A hundred years ago, because of the lack of sword demon Yue, Shaolin closed the mountain for decades, and the most secret room in the Tibetan scripture building still has a portrait of that person, and the three of them have seen that portrait, and they also know the description of that person from the mouth of the previous generation of monks, so the appearance of the sword demon Yue is very profound. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

More than a hundred years have passed, and the person has disappeared without a trace in the rivers and lakes, and after Shaolin reopened the mountain, some people paid attention to this name again, and even the abbots of later generations no longer entered the secret room.

How could I have thought that a hundred years later, this name would reappear, and even the appearance was almost identical.

"He's not the person he was back then!" the white-faced old monk saw that the sword that Yue Que was holding in front of him was not the strangely shaped weapon described in the painting, so he reminded him.

"'The string moon is missing, and the full moon is the edge!', this sword is not the 'moon edge' that never leaves his hand!" said the white-faced old monk, pointing to the Yitian Sword in Yue Que's hand.

"The Yueyuan Sword is not in his hands, senior brother, let's take down this person first. Seeing that the yellow-faced old monk did not speak, the black-faced old monk proposed.

Without waiting for the three old monks to make a move, Yue Que moved his sword and rushed towards the nearest crossing.

Du Er floated back unhurriedly, and the black rope chains in the hands of the two old monks behind him turned into two straight blades, like spears and rods, and stabbed at each other.

Seeing the two black ropes will be rolled up, Yue Que holds the sword left and right, one roll and one entanglement, with the strength of the two, the two black ropes have been rolled together, this sword momentum, but Zhang Sanfeng passed on the Wudang School Taiji swordsmanship and the two Yi swordsmanship fusion, the strength into a round, the two black ropes on the internal strength was immediately pulled into a ball.

"Wuji Sword Technique?!! The two old monks saw the sword technique used by Yue Que, and they snorted, only to feel that the black rope in their hands was entangled with each other by his internal strength, and with a shake of their backhand, the two ropes were separated. The two of them immediately moved around Yue Que's back, and the three of them formed an encirclement and surrounded Yue Que in it.

"No self, no one, no beings, no longevity, King Kong subduing demons, bah!" The three old monks shouted together, and the black rope chain in their hands turned into a black shadow like a black poisonous snake, whistling out, and the strong wind on the rope chain rubbed against the surrounding air to make a sonic boom.

Yue Que swung his sword with his right hand to remove the two black ropes that attacked from behind, and at this time, the black ropes in front of him had already reached his chest. The black rope was like a spear, like a rod, stabbing straight in, Yue Que grabbed the black rope with his left hand, and was about to throw it away, when he suddenly felt that this long rope shook, and an internal force surged like a mountain and a sea.

If others are in this strength, I am afraid that they will be broken on the spot, and their limbs will be broken.

Yue Que shouted, and a force passed along the black rope, and the two internal forces collided, and the black rope couldn't bear the majestic strength, and it was broken into several sections.

And Suo Duan was holding it in Du Er's hand, and the strength of the gang was not weakened, and he was shocked to the point of shattering when he crossed Erden. Suo Duan flew out and poked at Du Er's chest, Du E saw that his palms suddenly slapped out, smashing Suo Duan, but Yue Que's fingers also shot out at this time.

Du's body, because of old age and decay, couldn't keep up with the reaction speed of thinking, his chest was instantly pierced by this finger, and the heart in his body was also pierced by Jindao, and the rest of his strength, after penetrating Du'e's body, a stone lion behind it was also crushed.

The two old monks behind the "Senior Brother !!" did not expect that the enemy's skills were so high, and in a few breaths, Senior Brother Du had already lost his life and the opponent.

The two old monks grieved from their hearts, and together they reached out and patted Yue Que's back, and the rope chains that were blocked out also roared and entangled.

Feeling the sound of the wind behind him, Yue Que fell straight to the ground, and when his body was less than an inch away from the ground, he took the two front heels of the ground as the axis, and his body floated diagonally upwards and backwards.

The Heavenly Sword in his hand drew a crescent moon in the air.

Snort!

Hearing the sound of two sharp swords entering the body, the two old monks behind were actually cut off by the Yitian Sword in Yue Que's hand, and the blood water rose to the sky, and Yue Que's body flashed, avoiding the range of blood rain spraying.

"Uncle Shi!!" Kong Wen knelt on the ground despite the bloodstains, looking at the corpses of the three senior uncles and screamed sadly.

"Uncle Shi!" the surrounding Shaolin disciples also knelt down and cried.

"Devil, I'll fight with you!" a kneeling elder suddenly pounced on Yue Que.

Bang!

Before he could pounce on Yue Que's side, he was pierced through his head by Yue Que's fingers and fell to the ground.

"Kill!" several more elders came to kill.

Bang bang bang.....

The sound of corpses falling to the ground sounded one after another, and Yue Que did not leave any living mouth for these Shaolin monks who came to kill, whether they were elders or disciples.

"Don't go, don't go, I told you not to go!!" Kong Wen looked at the Shaolin disciples who were sent to death, and shouted loudly.

The loud drink also woke up these disciples who had lost their minds, and looking at more and more corpses on the ground, they were so frightened that they didn't dare to make a move, and sat on the ground, staring blankly at the tragic scene in front of them.

"Why, why, why is this?" Kong Wen walked up to Yue Que and asked, he couldn't believe that the other party was going to wipe out the entire Shaolin faction because of Cheng Kun's matter.

"I want to see the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion. Looking at the monk in front of him with a sad and angry face, Yue Que said lightly.

"No way!" said Kuwen without thinking.

"That's okay, kill all of you Shaolin, I'll watch it the same. A smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and Yue Que said coldly.

"You... I don't believe that you can kill all the disciples of my sect in a short time, since you want to destroy my Shaolin, even if I burn it, I will not let you succeed. Kongwen shouted sharply.

"As long as you dare to burn, I will kill all the lay disciples of Shaolin for you, not only them, but also their relatives and other related people. On the rivers and lakes, as long as you know Shaolin martial arts, I will kill them all, and ensure that no one is left, and I will let Shaolin be removed from now on and break the inheritance. The bloody words came out of Yue Que's cold mouth, making all the Shaolin disciples around him shudder.

It's definitely a demon!

Kong Wen sat paralyzed on the ground, only feeling that Shaolin was about to be removed from his hands, and he was about to become Shaolin's eternal sinner.

"Yue... Mountain... Sect Leader Yue! There is a word... Came. A Wudang disciple stood tremblingly in front of the mountain gate, and did not dare to come in when he saw the situation inside.

"Say it. Yue Que glanced at the disciple and said indifferently.

"Master... Shizu said, Yue... Mountain... Yue Xiaoyou... Yes... Can't see... See... For the sake of the old way with... With Jueyuan... Master's... For the sake of it, put... Let Shaolin go. The Wudang disciple was stunned by Yue Que's eyes, trembling all over his body, and finished Zhang Sanfeng's dictation.

"For Zhang Zhenren's sake, I will let Shaolin go for the time being, but I must watch the Zangjing Pavilion. One month, give me a month to watch, this is my last bottom line, if you don't agree, even if Zhang Zhenren is there in person, I will kill Shaolin to a fine end!" Yue Que pondered for a moment and said to Kongwen.

"Okay, just a month, I hope that under the witness of Zhang Zhenren, you can keep your promise. Seeing Yue Que's eyes full of murderous intent, Kong Wen knew that if he didn't agree, Shaolin Temple would really end this time.

A month does not allow the other party to learn many stunts, which is still sure of nothing. The entire Shaolin has been inherited for thousands of years, except for the patriarch Dharma, only in the early Song Dynasty there was a monk with 23 stunts, and there has never been a second person who has practiced more than 20 skills.

Each stunt is so profound that even if the other party only memorizes it during the month, it is difficult to remember how much.