When the sword comes out of Emei, I will be the front

Chapter 93 Tooth for tooth, blood for blood
  Unexpectedly, the situation where the masked monk was evenly matched or even had a hidden advantage was broken in an instant, and he couldn't help but feel furious.

But he is a very decisive person, and when he sees something he cannot do, he gives up immediately.

He raised his head and roared fiercely, his body spinning like a top, his fingers like the wind, and he thrust out seventeen or eighty fingers in a row. The Yinhan finger force shot out suddenly and randomly. Zhang Si and Yin Liu were shocked, and they all jumped back to avoid it. Edge.

The monk got the chance and shouted: "I'm sorry, Mr. Er, I will let your junior brother avenge you!"

After saying that, he rushed to the bottom of the cliff and jumped, and there came a father and a mother who were married, and everyone took care of themselves.

The mountain was not very high. Everyone rushed to the edge of the cliff to take a look. They saw the masked monk quickly falling seven or eight feet. He hit the tree under him with a palm. His body froze slightly. He twisted his waist and turned around, hitting him continuously. Seventeen or eight spinners landed gently on another big tree.

He raised his head, looked at everyone with ferocious eyes, pointed and said: "I remember you, poor monk!"

After saying that, he jumped up and disappeared into the vast forest.

Mr. Er saw his companions dying and running away. He couldn't help but panic and screamed: "Anyone who stands in my way will die!" Using enough strength, he waved his palms wildly and tried to force his way out.

Yu Lianzhou sneered, stepped away, drew out his sword with a clatter, and started to fight.

Zhang Songxi, Yin Liheng, and Mo Shenggu all had cold gleams of resentment in their eyes, and they all drew their swords and went into battle, four of them with four swords, fighting against this bare-handed bald man.

Shi Feilong looked at it for a moment, looked confused, and murmured: "How come people from the Quanzhen Sect can use Wudang swordsmanship so well?"

"Shh!"

Shi Feilong turned to look, and Ye Guhong removed his index finger from his lips and whispered: "Chief Shi, don't let this bald man hear it! I don't say secret words in front of Mingren. These four brothers of mine are none other than Wudang Yu Erxia, Zhang Sixia, Yin Liuxia, Mo Qixia!"

Shi Feilong said in surprise: "It turns out to be them! No wonder they are so good at martial arts!"

He looked up and down at Ye Guhong again, frowned and said: "Master Zhang of Wudang only has seven disciples, how can you call them senior brothers?"

Ye Guhong smiled and said: "I am Ye Guhong, a disciple of Emei. This is my senior sister. The brother Hu Daniu who healed you is the worshiper of my Emei sect."

Shi Feilong was even more surprised. He stared and said, "It turns out that he is a master disciple of Miejie Master Tai, so we are not outsiders! Unexpectedly, Shi was lucky enough. When he was at the end of his rope, he was helped by masters from the Wudang and Emei factions!"

Just as he was talking, Mr. Er heard a muffled grunt, and his shoulders and calves were struck by swords.

He refused to sit back and wait for death. He shouted loudly and suddenly struck out with another palm.

Mo Shenggu had studied the outer sect martial arts intensively over the years, and when he saw the two gentlemen struggling in a corner, he became angry, crossed his sword to his left hand, and used the Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm to face the second gentleman head-on.

The two palms met, and there was a muffled sound. Mo Qi felt a strong force coming from him, and he stumbled back involuntarily. He took more than ten steps back before he could stand still.

Finally, he retreated in time, his foundation was solid, and he suffered no internal injuries. On the other hand, the second teacher only suffered a slight sway.

However, although he had the upper hand, it was not a loss. As soon as he knocked Mo Qi back, Yu Er rubbed his body and hit Mr. Er with the same iron palm on his forearm. There was only a click, and Mr. Er was knocked back. The gentleman screamed in agony, his forearm became unnaturally twisted, but his arm bone was broken by Yu Er's palm.

Yin Liu shouted: "Good fight!" He stabbed with a sword, and Mr. Er quickly dodged.

Unexpectedly, the sword was a false move. Yin Liu took advantage of the situation and kicked out hard. With a click, the second gentleman felt severe pain in his calf, and his front bone was shattered by the kick. Zhang Songxi took advantage of the situation and kicked him again, breaking the bones of the second gentleman's right leg. The second gentleman let out a mournful cry and rolled to the ground.

"Brothers, get out of the way!"

Suddenly, they heard Mo Qi roar. Everyone looked and saw that he had picked up the steel staff left by Wulin Bofu and ran over, swung it around and smashed it.

But after hearing Mr. Second scream in agony, within a moment, the shoulder bones, arm bones, hip bones, leg bones, and knees were all smashed to pieces.

There was only the sternum, so Mo Qi probably didn't hit it with the stick because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold it back.

when!
  Mo Qi dropped the steel staff, eyes red, pointed at Mr. Er, whose face was full of tears and snot, and shouted: "You are hurting me..."

Zhang Songxi had quick hands and quick eyes. Before he could say "Third Senior Brother", he pulled him away and shouted: "You have caused our Quanzhen Sect to be completely defeated. I, the Quanzhen Sect, will fight you Shaolin to the death! You Shaolin monks, grandpa When we see one, we will kill each one until we have killed them all!"

Mr. Er was in excruciating pain for a long time, and his eyesight turned black. He just hated his superior internal strength and couldn't even faint even if he wanted to.

Hearing Zhang Songxi's scolding, he reacted in his mind for a moment before he came back to his senses and cried out in pain: "It's unfair. Didn't I just tell you that I am not a Shaolin bald donkey. I am a disciple of the Vajra Sect and have something to do with the Shaolin Temple." There is no grudge, I have been wronged!"

Zhang Songxi sneered and said: "You can lie, but if we believe a word of yours, you are my child! You have mastered the Great Vajra Palm. Apart from the Shaolin Bald Donkey, who else in the world can use this palm?"

The second gentleman was in pain, angry, and full of grievance. He propped up his head and hit the ground with the back of his head. He yelled: "I was killed unjustly, I was killed unjustly. This grandma is really the most unjust injustice in the history! I am King Kong." The founder of the sect was the Tutuo who cooked fires in the back kitchen of Shaolin Temple. He was bullied by the monks every day. Oh! What a shame! He got angry and couldn't defeat the monks who knew martial arts, so he became cruel and secretly learned from the monks. Wu, you have killed me unjustly! Damn it, our master is extremely talented. In more than twenty years, he has learned amazing martial arts, overturned the Bodhidharma Hall, killed all the bald donkeys who bullied him, and escaped from Shaolin. Went to the Western Regions to create the legacy of my Vajra sect. Damn it, you bastards beat me up without even saying a word. I and my brothers returned to the Central Plains this time just to show off their power for the sect and kick Shaolin over. Now they are being beaten. When the Shaolin Bald Donkey was beaten like this, I was so damn unjust!"

While he couldn't help complaining, he revealed the origin of the sect in a confusing way, which was exactly the same as what Zhang Sanfeng had said before.

All the Wudang heroes were overjoyed. Seeing him struggling in the mud, sweating profusely in pain, and almost breathing fire from suffocation, they were even more happy!

Yu Lianzhou said coldly from the side: "Don't listen to his lies. He said that his ancestor secretly learned Shaolin martial arts. Haha, external martial arts can be copied in the same way, but internal martial arts can also be learned secretly?"

"I'm wronged!" Mr. Second shook his head desperately and roared: "Our Vajra sect has no inheritance of internal skills. It's me who has amazing qualifications. I have developed internal skills from the outside in. How the hell do I know what's going on? "

As soon as he said this, Shi Feilong turned pale with anger, kicked him hard and said, "Fart, fart, from the outside in, how can there be such a genius in the world?"

The second gentleman's bones were all broken. He kicked him and his whole body shivered in pain. When he saw it was Shi Feilong, he suddenly laughed: "Haha, you are jealous of me, are you a loser? I know you, you are Huako. The leader of the gang has inherited the most powerful palm technique in the world. Unfortunately, his internal strength is not good enough. He has practiced so many times that his upper body has become paralyzed. Humph, you might as well give this palm technique to me. I have amazing talent and can control it with my hands. When you develop internal skills through external skills, isn’t it right for you to become the master of your palm skills?”

Shi Feilong was embarrassed and angry when he heard Mr. Er revealed his true identity. He raised his leg and was about to kick again. Suddenly, he went awry and fell down after looking back. Fortunately, Ye Guhong had quick eyes and quick hands. He caught him and quickly called Hu Daniu. Come and take care of me.

Hu Daniu looked at it and said it was nothing serious, and took out a golden needle to treat him. Everyone was relieved.

Zhang Songxi deliberately stared at Mr. Er for a moment, sighed, frowned, looked at Yu Lianzhou, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, what this guy said is from beginning to end, and it doesn't sound like he was lying. Could it be that he is really the enemy of Shaolin Temple? So what's going on between them? How come our enemy, who should be our friend, actually hurts him? As he is so good at martial arts, he may not be inferior to the three great monks of Shaolin. We, haven't we done a great favor to the Shaolin Temple?"

Yu Lianzhou also sighed, shook his head and said: "Fate has its way with people. It shows that Shaolin Temple is in good luck... That's all. This man's bones are broken. It is extremely difficult to cure this kind of injury. He will suffer if he is kept. I will give him a ride."

As he spoke, he stepped forward with his sword, intending to kill the second gentleman.

(End of this chapter)