At that time, there was a "rebel monk" in Shaolin. He accidentally "stole" to learn internal skills and mental methods, and even passed on these skills to his lay disciple. After the lay disciple's Kung Fu was exposed, Shaolin wanted to arrest him and convict him and convict him. However, Jueyuan was a fool and said that he would not let other monks take away his disciples. Because he had been practicing Shaolin Nine Yang Gong for many years and his martial arts were surprisingly high, all the powerful Shaolin monks came out to fight him.

In the end, Jueyuan died and died while sitting on the ground. Before his death, he rescued his disciple and a woman involved in this right and wrong.

His apprentice, named Zhang Junbao, is now Zhang Sanfeng.

The other woman is Guo Xiang, the founder of Emei.

It is also true that the Shaolin Nine Yang Gong, Wudang Nine Yang Gong and Emei Nine Yang Gong appeared in the world.

After all, they are all from Shaolin.

No matter how powerful Zhang Sanfeng is, in Kong Wen's eyes, he is just a traitor in Shaolin.

At this moment, Kong Wen looked at Zhang Sanfeng's profound appearance and finally showed a hint of anger and a hint of contempt.

Shaolin traitors are still showing off their power at this time?!

We respect you as an older person, and we are really relying on our seniority?!

"Zhang Zhenren." Kong Wen said coldly, "Yuanzhen has been in my temple for many years and has been influenced by the Buddha. At this time, he has cut off his arms and expressed his ambitions. I am confident that he is not a false statement."

"Wudang Shaolin is a master of the Central Plains martial arts world. If something goes wrong, it may have moved the foundation of the martial arts world. Many years ago, Zhenren Zhang used my Shaolin kung fu to form a school and founded Wudang. My Shaolin was merciful and did not care about it."

"But don't think that it's me, Shaolin, is afraid!" Kong Wen's expression turned cold, "Zhang Zhenren said that he would use Wudang Kung Fu to exchange Tian Boguang. I, Shaolin, don't care. You need to know. The world's martial arts are Shaolin. No matter how powerful you are, you are still a person who comes from Shaolin. Don't forget your roots!!!"

After saying this, everyone in the audience held their weapons tightly, and their faces were about to be torn.

"Hahaha--" Zhang Sanfeng laughed three times again, "I let go of Master Jueyuan's grudge. You can't let go of Shaolin's affairs... I'm over 100 years old, how can I still have the disgusting ambitions that Cheng Kun said? Abbot, you are really confused. As abbot, your cultivation is too different, too much."

Kong Wen is an old monk, but for Zhang Sanfeng, he is just a boy wearing open-crotch pants.

When children are said to be "immature" by adults, they will become rebellious.

Now Kong Wen is over fifty years old. He is already the head of Shaolin. He has been taught this lesson. No matter how good his character is, he will be angry.

"Subdue the evil, overcome the tribulation, overcome the difficulties. Vajra subdue the demon circle!"

The three monks stepped forward, each holding black ropes and forming a circle.

"Shaolin disciples obey orders, the Arhat Subduing Demon Formation!"

"Yes!!" All the monks came out and fought to the death.

Yuanzhen slowly turned her head, looked at Fang Xian, and smiled again.

"Grandma's." Fang Xian was so angry that he lost his temper.

A "crunch" sound.

How could dislocate the martial arts masters be trapped? Fang Xian twisted for a long time and used his internal strength. At this time, it finally came naturally and his arms recovered.

While the three monks were not around, he easily threw away the two escorts him and closed them. His light skills exploded and he ran towards his own formation.

Kong Wenling said, "Chongxi, Kongzhi, stop him!"

At this time, the powerful Shaolin masters, in addition to the Three Du, also had the four great monks of "seeing, hearing, and wisdom", who were all comparable to the Four** Kings.

"Big brother! I'll help you!" Zhang Wuji, who had been silent, finally couldn't bear it anymore and became the first person here to take action.

Seeing that the battle was about to begin, Zhang Sanfeng asked sternly for the last time: "Kongwen, have you thought about it?"

"Wudang relies on his power to act rashly and intends to subvert the martial arts world. Shaolin vows to fight to the death!"

"Okay!" Zhang Sanfeng walked forward step by step, "I have given way to make many steps. Since this is the case, I will let me meet the three crosses."

Before entering the demon-subduing circle, Zhang Sanfeng's long beard floated, with extraordinary spirit, raised his sword to the sky: "If you want to fight, you will fight to the death."

"Kill!!!" Yang Xiao was alone, furious!

Wei Yixiao spread his arms and followed Zhang Wuji to rescue Tian Boguang.

The Wusan people of the Ming Cult, the Wudang Sect and other masters, joined the Five Mountain Sword Sects, including Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying, and the Sun and Moon God Sects, and drew out weapons to kill the generals.

Murong Fu floated up, and he also took the lead in saving Tian Boguang.

Lin Pingzhi couldn't keep up, so he mingled in the team and went forward to fight.

As he was about to fight, Yuanzhen covered her arm and secretly retreated. No one could pull out his hand, and no one could take care of him.

Fang Xian stared clearly and shouted: "Brother Murong comes to save me, Wuji! Stop Yuanzhen!"

"Brother, you can hold on!" Zhang Wuji quickly turned, ignoring Shaolin's wall like a muscle man and hitting him in.

"Shaolin's turn is not your cult, you!" Kong Wen waved his Zen Staff to welcome Zhang Wuji.

"Get out of your grandma's bald donkey! I shouldn't have saved you at that time!" But Zhang Wuji roared wildly, raised his arm and carried the Zen stick.

Kong Wen felt a strong internal force shook over, and the staff was shocked by it.

He was shocked, humiliated and hated. He was also Shaolin's martial arts, so why did this little bastard's chance be so good?

Kong Wen flew towards the middle, which was exactly the direction where Yang Xiao and other masters rushed towards him.

"I'll take you, the bald bald donkey!" Yang Xiao shouted and jumped up. The two Holy Fire Orders in his hand were both cold and shrill, and they chopped towards Kong Wen's back.

Kong Wen had nowhere to leverage his power, so he had to adjust his posture in the air, see the trajectory of the Xuan Iron Order, and blocked his palms from the side at the last moment, which was a relief from the danger.

Yang Xiao is not an ordinary person either. He changed his move when he was touched, and the left hand holy fire order had already attacked Kong Wen's lower body.

At this moment, Kong Wen had no other tricks.

When the two armies fought, the first person to see blood was the head of Shaolin. He was hit by a calf, and his injuries were already at the bone, and blood gushed out.

Kong Jian, Kong Zhi saw that the abbot was in danger, so he didn't care about his leisure time and went to rescue him.

At this point, the army in the Central Committee of the battle group faced each other, with swords and bloody shadows. A bloody battle began.

Zhang Sanfeng walked into the center of the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle, slowly got lucky, and put on the standard posture of the Tai Chi sword. Looking from a high place, an invisible aura seemed to appear beside him.

To overcome the disaster, overcome the disaster, overcome the difficulties, the three of them have been sitting in the silence of the sect for more than 30 years, and their minds are shared. One person has a thought, and the other two immediately understand it and form a solid formation, namely the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle. "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" says that even if thirty-two top masters with the ability to work together, it is difficult to break through this formation.

In the book, Zhang Wuji, together with Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng, broke the formation together, but failed to do so, which caused the Eagle King to die.

However, aside from the pros and cons of personal strength, this is just the second strongest formation in Yitian. The number one is still the Zhenwu Seven-Secret Formation. Unfortunately, the Seven Heroes are just the past.

Du Er waved his black rope: "Today, I will clear the portal for Shaolin Master!"

"Please give me a favor." Zhang Sanfeng walked slowly towards Du Er, his breath was even and stable.

The three monks raised their arms almost at the same time. The three long ropes seemed slow and fast, but there was no sound of wind. Under the heavy rain, in the lonely courtyard at night. The three long ropes were like ghosts and charming, and were endlessly weird.

Three monks and three locks. At this time, the realm is already a fusion of Buddhism and martial arts. If this lock is chained into a circle, it can trap demons and eliminate demons.

Zhang Sanfeng is full of righteousness, but he is not at all involved with the word "Demon". On the contrary, he is very close to the immortal.

He was neither too fast nor too slow, he adjusted his breath, divided and treated it, and only took a small step forward, and Tai Chi Jianji slowly faced Du'er's lock.

Du'er disagreed and shook his hand and wanted to wrap the chain around the sword and remove it.

The three monks had the same mind, and the other two locks also attacked Zhang Sanfeng's left and right arms. They could capture him just when his sword was removed.

But Zhang Sanfeng's movements did not change at all, as if he was just waiting for the black rope to entangle.

Du'er tried hard to do his hand and thought that he had touched the sword. He thought that the situation had been settled.

"Zhang Sanfeng, that's it."

From a distance, the Black Screw seemed to have indeed entangled the Tai Chi sword, but if you look closely, you will find that the Black Screw was always more than an inch away from the long sword, and it was actually wrapped around the long sword several times out of thin air!

Zhang Sanfeng quietly waved his long sword—

"break!"

The sword swung, and together with the black rope, all the internal forces surrounding the sword were thrown out.

Du'er's right arm suddenly shook, as if he was shocked by electric shock. At the same time, the black rope was covered with the pure yang power attached to Zhang Sanfeng and roared.

For a moment, Du'er was shocked and could not help. Seeing the Hei Soul who had been waving for decades, he was both shocked and shocked.

Seeing the opportunity, Zhuan Qi was extremely fast, he quickly twisted his strength to rescue him. The black rope in his hand met the one on the way, and with just a bump, it made a strange muffled sound. At the same time, Zhuan Qi was also locked by the remaining internal force and it backfired. His arms were sore and numb, and the black rope slowed down.

Thanks to Du Jie's rescue, the black rope wiped Du Er's right face and failed to hurt him. Du Er's internal strength was profound and he came back in an instant. He quickly took action and grabbed the black rope in the air, causing a cold sweat.

"Impossible... it's obviously entangled... how can it be thrown out..." Du E stared at the long sword in Zhang Sanfeng's hand, "Is it because this sword is different?"

At this time, the black rope that was just in trouble hit Zhang Sanfeng's left arm.

Zhang Sanfeng slowly turned sideways, and seemed to be very gentle and casually blocking his backhand. The iron chain that could overcome the difficulties also took the opportunity to entangle the long sword.

This time, Du Er could see clearly that the more than inch of space seemed to be a crack in a century of cultivation, and it was insurmountable.

It is hard to see the long sword entangled. Logically speaking, there is no need to say much at this time. The two senior brothers will take action, but this time they were more than half a beat slower.

"Senior brother, take action!"

"Du Nan stop!" Du Er shouted in a hurry, and at the same time his iron cable had taken action, not to attack Zhang Sanfeng, but to rescue Du Nan.

Sure enough, Zhang Sanfeng did the same thing, while following the iron cable and using internal force to shake the black cable, he threw the black cable out of thin air.

However, this goal was to overcome the disaster.

Du Er felt cold, and when he saw the black rope coming, his weapon was to save others.

Zhang Sanfeng also strides forward, his silver beards flying, and his fairy face is very beautiful.

Du'er hurriedly raised his arm and tried to catch the black rope. However, this touch was like touching a hot soldering iron. His hands hurt and his whole arm became numb again.

Looking at Zhang Sanfeng again, he floated to Du Er in just three steps, and the long sword slowly pierced out.!~!
Chapter completed!