"The Sun and Moon God Sect, invincible, the leader of the East, Wencheng Wude, thousands of years, dominate the rivers and lakes...... Rush!"

In the sound of the earth-shattering slogan, countless black-clothed sect members rushed towards the Shaolin Mountain Gate with swords and swords. The next moment, he fought with the hundreds of warrior monks guarding the tall stone gate archway.

For a moment, the sounds of fighting, shouting, screaming, and the impact of swords and clubs were noisy and deafening.

The people in the martial arts are strong and light, no weaker than the officers and soldiers, and they need to form a formation to face the enemy when fighting. As the melee began, jumping up and down and moving left and right when making moves, the black-clothed sect members and the gray-clothed warrior monks gradually became entangled on the wide mountain road. However, the warrior monks are all Shaolin disciples, and their martial arts are exquisite, although the number of black-clothed sects is large, their martial arts are uneven, and it is difficult to gain the upper hand.

Seeing this, Tong Baixiong and Qi Cong, who were pressing the formation in the rear, glanced at each other, nodded in unison, Qi Cong waved his hand, and two hundred more sect members poured out from behind. These people had a cold and hard temperament and a sturdy body, and they were more than one step superior to those sect members in front of them, and as soon as they pounced, they quickly stopped the vertical and horizontal sprinting of the warrior monks, and began to kill and injure the warrior monks in large numbers.

Seeing this scene, Tong Baixiong and Qi Cong not only did not have the slightest joy, but their eyes flashed with cold light. Qi Cong also stared at a few of them who were particularly skilled, and the corners of his mouth showed a sneer that had succeeded in calculation. Those are the remnants of those who are loyal to let me go, even if they can fight again, they are doomed to not be able to go down.

After a while, the warrior monks suffered many casualties, and suddenly heard a loud bell ringing in the temple on the mountain, and the warrior monks all avoided their opponents and began to retreat quickly.

Tong Baixiong waved his hand, and several heralds behind him shouted in unison: "The Eastern Sect Master has an order." Rush up Mt. Shomuro. Enter the Shaolin Temple!"

Countless black-clothed sect members heard the order. Immediately chased the monks up the mountain, and the clamor of shouting and fighting gradually approached the thousand-year-old temple full of Zen.

Tong Baixiong and Qi Cong did not immediately go up the mountain, but turned around and came to a luxurious soft sedan chair at the foot of the mountain, and reported: "Sect Master, Shaolin Temple only left more than 100 monks at the mountain gate, it seems that they want to test us, and it is estimated that there will be a fierce battle at the temple gate!"

Dongfang was undefeated and did not get out of the sedan chair, but said slowly: "Then send more masters to suppress the formation." lest those cowards in front of me be defeated and lose the face of our Divine Cult!"

When Qi Cong heard this, he knew in his heart that this was forcing the people in front of him to fight to the death and not retreat, but with a smile on his face, he took a golden weaving flag from the hand of the attendant on the side of the sedan chair and waved it.

Several elders responded to the order, and rushed over from the side with a large number of altar masters, deputy altar masters, incense masters, and deputy incense masters, and went straight to the mountain.

Then, the remaining dozens of altar masters and incense masters led two or three hundred elite sect members to escort the undefeated sedan chair in the east up the mountain.

In a dense forest on the mountain in the distance, Cheng Buxian, Yu Canghai, Lu Bai, and Fei Bin took in the actions of the Demon Sect people one by one.

Yu Canghai recalled the scene of the Demon Sect's attack just now. The corners of his eyes twitched, and he muttered in his mouth: "Wen Cheng Wude." Thousands of years, dominating the rivers and lakes?"

Cheng Buxian patted him on the shoulder and said jokingly: "Wait until you see our Sect Master Yue, you can say the same!"

Yu Canghai's face was furious, "You ......"

Cheng Bu snorted coldly, "What's the matter, you still want to keep it for yourself?...... Hehe, Wencheng Wude? dominate the rivers and lakes?...... Can you afford to look at the Lord?"

Seeing that no one was arguing with each other, and discussing this sensitive topic, Lu Bai and Fei Bin looked at each other for a while, although they were unhappy in their hearts, but then they stopped and said, "Let's go...... Let's go back and report to the leader of the Left Alliance!"

The main hall of the Songshan faction of Shengguan Peak, the left Leng Zen, Yue Buqun one left and one right, the top of the top, and the heads and masters of the rest of the factions meditate under it, all of them closed their eyes and recuperated.

Feeling that the sun was past noon, Zuo Lengchan's lips moved slightly, and he sent a voice to Yue Buqun and said, "It seems that the old monk Fang Zheng will not ask for help from our Wuyue......"

Yue Buqun picked up the teacup to cover it, and also said in the secret: "He knows that we will definitely intervene, and it will be the same whether we ask for help or not...... Even if he begs Wuyue, will your Left Great Alliance Master come on for a while and a half in advance?"

Zuo Lengchan was disdainful: "If you don't also want to come to the scene at the last moment to pick up the bargain, why are you still drinking tea here, at this time Dongfang Undefeated should have gone up to Shaomu Mountain?"

Even if no outsiders heard it, Yue Buqun did not forget to maintain his image of "Wei Guangzheng", "Didn't I obey the strict orders of your Zuo Great Alliance Master and stand still?"

Zuo Lengchan was about to say more, but when he saw Cheng Buxian, Lu Bai, Fei Bin, and Yu Canghai rushing in, all the heads and masters of the hall immediately opened their eyes and listened to the report of the four: "The Demon Sect striker and the Shaolin stick monk had a small battle at the mountain gate, the stick monk took the initiative to retreat, the Demon Sect striker followed and approached the Shaolin Temple, and the East Undefeated also moved up the mountain......

Zuo Lengchan stood up immediately, and said in a loud voice: "The thieves of the Demon Sect are arrogant, dare to invade Shaolin, my Wuyue is the middle stream of the righteous path, and I can't see that I can't save death......!" Everyone, follow me to help Shaolin!"

Shaomu Mountain, the simple and solemn gate of Shaolin Temple has become a Shura field, mercy turned into Xiao killing, noisy shouts and fighting, and the sound of blades slamming into everything.

There were stumps and broken arms everywhere beside the stone steps in front of the door, blood flowing, and the black-clothed cultists ran on bloody corpses and blades every time they charged. If it weren't for the light skills of each of them, I am afraid that they would have slipped and fallen a long time ago.

After all, the martial arts master is extraordinary, and the tall courtyard wall that can block the officers and soldiers is just a matter of jumping over for the master. The only concern of the Demon Sect master is whether there are warrior monks in ambush inside the wall, sneaking up on them when they have just jumped over the courtyard wall!

However, under the strict orders of the sect leader in the rear, a group of masters had to risk breaking through the wall, although they were killed and injured by the sneak attack, but there was also a steady stream of good players who jumped in and opened up the battlefield......

By the time the undefeated sedan chair in the East entered the gate of the temple, the Shaolin warrior monks, under the auspices of many leaders and elders, had formed more than a dozen Arhat formations, large and small, to resist the enemy together, while a large number of lay disciples loyal to Shaolin were fighting with the people of the Demon Sect in the gaps of the formation.

Qi Cong glanced at it, less than 20 of the more than 200 remnants of the more than 200 were alive, and the front was almost wiped out, which showed that the battle situation was tragic. Compared to the battle between Wuyue and the Demon Sect five years ago, it was no worse.

As soon as I saw the undefeated car of the East, it appeared. Fang Zheng hurried to meet the battle—the warrior monks suffered heavy casualties. If the disciples are allowed to fight, Shaolin will be greatly injured, and as soon as the boss of the two sides fights, the battle below will naturally be suspended, which can be regarded as a way to reduce losses.

Dongfang Undefeated didn't care about the sect members under his command, but the old monk felt sorry for the disciples in the temple, and just now he saw the close disciples die in battle, and the old monk was anxious. It's just that considering that the undefeated enemy in the east is behind, the old monk didn't dare to help. Otherwise, it will take too much true qi, and if you lose in the undefeated duel with the East, the thousand-year-old foundation of Shaolin Temple will be ruined!

"Amitabha Buddha ......" was deafening, and the disciples of both sides in the melee unanimously ceased the battle and retreated, leaving a vacant space for the bosses. This is also one of the unspoken rules of martial arts for thousands of years......

Fang Zheng slowly walked into the open space, opened his mouth and began to talk about good and evil, talk about compassion, and bring out the Buddha. Seize the moral high ground......

But how shrewd Dongfang is undefeated, knowing that Buddhism is the best at 'mouth blooming lotus'. Once you start a verbal war, you will be defeated, isn't it just a loss of sharpness?

Therefore, Dongfang was undefeated and did not get out of the sedan chair at all, but only used his true qi to shout: "Fangzheng...... Hand over the Yijin Sutra, the Shaolin monks kneel and surrender, and the sect leader can still open the net, and Rao Er will wait for his life......"

Before Fang Zheng's words came out, he was choked lightly, and his heart was slammed, the other party did not play cards according to common sense at all, but it was not easy to deal with! But he did not move at all, "Oriental Sect Master, the Yijin Sutra is the treasure of Shaolin Town Temple, and it must not be passed on, and the old man cannot obey his fate...... Since ancient times, good and evil have not been separated, and the matter of Shaolin Temple's submission to the Demon Sect is even more important to mention!"

"Really?...... If the sect leader has to get the Yijin Sutra?...... "The East is undefeated and has the Sunflower Treasure Book, but in fact, he doesn't pay much attention to the Yijin Sutra." It's just that he deals with teaching affairs every day in Heimu Cliff, and he is getting more and more bored, and this time he comes to grab the Yijin Sutra is still secondary, and he will find people to fight, and he will do his best to be a master in the world. At the moment, he has taken the sword in his hand and is ready to make a move.

Fang Zheng only felt a burst of murderous opportunity coming towards him, and immediately concentrated on guard, and responded in his mouth: "It's not impossible for the Eastern Sect Master to learn the Yijin Sutra, just put down the butcher's knife, abandon the evil and follow the good, and enter my Buddhism to cultivate in a pure land, so what's the harm of the old man teaching the Yijin Sutra to you?"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding demon sect members immediately became furious and noisy, and for a while, foul words such as "the old monk farted ......" and "the bald donkey is looking for a dead ......" appeared in endlessly.

Dongfang Undefeated snorted coldly, and then the sword roared.

Everyone saw the sedan curtain bulging, a flower in front of them, and a black and red shadow accompanied by a sharp cold light instantly shot to the chest of the old monk Fangzheng.

Fang Zheng had already secretly concentrated his energy, although the speed of Dongfang's undefeated was extremely fast, which made him greatly shocked, but it was not too much to resist. At the moment, the left palm is raised, the side slaps its long sword, and the right palm hits the undefeated waist and abdomen of the East directly.

But how fast and treacherous the Dongfang Undefeated Body moves were, suddenly turning around and changing moves, and the sword went with him, leaving behind a lot of phantoms, and the cold light stabbed Fang's side ribs again.

Fangzheng's figure stood still, but the two-palm moves took advantage of the situation, trembling and trembling, and immediately two palms became four palms, four palms became eight palms, and eight palms became sixteen palms...... The shadow of the palm covers the undefeated East on the plate.

"A thousand hands are like palms...... This is interesting!" Dongfang was undefeated as he spoke, his body was electrified, and his human sword was one, attacking continuously around Fangzheng.

From an outsider's point of view, he saw a vague black and red cloud firmly wrapped around Fangzheng, and occasionally a sharp cold light flickered.

The body of the founder is fluttering and moving, the palm technique is more and more unfolding, the sixteen palms first become thirty-two palms, and then more palm shadows, virtual and real, or offensive or defensive, one palm shadow is scattered, and the other palm shadow is born, and it does not fall behind for a while.

Dongfang's undefeated body is fast, so there is no need to defend, and whenever he encounters an attack, he immediately turns around and easily avoids it, and at the same time, the long sword changes his moves, which is as fast as a frightening and endless.

The two of them have their own ways of playing, and after twenty or thirty moves, the swords have not intersected once. Outsiders can't see it really, they don't know what's going on, they just think that the two are evenly matched, and some fight.

The Demon Sect side is of course relieved, after all, Fang Zheng has been famous for decades, suppressing the rivers and lakes, and no one among them is afraid, this time following the sect leader to attack Shaolin, most of them secretly have doubts about whether the sect leader can defeat Fang Zheng, and finally put their minds at ease at this time.

The Shaolin side is also happy in their hearts, in their minds, Dongfang is undefeated in the end, young in the end, and his skills are not as deep as his own abbot, and if he continues to stalemate for a long time, it must be that Dongfang Undefeated takes the lead in real strength and defeats.

But Fang Zheng in the field knew in his heart that Dongfang's undefeated skills were extremely limited, even if they were not as good as him, and the 'Thousand Hands Rulai Palm' that he spent a lot of True Qi to exert could not touch the edge of Dongfang's Undefeated at all, but Dongfang's undefeated long sword threatened his vital point all the time, and it all relied on the dense palm shadow of the 'Thousand Hands Rulai Palm' to protect his body. In this way, he can't reduce the number of palm shadows, and in the long run, I'm afraid that his true qi will be exhausted first. (To be continued......)

PS: I was not at home in the morning...... Ahem!