Liao Jie's body trembled, knowing that he was being attacked from behind, he made a fist and turned around to hit.
This punch was like rolling thunder, with the sound of thunder breaking through the wind.
This is an extremely powerful punch that can break rocks.
This is a very fast and furious volume that almost no one can avoid.
But just like this punch, just when it was about to strike, it suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Looking at the punch in front of him, Xue Wu felt dizzy and his cheeks were cold. As for Ling Jie, Ling Jie looked at Su Wu in front of him, his eyes widened at first, and then he blinked hard, confirming that the person in front of him was
After awakening, his lips trembled and he didn't make a sound for a long time.
Suo Wu also blinked, but after he blinked, his hand moved again, stabbing the dagger deeper.
Feeling the pain, his face twisted. He clenched his fist tightly and wanted to punch Suo Wu in the face. However, as soon as he punched out, he missed Suo Su's cheek and grabbed the back of his neck, holding him like a chicken.
Generally thrown to Yuan Rong.
"Let's go! From now on, I don't have you as my apprentice."
He had two opportunities to kill Suo Wu, but he missed both opportunities. He didn't know why his punch stopped, and he didn't know why he threw Suo Wu to Yuan Rong. He just
Knowing that when he turned around and punched out, and saw Suo Wu's confused and helpless face, his heart felt like a knife being cut, and all his strength was dissipated from that scarred heart.
Liao Jie covered his ribs with one hand, and the other hand was still turned into a palm to face the people in front of him. His expression was still determined, but the light on his palms was getting weaker and weaker. Although he had the withering magic power
, but eventually he was old and weak, and he had lost a lot of blood, so he couldn't help but stagger.
When everyone saw Jie stumbling, they couldn't help but stop their hands and surrounded Jie. For a while, the two sides were in a stalemate.
Looking at Jie's appearance, Yuan Rong felt relaxed and was not in a hurry to take him. He said, "Abbot Liao Jie, I can't believe that you are so rare for your precious disciple. He will kill you."
, you are still reluctant to kill him."
Listening to what Yuan Rong said, Liao Jie glanced at Sue Wu, snorted coldly, and said: "It's the fault of a disciple but not a teacher. My disciple went astray. It's because I, the master, didn't teach him well. I can't blame others."
After listening to what Jie said, Yuan Rong clapped her hands excitedly and said, "It's touching. It's really touching. It's just that you used your feelings in the wrong place, hahahaha."
As he spoke, he waved his hand towards Sue Wu. Sue Wu also understood the situation and reached out to tear off a human skin mask from his face. Under the mask, it turned out to be Tongbei.
Liao Jie's face was startled at first, and then he took a long breath, and a trace of peace flashed in his eyebrows. He seemed to be sighing, okay, okay, his apprentice did not go astray, but in a flash he looked at
Tongbei's eyes suddenly turned sad: "Tongbei, why are you doing this?"
He is not only the enlightened master, he is also the master of more than a thousand lay monks in the Shaolin Temple.
Unexpectedly, Tongbei smiled and sneered: "Man perishes for wealth, and birds perish for food. Master Yuanrong taught me skills and gave me a future. Why should I be a poor monk in Shaolin when I have such a bright future?"
As he said this, he looked at a person standing aside. That person looked exactly like him. It was the fake Tongbei who was caught in the Discipline Hall before.
"Brother, you are right to listen to me. Fame, fortune and fortune are coming soon."
The fake Tongbei laughed, walked to Tongbei's side, and said with a smile: "It is because of what the elder brother said that the younger brother has this opportunity to show off his ambitions."
After saying that, the two laughed loudly.
But just as the two of them were laughing, two daggers were pierced into the vests of Yuan Rong and Tong Bei respectively. This blow was unexpected, and it was covered by laughter, so it was really impeccable.
After Tongbei was stabbed in the heart, he suddenly twitched and fell backwards. But Yuanrong, who had profound skills and sharp eyes and ears, discovered the clues a moment in advance, but he was still stabbed in the back and the blood continued to flow.
The fake Tongbei hit the target and immediately flew to Jie's side, using acupuncture techniques to contain Jie's injuries.
Liaojie looked at the fake Tongbei, his expression at a loss, and couldn't figure out the reason for a moment. But the fake Tongbei smiled, stretched out his hand to tear off the human skin mask on his face, and said with a smile: "Abbott, it's me, Liaochan."
It turned out that when Liao Chan was interrogating Fake Tongbei, he couldn't bear to use numbing torture (hitting numb tendons and numb points all over the person's body). Fake Tongbei couldn't stand it anymore, so he tried everything, and he also took advantage of the trick and pretended to
He looked like he was heading to the north and blended in with the harmonious team.
In the blink of an eye, several changes occurred, which were really unexpected.
Yuan Rong was seriously injured and saw that dozens of swordsmen on his side were dead and wounded. He did not dare to fight at that moment. He said "retreat" and led a group of subordinates to meet Xuan and fled in the mist.
On the horizon, the fog is still hazy, and the arrow-like sun shines in the sky with blood-red light.
This blood-red light was shrouded in mist, which made it even more stunning.
A gust of wind blew by, making the bamboos behind the courtyard make a melancholy sound. Two kingfishers flew out of the bamboo forest and landed on the eaves. They tilted their heads in confusion, as if they didn't understand why there were so many monks lying on the ground.
Liao Jie looked at the Shaolin monks who fell on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes. He closed his lips tightly, as if he wanted to hold back all the sadness, pain, sorrow and lamentation in his eyes, waiting for a moment.
He swallowed it all. But these heart-wrenching sorrows and lamentations were too difficult to swallow. His throat sank, and the emotions pressed in his trachea were like a muffled thunder, which exploded in his mouth instantly.
Constant coughing, endless sadness.
In this battle, Shaolin's vitality was severely damaged, and the losses were heavy. Five of the eleven Shaolin leaders were lost. Chengzang, Yuanhe, Yuankong, Liaojing died tragically, Yuanrong defected, and nearly a hundred Shaolin disciples were injured and killed. The abbot quit.
He was even seriously injured.
Liao Jie forcibly stood up straight, took a breath, and said, "The powerful enemy has not retreated. Leader Qiao, Junior Brother Yuanji, and Uncle Cheng Wu, come with me. I have something to say."
