The Shaolin Millennium Zen Monastery has been transformed into a Shura hell and a flesh and blood slaughterhouse at this moment.

Groups of fierce Qing soldiers clashed back and forth in the monastery, killing anyone they met. Although the Shaolin monks practiced martial arts, many of them were afraid that they did not even have the experience of real fighting, let alone killing people in blood. In the face of the Qing soldiers who were killed from outside the gate to inside the pass, with countless blood on their hands and incomparably rich experience in killing, it was difficult to form effective resistance, and in the end they could only die tragically under the swords and guns of the Qing soldiers one after another.

The demon monk Keba and a middle-aged man with a cold face stepped into the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple as if no one was around, and walked straight to the Daxiong Hall in the middle. Around them, there were a large number of flying eagle guards dressed in black and armed with swords. Along the way, all the Shaolin monks who stopped in front of them were rolled up by the Flying Eagle Iron Guard long knife, and layers of snow waves were twisted into pieces, leaving a long bloody path behind them.

"Amitabha, today the poor monk is going to kill and collect your evil obstacles for the Buddha!" An old monk with a white beard brandished an iron Zen staff weighing forty or fifty pounds, and forcibly broke out of a passage among the long knives of the Flying Eagle Iron Guard, and rushed towards Keba and the middle-aged man in the middle.

Keba's face remained unchanged, and he smiled and said to the middle-aged man beside him: "Mr. Wei, this bald donkey is the famous 'Du Erarhan' Zhigang on the rivers and lakes, and there are few opponents in the 'Crazy Wand Method' all the way. These sons are afraid that they won't be able to stop him, and you and I have to take action to get rid of him. ”

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth: "Master, Wei is known as the 'eight-armed Arhat', and he just came to meet this 'Du'er Arhat' for a while." For this credit, please also ask the master to give way. ”

Keba leaned slightly sideways to show his reciprocal intentions, and said with a smile: "The poor monk is about to see the secret weapon stunt of the 'eight-armed Arhat' that stands alone in the world. ”

This middle-aged man is one of the four guards around Aobai, Wei Gang, nicknamed the "eight-armed Arhat". He first thanked Keba for clasping his fists, and then stepped forward, his hands drooping, his eyes seemed to be closed, and there was a faint glimmer of essence in his eyes staring at Zhigang who had rushed to him.

"Evil thief, suffer death!" Seeing Wei Gang step forward, he turned the Zen staff left and right with both arms, smashing four or five flying eagle guards, and then his body rose into the air, and the Zen staff smashed into the top of Wei Gang's head with a thunderous force from top to bottom.

Wei Gang suddenly leaned back, and his arms waved in front of him with great speed, so fast that he conjured the phantom of several arms, and he really felt as if he had eight arms. Countless starry rays flew out of his hands, making a sneering sound in the air, like a sudden rainstorm, and in an instant, the figure of Zhigang in the air was submerged.

After sending the secret weapon, Wei Gang took a step back and stood beside Keba, as if he had never made a move.

Zhigang in the air didn't even let out a scream before he fell, falling in front of the feet of Keba and Wei Gang, and his body was densely filled with nearly 100 hidden weapons such as steel darts, iron thistles, hand-throwing arrows, and plum blossom needles.

Keba applauded and praised: "Mr. Wei's secret weapon kung fu is unmatched today. It was Zhu Xiaoqian, the 'jade-faced thousand-armed Guanyin' back then, but I am afraid that it will not be as good as it. ”

Wei Gang said with a smile: "The master has won the award, in the words of our Lord Ao, unless the real sword is better than the last one, no one can say that he is really invincible." It's a pity that Zhu Xiaoqian has disappeared from the rivers and lakes for many years, and it is difficult for Wei to have a chance to tell who is the first person to hide the secret weapon with her. ”

While talking and laughing, the two led the Flying Eagle Iron Guard to continue to advance inward, and occasionally the masters in the Shaolin Temple blocked each other along the way, and they were all killed by the two of them in turn.

Finally arrived at the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the two led the flying eagle iron guard to rush in, but saw the Shaolin abbot Zhishan and more than a dozen monks sitting cross-legged on the futon in front of the Buddha, their eyes slightly closed, their faces calm, and they seemed to be completely unable to hear the shouts and screams of the outside world.

Keba laughed and said, "Zhishan old monk, do you think that if you close your eyes, you can ignore the disciples who are being slaughtered like pigs and dogs outside?

Zhishan opened his eyes, a resolute look appeared on his face, and he put his palms together and said: "Keba, Shaolin was robbed today and it is also fate, and the poor monk has nothing to say." But the treasure map and martial arts classics have been sent out of Shaolin for secret placement, and all you can take away is the life of a poor monk!"

"Really?" said Keba with a sinister smile, "but the poor monk doesn't think he's going to go back in vain!"

With his words, a figure flew past Zhishan, landed in front of Keba, bowed down and said, "Master Keba, the poor monk is fortunate to have not been dishonored, and he has already heard the whereabouts of the treasure map and martial arts classics. ”

"Fa Yuan, is that you?" Zhishan saw that the man was actually one of the monks who was originally meditating beside him, and his face showed extreme shock and pain.

The middle-aged monk Fa Yuan turned to Zhishan and sneered: "Uncle Abbot, you don't know the current affairs, but you shouldn't drag Shaolin to destroy together." The poor monk is not talented, and he is willing to save Shaolin from danger with his own strength!"

Keba applauded on the side and said: "Fayuan Zen Master is right, when these stubborn guys are destroyed, Zen Master, you will be the new abbot of Shaolin Temple." With the support of Lord Aobai, Shaolin will not only not decline, but will flourish in the hands of Zen Master!"

"Traitor, you can't be left behind!" Zhishan suddenly shouted, and the shouting sound like a spring thunder shook everyone's ears, and even the Daxiong Treasure Hall seemed to tremble. He took a step forward, as if shrinking into inches, across a distance of several zhang to the Fa Yuan, raised his hand to the Fa Yuan Heavenly Spirit cover, its momentum is like King Kong Demon Suppression Fierce, it is the Shaolin peerless "Mighty King Kong Palm".

"Kill people, don't think about it!" Keba snorted coldly, his body moved sideways and stopped in front of Fa Yuan, whose face had changed miserably, and raised a right palm that had become pitch black in an instant.

The palms struck each other, making a muffled sound, and Zhishan's figure shook slightly, but Keba took three steps back.

Although he fell downwind, Keba did not panic, and let out a piercing scream from his mouth.

"Boom!" With a whistling sound, a sharp, blunt-tailed, strangely shaped iron cart smashed through a large hole in the wall on the side of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and rushed in, and four stainless steel wheels spun rapidly and crushed against the bricks in the main hall, making a dull rumbling sound, crashing towards Zhishan, who was about to continue to chase and kill the traitor.

Zhishan had never seen such an ancient monster, but he was used to seeing big scenes, and he was also extremely experienced in the enemy, so when he was about to put on his robe, he brushed towards the side of the front of the iron car, and his movements were gentle without a trace of fireworks, but he intended to use the soft power of the "robe to subdue the magic skill" to resolve the impact of the iron car.

Unbeknownst to him, at the moment when the robe was brushed on the iron car, there were two iron plates on the iron car, and a person suddenly leaned out of the upper body of the car, and the two arms were like two big guns shaking and stabbing, and the palms stretched out like knives pierced the unfolded robe, and pierced into the chest of the supreme good behind the robe!