The rain is still there, the fire and the figures are cut together.???

In the square in front of the Main Hall, the remaining traces of the battle remained tragic. On the central side, the Jianghu people saw two people who were both injured and suddenly shouted: "The eunuch from the East Factory is injured."

Then, someone said, "Yes, it seems that the witch was injured before."

The fires around him swayed, and in the illumination, people's hearts were beating violently, and they seemed to be unable to contain their desire to beat. After all, Dongchang has been very moving in the world over the years, first in Liangshan, then in Nanping County, and then in Fang La, and later in rebellion. If anyone could kill the other party, these fame would naturally be transferred to themselves.

For those who travel around the world, such temptation is no worse than peerless martial arts skills.

"What should I do with my senior brother? They seem to take the opportunity to kill the eunuch." Qin Mian's eyes showed a hint of hesitation.

The people beside him were hesitating while holding the hilt of the sword. While struggling, the eyes of the people over there became hot. Cao Shaoqing stared at the injured figure. After thinking for a while, he smiled coldly with a grim smile. The white dragon sword in his hand sank, and his thumb pushed on the hilt of the sword, and then walked out.

"The East Factory is not the one who supervises the master's martial arts skills."

When the words came out, in front of the group of people also began to draw their swords. After a few jingles, they rushed over with their respective weapons.

The pace of walking slowly accelerates and turns into a rush.

As soon as he stepped on the steps, the figure hit him in the moment he splashed the water. When his thumb pushed open the hilt and showed a little cold light, he let out a loud bang, and the wide and long white dragon sword drew a white sword, crossing the neck of a jianghu guest in the front.

puff

The moment the head fell from the shoulders and neck, Cao Shaoqing entered the battle circle with a sword. More than ten people from the Jianghu rushed over and fought with him on weapons several moves. The sword's edge ran away and opened and closed. Originally, this sword was suitable for the battlefield and changed, but at this time, it was particularly easy to fight in group battles.

Then he entered the swordsman of Cao Shaoqing, and he was hit by many swords. The moment the blood splattered, he had already fallen and blood stained the ground.

The sword body, which was not stained with blood, flew over the palace robe and returned to the sheath instantly. The cold eyes on the face of rouge were looking at the second group of people who wanted to go forward, and said coldly: "A bunch of scum."

In the rain, turn around and walk back.

"What is the eunuch talking about?"

"It seems to be scolding us"

"If we can't get there, we have a lot of people, so we killed him."

"Oh, if my stomach hurts, you go first."

"roll!!"

"Amitabha Buddha, please listen to my words." The abbot Zhihui, who was in the middle of the center, took some pills and stepped forward slowly. "Today, Shaolin has been stained with blood, so you should not commit any more murder. This life cause and the next life fruit, I hope you will stop the sharp blade in your hands and recite my Buddha more in your heart."

"snort!"

He snorted coldly from the injured figure over there, and his lips with a little blood left slowly opened his mouth: "I only believe in the cause of this life, the fruit of this life, and the next life? I don't know the old monk as a cow or horse. You have good martial arts skills, but you are too old."

When he got up, Bai Ning frowned and endured the pain. When the silver threads fell on his shoulders, he raised his eyes: "Do you know, I suddenly have an idea?"

The old monk stood still, his eyes drooped and silently looked at the accumulated water.

"I won't give you Shaolin to the future certificate." Bai Ning spoke slowly, walking towards the old monk, but he didn't say much, just a smile.

Smiling a little cold.

The young man lying on the ground was glad that he had not died in the serious injury. He moaned and raised his head, and in a daze, he ordered some people: "Why are you still standing there and killing him? Kill him for me!!" He screamed in a shrill voice.

Among the people, some of them hesitated and retreated. Bai Ning looked at the useless man on the ground pitifully and walked over. Some people finally couldn't help but pull out their swords and rushed out. Then they were shot to the ground by a crossbow arrow. At this time, hundreds of Dongchang men and Jinyiwei had already begun to control the surroundings.

Bai Ning squatted down and stared at the person on the ground. Huang Lan squirmed twice, "What do you want to do in Bodhidharma's body? I'm no longer here." The moment he finished speaking, the other side spoke softly: "Go back and tell the old man behind him, tell him that he can eat and sleep well, and that the foundation he has built over a hundred years of more than a hundred years will be gone, and our family will find him."

After saying that, his hand moved, blood splattered, and the young man on the ground cried heart-wrenchingly, and one of his arms was pulled down and threw it at his feet.

"Take your heads, get out." The figure stood up and never looked at the wailing man again, turned around and turned toward Chihui.

Dozens of Huang Lan's subordinates pretending to be a gangster, helped him up tremblingly, dragged his broken arm, which was still connected by the remaining blue veins, and hurriedly ran down the mountain.

But then, Bai Ning looked back, Cao Shaoqing nodded understandingly, and followed with several actors. Then, his eyes turned and stopped on the woman who was silent for a moment, with only sighing in his heart.

I can't miss you, Bai Ning took a deep breath, went to Zhihui, stood in front of the other side, it was already late at night and the rain was getting smaller

"Mr. Admiral, you have too much resentment in your heart. You have also been connected to the magical skills of the Moyun Sect. If you don't look back, you will really fall into the demonic path and lose your mind. You will only become a walking corpse."

"You are scared by my governor's words. After all, a decree can make you Shaolin fall apart."

"The sea of ​​suffering is endless and it is the shore"

"I have been running for this country for several years, and shedding my blood, but who remembers that Bai Ning, can the Buddha transform into this suffering?"

""Abbot Zhihui fell silent.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Bai Ning suddenly laughed and echoed desolately in the square. After a moment, he said: "Monk, do you know what it feels like to kill your relatives? Even though he made a big mistake, he is connected after all. My brother-in-law still recalls this pain. Can the Buddha be transformed into it?"

There was still silent there.

"Since I can't transform, I will burn a few Buddhist temples, he won't blame him, right?" Suddenly, Bai Ning patted the old monk's shoulder calmly again, pointed to the collapsed Heavenly King Hall, and pointed to the rest of the temples around him that had been extinguished and smoked. "Today, I think it's all for this. The certificate of the sacrificial certificate will depend on your Shaolin's performance in the future. Otherwise, you will not open your secular property and starve you to death."

In silence, the old monk finally spoke: "That's it."

"Just admit defeat. It's late at night. I'm ready for the wing room. I'm a little sleepy." Bai Ning walked a few steps and looked at him. "Why are there any other martial arts secrets that we are a little interested in Shaolin Kung Fu. It's best not to fool it with a copybook."

His fingers pointed at him from a distance.
Chapter completed!