Dozens of feathered arrows are placed on the strings, and the polished arrow tips are shining with cold light, like dots of cold stars in the fog, making people feel intimidated.
Master Liaojie looked at the arrow light, smoothed his sleeves, and walked towards the group of archers step by step. He was not afraid at all: "Brother Liaoxuan, you have killed Yuan He, and now you want to kill me, my junior brother."
Really? When did our brothers and sisters become so divided that we can even speak with a tense voice?"
Liao Xuan looked at Jie with an expressionless face, neither happy nor angry, showing no emotion at all: "Junior brother, you should have come out earlier. If you had come out earlier, Yuan He might not have died.
Well, this is actually all your fault."
While the two were talking, Tong Nang and others who came from Prajna Hall had already reached behind the Songshan League team. They were hiding behind a low wall, squinting their eyes and pulling their ears, trying their best to find out the news inside.
An upright monk looked at the figures in the mist with longing and his heart was anxious. He stood up and wanted to rush out, but was pulled down by Tong Nian.
"Don't alert them, wait a moment and listen to what they are going to do."
What do you want to do? What can you do?
Kill people and seize power!
Luo Jie has reached a distance of twenty steps from Xuan. At this distance, the arrows and crossbows are so fast that even a goshawk and a cunning rabbit cannot escape.
Liao Xuan looked at Jie, and there was a smile on his face at first, and then he was shocked. He knew his junior brother's Ku Rong Kung very well, and these twenty steps were only an instant away for him. Thinking of this, he hurriedly said: "Junior brother
, stop. If you have anything to say, just say it there. Now that we are close, senior brother’s ordering hand will not obey you.”
When Liao Xuan said this, the dozens of shouting monks puffed out their cheeks and shouted: "Stop! Stop!"
After hearing the words, Liao Jie stopped, gathered his gaze, scanned the dozen archers and the dozen shouting monks in front of him, nodded slightly, and said: "Wufei, you are twenty-six years old this year, and there are ten people who have come to Shaolin."
It has been six years, and I still remember that you cried out in pain during the shave, and you ate three pieces of Baiyun cake from me to stop crying."
As soon as these words came out, the bow-drawing monk who started the conversation was startled.
"Wu Ci, you are the youngest monk of the Wu generation, right? You are only sixteen years old this year, and your birthday will be in one month. I remember that you love spinach root the most, and the kitchen will always cook it for you every year on your birthday.
A bowl of spinach root longevity noodles, how has it been in Songshan League over the past few years?"
The righteous monk named Wu Ci was startled when he heard this, and the hand holding the bow string was trembling slightly.
"Wu An, you have grown taller and stronger. It's great to see you again. You must have been very touched when you saw the big apricot tree in the front yard. I remember that you like to climb the apricot tree the most."
Wu An's eyes immediately filled with tears, and his lips were tightly pursed, blocking the two words that came out!
Liao Xuan looked at Liao Jie who was talking eloquently. He was startled at first, and then he was shocked. He hurriedly shouted: "Shut up! Shut up! Shoot the arrow! Shoot the arrow!" The air of indifference that he had just now suddenly disappeared.
Disintegrated, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the ring fiercely, and while pointing, he cursed, "This damn ring, you walked so close just to see the faces of these monks clearly, damn guys, hypocritical monks!"
At the same time that Xuan Xuan issued the order to "shoot arrows", the people in Tongnan and Shunde who were hiding behind the wall shouted and rushed out together. Qiao Zhenyue and others hiding in the Zen room saw that the time was ripe, and in an instant they
They came out one after another.
The members of the Songshan League had just been disturbed by Master Jie's memory of the killing method, and now they were attacked from both sides. The morale of the army was suddenly in chaos.
Xuan Le Ma Changsi shouted loudly: "Don't panic, kill Jie first, and the archers will release arrows!" He shouted like this, but the voices of the dozen or so shouting monks were not heard, and his solitary voice was just
Like a small boat in a heavy rain, it was shaken to pieces in a burst of chaos in the blink of an eye.
Several members of the Songshan League who were loyal to protect the Lord rushed to Xuan's side and shouted: "First officer, let's retreat quickly, we were ambushed!" These people were all Xuan's disciples in Prajna Hall, and they followed him around.
For ten years, the relationship has been extremely deep. Even if it was a matter of life and death, I would not abandon Xuan.
But Liao Xuan's mind was in confusion. He already felt that he was the great contributor to the restoration of Shaolin Buddha's light and the living Buddha in Shaolin Temple - Liao Xuan Buddha. However, the situation was reversed at this moment. The Songshan Allied Forces had lost their hearts. Even if they tried to attack again,
To no avail. But he still refused to give up and yelled at his subordinates: "Come on, take the ring, and Shaolin can return to the right path!"
In fact, there were only a dozen people under Tongnan, and there were only three people in the Jiejie Zen room. However, because the fog was too heavy, the vision in all directions was poor, and under attack from the front and back, the Songshan League disciples were in a state of confusion.
Unable to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, they could only flee in panic.
In the chaos, Fang Ji rescued Yuan Kong, Cheng Wu rescued Xuan, and Qiao Zhenyue, who saw the opportunity, went straight to Xuan!
Although Liao Xuan was restless, when he saw the dark shadow flashing before his eyes, he still struck out with his palms. He was the leader of Prajna Hall and one of the eight masters of Bodhidharma Academy. His fists, palms, and mental skills were all top-notch in Shaolin.
Qiao Zhenyue flew up and slapped him, and felt a numbness in his palms. He obviously didn't expect Xuan Fist's palm to be so powerful. And when Qiao Xuan received Qiao Zhenyue's palm, his wrists also felt sore.
It hurt, and he sighed in his heart that the leader of the Beggar Clan's skills were indeed well-deserved. He didn't wait for Qiao Zhenyue to take a breath, and then struck out with another palm.
This skill of Liao Xuan is called "Great Sumeru Palm". Sumeru is taken from Mount Sumeru in Buddhism. This mountain is the king of mountains and the center of the world. It is 84,000 yojanas high. The Great Sumeru Palm is named after it.
, it can be seen that its strength is extraordinary.
When Qiao Zhenyue saw Xuan, he struck out another palm. He was floating in the air and had no way to avoid it. He could not retreat. He saw that this palm was about to hit him. In desperation, he summoned his inner strength and shouted fiercely.
Suddenly, the sound was like lightning and thunder, causing the BMW under Xuan's crotch to tumble.
It was during this moment of turmoil that Liao Xuan's palm passed across Qiao Zhenyue's chest.
After escaping this disaster, Qiao Zhenyue couldn't help but sigh at his superhuman wisdom, his quick reactions, and his flexible use of martial arts. Only Brother Yan in the world can rival him.
With this thought in mind, he did not dare to relax his grip. Li Xuan was on the horse, condescending, and it was inconvenient for him to attack, so he had to find a way to force him off the horse.
"Ma, Ma, I'm sorry, I can only make you suffer for a while."
Qiao Zhenyue muttered to the horse, twisted his feet, slid sideways under the horse's belly, and then slapped it out with his palm. The horse's belly is the softest part of the horse's body. It hurt at this moment, so he immediately kicked off his legs.
Fell to the ground.
At that time, Xuan didn't expect Qiao Zhenyue to make another move. He couldn't react in time and somersaulted to the ground, falling into disgrace. He no longer looked as solemn as before.
Qiao Zhenyue looked at Xuan Na's appearance and smiled in his heart. Just as he was about to step forward to fight with him again, Master Jie's voice came from behind him: "Gang Leader Qiao, it's better not to hurt my senior brother!"
As Liao Jie spoke, he mobilized his inner strength again and used his "sound transmission for hundreds of miles" skill, saying: "It's like drilling into a fire, two trees interact with each other, the fire comes out of the wood, and the ashes fly away. Shaolin Temple, Songshan League, Zhengseng,
Since lay monks are born from the same roots, why should we kill each other and end up losing both sides? You and I are both disciples of Buddhism. It is not too late to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."
This passage is both a Buddhist principle and a human sentiment. The disciples of the Songshan League have just been given the precept of "remembering the killing method" to bring back the past. Now that the situation is over and they don't want to fight anymore, they have dropped their weapons and sat cross-legged on the ground, signaling to return.
Shaolin.
But when Liao Xuan saw his disciples like this, his mind became more and more confused, and he shouted crazily: "I haven't lost yet, I still have a trump card, Yuan Rong, Yuan Rong, come out quickly!"
