Seeing Emei's retreat, the rest of the sects were all shocked. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info has lacked the Wudang faction and the Huashan faction, if you lose the great help of Emei, the remaining major schools, only Shaolin has the top masters. But with Shaolin's own strength, let alone exterminating the Ming Sect, even the masters who resist the Ming Sect are not enough.

Master Kongwen, a senior Shaolin monk, shouted: "Amitabha, Shitai, even if Gu Daoren fails, there is no need to retreat." As long as we work together to break through the first line of defense, it is only a matter of time. Now it is time to take into account the big picture, and personal prestige is a small matter. ”

Extermination's face was embarrassed, and there was nowhere to vent the anger in his heart, but in the face of the Shaolin Master of Empty News, Extermination did not dare to slack off, so he could only say: "I'm sorry Master, although Extermination is the deputy head, but now that Elder Taishang has spoken, even the poor nun can only obey the order." "She never wanted to quit the army, but Gu Daoren's reputation is too high, and the real leader of Emei is not herself, but Gu Daoren.

When the disciples of the sect saw Emei withdraw from the battlefield, their morale suddenly plummeted. The Kunlun faction of the Kongtong faction was blocked by many masters of the Heavenly Eagle Sect, and several sword factions of the Hengshan faction were resisted by Zhuo Bufan and other masters leading the Five Elements Banner to hold the flag, and now they are in danger. After all, except for the Huashan faction, the other four factions of the Wuyue Sword Sect are just second-rate sword factions in the rivers and lakes, how can they be the opponents of Zhuo Bufan and others. As for Shaolin, although there are many masters, in the face of Murong Xisheng and the white-eyed eagle king Yin Tianzheng, they have an advantage, but with the assistance of thousands of Ming Sect members, the two sides are also on par.

Han Fei waited until Emei retreated, with a wave of his long sword, his figure moved, and he instantly appeared among the many masters of Shaolin. The sword in his hand fell, blood splashed everywhere, and the smell of blood in the air was even more crazy. The falling blood flowers are bleak and gorgeous, like the sunset in the west, blooming with the last light.

"Presumptuous!" The Shaolin master saw Han Fei rushing into the Shaolin formation, rampant, like a bamboo, no one was his opponent, and in the blink of an eye, several masters died under Han Fei's sword. It can be said that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and several empty words, emptiness, emptiness, and three empty character generation monks joined forces to attack.

The three of them are in the shape of a product, knowing that the other party's martial arts are strong, and they are famous as soon as they make a move, and the famous "dragon claw hand" in South Shaolin shoots out, like a hidden dragon out of the abyss, and the sound of the dragon's chant resounded in the sky.

The claw power roars by, fierce and fierce, can cut gold and jade, and sharpen iron like mud. But in Han Fei's eyes, Qiao Feng's "Dragon Capture Gong" is really trivial and cannot be compared.

But seeing Han Fei smiling slightly, he didn't move at all, and when the palms of the three of them slapped Han Fei's body, they felt that the internal force of the Buddhist family came from the palms, and it was the internal force of "Dragon Claw Hand", the three of them all felt like this, and they were shocked, and exclaimed: "How can Gu Gongzi know Shaolin's "Dragon Claw Hand", no! No, this is the Mingjiao Town Sect's mental method "Qiankun Great Shift"?" The three finally thought of a possibility.

Han Fei said with a smile: "It is my Ming Sect's supreme mental method "The Great Shift of Qiankun", and I am not able to practice to the third level, which makes you laugh." ”

As soon as the words fell, Han Fei twisted his body, transferred the internal strength of the three of them, and with a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his hand had already stabbed out, and the turquoise sword gushed out, like a dragon going out to sea, like a breeze blowing on his face, the momentum was huge but contained feminine internal strength. The sudden sword light, as fast as a meteor, saw a cold light in the air, stabbing the three of them.

The cold wind was silent, but at this moment it was cold to the bone, and the tip of the sword that shook like a small snake made the three of them thrilled, and cold sweat broke out. Between the lightning and the fire, the three of them showed the world the extraordinary martial arts of the three of them. There was a little cold light in the air, the sword shadow was heavy, and the three of them shouted, and suddenly their bodies were like Hong Zhong, King Kong glass. The tip of the sword stabbed into the three of them, and only the sound of "ding" was heard.

The three of them were unscathed under Han Fei's sword, and Han Fei said: "This is the Shaolin Town Sect's peerless "Golden Bell Jar"? "Of course, it's not that Han Fei's swordsmanship is inferior to Shaolin's "Golden Bell Jar", but just now, the sword has been transformed into thousands of people, and its power has dropped several times, so naturally it can't break through the defense of the three people.

"Come again!" "If one blow doesn't work, then another sword." Han Fei didn't hesitate at all, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, Han Fei's long sword had already shot, this time there were not too many fancy, there were no complicated and changeable sword moves, it was simple, incomparably simple. The long sword stabbed straight at the Master of Kongwen, and the speed was far above the sword just now.

People have three precepts: greed, hatred, and ignorance, but people also have wisdom and wisdom, no dust and no dirt, and can cut off the three thousand troubles in the world. In the eyes of the three of them, Han Fei's sword is no longer a swordsmanship, but a Buddhist Zen principle, a wisdom sword Zen, born from the heart, as if to cut off all the sorrows of time.

The three of them were stunned, they didn't expect that the other party was actually proficient in Buddhist scriptures, and they also integrated it into swordsmanship. At the same time, the three of them were furious, and in the face of the three of them Shaolin monks, they dared to use Buddhist martial arts, what an insult and what disdain.

"Amitabha, the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, King Kong looked angry, and watched my Buddhism subjugate demons. ”

"Dragonclaw Hand"

"Mighty Fingers"

"Prajna Palm"

Claw skills, fingering, and palm skills all came out, and suddenly there was a loud roar, the ground shook, the dust and smoke flew, and the wind was raging. The sound of the wind whistling, the tearing sound of the finger breaking through the air, and the long roar of the dragon, the sound entered the ears and resounded in the sky.

The three of them have the same mind, cooperate skillfully, take care of each other from the beginning to the end, and as soon as they make a move, they will point directly at Han Feitanzhong's acupoint, Fengchi acupoint, and Shenzang acupoint. Han Fei didn't dare to slack off, now his "Great Shift of Qiankun" has not yet been completed, and he can't completely move the strength of the three of them, and he can't learn the enemy's moves at a glance like Zhang Wuji in the original book.

Of course, although Han Fei couldn't do Zhang Wuji's this, it was not a problem to find flaws in enemy planes. The three of them cooperate exquisitely, but it is not Shaolin's Sandu, and this formation is not Shaolin's top formation, the Vajra Demon Circle. But seeing Han Fei's footwork stepping on the gossip footwork, shifting his shape, and stabbing out with a sword, the shaking tip of the sword happened to appear in the place where the strength of the three people was sluggish, and Han Fei's move came naturally.

Hearing that the three of them changed color, the cooperation of the three of them, even the master of Shaolin's Fang Zheng couldn't see the flaw, but the other party could find it at a glance, such eyesight made the three of them sweat coldly and feel cold.

Just when the three of them were in a trance, Han Fei's long sword had already roared past, and the three of them only felt a cold wind blowing on their faces, and they said in their hearts that they would definitely die. It was only half a ring, but I didn't feel a trace of pain, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a crack on the monk's robe. Seeing Han Fei smiling again, the three of them looked ashamed and sighed.

Master Kongwen said: "Master Gu is kind-hearted, and the poor monks admire him. ”

Han Fei said bluntly: "Although I don't like the rhetoric of Buddhism, I have great respect for the monks who have attained the Tao, such as the master of Shaolin. Although there are people who commit adultery and criminals in my Ming Sect, they have resisted external insults for many years and have not concealed their flaws. You are deeply influenced by the Buddhist scriptures, and you shouldn't be greedy and angry, so why should the three of you exterminate the Ming Sect?"

The three of them looked ashamed, and when they talked about Master Miaodi, the three of them remembered that the other party was still a benefactor of Shaolin. Master Miao Di and Wudang's foolish tea ceremony chief broke through at the same time two months ago, shocking the world. And Miao Di's prestige in Shaolin has also been greatly enhanced, if he knew that the other party was the new leader of the Ming Sect, I am afraid that he would not agree to come to besiege Guangming Ding.

Master Kongwen said: "Amitabha, what the donor said is very true, Mingjiao has a donor to lead, if you can get rid of evil and promote good, and do chivalrous righteousness, it is also the blessing of martial arts and the blessing of the common people." The three of us will discuss withdrawing from the army with the abbot of Fang Zheng. ”

"Thank you three. "Although Han Fei doesn't like Shaolin, it is not advisable to settle the dispute, Han Fei's purpose is not to dominate the rivers and lakes, but the whole world. The real enemy is the Ming royal family, not the forces of the rivers and lakes. Of course, if Shaolin still doesn't know what to do, Han Fei doesn't mind destroying Southern Shaolin. After all, the strength of Southern Shaolin is far worse than that of Northern Shaolin.

At this moment, on the other battlefield, Fang Zheng was once again repelled by Murong Xisheng, and his face was slightly ugly. Although he had known that there was a woman by the side of the Sword Immortal who was strong in martial arts, no one had ever seen her true strength. Now that it has exploded, it is earth-shattering, and in Fang Zheng's eyes, Murong Xisheng at this moment is no longer under Sword Immortal and others. Thinking of the talents in the rivers and lakes, and Shaolin has no flowers except for a wonderful monk, there is almost no one who can compete with the heroes, Fang Zheng sighed.

Fang Zheng wanted to strike again, but was stopped by Kong Wen and others, and when he heard that the three of them wanted to persuade him to withdraw from the army, Fang Zheng just wanted to refute, but suddenly heard a long howl.

"Mingjiao Yang Xiao is coming!" Yang Xiao descended from the sky and stepped into the air.

After a long howl, there were several more whistles, and the Qingyi Bat King Wei Yixiao of the Mingjiao and the five scattered people arrived one after another, and the faces of the seven people were still slightly pale, obviously the injuries had not healed yet, but they were worried about the survival of the Mingjiao, and they barely suppressed the injuries and rushed over.

The arrival of the seven people instantly boosted the morale of the Mingjiao sect, and the morale of the enemy was low, Fang Zheng saw this, silent, and already understood in his heart that the general trend had gone, and Shaolin could only return in vain.

As the seven people landed and joined the battle, the two sides stopped shooting, retreated more than ten feet, and confronted each other.

Han Fei stepped forward and said: "Everyone, when is the time for retribution, the victory and defeat have been divided today, please withdraw your troops." ”

"Hmph, the Mingjiao and my Kongtong faction swear to be incompatible, and my Kongtong faction's supreme mastery of the heart method "Seven Wounds Fist Spectrum" is still in the hands of your Mingjiao Xie Xun, causing the world's heroes to laugh, do you say that this hatred can not be avenged?" said Tang Wenliang, the elder of the Kongtong faction.

Not to be outdone, Mr. Tieqin of the Kunlun faction, He Taichong, stepped forward and said: "My mentor Bai Luzi once died at the hands of the masters of the Ming Sect, and this revenge is not avenged, and he is the head of the Kunlun faction in vain. ”

Shaolin was silent, Huashan of the Wuyue Sword Sect had already retreated, and although the remaining Siyue Sword Sect was unwilling, his family knew his own affairs, unlike the Kunlun Kongtong faction, which was strong, so he could only remain silent.

Han Fei said: "The death of Bai Luzi, the previous head of the Kunlun faction, is the death of a duel with my Mingjiao master, this is a common thing in the rivers and lakes, if the head of the sect will remember this grudge on the Mingjiao." Benjiao took it. As for the Kongtong faction, it was the fault of the golden lion king back then, and now that Xie Xun is not there, if several elders of the Kongtong faction want to take revenge, the sect leader will also take it. ”

"You!" The two heads of Kongtong and Kunlun faction were furious when they heard this, but without the help of other sects, with the strength of the two factions, how could they be the opponents of the Ming Sect?

"You can take one of them together!"

Suddenly, a voice came, and its sound pierced through the clouds and cracked the stones, and the sound resounded to stop the clouds, like a thunderbolt roaring down.

Before the words fell, an old man in a gray robe suddenly came, standing tall and majestic, as majestic as a mountain.