Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 23
The masked man in black sprayed three mouthfuls of blood with "Wow...Wow...Wow" and suffered serious internal injuries, but the machete didn't stop there.

The yellow-haired old man's face changed suddenly, he suddenly shouted, and swiped his claws together, releasing a strong suction force, but it was directed outward.Seven big men in black flew out involuntarily, acting as a shield, the blade of the machete ruthlessly tore the seven of them apart, and sprinkled a rain of blood.Seeing this, the sword god said angrily: "Despicable, shameless."

The old man with yellow hair sneered, his complexion changed suddenly, it turned out that the sword god opened his mouth and sprayed out a bloody arrow, the old man with yellow hair couldn't dodge it in time, and was hit on the left chest.The sword god shouted again, swung the machete in the air, the body of the yellow-haired old man shook, and then shook again, after eight shocks, the old man with yellow hair fell to the ground with a pale complexion.

With a hoarse voice, he said, "Hey...hey...it really is...it's Qingcheng's knife, I...I'm not your opponent."

Sit cross-legged, exercise your energy and adjust your breath.

The God of Swordsman strikes out, and all his internal energy is exhausted. Where is his man standing, the machete in his hand is flying obliquely, and the machete is shining brightly, like a god, who can catch the God of Swords "Sword of Allure"?
If Dugu Dongtian is alive, I wonder if he can take over?This has become something that no one can do, because Dugu Dongtian has already left the world.

The knife god Qingcheng struck out with a single blow, causing serious internal injuries to the masked man in black, and the old man with yellow hair was also seriously injured. The eight big men in black disappeared completely.Who can make this knife except the sword god?The sword god is worthy of being the sword god, the sword god is the sword god, the sword technique is not like a god, how can it be called the sword god, the old man who knows everything about martial arts can be said to be the real sword god, the sword he judged God did not disappoint him.

The sword god emptied his internal energy with a single stroke, the machete still flowed with light, and the sword energy was overflowing. Who knew that his people had no strength at all, and any child could kill him with a knife.

On the other side, dozens of big men have fallen, fifteen or six, plus the eight who were torn to pieces by the sword god, and now there are only more than 20 people left. There were bloodstains on it.In the bloodstain, there are not only his own, but also more of the enemy's.

The monk, who is easy to shovel, was unguarded. In fact, he was unguarded. His feet were already bumping, and he was slashed on the back by a big man in black. His men turned around and looked coldly. Looking at the man coldly, he swiped the heavy shovel in his hand and cut him in two. The monk hissed and roared: "Shaolin disciples have never been afraid of death, master, the disciple has gone..."

Turning around and shoveling one person to death, several long swords sank into his chest and behind him, his eyes were wide open, and he stared coldly at a big man in black in front of him, dying heroically.

"No..." Fang Jianming cried when he saw it.

"Brother...here we come...master...this disciple has been in Shaolin for decades, and has never lost face with Shaolin."

The remaining four monks each killed one person and died after being pierced by several long swords.

Seeing him, Qing Cheng smiled miserably, and said to Yingting young man: "Junior Brother, although I don't know your Dharma name, as a Shaolin disciple, no one is greedy for life and afraid of death. You are still young, and you still have a way to go." Let's go, I will defend the younger brother, and the younger brother will escape with Ming'er."

Saying that, looking back at the more than 20 people around him, his whole body was shaken, his fat body swelled up, and then he lost weight quickly, Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand hit with all his strength, it was the most powerful move of Dragon Claw Hand " Dragon Flying Dance", Fang Jianming saw it, yelled and rushed over desperately.That handsome young man still had a layer of indifference on his face, suddenly he moved his body, rushed in front of Qing Cheng, Shaolin Damo pointed out, and rushed into the oncoming black-clothed men like a group of tigers and wolves.

The Yingting young man turned his head and smiled, and he actually smiled, saying: "I'm going to die... Junior brother, come, senior brother... You... You still have tomorrow."

The ten fingers raised, and the strength of the ten fingers came out, as fast as lightning, shot through ten people's bodies, and half of them fell down. Passing through, blood ran wildly.

"Kill you boy"

"Brother, I avenged you."

The remaining big men in black stepped over the body of the handsome young man and rushed towards Qing Cheng.

Qing Cheng laughed loudly and said: "Ming'er, Master is dead, you have to live well." At this time, his body had become extremely thin, Shaolin Dragon Claws swung out and knocked down five big men in black, Seeing that the three long swords were about to pass through his body.

Fang Jianming was on the way to rush forward, he was startled when he saw this, his eyes turned into layers of black light, he couldn't help but use his full strength to practice the "Great Sleeping Art" that he had practiced in his sleep and had a small success.His small body seemed to have exceeded the limit of lightness kung fu, and when he said it, Fang Jianming saw that his master was going to be pierced by a sharp sword, so he didn't care whether to kill or not.

Fang Jianming waved his hands, and Shaolin Dragon Claws used the first move "Dragon Chuhai". This move has been taught to him hundreds of times by his master. Although he is smart, Qing Cheng always said that his posture was wrong and asked him to Practiced countless times.Now he strikes with anger, although his posture is awkward, but he has an inexplicable aura, which seems to be even more domineering than Qingcheng's.If the dragon is not domineering, how can it be the king of all beasts.

"Papapa..." There were more than 20 sounds, and more than 20 people who flew towards them were sent flying out by Fang Jianming's pair of small fleshy palms. They fell two feet away and couldn't get up for a long time.Who would have thought that Fang Jianming had such great strength that he could blow more than 20 people, each weighing [-] jin, into the air at once?Even Qing Cheng, who knew him best, was stunned, and murmured to himself: "Hehe...so you kid is secretly practicing, why didn't you let the teacher know."

Fang Jianming knocked the big men away, threw himself into Qing Cheng's arms, and cried out, "Master...you...will not let you tomorrow..." Qing Cheng smiled sadly, and said: "Look, our Shaolin Temple disciples have Are you afraid of death, you are strict, the five masters of Qingming died so heroically, that is, Junior Brother Ayi who has been with us for less than a month, he died for me, you must remember in the future, we Shaolin disciples There has never been a person who is afraid of death, and whoever is afraid of death is not a Shaolin disciple.

As a teacher, I don’t know if you will be our Shaolin disciple in the future, but you grew up in Shaolin, and as a teacher, you have been regarded as a Shaolin disciple. You must remember the six Shaolin ancestors who died today, they will not die in vain ...Minger... I saw you today as a teacher, and I know that there is hope for Shaolin, and you are secretly practicing, how can I be a teacher..."

Qing Cheng tilted his head, his body went limp, and he passed out.Fang Jianming thought his master was dead, crying and shaking Qing Cheng's body, he suddenly felt that Qing Cheng's heart was still beating in his chest, and he was overjoyed. He has studied a lot and knows how to channel internal energy to others, so he immediately supported Qing Cheng , pressing his palm on Qingcheng's acupoints, and exhaled his true energy, pouring into Qingcheng's body.

Qingcheng opened his eyes, woke up and turned around, knowing that if he didn't adjust his breathing to heal his wounds, his old life would really be lost.

Wuming was fighting thrillingly with eight masked men in black. Those eight wanted to exhaust him to death, but Wuming wanted to hold them back.After playing for an unknown amount of time, Wuming gradually felt that his true energy was a little floating. Just now, he used the Vajra Finger to write outside the Canglong Valley. His internal strength was already severely damaged. After the hole was broken, he fought with the eight masters for so long. He is not an iron man. Of course, at this moment, you will feel that your true energy is floating, and you will feel a little helpless.

Suddenly seeing the sword god "Qingcheng Yidao" strike out, showing great power, killing and injuring dozens of enemies, even the most powerful old man with yellow hair was seriously injured, he was overjoyed, but he didn't know that the five Shaolin monks and that A handsome young man named "A Yi" (actually a bald monk) died after killing an enemy. Wuming loved and cherished that A Yi very much. As a key training master, he would lose his soul within a month after leaving Shaolin.How could he explain generously to the master nephew after he returned.

The anger in Wuming's heart covered layer after layer, and when it reached the extreme, it suddenly became quite gentle, and Wuming's face also became quiet, with an old face cold, a pair of white eyebrows trembling slightly, and suddenly let out a long cry, saying: " Shaolin Qijue has not appeared in Jianghu for decades, are you bullying Shaolin no one? I am desperate today to let you know that Shaolin Kungfu is powerful."

After Wuming finished speaking, he brandished his saber to force the three of them back, and leaped over ten feet away. The fake Tianchan Dao was held high above his head, and the sound of dragons singing and tigers whistling on the body of Tian Chan Dao kept coming. Waking up with a start, he groaned with a knife, wanting to compete with the fake Tianchan knife.

Wuming's pair of white eyebrows drooped, his eyes were slightly closed, and the only three-style saber technique that he had seen in the Tianchan Dao Remnant Leak Manual left in Shaolin Temple appeared in his heart. The first of the three-style saber techniques is called "Cicada ", the second form is called "Cicada Dance", and the third form is called "Cicada Silence". The Shaolin eminent monk who wrote the book warned future generations that these three forms should be used in conjunction with the Tianchan Saber, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

Wuming still cares a lot at this time, at worst, he will die.The trend line of the three styles appeared in his mind, and with a wave of the fake Tian Chandao, his men flew up, rushed ten feet high, and rushed down to the eight people.The eight people looked up and wanted to avoid it, but suddenly they seemed to be stuck on the acupoints and couldn't move. The eight people were shocked in their hearts. Isn't this waiting for death? Hit upward with all your strength.

Time seemed to freeze, the nameless body was fixed in the air, the False Heavenly Cicada Saber was flying downwards, the palm force of eight people and eight palms poured towards the blade continuously, one person yelled and flew out, and then another person , and another person... until the sixth person flew out, Wuming turned over and fell several feet away, smiling and motionless, with a pair of white eyebrows drooping slightly, his eyes staring into the distance without blinking, There seemed to be some magical power somewhere that attracted his attention.Wuming just looked there, like a nostalgic wanderer seeing the mountains and rivers of his hometown, he didn't want to let go of every plant and tree, he had to keep them in his heart so as to calm the excitement in his heart.

(End of this chapter)