Under the bright moonlight, the beautiful killing continued.

"The flowers are scattered. Standing on the wall, Xu Ruyi sighed, and her voice was full of emotion: "The last time I fought with her, although we didn't do our best with each other, I still thought in my heart that the so-called Six Desires and Seven Emotions Silence Dao was just a kind of exercise similar to the afterimage illusion, but I didn't expect her to be as powerful as she was when she got serious." ”

Fang Tianyou's sideburns were left in a cold sweat, and he looked at the dance in the field, ignoring Xu Ruyi's words in his ear.

Xu Ruyi glanced at him, didn't speak, and turned his head to look at Nangong Caiyun again: "What's the matter?" ”

"Give me ten years, and I'm not necessarily inferior to her. There was a hint of pride in his voice, and there was no frustration in his voice.

"Well, that's the heart of the strong. Xu Ruyi nodded approvingly, and shook his head again: "It's just that you can kill with your ten steps, I'm afraid that if you practice for another ten years, you won't be her opponent, after all, Tang Sai'er in ten years will probably be the real Buddha Mother." ”

"I'm not just going to kill in 10 steps. Nangong Caiyun replied coldly, subconsciously glanced sideways at the handful of snow that had never been unsheathed behind him, and a trace of tenderness flashed on his face, but he didn't say anything after all.

"Overseer. Fang Tianyou hesitated and said: "If you face her, but... Do you have a chance of winning?"

"Yes. Xu Ruyi said with a smile: "The incarnation outside the body practiced by the Six Desires and Seven Emotions Silence Dao may be illusions, or it may be supernatural powers, even our family can't see it, but if you want to crack it, there are actually two ways." First, put on a layer of turtle shell, let her ten people and hundreds of people, if you can't break through your defenses, it's all in vain. Otherwise, even if your skills are far higher than her, you can be an opponent who is not a person, and that's fine. ”

"That's too hard... ”

"It's not hard, it's not hard. Xu Ruyi stretched out his hand and pointed at himself: "Our family happens to have a turtle shell on our back, and our skills are not low." Speaking of which, her kung fu should consume a lot of money, don't look at her light and light, if she was so free, she would have been invincible in the world a long time ago, where would she still need Shaolin to apologize to the three sects and seven factions?"

"That's right. ”

The three of them held their breath and watched quietly, waiting for the dance to end.

Finally, at the end of the song, the thirteen figures gathered together again, and in the originally bustling field, Tang Sai'er's opponent was only three people. With one enemy and three enemies, it is still a disadvantage, but the irony is that Tang Sai'er turned out to be the side with more people.

The breath was calm, and he was still in the blood-like white clothes, with a graceful figure, a holy face, and looked at his enemy compassionately: "This is Shaolin, this seat has no intention of being an enemy of the three sects and seven factions, but the situation has taken a sharp turn, and it has finally reached this step." ”

"Tang Shizhu's skills are profound, and Lao Ni admires it, but now it doesn't matter who is who, and Lao Ni has no intention of discussing with the donor. With blood on his hands, it's useless to say anything. Let's let Lao Ni see the methods of Master Tang. ”

"Mrs. Shi!" Tie Sihai said with a righteous face: "With such evil demons, what are the rules of the rivers and lakes? Let me Tie Sihai help you!"

"The Iron Master is right. Murong Qing crossed his sword on his chest, and echoed his words: "The overall situation is important, capture the demon girl, and then talk about other things." ”

"Huh. One of them, Tang Sai'er, replied with a contemptuous look and pouted, "It's as if you three can win together." ”

Before the words fell, Tang Sai'er took the lead, thirteen figures, twenty-six fists and palms, Murong Qing's sword was dazzling, protecting his body three feet, Tie Sihai's fist shadow was sufficient, and his strength was vertical and horizontal, and Hui Zhen Shitai, his palms suddenly closed eleven beats in front of his chest, and then he plucked up his whole body's strength, and a pair of withered palms seemed to rise, "Buddha's light shines!" shouted angrily, and suddenly pushed forward.

Emei is a female nun, kung fu is known for being small and feminine, I didn't expect to be able to play such a fierce strength, the wind is raging, bringing up boundless wind and dust, sixty years of skill, one blow, it is already the road to death and then life, she is betting, betting that her skills can crush Tang Sai'er, and can break the thirteen phantoms with one blow.

"Boom!"

The courtyard wall two feet away collapsed, bringing up even more smoke and dust.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the scene returned to calm, the phantoms had disappeared, Master Hui Zhen stroked his chest, his breath was heavy, Murong Qing and Tie Sihai were stunned on the spot, shocked by Master Huizhen's skill, but at the same time, they also discovered... In the field, only the three of them remained.

The thirteen phantoms turned out to be all illusions, and Tang Sai'er's true body had long since disappeared.

"What a White Lotus Sect!"

"What a Buddha mother!"

"What a Tang Sai'er!"

sighed three times in a row, and the three of them looked at each other speechlessly.

After a while, Murong Qing looked at Master Huizhen: "Mrs. Huizhen, what should I do next?"

"Next, how about letting our family play with you?" The vicious laughter rang out, not falling. The three of them relaxed for a moment, but they lost their vitality, a sharp claw buckled on the top of Tie Sihai's head, and the sharp tip of the sword pierced Murong Qing's throat from back to front, and at the same time, Xu Ruyi's hand also grabbed the back of Master Huizhen's neck.

"You are... Master Hui Zhen was so shocked and angry that he didn't have time to finish his words, and the next moment, the sky was spinning, and the whole person was slammed to the ground, and he was unconscious.

"There is Zhang Sanfeng in the Wudang faction, you can't pop up another one in the Emei faction, right?" The black boots lifted up and fell heavily, announcing the end of the night.

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The black tide receded, and the pebbles were polished more rounded. The cursed temple has gone through another catastrophe, leaving behind a place of mud.

The fishy flesh is not as bloody as human blood.

The bell struck again, one hundred and eight times, and the long-cherished wish to get rid of the troubles seemed a little ironic, but the road had to go on.

"Abbot. Master Lingde of the Precept Institute held the Buddha's principles and walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall: "According to rough statistics, the three main halls of the King Kong Palace, the Arhat Palace, and the Guanyin Hall have been reduced to ashes, and the Zen rooms in the side halls have been damaged forty-seven, and the temple property is not counted. ”

"What about people?"

"It's still counting. Lingde sighed: "But the monks in the temple, I'm afraid that the number of dead and injured is not less than 1,000." ”

"Alas. Master Lingxin was also full of sadness, thought about it, and then asked: "The three sects and seven factions are guests in Shaolin, what about their losses?"

"This... ”

Before Master Lingde could answer, Yue Songting, Tang Sanxing, and Dongfang Yu walked in: "Master." ”

The three benefactors were disturbed, and the old man was ashamed, and asked them for forgiveness. ”

Kind words, the three of them naturally won't take it seriously, Yue Songting smiled and said: "Where did the abbot say, Bailian is evil, scheming, and I haven't been guarded, how can we blame the master." ”

In the battle last night, the losses of the Huashan faction were not small, and the disciples brought not many of them, and now they are even more dead, and the remaining few people are also few, but Yue Songting still laughed, and he couldn't restrain himself with his qi cultivation kung fu.

None of them.

The purpose of this trip was to take advantage of the fact that he was still holding the title of the leader of the martial arts alliance to promote the plan of the three sects and seven factions to besiege the White Lotus Sect.

The price paid by the Huashan faction is very large, Zuo Qiuhua does not know whether he is alive or dead, and two elders died in battle, but in comparison, the losses of the Shaolin faction are greater, and weighing it left and right, it is quite a bit of killing two birds with one stone, although he is not the one who shoots arrows.

"Abbot, Abbot!" shouted anxiously, and the two novices walked into the hall with a simple stretcher: "Master Huizhen is too her... ”

"Master Hui Zhen!" Master Lingxin and Yue Songting and the others exclaimed, rushing forward, on the stretcher, Master Hui Zhen's face was pale, her eyes were closed, and her face was covered with blood. If it weren't for the faint fluctuation on her chest, no one would doubt that she was dead.

Master Lingxin raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then gently grabbed Master Huizhen's wrist, closed his eyes and noticed, and after a while, Master Lingxin said in a deep voice: "Nine out of ten meridians in the body are broken, and the internal injuries are serious, and unforeseen things may be in the mundane." ”

"How is this good!" Tang Sanxing's face was anxious, the two factions of Emei and the Tang Sect were not far away, they had a very good relationship in Su Ri, and the two factions had many intersections, and at this moment, when he heard that Master Hui Zhen was too dangerous, he couldn't help but lose his proportion.

The Spirit Master raised his head and closed his eyes, as if weighing something.

Yue Songting observed the words, and his wit moved, and he whispered: "Master, but what other way can help Master Huizhen to overcome this difficulty? ”

Lingde and Lingtong couldn't help frowning when they heard this.

No one is a fool, Yue Songting's words are clearly to put the Shaolin Temple on the fire. If there is a way to save Hui Zhenshi and not use it, I am afraid that if it spreads, Shaolin's reputation will inevitably plummet. What he said sounded good, but he didn't hesitate to take his life, what is the use of his life, it's all nonsense, isn't it Shaolin who really wants to contribute?

After pondering for a long time, the Lingxin Master turned his head and said: "Don't be impatient, you guys, Shaolin does have something to protect the life of the master, but I'm afraid that this body cultivation will not be able to be saved." Lingde, well-informed, go to the Dharma Hall with the old man. ”

"Abbot!"

"Abbot!"

The two shouted loudly, and when they heard Lingxin's words, the two of them already understood that Lingxin Master was going to use Shaolin's treasure: Da Huandan!

The formula of Da Huan Dan was lost as early as the end of the Song Dynasty, and although the later generations of monks had studied it, they could not recover it. In other words, today's Da Huan Dan is a rare thing with one less one, and at this moment in the temple, as far as the two of them know, there are only five left.

In order to save Hui Zhenshi, it is not worth using one, saving his life, and becoming a wasted person, for people in the rivers and lakes, what is the difference between losing martial arts and death.

The two of them were about to speak, but they heard Lingxin say angrily: "If something outside the body, if it can save Shitai's life, what is there to be reluctant to!

"This... The two glanced at each other and nodded helplessly: "What the abbot's senior brother taught is that the junior brother remembers." ”

In fact, Lingxin didn't want to take the big pill, but if Huizhen died in Shaolin, it would have a great impact on the prestige of Shaolin, and Yue Songting was squeezing with words, and he was helpless.

Just these few words, but no one noticed, in the corner outside the hall, a little novice smiled weirdly, and then shrank back and left sneakily.

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Light work glimpse, stepping on grass duckweed. Hua Pengfei wore a monk's robe and a big bald head, shuttling between the shadows of the courtyard wall.

Da Huan Dan was originally in the Dharma Temple. In the chaos last night, he walked around and wrote down all the halls and courtyards of the Shaolin Temple. Everything was planned, just wait for the Lingxin Master to decide to take the medicine before stealing it, but he didn't expect the Lingxin Master to directly say the place where the medicine was hidden, which saved him a lot of things.

Over the wall through the courtyard, through an arch, the Dharma Hall is close in front of you, the strange thing is that the door of the temple is wide open, and there is no one to guard it.

Is Shaolin Tuoda?

"It shouldn't be. Hua Pengfei frowned, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was guarded by three wordless monks, and there was no reason to keep the Dharma Hall of the Kapok robe without defense, not to mention that there was a big return pill inside.

As the so-called art masters are bold, how can the dignified Yunlong Jiuxian be frightened away by the empty city plan?

After thinking about it again and again, he gritted his teeth, turned Pengfei into a vertical figure, and rushed in after a few ups and downs.

The small hall, a mahogany incense case, behind is a huge lotus platform with a gray robe on it. Glancing around, there is really no one, and it doesn't look like there is a hidden passage, the only suspicious place...

Hua Pengfei's eyes aimed at the lotus platform, jumped up, a harrier turned over, landed on the lotus platform, and was about to reach out to pick up the robe to check, an old and peaceful voice sounded: "The relics of the Bodhidharma patriarch, please don't move." ”

"Who?!" Hua Pengfei was shocked and angry, and the 48,000 sweat pores on his body stood up, and when he raised his eyes and looked around, he saw an old monk walking in from outside the door of the temple with a broom in his hand.

The two longevity eyebrows are feet long, thick hands and long arms, and the body is withered. His face was also full of wrinkles, and his eyes were gray, like a dried corpse.

"I knew it wasn't going to be that simple. Hua Pengfei stood up on the platform, looked at the old monk, and bowed his hand: "Master, the younger generation Hua Pengfei, I want to ask for a big pill to save the elders in the family, and I strayed into this place, please... ”

"Elders in the family?" The old monk looked Hua Pengfei up and down, and said clearly: "Heavenly Silkworm Demon Skill, it turns out that he is a person from Tianmen. ”

"Heavenly Silkworm Demon Skill?" Hua Pengfei was a little confused, he hadn't practiced it, but since this old monk mentioned Tianmen, could it...

"Senior, I don't know who you are?"

"Huh. The old monk lowered his head, waved the broom in his hand lightly, and murmured, "It's just a gambler who is willing to gamble and lose." Boy, this Dharma Hall is an ornament, and the one on it is not a real kapok robe, and the Great Huandan is not here, if you want, come to see me again on the ice cliff on the top of the mountain tonight. ”

"Senpai?"

"Go ahead. The old monk walked away, and the pace was not very urgent, but when Hua Pengfei chased out of the hall, the old monk was gone.

"Ice Cliff?" repeated in a low voice, then glanced back at the lotus platform again, and turned into Pengfei and walked away.