"Chaos begins with silt, and the White Lotus blooms in the world!"

"Chaos begins with silt, and the White Lotus blooms in the world!"

"Chaos begins with silt, and the White Lotus blooms in the world!"

The deafening shouts resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the murderous aura on the night-shrouded Shaomuro Mountain spread wantonly, from the bottom to the top, like a huge mouth of an evil Jiao, showing its fangs, spitting scarlet letters, spreading and devouring.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!" The bell of the drum tower rang in the middle of the night, and the four warrior monks swung their fists and struck with all their strength around the two-meter-high bronze bell, without any rhythm, only annoying chaos.

"The White Lotus thief has attacked the mountain!"

"The thief attacked the mountain, and quickly reported to the abbot!"

"Meet the enemy!

"Chaos begins with silt, and the White Lotus blooms in the world!"

At the foot of the mountain, six hundred White Lotus disciples suddenly emerged out of nowhere, chanting loudly the slogans that had already spread all over the world, waving swords, and rushing towards the ancient temple from all directions without fear of death.

The whole temple was mobilized at the first time, and the monks roared loudly, holding various blades in their hands, performing the moves they were good at, or no moves, and fought with this group of madmen!

"This is a group of crazy people! Their Buddha Mother and Dharma Protector are still in the temple, how dare they! How dare they!"

"The evil devil acts in an external way, which is very human can understand!" Lingyun said, swinging his sleeves and rushing towards the gray frenzy.

"How can this be!" Shi Zhen was also stunned, and Zhao Niangzi was also stunned.

The sudden battle began, and the sect members who were already at a disadvantage in the inner courtyard were also inexplicably fighting with the stick shadow ring knife in front of them.

"Someone is calculating us!" Sikong Xuan gritted his teeth.

"It may not be that group of monks!" there was bloodshot in Wusheng's eyes.

"Mother Buddha!"

"Buddha Mother!" Feng Bolei Gong looked at Tang Sai'er.

"The explanation is useless, kill, kill, and talk about anything else!" Tang Sai'er's voice was still as crisp as a yellow bird, but the anger in his voice was irrepressible.

"Kill!"

"Brothers, the Buddha Mother has an order, kill!"

"Chaos begins with silt, and the White Lotus blooms in the world!"

"Kill!"

"Can you kill it?!" A stick smashed down with infinite force, silently, just the condensation of strength.

"Kill you!" Sikong Xuan frowned and raised his eyes, a ray of history shot out from his sleeve, Wei Dongfeng held the knife in both hands, and held this powerful stick, the flying knife was inserted into the eye socket of the warrior monk, and the red and white leaked out.

"Amitabha. A loud Buddha horn sounded in his ears: "The old Bodhi Monastery Lingyun, leading the benefactor's tricks." ”

Another cold light shot out, Lingyun probed his hand, and the golden needle flew out upside down, and out of nowhere, a White Lotus Sect disciple fell to the ground in response.

"I have heard for a long time that the first Lingyun master of the Bodhi Academy, the flower finger is the pole of the seal, and it has been perfected. Empty wish... ”

Wusheng was covered in blood and jumped into the air from nowhere, and pounced on Lingyun: "Your secret weapon is still to help others, this bald donkey will be handed over to me!"

A punch fell, and before the punch arrived, it rose first, and rushed straight to the Lingyun Tianling Treasure Cover: "Eat me with a punch!"

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"We have heard a very interesting theory. Xu Ruyi waved his hand and took out a severed blade that flew out of nowhere, threw it on the ground, and said with a slight smile: "The sheep is a very scattered organization, and they usually go on a blind rampage together. But as soon as one sheep moves, the other sheep rush forward without thinking, ignoring the possibility of wolves ahead, or sweeter grass not far away. ”

"Conformity. Nangong Caiyun's voice was still as cold as ever.

"Yes, it's herd. Xu Ruyi smiled and nodded: "If they were all sheep, our family would not want to take care of them, but they are not, they are just a group of wolves in sheep's clothing."

After the thirteen stick monks saved the old story of the Tang King, Li Shimin allowed the Shaolin Temple to raise 500 monks, and there was no change in the successive dynasties. But now look at it, our Dongchang 600 sons have entered the temple, and there are only 500 monks and soldiers in this temple who have risen up to resist? On weekdays, one by one, eating fasting and chanting Buddha, it seems that the next moment is going to turn into a rainbow and leave, but when you pick up a knife, you are three points more ruthless than the thieves in our East Factory. ”

"Overseer, do you want your subordinates to do anything?"

"Not for now. Xu Ruyi glanced at Fang Tianyou, waved his hand and said: "This kind of chaotic war, no matter how high the martial arts are, it is useless, it is still necessary to kill them one by one, it is inefficient." We have only one goal, to find the bull's nose and kill him. ”

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The moon is dark and kills the night, and the wind is high and the sky is on fire.

Tonight's moon is not dark, but bright, but it is still a murderous night.

The wind was not fast tonight, it was gentle, but the fire was still burning.

The billowing smoke is accompanied by the fierce fire, the Tianwang Palace, the Guanyin Palace, the Arhat Palace, and even the Daxiong Treasure Palace, some of the fire is big, some of the fire is small, the monks are busy fighting the fire at the same time, and the burden of manpower is getting heavier and heavier.

The fist wind was whistling, the fingers were heavy, Sikong Xuan was gone, and Wusheng and Lingyun were still fighting fiercely.

The lifeless fist technique is strong and powerful, opening and closing, and Lingyun's body is tossing and turning, without the slightest old age.

Suddenly, Lingyun pointed out, and on the face of the lifeless fist, the two of them snorted, and then each took three steps back, staring at each other.

As the saying goes, the fist has no palm, and the palm has no fingers. Being able to fight with one finger and one punch is equal, which shows that Lingyun's skills are extraordinary.

"The general trend is the Bright Fist, and the master was originally born in the Rotten Ke Temple. Lingyun flew around and looked at Wusheng: "Gu is a person in Shamen, how could he do such a thing of destroying the temple and destroying the Buddha?"

"Hey, hey. Wusheng laughed twice: "The Rotten Ke Temple has long been turned into dust, so what to do with it." But you, an old monk, are still alive and good when you are old, so it is better to let the little monk send you to see the Buddha now!"

lunge forward, his body is like an arrow off the string, and his fist carries wind and thunder, pushing towards Lingyun's heart.

Lingyun's eyes were shining, but he was still indifferent, like a prison and an abyss.

With a "bang", he wanted to catch his fist, and an old Taoist priest climbed over the wall and stepped on the moon: "What a big anger, how can there be a Zen heart of Buddhism." ”

Liuyun flew his sleeves, and struck the heart of the dead with a fluttering palm.

Just before the seven-inch distance was realized, a slightly thin figure came in, purple qi rose up, invisible energy blocked Xuan Cong's palm power, and another sword light pierced the night, glowing with coldness, and pierced into Lingyun's back heart.

"Pedaling" Xuan Cong took three steps back, his eyes solemn.

"Poof!" a mouthful of red blood sprinkled Wusheng's head and face, and the smell of fishy was permeated.

Nangong Caiyun drew his sword, and Lingyun's body fell to the ground.

The power of the fist is down, and an arrow pierces the heart, even Da Luo Jinxian is powerless.

Wusheng looked at the enchanting "woman" in front of her, but she didn't look back, her sword was still pointing at herself, whether she was an enemy or a friend was unknown.

A soft laugh came from behind him: "Daoist Xuan Cong, I only see that others are angry, but I can also do it myself, which immortal are you worshipping?"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. Daoist Xuan Cong made a mockery, looked at Xu Ruyi, and looked at Xu Ruyi with a puzzled look: "I don't know when the White Lotus Sect has produced such a young talent as Your Excellency, forgive the poor and the lonely." ”

"I want to know. Xu Ruyi smiled: "I won't tell you!"

"Chun~" The ink sword groaned softly, the chaotic trajectory, the speed of extreme speed, stabbed at the vital point around Xuan Cong's body.

Xuan Cong's eyes were solemn, he didn't dare to hold it up, his palms flew up and down as if they were slow and fast, and they were randomly staggered like lightning and thunder.

The white clothes are better than blood, but because of this light-like speed, the black shadow is like a ghost, the sword does not stop, and the screaming of the ghost does not stop. Wusheng couldn't see the scene behind it, but at this moment, he already knew the "benefactor" behind it from the voice, and he also recognized the "friend" in front of him.

"Enemy?" a smile tugged at the corners of Wusheng's mouth.

"Yes and no. Nangong Caiyun's hand didn't tremble, and his sword didn't shake, but he just tilted his head: "Go away, you are a variable here." ”

"You told me to leave. Wusheng nodded, did not hesitate, and walked away.

There are still White Lotus disciples and monks fighting fiercely around, but there is one more Fang Tianyou, and at this moment, there is another Nangong Caiyun, with the wind in his fingers and claws, and the sword light is cold, and everyone in front of him has no distinction between friend or foe. Whether it is a warrior monk, a white lotus, or even a few fans of Dongchang mixed in, they are also the targets of their attacks.

Rivers of blood flowed, and countless dead corpses fell to the ground, either to be reborn in bliss, or to hell forever, or, simply to die, without white or black.

"Bang Bang Bang"

"Snort"

"Tear up!"

Mo Jian cut off the sleeve of the robe, and at a tricky angle, the dust on Xuan Cong's waist was also thrown on Xu Ruyi's waist.

The Tiangang Qi Mask offset most of the strength, but the taste was still unpleasant.

The two figures abruptly separated.

"Dao Chief, be careful!" A yellow-robed warrior monk with a knife saw that the poisonous claws that were grabbing his heavenly spirit turned sharply, and he couldn't help but shout, and he pounced on it, trying to block the god of death in front of him.

"Poof!" The five fingers were like a sword, like piercing rotten soil, and Fang Tianyou's hand had a beating heart, beating, and gradually falling silent.

In the open space in front of the Heavenly King's Palace, only Xuan Cong Dao Chang remained, frowning, staring at his eyes, and confronting Xu Ruyi, Fang Tianyou, and Nangong Caiyun.

"Who the hell are you?" Tonight's chaos is really strange, but with the sword and light, where is there time to gather and discuss? Shaolin's defense has done its best, and the rest of the seven triangular factions are also helpless.

Killing all the way here, there was no one else around, and seeing that Wusheng and these three people didn't seem to be on the same road before, Xuan Cong Dao Chang faintly felt that he seemed to have caught some inspiration.

Life and death after that were unpredictable, but he still wanted to figure things out.

"Is it important?" Xu Ruyi pointed and stroked the sword body, feeling the warmth and coldness on it: "You will be seriously injured tonight, and you will die tomorrow, you know so much to do." ”

"You don't want to kill me?" Xuan Cong was stunned.

"It's not that I don't want to kill you, it's just that I can't let you die too easily. Xu Ruyi sneered.

Daoist Xuan Cong's momentum gradually changed, becoming light and light, as if the three people in front of him were just three children, and they were not a threat at all. And he himself is just a fallen leaf in the wind, without cause and effect.

The hands are slowly raised, and while falling, the knees are slightly squatting, and after a fall together, the hands are round, one hand is pressed down, and the other hand is proanced. The yin palm and the yang palm go up and down, and the lunge step forward under the foot.

This is a posture that looks loose and sloppy, and it doesn't seem to be threatening, but Xu Ruyi is like a great enemy, and the corners of his forehead are slightly sweaty.

This is the tail of the bird, it is the starting style of Taijiquan, it is difficult to say how powerful this move is, but it reminds Xu Ruyi of one thing, something that he has been ignoring: Zhang Sanfeng!

The ancestor of the Wudang Kai faction who is on the edge of one side, the unfathomable strength of the Earth Xingxian, the veritable number one in the world, ten thousand enemies, he... is still alive, if he kills his disciples and grandchildren, the consequences...

But now the situation is already difficult to ride a tiger, Wusheng sees that he doesn't care, anyway, no one will believe the words of the right protector of the White Lotus Sect, but the weight of Xuan Cong, the head of Wudang, is different, once he opens his mouth afterwards, then his plan to provoke the three sects and the seven factions and the White Lotus Sect will all be leaked!

Feeling Xu Ruyi's hesitation, Nangong Caiyun and Fang Tianyou turned their inquiring eyes.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

Xu Ruyi gritted his teeth and clenched the gentleman's sword in his hand, and was about to make a move, but he suddenly felt a shock in his heart, and a gaze shot from the roof of the Heavenly King Palace. It seems that someone threw him into the Nine Shadows Sea Eye.

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The chaos in Shaolin has not yet subsided, unlike the confrontation between the two armies, killing through the opponent's battle formation, and capturing the flag is victory. There is no end to the scuffle in the temple unless one side all falls.

Shaolin Temple at the moment reluctantly, there are two pure land, one is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the three monks of the wordless generation sit in the attic left and right, even if someone occasionally breaks into here, without a word, they will be killed on the spot.

The second Pure Land is the Dharma Temple.

The Bodhidharma Hall is located in the deepest part of the temple, it is not big, and there is no grand appearance, at best, it can only be regarded as a small building. But the significance of this small building is still above the Scripture Pavilion.

If a metaphor is needed, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the body, and the Dharma Hall is the soul.

There is no statue in the hall, but there is a robe stacked on Liantai Mountain, which is gray and fluffy, and looks very shabby, but this is a token of Shaolin's inheritance, even if it is the abbot of Shaolin, it is only symbolically draped for an hour when he succeeds to the throne.

The name of this robe is simple, it is called kapok.

Master Lingxin bowed his head in front of this lotus platform and recited unknown scriptures, the beads in his hand were plucked, and he did not listen to the shouts of killing in the distance, he was waiting for someone.

Soon, when the rosary turned to the number one hundred and fourteenth, the man he was waiting for arrived.

"Abbot, you call me?"

The voice behind him, Lingxin closed his mouth, opened his eyes, turned around, and let out a sigh: "The worldly bloodline of Senior Brother Lingchong, the descendant disciple of Lao Wei, the peerless talent that has not been encountered in a hundred years, and the next host of Shaolin." Today, in this Dharma Palace, Lao Qu Lingyun, aside from the identity of the abbot, only wants to ask you as your uncle, can't you let go of the hatred in your heart?"