"Sahaha, Maharashtra is the winner of Karaye, Sahaha, Nawuhe Luoduo is the night of the night."

While reciting sutras, the deceased master radiated his own perception along with his skills, and had already captured the approximate number of enemies in action.

There are currently a total of eighteen people taking action, all of whom are top-notch masters. Some of them have an aura that is arrogant, aloof and cunning, which is quite distinctive. They all seem to have been famous in the evil way for a long time.

It is a pity that there are currently more than 500 monks in Shaolin, but the number of first-class masters is only 14.

The deceased master meditated in his heart.

More than half a month ago, the old master of Tiandu Dojo in Weizhou posted a message saying that he would hold a Golden Basin Washing Ceremony on his eightieth birthday. Junior Brother Pingshi, as a first-rate master, led twelve disciples to represent Shaolin at the conference.

Three junior brothers, Pingkong and Pinghu, and three nephews, Shengxuan, Shengde, and Shengchen, were invited by the White Horse Temple in Luoyang three months ago to go to Dunhuang to retrieve a batch of scriptures, at least two more.

It will take about a month to come back.

If all these people are here tonight and lead the disciples to form a formation to assist, not only can we be as secure as a mountain, but we may also be able to take advantage of the opportunity to capture some evil heretics.

When calculating the number of people, the deceased master did not include himself and the coriander.

Not counting Gulanxiang, it's because of the evil demonic energy in her body.

In the view of the deceased master, I don’t know how sinister a person must be to be able to practice such a vicious evil skill, and then forcibly impart it to a chivalrous girl. Gulan Xiang is too innocent.

But no matter what, having such demonic power in one's body is always a big worry. If something unexpected happens to her after she takes action, and she goes completely crazy, the trouble will only be even greater.

As for why the deceased master himself was not included, he knew it well - if this group of people dared to invade Shaolin, they must have some means to deal with him, the master. For example, the weird flying horse just now was obviously still hiding in the dark.

The manpower has never shown up.

Although there are many thoughts in my heart, and many thoughts spin and die, they only happen in a blink of an eye.

The Master of the Past had just thought of this when he felt a strange aura coming towards him quickly.

He flicked his left hand to the side, and his wide sleeves swept out like an iron plate, just in time to collide with a fist that pierced the air.

Boom!!!

There was a muffled sound that shook the dust.

The figure of the person who punched stepped back slightly, revealing his true appearance.

Sun Ling's face doesn't look too old, but he has thick eyebrows and a wide mouth, and his muscles are swollen. His body is made of rough cloth, which is wrapped in a strong muscular structure.

Especially when he clenched his fingers into fists, his shoulders were slightly hunched, and his trapezius muscles were so developed that even his neck was covered up by the bulging muscles on both sides.

Such a body shape can directly bring about a fierce texture that overwhelms other weak human beings from the source.

"Old bald man, you can't stop saying it, you are so rude, why don't you try to use your mouth to block my fist!!"

The young and energetic Samsara showed an arrogant smile and raised his fist.

There was a loud cracking sound in the air.

The moving figure cut straight cracks into the masonry floor.

Others are like grass, but I am like iron, others are like nails, but I am like a hammer, others' sinews and bones are like dry paper, but I am full of swords!

This is the self-confidence that practitioners of "Nandou Holy Fist" must cultivate.

With this confidence that was so full that it radiated from every pore, Sun Ling looked towards the deceased master.

His fist is the tip of a hot and smoking knife.

The deceased master turned his body slightly to one side, and with seemingly slow and leisurely movements, he unreasonably avoided the extremely fast jab.

The moment he passed by, Sun Ling's body twisted. A small area of ​​the stone brick he stepped on was ground into powder and spun around. The fingers that were clenched into a fist suddenly flicked outward.

Rubbing his palms together like a knife, he turned around and beheaded again.

The air in front of the deceased master was cut with white traces visible to the naked eye, slanted vertically and horizontally, and crisscrossed in disorder. He stepped back step by step and praised in his mouth: "Good boxing skills!!"

"Although the moves are simple, the moves in the fists are unheard of and unseen. They are domineering, but they are also upright. Their fierceness and sharpness are not inferior to Lao Na's Vajra Fist."

"Little benefactor, it is so rare that you have such boxing skills at such a young age. Why do you want to get involved with these evil demons for some reason?"

Sun Ling's voice was wild: "The reason? Don't get me wrong, I am not on par with them. Among the people who want to destroy your Shaolin Temple today, I am the leader and the leader."

"As long as something like Shaolin exists, it will either be destroyed or beaten. This is the will of the universe!"

As he spoke, Sun Ling's momentum grew higher and higher. He also found that his basic moves could not put any pressure on the old monk opposite him, so he suddenly retracted his sword.

Hide your hands on your waist, point your toes on the ground, and keep your waist and hips back.

The Secret of Nandou Holy Fist: Thousand-Headed Dragon Strike!

Sun Ling's whole body movements changed, and his center of gravity moved forward, as if his whole body suddenly turned into a poisonous dragon that woke up from a squatting state and swooped away.

And this poisonous dragon has hundreds of dragon heads that can bite the body, break bones, and take away flesh and blood.

In an instant, Sun Ling's arms seemed to have lengthened, and countless afterimages erupted, filling the air. Each gesture was slightly different, whether it was grabbing, chopping, punching, palming, or beating.

or thorn.

These wonderful gestures compress the surrounding air and turn it into a cold wind. And because of the flow of the wind, a huge suction force is emitted in the moment of punching, forming a circle that the deceased master cannot avoid.

It can be avoided, the deadly realm that is swallowed up and shattered into pieces.

Faced with such profound knowledge of boxing, the deceased master could no longer maintain his previous leisurely retreating posture.

His cassock, sleeves, even eyebrows, and earlobes were pulled forward by the strong wind, and his slightly raised vision was filled with the afterimages of countless gestures that were blasted wildly.

When the punch fell, the Shaolin abbot stood on tiptoe with his feet in gray and black monk shoes, as if he was finally going to go with the wind.

Boom——

In front of the Main Hall, the masonry in the center of the square fell apart, exploding into a large cloud of yellow smoke.

By this, a dust wave like an earth dragon rushed out from the smoke to the west.

Sun Ling's eyes were empty, and he was in a daze caused by the extreme gap. He felt that his punches failed, and a huge force bombarded his chest.

This force pressed him down, knocking him to the ground, crushing the bricks and stones, and the force was still there, forcing his body to slide out from the bottom of the broken pit, and smashed several more bricks and stones.

, plowing open a long ravine and bringing up a wave of dust.

"Namo Amitabha!"

The deceased master waved his sleeves to push away the smoke and dust, looked down, his eyebrows were long and his eyes were radiating a captivating light.

He still stepped on Sun Ling's chest with one foot.

"Since there are no hard feelings, let's forget about the politeness. Where is the person who released those horses just now? Where is the real leader of your night attack on Shaolin?"

Only then did Sun Ling react. He was shocked and angry: "You are vomiting!"

As soon as he said a word, the foot pressing on his chest increased a little bit, and the terrifying pressure felt like a slowly pressing mountain, crushing his proud body.

Severe deformation.

In the chest and five internal organs, even the pain seemed to be suppressed by this formidable force and could not reach the brain. However, the smell of blood flowed into the throat continuously, bringing a more terrifying feeling than simple pain.

The deceased abbot said: "I have been good to people for a long time, but after all, I am a Buddhist, and I have to learn the Buddhist scriptures about the eighteen hells. If the donor is stubborn and refuses to reveal the truth, I am afraid he will sink into hell.

"

Sun Ling's mouth was bleeding, he raised his eyebrows angrily, and bared his teeth in a sinister smile: "Have you ever heard that Tathagata Buddha is also afraid of scorpions?"

The deceased master's eyebrows suddenly moved, he exerted force on his feet, and his figure flashed away.

There was a dull and loud bang, and Sun Ling's body sank more than two feet under the force. The dust spread out, the earth and rocks at the edges were squeezed and bulged, and the surrounding broken bricks were turned over.

With Sun Ling's body as the center, this depression mark with a diameter of more than ten meters looks like a huge broken lotus.

The man embedded in the center suddenly moved, stiffly and straightly broke out from among the broken bricks and rubble, and stood suddenly.

The deceased master twitched his eyebrows and showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost. His feet on the ground were already missing one shoe.

A long tail poked out from behind Sun Ling's waist, each section was black and shiny, and the tip was full and sharp, like an enlarged scorpion tail.

There is also a monk's shoe tattooed on the tip of its tail.

When the deceased master used force to retreat, a big hole was blown out of his heart. His heart should have been shattered, and the scene behind him could be seen through the hole, but at this time, white bones were quickly crisscrossing the wound.

seal.

This boxer, who was already full of muscles, has swelled a bit again. His feet have become thick and rough, and his toes have pierced his shoes. His upper body has also undergone drastic changes at the skeletal level. His spine and ribs are all undergoing drastic changes.

Twisted furcation proliferation.

Compared with the human bone structure, his current body shape is full of deformed and majestic beauty, and two strong arms poke out from under both sides of the ribs.

The six-armed scorpion-tailed devil also had carapace-like substances growing from his neck to the sides of his face, and his eyes had turned into completely golden vertical pupils.

"Amitabha!!!"

The master of the past life looked at the man in front of him and changed in an instant, and couldn't help but sigh, "Is there really a demon in the world?!"

"Demon? Baldhead, you are wrong again!"

Sun Ling's six arms were spread out, his fangs turned outwards, and his self-confidence was blazing, "I am an awakened person born from the flesh and blood of demons, but I am above the demons!"

"Didn't you feel good about pretending just now? Try my Southern Dou secrets again -"

Nan Dou Holy Fist, six arms, killing a thousand dragons!
To be continued...