Looking at Zhang Sanfeng again, he floated to Du'er in just three steps, and the long sword slowly pierced out.

At this time, the only rope that survived the tribulation was alive. He saw the opportunity and sneaked into Zhang Sanfeng.

With only three moves, the three monks were forced into a desperate situation by Zhang Sanfeng. They had to give up their senior brother and win the victory after the tribulation.

But Zhang Sanfeng turned sideways, waved his left arm and faced the black rope. His big arm swung around the air, which actually caused the black rope to circle around.

After passing the tribulation, I felt a huge suction force, and I wanted to sweep away the black cable in my hand like a vortex.

"Let go." Zhang Sanfeng's face was calm, and the long sword had already been pointed in Du'er's forehead. "This formation has been broken, so you can save your life."

"Don't worry about me!" Du'er's right arm was still numb, so he simply threw away the black rope in his left hand, fucked the powerful Vajra and pointed at Zhang Sanfeng's waist, and shouted, "The demonic path wants to destroy me, Shaolin, there is no need to pay attention to the rules, and he must die with him even if he dies!"

Du Nanzhi was also in this state of mind. He didn't believe that Zhang Sanfeng could fight with the three of them at the same time. Thinking of this, the Dantian was powerful and the internal force burst out, and it stretched along the iron chain, and it was about to fight with Zhang Sanfeng to death.

On the other hand, Dorae recovered and took the black rope thrown by Dorae. Just like Dumai, he used his internal strength and the black rope took action again.

Zhang Sanfeng chuckled: "How come the three monks in Shaolin are like three dogs in the alley, so they are not entangled."

After saying that, his long sword was a little above Du'er's head, and the number one master in Shaolin was not aware of his life or death, and the Vajra finger in the air also fell down.

The only thing that Zhang Sanfeng was crazy and stabbed Duhe to death was that he was sad and hatred for a long sword. For a moment, he even urged his internal force to the extreme regardless of consequences. He would rather suffer internal injuries after the war than fight with Zhang Sanfeng.

In their eyes, Zhang Sanfeng was strong in his age. Ordinary people had returned to heaven after sixty or seventy years of cultivation. Zhang Sanfeng had lived twice as much as an ordinary person. His internal strength was naturally profound. He had underestimated the enemy before and the internal strength he had injected was insufficient, so he could defeat them one by one.

The two monks are over 60 years old and have profound internal strength. They fight for internal strength and fight against one with two against one, and there is no reason to lose.

But Zhang Sanfeng threw down the Tai Chi sword and turned around suddenly. He raised his left arm and acted as usual, which also led to the black rope that Du Nan had just stabbed.

The two monks knew that the time for fighting was coming, and they did not dare to relax at all, and their internal strength burst out. They did not believe that they could not believe that they could not be the ones who had just done it.

Zhang Sanfeng's clouds are light and winds are light, leading two black ropes, and the circle of his arms is getting smaller and smaller...

"Not good!!!" Du Jie suddenly realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

"You want to fight..." Zhang Sanfeng suddenly violently led to two black ropes colliding together, "Just fight!"

Another strange muffled sound. Two desperate masculine forces collided together.

The two monks at the same time cracked the tiger's mouth, their finger joints were broken, and the black cord was out of their hands, and a large mouthful of rotten blood was spurted out.

"It's true that we are united." Zhang Sanfeng slowly picked up the long sword, "I've attracted you two dogs to eat each other. If one of them retracts the force and one does not retracts the force, one can still be left. But you are in the same mind and are afraid of attacking and injuring the other party, they will retract at the same time. In the end, the force was confiscated, but they were each shocked by the other party."

The two monks' limbs were sore and weak. Not to mention that they were engaging in internal strength now, even if they were raised for the first half of the year, they might not be able to move their internal strength. After all, they were old and would probably not be able to withstand such a devastating blow to Dantian Motozuma.

"Demon...Dao..."

"You are a demon...a demon!!!"

They do not believe that there is a "person" who can break this formation within ten moves. If they talk about moves, they each master the essence of Shaolin martial arts, and the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle is even more of a peerless martial art. If the internal strength of the wheel is better than Zhang Wuji, how could they look like a child without any power to tie a chicken in front of Zhang Sanfeng?

The two monks looked at each other as if they were looking at a demon, full of resentment. They looked at each other and closed their eyes and recited the Diamond Sutra.

"I am stupid, what you can't understand is a crooked way?" Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slowly, ignored the two monks, and walked out of the circle. "I only used two points of internal strength. As monks, you three were defeated by self-pride and seeking victory. It's shameful."

The last sentence destroyed the last trace of psychological defense of the two monks. The anger and unwillingness made their scriptures confused, and finally they were confused and fainted.

Yang Xiao was fighting the two great monks. Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng had defeated the main general so quickly, he yelled: "Three donkeys are dead!! Swallowing Shaolin blood!!!"

Everyone during the battle glanced at me and saw that although the three monks were still in a circle, they were all lying there, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

In their eyes, Zhang Sanfeng has reached a god-like position. With the help of God, what else can he be afraid of!

"kill!!!"

Looking at the Shaolin monks, the war started for only a few rounds. The abbot Kong Wen was injured and the three monks died suddenly. Although no one said that, his mood had all dropped to the bottom. Since the founding of the sect, he has suffered countless disasters and has never been defeated in such a embarrassing situation.

Tian Boguang's helpers were already elite soldiers and their number was several times that of Shaolin. His morale increased and the other was declining. Shaolin monks were already defeated like floods entering an ant hole.

Kong Wen endured the pain in his legs and was forced to retreat step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by Kong Zhikong beside him saw that the two of them were not at all against Yang Xiao, and Kong Xing was entangled by Wei Yixiao.

Kong Wen Yu Guang glanced at the monks who fell like dominoes, and his heart was unprecedentedly despair and weak.

Although Zhang Sanfeng's words were for the sake of overcoming the tribulation, wasn't they talking about me?

Arrogant, seek victory.

Facing Zhang Sanfeng like this, or even Yang Xiao like this, does he still have some capital to be arrogant?

As a monk, if you are not competitive, why fight hard?

At this time, he remembered several threats from Tian Boguang, all of which were full of confidence, and every word was dripping with blood. Until now, Kong Wen finally knew that Tian Boguang had no false words, and if Shaolin was destroyed, he would really destroy it.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't say a word, and he would not fight without fighting - if he wanted to fight, he would fight to the death.

Who is dead is already in front of you.

With the arrival of Wei Yixiao, Linghu Chong, the five scattered people of the Ming Cult, Ren Yingying and other ruthless figures, within a few more rounds, the four great monks of Shaolin had already damaged the two, and as for the little monk, they were overwhelmed by weapons like cannon fodder.

Zhang Sanfeng stared at him and found that there was too much blood tonight, and he couldn't help but frown slightly. This was not what he wanted to see.

He raised his sword again and shouted loudly: "Shaolin is the foundation of the martial arts world. Put down the weapons and there is no need to fight again."

Now that things have come to this point, Kong Wen has lost a lot of things. If he surrenders at the last moment, he will even lose his reputation. At this time, he is the one who is crazy.

"Don't be poisoned by the demon's mind! My devil's heart is not dead, Shaolin's will fight to the death!"

Before he finished speaking, he was hit by Wei Yixiao and his palm.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "Either dull or arrogant, this kid is all occupied."

He paused, but he was unable to bear it. Being stupid and arrogant is not a death sentence, so he told the truth again.

"Be gentler, you can capture it and reduce your life."

After saying that, he also entered the battle group, but he was not going to kill the monk, but to save the monk sincerely.

All of Tian Boguang's thugs are killing gods, both good and evil. How could Zhang Sanfeng not know? If they were red-eyed, they would be afraid that Shaolin would be destroyed.

As expected, only the martial heroes responded to Zhang Sanfeng's call. They have always taken action very appropriately. They only use the move to control the enemy, rather than killing the enemy, and then pinpoint the acupoint to capture it, and no longer kill.

As for the members of the Ming Cult and Tian Boguang’s friends, they were naturally not so polite.

The Ming Cult's approach was not the same as Shaolin. At this time, the leader Yang Xiao was already red from his eyes, and the church members spared no effort. When the other Smiling Proud Wanderer saw Shaolin dealing with Tian Boguang like this, even Linghu Chong would not hold back.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed while saving people. The one who sighed was Tian Boguang. This little friend was too murderous and brought all the people...

In the backyard, Cheng Kun has been surrounded by four people in the southeast, southwest and northwest.

Fang Xian stood in Yu Zhengbei and spit out bloody phlegm: "You're happy that Shaolin has been ruined?"

Murong Fu Heng Jian Zhengxi: "It just happened to be a try with you."

Zhang Wuji stopped Zhengnan: "Chengkun, don't harm yourself anymore. Your life and your flesh no longer belong to you."

In the east, an old man with long hair stood trembling. He trembled not because of the old and weak, not because of the cold, but because of the excitement and resentment.

"For twenty-two years, I have been so hard... so hard..."

Cheng Kun knew that it was a death situation, so he only laughed to the sky with a shrill voice: "I am so happy, so happy!"

Xie Xun walked forward step by step: "Cheng Kun, why is it?"

"If you want to subvert the Ming Cult, why did you kill my thirty-two family members? How can you do it... How?" Xie Xun's voice trembled more and more violently. After he was blind, he could always see that scene. Seeing Yiji woke up, blood was everywhere in the house, and the miserable signs of parents, wife and children corpses in the house.

"If you kill me, how about you?" Cheng Kun suddenly had no expression on his face. "Everyone in the world is going to die, I will die, you will die. I killed others for myself. What can I say?"

These words came out of his mouth and were like theorem.

"Just... because of this?" Xie Xun clenched his fists, suppressing his manic anger.

"What else can you do?" Cheng Kun smiled, "If my junior sister dies, I will die. If you kill me, you are just killing someone."

"Cheng-Kun-!!!! You are worse than beasts!!!" Xie Xun snarled angrily, shaking the entire Shaoshi Mountain.

The Lion King stepped down in one step and stepped on a large seal on the stone rock ground. His iron body hit Cheng Kun like a mountain.

"Disciple, is it a one-on-one fight?" Cheng Kun's face turned ruthless, and his only right hand was used to move out the thunder fist and resisted it.

"I am enough for one person! Eat all your flesh and drink all your blood!!" Xie Xun roared and also smashed the thunder fist.

The two of them faced each other with a muffled roar, and each took a few steps back.

Cheng Kun took three steps back, but Xie Xun took five steps back.

"Not good..." Murong Fu's eyes were so vicious that he could see at first glance that Xie Xun was slightly inferior to Cheng Kun. He has been reading military strategy since he was a child and is well-versed in politics. Naturally, he knew the basic principle of using heavy siege and fewer people, so there was no need to take risks.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward and attacked him.!~!
Chapter completed!