Seeing this, Taiyuan waved his left hand, and a swirling and twisted vortex of energy emerged out of thin air. Within three feet of his body, there seemed to be a layer of mist surrounding him. There was a muffled sound, and several punches hit him, as if
The mud cow entered the sea and disappeared without a trace.
A great shift in the universe!
Etai Yuan's current martial arts realm, he has deduced this Mingjiao magical skill to an extremely profound level. The originally imperfect seventh-level kung fu has also been perfected. The subtle secrets and the ingenuity of exerting force have reached the pinnacle.
The fists of the elders of the Kongtong sect were fierce, but to him it was just a breeze blowing through the willows, without any lethality.
With a thought in his mind, his fist force moved, and there was a loud bang. The four people screamed and flew in the air. When they landed on the ground, they had more air coming out and less air coming in. They saw that they could not survive.
The power of this punch moved and turned, as if they each tried their best to hit themselves. With the ferocity of the Seven Injury Fist, their internal organs were immediately shattered and their vitality was annihilated.
In just the blink of an eye, the five famous masters in the world, Kongtong Wu Lao, all died in the hands of Taoist Taiyuan. The scene was so bloody and tragic that everyone took a breath of air and looked at the five corpses on the ground with shocked eyes.
, unable to say a word.
Taiyuan Taoist didn't care so much. He leaned down and probed Guan Neng's chest, and a yellowed book fell into his hand.
When I glanced at it, I saw the four simple characters of "Seven Injury Boxing Manual" on it.
This booklet is the Seven Injury Boxing Manual of the Kongtong Sect.
"As expected, you still carry this boxing manual with you."
Nodding secretly, Taiyuan felt a hint of joy in his heart. He had been famous for the Seven Injury Boxing Skills for a long time. He had long wanted to take a look at it. Although Zhang Wuji also had it, as the leader of the Ming Cult, he was embarrassed to let his subordinates share their respective martial arts.
It is not his style to hand over secret books. It is different now. It is only legitimate to obtain this boxing manual from the five elders of Kongtong.
In the early years, the Kongtong sect's Seven Injury Boxing Manual was stolen by Xie Xun. Since then, this Kongtong secret art has been kept by the five elders of Kongtong, and no longer dares to be placed in the sect for fear of being stolen.
, now that five people are dead, it will be an advantage for Taoist Taiyuan.
"Master Taiyuan, don't you think it's too cruel to act like this?"
Kongwen roared suddenly, and several Shaolin monks around him rushed over. Each of them had sharp eyes and a strong aura, surrounding Taoist Taiyuan.
"Hmph, Kong Wen, I have never caused trouble for you in Shaolin. You jumped out so quickly. You are trying to force me to take action!"
Taiyuan's tone was cold, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly. The faces of the seven or eight Shaolin monks trembled slightly, and their expressions became completely alert.
"Master Taiyuan massacred fellow martial artists in my Shaolin. I'm afraid I need to give him an explanation today!"
"A mere Shaolin sect has put its prestige and prestige on the poor Taoist head today. Very good, very good. I'm here to teach you Shaolin magic skills today!"
Taiyuan is too lazy to talk nonsense with these monks. Shaolin's behavior today has aroused the anger in his heart. Even if his swordsmanship is too ruthless, it does not mean that he has lost his emotions. Once he gets angry, it will be
The ground was shattered and blood flowed like a river.
"Junior brothers, take action together. The leader of the Ming Cult has lost my reputation in Shaolin and has to take action today to slay the devil!"
Kong Wen shouted loudly, like a bell like a bell, shaking the heaven and earth.
The several old monks next to him chanted the name of Buddha one by one with solemn faces.
Shaolin's eight empty generation old monks,
(This chapter is not finished yet, please turn the page.) They surrounded Taoist Taiyuan, and they looked like they were going to join forces to attack.
"You're such a shameless Shaolin monk, do you want to bully the minority?"
Yang Xiao and others cursed angrily, their bodies shook, and they were about to step forward to fight.
"You don't need to take action, just watch the battle from the sidelines. If anyone makes noise again, take action directly!"
Taiyuan's indifferent voice made several Mingjiao masters calm down. Their dark eyes swept around the square. Many people in the world who were about to make a move suddenly became depressed when they saw this scene.
Yang Xiao, Fan Yaowei Yixiao, these people are all very famous figures in the world. Although they were called big devils in the past, it is precisely because of this that they have extremely high martial arts skills.
With such a group of masters around, although everyone is dissatisfied, when it comes to actually taking action, no one is willing to be the first to take the lead.
"Kong Wen, it seems that you have really decided to become an enemy of me, so don't blame me for being ruthless and destroying your Shaolin Taoism today!"
Taiyuan snorted coldly, his gaze was as sharp as a sword. Kong Wen and the others felt their faces aching. The gaze was as real as a substance, which was really shocking.
"Want to destroy our Shaolin Taoism? Master Taiyuan is too confident, isn't he? I, the Shaolin Taoist tradition that has been inherited for thousands of years, have never cut off the Taoism!"
Kong Wen's face was gloomy. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crash of footsteps outside the square. A group of Shaolin monks gathered. Each one of them had a majestic aura and strong martial arts. They were none other than Shaolin monks.
"Oh, then it depends on your luck!"
Taiyuan smiled softly and said no more. As for those Shaolin monks, he seemed not to have seen them and was not moved at all.
Boom, the energy roared, Kong Wen and other seven or eight Shaolin masters took action together, each using their unique skills, and their auras were connected, and they all came towards Taoist Taiyuan.
Immediately, powerful palm power and fierce finger power came one after another. Each of these Shaolin masters had a unique skill that shocked the world. They were proficient in at least two or three of the seventy-two Shaolin skills. This time they joined forces to attack.
The power is overwhelming.
In the center of the square, a misty golden light surged, and there was a vague sound of Buddhist chanting. Kong Wen and others' Shaolin skills were unfolding, and it was really surging, like an Arhat descending from the dust, subduing demons and coming to the world.
In the blink of an eye, Taoist Taiyuan was submerged in heavy attacks. The air flow around him was rolling, with ferocious potential, and they were blasting towards him layer by layer. Seven or eight top experts at the time surrounded him, each showing their unique skills, even if it was a huge stone,
They will all be turned into powder under their bombardment.
"Well done!"
Taiyuan let out a long roar, and a layer of misty green light surrounded him, like Gang Qi or sword Qi, with a strong and simple force. Facing the siege of many Shaolin masters, he finally showed his power to dominate the world.
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Once the great master of the innate fetal breath realm breaks out, how powerful his force will be, and it will be fully demonstrated in this Shaolin realm today.
Whew, a wisp of desolate and cold sword light suddenly appeared, with endless chising sounds, green light spitting out, the sword light was outstanding, the power of cutting gold and jade was spread out wantonly, and the many powerful forces exerted by many Shaolin masters were unleashed.
Under such peerless sword light, it was destroyed in the blink of an eye.
Exhale, take a long breath, the innate true energy is endless. During the movement of the inner breath, the huge power lost just now has been recovered. This process is probably just a few breaths. In the innate realm, the inner breath is perfect, the supernatural power is self-sufficient, and decisive
There is no danger of running out of power. At least Taiyuan's innate Qi is enough to sustain him for a long time when facing the people from Shaolin Temple.
"How can this be!"
(This chapter is not finished yet, please turn the page.) Kong Wen was horrified, and his expression suddenly changed. Even though the fight was just for a moment, you can tell from a glance that Taoist Taiyuan's peerless martial arts was enough to frighten him.
Seven or eight top Shaolin masters were besieging them. Their strength and internal strength were so huge that it was simply unimaginable. But even so, Taoist Taiyuan could break through their all-out moves with one sword. What kind of magical power was this?
"Shaolin Kung Fu is nothing more than that. It's empty news, the cycle of cause and effect, and retribution. Today I'm going to let you know how shallow your so-called Shaolin Kung Fu is!"
Taiyuan's indifferent voice sounded again. He straightened up, moving and flashing like lightning, and a long sword was like a dragon, winding and hissing. In the blink of an eye, countless sword lights were spit out.
I can't see clearly, I can't see. At this moment, the faces of all the forest masters are pale.
The figure of Taoist Taiyuan has completely disappeared, or in other words, the figure of Taoist Taiyuan is everywhere in front of them, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the real. The speed of Taoist Taiyuan at this moment is astonishing and has never been seen before.
What's even more frightening is that his sword moves are sharp, ruthless and decisive. Every move is a killing sword, and the bone-piercing edge goes straight into the soul.
As soon as the murderous intention arose, Taiyuan used the sword moves of the evil-proof swordsmanship to attack and kill. This swordsmanship pursues the most ruthless killing, and the murderous intent in it is unimaginable.
As fast as lightning and as murderous as the sea.
Countless sword rays were raging in all directions, and the sounds of gold and iron piercing flesh kept resounding, and soon several shrill screams were heard.
The remaining arm was broken, blood spattered, and the sky was filled with blood.
In just two or three breaths, the figure of Taiyuan Taoist flashed, his green shadow froze, and he appeared in front of everyone.
Looking at the battlefield just now, everyone's expressions changed with horror.
On the square paved with bluestones, blood flowed across the ground, and mutilated corpses fell to the ground. A strong smell of blood spread everywhere, and everyone who saw this scene turned pale.
So at this moment, apart from Taoist Taiyuan, only Kong Wen was still standing. His face was pale, his breath was weak, and a bone-deep sword mark on his chest was clearly visible.
In addition, all the other Shaolin masters have died, and none of them have their bodies intact. Either their limbs have been cut off, or their heads have been cut off. Such a tragic scene, even if everyone is licked by the knife head of the rivers and lakes
The blood generation was also deeply frightened.
"Demon, devil, Taiyuan, you devil, do you really dare, really dare to kill my Shaolin monk!"
After a long period of time, Kong Wen seemed to react. With a glance, he saw the tragic scene around him.
Seven or eight eminent Shaolin monks, each of whom is comparable to the Seven Heroes of Wudang and are among the top martial arts masters today, all fell under the Taiyuan Sword today. For Kong Wen, this result is completely unacceptable, and for Shaolin
, it is an unbearable tragic loss.
It can be said that after this battle, Shaolin's top masters were almost wiped out. What a terrible result.
Kong Wen never thought that the Shaolin Lion Slaying Conference would end like this. This ending made him so sad that boundless fear arose in his heart.
"Kong Wen, do you think what I just said is empty talk? I am the leader of the Ming Cult. Once I say something, I am as strong as iron. Since you Shaolin dare to hold a lion-slaying meeting this time, you must be prepared to destroy the Taoist tradition.
Prepare!"
Taiyuan's cold voice sounded faintly, but at this moment, everyone who heard his words felt a chill in their hearts.