Yang Feng walked through the corridor and was just about to enter the Buddha hall, when he suddenly heard the sound of a fight nearby, his heart was awe-inspiring, he flew up to the roof, followed the sound, and saw two figures coming and going in the meditation room, fighting inextricably. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Feng clicked on his toes a few times, jumped to the meditation room, kicked open the wooden door with a bang, and saw at a glance that Wuxiang was fighting with a black-clothed masked man.

Yang Feng snorted lightly, his palms condensed, and he used his ecstatic palm.

The six gods are uneasy! People are worried about the sky! Something out of nothing! Drag mud and water! Wander in the empty valley! Unable to do anything! The walking dead! Haunting dreams!

He used eight palms one after another, and suddenly a strong wind in the room suddenly rose, and the tea set jingled and swayed unsteadily, forcing the man in black to leave!

At this time, Wuzhi and Kong, and Lixin hurried to hear the voice, and they could enter the house in just a few breaths, and the man in black was about to become a turtle in the urn. Suddenly, there was a click on the roof, and a large hole was broken, and three black figures fell from the sky, slashing down with their palms.

Yang Feng hurriedly dodged and retreated outside the house, and was about to flash to the side, but the man in black before flew up with his legs and kicked over violently.

Later, the three black-clothed men saw Yang Feng retreating, and they didn't chase him out, their bodies were in the air, and the three of them didn't land, they hugged each other, and their six feet flew towards the back of Wuxiang!

All this happened between the electric sparks, and the three of them just happened to break into the door and saw this scene, and they all shouted loudly, "Watch your back!"

Wuxiang heard the voice, and then suddenly remembered that there were three black-clothed people behind him, and he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and his whole body was half-turned, with one palm facing the black-clothed man who had just started, and the other palm facing the other three!

"Click!"

I only heard a crisp sound, and Wuxiang's right arm was instantly broken and hung down!

Wuzhi's eyes were about to crack, and he roared, and his whole body was full of murderous energy, like angry King Kong, and the tiger and tiger under his feet rushed towards the house!

Yang Feng reacted and hurriedly ran towards the house.

At this time, the shocking protrusion arises!

The two of them glanced at each other, and they all hit Yang Feng's back. Yang Feng's attention was only on the house, where to watch out for the two people behind him, and suddenly a bloody arrow spurted out of his mouth, shooting on the ground, a little crimson, very poignant!

Wuzhi turned his head suddenly, glared at the empty two, and shouted, "What are you doing here!"

He smiled gloomily, "Hand over the Yijin Sutra and leave all your corpses!"

Wuzhi was about to be reprimanded, then he heard a muffled snort, turned his head to look, and saw that Wuxiang's chest was densely covered with palm prints, footprints, his face was pale, and there were black lines at the center of his eyebrows, which had obviously reached the point of running out of oil and drying up!

Wuzhi's long eyebrows flew, and he wept with sorrow, looking up to the sky and sighing, "Senior brother, Senior Brother! I can't imagine that you and I have come from all over the Western Regions, but today we are going to die in a foreign country!

Wuzhi stared at the black-clothed man who came from the bully with red eyes, and then glanced at the two people who rushed into the house, slowly leaned over to Yang Feng's side, and said in a very thin voice, "Yang Shaoxia, I will desperately block them later, you wait for the opportunity to escape!

Yang Feng finally stabilized his injury, and when he heard Wuzhi say this, he coughed a few times under the ups and downs of emotion, spit out a touch of blood, and said, "What are you afraid of, life and death are fate! My surname Yang has been greedy for life and afraid of death! It's a big deal, let's burn the jade with them!"

"If you are still hard-mouthed when you are dying, I advise you to tie your hands and arrest it! ”

"Senior brother, what are you talking about with them, can't the six of us beat them? When the time comes, search them, the Yijin Sutra is not ours?" said proudly.

Wuzhi didn't say anything more, took out a cloth bag from his arms, and stuffed it into Yang Feng's arms. Then I stroked with both hands and supported with both feet, I don't know what kind of kung fu it is!

Seeing that Wuzhi took out a cloth bag, it was estimated that most of it was the Yijin Sutra that everyone on the rivers and lakes dreamed of, and they all showed excitement and approached Yang Feng and the others!

Wuzhi shouted loudly and walked towards the man in black, his feet weighing like a thousand pounds, and stomped on the floor like thunder. Seeing this, the four men in black glanced at each other a few times, one of them said a few words in a deep voice, and the other three no longer hesitated, and each took out two strange tokens, each of which was of different length, seemingly transparent rather than transparent, and there was a faint flame flying inside!

The four men in black instantly entangled with Wuzhi.

Yang Feng no longer hesitated, pulled out the Heavenly Sword, and stabbed at the two of them.

Although Shaolin in the Western Regions is not as good as Shaolin in the Central Plains, the two of them are already first-class masters, even if they are not the best of them, under the joint efforts of the two, Yang Feng is difficult to support alone!

Wuzhi is worthy of being the top master in the martial arts, and he can actually stalemate with the four black-clothed people, and his martial arts are so strong that he doesn't know how many times better than his senior brother Wuxiang!

But seeing the three black-clothed people holding strange tokens sometimes stand up, sometimes bow their heads to the ground, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the back, thousands of changes make people unable to guess, and the principles of martial arts are very different, it is really incredible.

Fortunately, Wuzhi has practiced Shaolin martial arts to the fullest, and he can always turn danger into a disaster every time! I saw Wuzhi's right palm slap the man in black with empty hands, causing him to take two steps back. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Yang Feng holding the Yitian Sword under the hands of the two of them, and knew that the two of them had to die here like this, so they kicked forward with their left foot, and slid backwards with their right foot with their bodies, leaning towards Yang Feng.

The four men in black did not give up and followed closely. Wu Zhihao turned around, used the Shaolin peerless dragon and tiger claws, and turned his ten fingers into claws, respectively, and drew ten long cracks in the plackets of the two black-clothed people, temporarily forcing each other away!

"Yang Shaoxia, let's go, I'll stop them!" Wuzhi approached Yang Feng and said loudly!

Seeing that Yang Feng turned from attack to defense, he hurriedly used the Luohan fist in the Shaolin Temple and hit him in four directions!

Wuzhi has been practicing martial arts for sixty or seventy years, and he knows everything about this sect, and when he saw the empty two people using the Arhat boxing, he actually ignored the four black-clothed people on the right hand, formed a fist with both hands, and dissolved the Arhat boxing that the empty two pounced on, and took the opportunity to blast out two punches at the two, only to shock the empty and heart, and his face flushed, covering his chest and gasping.

At this moment, the two men in black each held tokens and called at Wuzhi, and the other two men in black swam to the front and hit Yang Feng.

Wuzhi took a few moves from the two black-clothed men, grabbed Yang Feng with his right hand, roared violently, threw Yang Feng into the big hole above his head, and shouted: "Find a place to practice the Yijin Sutra first, heal your injuries, and go back to the Central Plains as soon as possible!"

Yang Feng only felt a strong wind in his ears, and in the blink of an eye, he was on the roof, his heart was shocked, his legs hurriedly kicked, turned diagonally, and fell to the side of the big hole in the roof.

At the moment when Wuzhi threw Yang Feng out of the house, his hands were up, and his chest was naturally exposed to the enemy, and the four men in black hurriedly shot towards his chest!

"Poof!"

Rao is unintelligent and has deep internal strength, and he can't still be okay after taking these eight palms without resistance, only to see him spurt out a mouthful of blood with a wow, crumbling!

Seeing this, the four men in black no longer approached, two of them looked at each other, each pulled one of them beside him, and threw it up, and the two men in black interlocked their fingers in the air, spun up, and flew towards the big hole in the roof! The remaining two men in black and the two of them dragged the injured Wuzhi and slowly got closer.