Kong Wen is worthy of being the abbot of Shaolin. He has a mouth that shines like a lotus flower and his tongue is really sharp. In just a few words, he tied the world's martial arts community to his Shaolin.
Moreover, the lion-slaying conference was described as a personal grudge between various gangsters and Xie Xun. It must be said that his technique was very subtle and sounded reasonable. On the contrary, it also exaggerated the glorious and righteous side of Shaolin.
"Master Kong Wen has such a sharp mouth. It's a pity that Pindao is not here to argue with you today. No matter what Xie Xun did back then, he is still our Mingjiao Dharma King. How noble his status is. You, a mere Shaolin, dare to imprison and judge him."
, I don’t even know where your confidence comes from!”
As the leader of the Ming Cult, Taiyuan naturally wants to protect his family at this moment. As the Dharma King of the Ming Cult, Xie Xun, if he is really tried by Shaolin today, the face of the Ming Cult will probably be greatly lost. This is something he cannot tolerate.
"What's more, the reason why Xie Xun went on a killing spree in the world back then, your Shaolin contribution was not small, right? Could it be that Kong Wen, you have forgotten the perfection of your sect?"
"Amitabha, Master Taiyuan said this, Mingjiao is going to be in trouble with all the heroes in the world?"
Kong Wen's face was solemn, and his voice suddenly became louder, and his words could be heard in the entire square.
"Haha, Kong Wen, now that things have come to this, I don't care what you think in your heart, please hand over Xie Xun first."
Taoist Taiyuan laughed loudly and went straight to the topic, completely ignoring Monk Kongwen's petty thoughts.
"Hand over Xie Xun? I'm afraid Master Taiyuan will be disappointed. Xie Xun is currently being imprisoned in the back mountain of Shaolin, and is guarded by three senior monks of Shaolin. Even I, the abbot, have no right to release him."
Kong Wen spoke calmly, looking confident.
"Besides, if Master Taiyuan wants to take Xie Xun away so easily, he still needs to see if the martial arts heroes present agree."
Taiyuan gradually became impatient. This monk Kong Wen was really a little arrogant. He thought that he could not do anything to him because every word and every word was closely related to the martial arts grievances. This idea was a bit too naive.
"I say it again, hand over Xie Xun, otherwise you may be in serious trouble in Shaolin today."
Taiyuan's tone became more and more indifferent, and his title changed from Pindao to Benzuo. The difference is self-evident.
"It seems that Master Taiyuan is really going to make things difficult for me, Shaolin?"
Kong Wen frowned, his expression a bit...
(This chapter is not finished yet, please turn the page.) It seems ugly. He did not expect that under this situation, Taoist Taiyuan would ignore the pressure of many martial arts heroes present and insist on asking him to hand over Xie Xun.
"Humph, the Ming Cult is really powerful. The traitor Xie Xun has committed a heinous crime. Today we are gathered in Shaolin to judge his crimes. Isn't it too arrogant for Master Taiyuan to act like this?"
Suddenly there was a loud shout from below the square, and an old man in black stood up. It seemed like a chain reaction, and a group of people nearby all stood up.
The old man in black was none other than Guan Neng, one of the five elders of Kongtong. The other four people around him also looked menacing. Not only that, among the large martial arts heroes around the square, many had grudges against Xie Xun.
, everyone started making noise.
"Yes, Xie Xun will definitely die today!"
"My father died in his hands back then, and today I am determined to take revenge."
"The Mingjiao is too arrogant, how dare they make an enemy of the world's martial arts!"
The sound of angry curses and shouts kept ringing out.
Seeing this scene, Kong Wen and other Shaolin monks all nodded secretly. Today's situation has been created. With so many people standing up, no matter how tyrannical the Ming Cult is, they still have to consider the consequences of a fierce conflict.
When Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, Yin Tianzheng, Wei Yixiao, Zhang Wuji, and other Mingjiao masters saw this, their expressions changed slightly, their bodies jumped up, and they jumped out one after another and came to Taoist Taiyuan.
"Leader, what should we do now?"
"It seems that Shaolin has made preparations for a long time. Using Xie Shiwang as an inducement, many people in the world have been involved."
Faced with this situation, Yang Xiao and others also had a headache and didn't know what to do. If a conflict really breaks out now, the situation may be difficult to control.
"Hmph, it's not a big deal. Although Shaolin came well prepared, they have forgotten one thing. In this world, the strong are still respected, and success or failure is judged by martial arts. Although these people are large in number, in this country
In my eyes, they are nothing more than chickens and dogs."
Taoist Taiyuan's tone was indifferent, but when it fell in the ears of Yang Xiao and others, it made them tremble, and a chill suddenly rose in their hearts.
The higher-ups of Mingjiao don't have a specific idea about the martial arts of their own leader. They just know that it is very powerful. In these days, Taoist Taiyuan has been sitting in Mingjiao. He has been more dispatching troops and generals to deal with things all over the world. Instead, he has used
There are fewer and fewer days of martial arts, but today, they seemed to feel that a terrible violence
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The storm is coming, and this leader of my family is really going to use unparalleled force to solve the problem.
Sure enough, the next moment, their speculation became reality.
"Fifth Elder Kongtong, you five are very good. I have shown you some mercy over and over again, but you have gone too far. It seems that you are seeking death when you come to Shaolin today."
Before he finished speaking, a green shadow flashed, and Taiyuan Taoist had already entered the square from the high platform. His steps seemed to be slow but actually fast, as if he had shrunk to an inch, and he appeared next to the five elders of Kongtong.
Whoa, a flash of blue light appeared suddenly like lightning, and a deep chill surged out overwhelmingly.
The sword roar shook the sky, and a terrifying sword intention rose into the sky, shocking the world. The cold and ruthless energy instantly enveloped the square. Everyone was awed and felt a terrible murderous intent.
"Master Taiyuan, how dare you take action!"
The most horrified ones were the five elders of Kongtong. All they saw was that Taoist Taiyuan had already killed them in front of them. The next moment, the front was filled with coldness. Thousands of sword energies were hesitating, and the cold murderous intention made them shocked and fierce.
The ground screamed.
"I am in charge of the Ming Cult, and now I have conquered half of the country. What else can I not dare to do? Today is the day when the five of you will fall!"
Taoist Taiyuan's cold voice echoed throughout the world.
One sword turned into ten thousand swords, the light of the sword chilled the heaven and earth. The ruthless sword edge cut through the air with endless chissing. The speed was incompatible. Guan Neng, one of the five elders of Kongtong, just screamed and felt a chill in his throat.
, plopped to the ground.
The power of a sword can kill Guan!
"Brother! Taiyuan Taoist, you big devil, I will fight with you, Seven Injury Fist!"
Zong Weixia, Tang Wenliang, Chang Jingzhi and others were stunned. In just a blink of an eye, their eldest brother died on the spot. This result was completely beyond their expectations. No one expected that Taiyuan Taoist, as the leader of a sect, would actually
Killed on the spot in full view of everyone.
Boom, the air flow roared, four of the five elders activated their internal energy at the same time, Gu Zhuo's condensed seven-injury boxing skill was unleashed, the air around Taoist Taiyuan was distorted, the tyrannical and restrained power was not released, all directed towards his chest, abdomen, back, etc.
The key point is coming.
This punch, the four of them teamed up, was their peak strength. The seven-injury boxing skill they had practiced hard for decades was used to the limit, and they did not care about their own injuries, leaving no room for reservation. This was their practice of the seven-injury boxing.