Halfway through Songshan, a middle-aged man stood in the middle of the mountain road. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info dozens of big men with knives on their backs, standing behind him. The man was holding a golden knife in both hands, the back of the knife was nearly half an inch thick, embedded with gold, and the blade was sharp, obviously from a famous family.

The man's body is very stable, the mountain wind blows, he does not move, this is the third and last line of defense at the foot of Song Mountain. The middle-aged man had a resolute expression and stared down the mountain. The dozens of disciples standing behind him were also holding their breath, waiting for the upcoming battle.

A black-robed Taoist priest with a white beard and four young men was slowly walking towards them.

One hundred steps, the man did not move.

Fifty steps, the man still did not move.

There were only ten steps left, and the man suddenly spoke: "Kill!"

Dozens of big men with swords behind him drew their swords forward almost at the same time, killing the old Taoist priest and others. The old Taoist priest was still walking slowly towards the man.

One step, the two big men with knives wailed and fell, Lao Dao just waved his hand lightly, and a bloody mouth appeared on the necks of the two, and the blood flowed like an infusion!

Two steps, this time three people fell.

Three steps, two more people fell.

Four steps, no one fell down again, everyone was retreating, and some people were even trembling with their swords! This old man's martial arts were obviously beyond their comprehension, and no one dared to move forward anymore!

After five steps, the old man stopped and asked the man with the golden knife, "Which one are you?" Like the two groups under the mountain, the old man gave you a chance to leave a last word. ”

The golden knife man still didn't move, standing in place and said coldly: "Golden Dao Gate, Gu Dacheng!"

"Kong Liang, you go!"

Behind the old man, a black-robed young man stepped forward and walked straight towards Gu Dacheng. There was only one step between the two, Gu Dacheng finally moved, the golden knife was raised with his backhand, and he made a move from the bottom to the top, and the blade brought up a piece of sand, which hit Kong Liang's second eye, and the blade slashed at Kong Liang's lower body.

Just when the blade was still about three inches away from Kong Liang, Gu Dacheng's hand stopped, and a snowy sword was inserted into his throat, and the sword was five inches in, and his throat was penetrated. Gu Dacheng only felt that the strength in his body was gradually disappearing, and the steel knife clenched tightly in both hands seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

When there was a bang, the golden knife fell to the ground, Kong Liang drew the sword, and Gu Dacheng fell on his back, leaving this world with regret and surprise. A wail sounded, and after a moment, the old man continued to walk up the mountain with the four young men, leaving only dozens of bloody corpses.

"These are the seven knives of Taihang!" Bai Jintang looked at the dead corpses on the ground and said in surprise: "These seven people are all disciples of the mad monk Drunken Bodhi Lingkong, who opened a Taihang dart game in SD, and they are also second to none in the East Road Dart Club, I didn't expect that they all died here, these dead corpses are probably the people of their dart game!"

Hua Chong looked at these corpses carefully, and couldn't help frowning: "Looking at their expressions when they died, they were all surprised, I guess they probably couldn't imagine that the other party's martial arts would be so high, so they showed such expressions." ”

Han Zhangdao: "I have seen the seven knives of Taihang a few times, and the kung fu under the hands is very hard, plus these subordinates, if it is really An Guangquan who brought four disciples, it is really not simple." ”

Hua Chong sighed: "This is just the first ambush, there should be more behind, let's hurry up the mountain and take a look." ”

Shaolin Temple, outside the mountain gate, a spacious open space, hundreds of warriors with swords and swords.

The vacant land was sorted out by the Shaolin monks in two days, for today's battle. The hundreds of people in the open space were disciples of Shaolin and its derivative sects, and at the head of the line were two fat monks. The first sixty-year-old monk with purple skin, too tall and ten girths around his waist is the first master of Shaolin, the copper-headed iron-armed Saidamo Ouyang Zhonghui. Under him is a red-faced monk, who is nearly a zhang tall, although he is much thinner than Ouyang Zhonghui, but at least he is a big man of more than 200 catties.

On the opposite side of them, the white-haired and black-robed old Taoist with his four disciples was still unhurried, and slowly walked towards Ouyang Zhonghui without any fear. The distance between the two sides was about thirty paces, and the old Taoist stopped, and the four disciples also stopped.

"Ouyang Zhonghui, I haven't seen you for many years. ”

Master Zhong Hui clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, An Dao has been separated for 20 years, and the old man thought that the Taoist had already ascended, but he didn't expect that he was still in the world." ”

The black-robed old Taoist looked up to the sky and laughed: "You all look forward to my death, I An Guangquan is not so easy to die! I am called the Dao of Heaven and Earth! I am the master of everything except heaven and earth! You are just ants! You still want me to die? I am coming back to the rivers and lakes this time, just to let you people know that I have never forgotten the hatred of the past all these years!"

Master Zhong Hui still folded his hands and said: "Amitabha, you have fallen into the devil's path in the past, but I didn't expect that after so many years, you still don't want to repent, and you dare to say such nonsense." ”

An Guangquan sneered: "Bald donkey, you don't pretend to be a person in front of me, the sect masters of your five major sects joined forces to beat me back then, I'm afraid that no one in the rivers and lakes will know about this! Liu Taixuan's old dog didn't dare to see me, so you saved chicken feathers and dusters, beckoned these rabble, and gave your life in vain, and what kind of sin did you say, you yourself have already committed a great crime! Old man, I have been counting just now, from the foot of Songshan Mountain to this point, 732 people have died! These people have all died because of you! Originally, what I wanted was your dog's life, but you sent these disciples and grandchildren of yours to be meat shields for you, let me tell you, it is these hundreds of beasts behind you who will shoot together, and I am not afraid!"

Ouyang Zhonghui's expression changed, and there was a hint of shame in his eyes, An Guangquan was born out of nowhere, his martial arts were extremely evil, unfathomable, in Bixia Palace, the world's first master Yu He fought with him for more than 300 times, and finally lost a move. According to the agreement, the name of the martial saint should belong to An Guangquan, and Pudu, Kunlun Monk, Ouyang Zhonghui, and Liu Taixuan were only present to testify at that time. But he didn't expect that after the battle with Yu He, he would have to single-handedly challenge Pudu and win the position of the chief of the eighty-one gates!

Pudu felt that Yu He had greatly reduced his strength, and wanted to take advantage of it, kill An Guangquan, and put the name of the Martial Saint on his head. However, he didn't expect that after the two of them fought against each other, An Guangquan, who fought hard against Yu He, had no power to fight back! Yu He and the others on the side were all martial arts masters, and they all found that after this battle, An Guangquan's martial arts cultivation was actually improved compared to just now, what kind of martial arts wizard is this!

If he returns victorious today, from today onwards, as long as An Guangquan lives, the five major sects will live in his shadow, and no one will be able to raise their heads. So, these five top masters in the world, in this confined environment, coincidentally thought of an idea, the five of them joined forces to kill An Guangquan!

After that battle, because of the problem of face, several people claimed that Yu He defeated An Guangquan, and the other four sect masters can testify to it. But no one thought that twenty years later, An Guangquan, who was slapped in the heart by Yu He, was still alive! Several of them saw An Guangquan buried at sea with their own eyes!

Today, An Guangquan told the truth of the year in front of hundreds of Shaolin disciples, and Ouyang Zhonghui's heart was already panicked. After all, he is an enlightened monk, and his cultivation is profound, and he has been concentrating on cultivation for so many years, which can be regarded as atonement for his sins. The fact that the secret that had been buried in his heart for more than 20 years was told was a great shock to his mind.

The red-faced monk holding the wine gourd beside him saw Ouyang Zhonghui's strange appearance, and without waiting for him to speak, he stepped forward and shouted drunkenly at An Guangquan: "Old bull nose, old man is so special! How can my senior brother be as good as you say? The five sect masters have joined forces to deal with you? You don't look at your face? Do you have that kind of creation? Do you have that kind of kung fu? You want to say that the five major sect masters are not your opponents alone, why don't you go to Yu He? Why don't you go to Pudu? Why don't you dare!"

As he spoke, he turned back to the crowd and said, "We all came spontaneously, who received my senior brother's call for help? Who received the invitation from Shaolin? I ran from Putian to Songshan, I just ran for my senior brother! Wait for him to deliver the letter? The daylilies are cold! Isn't it!"

The crowd followed:

"Yes!"

"That's right!"

"We all came on our own!"

"Shaolin people, how can you wait for the evil demons to invade!"

The red-faced monk turned around and took a big wine gourd, poured a few large sips of wine, smashed his mouth, and said: "See, this is called public opinion! You really know a fart! How powerful you are, how powerful you are, how can you only have four apprentices? Our five major sects are all waste, not to mention that our Shaolin Sect has people all over the world, and it is the Lotus Sect with the fewest disciples, and there are hundreds of people! Why are you just four apprentices? No one is waiting to see you! Maybe where did you pick up such four wild seeds, and what kind of big-tailed wolf are you running around?"

The monk scolded a good street, and An Guangquan, who was angry, trembled, and pointed at the monk and said, "Bald donkey, aren't you a mad monk drunk Bodhi volley?"

The red-faced monk nodded: "That's right, your Buddha is the volley!" The hall master of the Southern Shaolin Dharma Hall, the people in the rivers and lakes call the crazy monk Drunken Bodhi!"

An Guangquan snorted coldly: "Okay, drunk monk, I'll make you sharp-tongued!"

"What, do you want to compare with your Buddha?"

"You don't deserve it! Kong Liang, you go and cut his tongue for me!"

Kong Liang stepped forward and was about to make a move, when An Guangquan and the others suddenly had a humane behind him: "Wait, how about comparing with me first?"

An Guangquan turned around and said, "Who is coming?"

"I am the martial saint of the Bixia Palace in the East China Sea, Hua Chong is also!"