's heart, killed the enemy with one blow, abandoned the knife in his left hand, grabbed the opponent's neckline, and quickly retreated with his body, smashed through the wooden wall of Wanchun Hall with his back, and retreated.