A leisurely city for solo travelers

Chapter 199 Realm
Looking at Zhang Sanfeng again, he had already floated in front of Du E in three steps, and the long sword stabbed out slowly.

At this time, only the rope of Dujie was still alive, he saw the right time and sneaked up from behind Zhang Sanfeng.

In just three moves, the three monks were cornered by Zhang Sanfeng, Du Jie had no choice but to give up his senior brother, and won the fight.

But Zhang Sanfeng turned sideways, swung his left arm out, facing the black cable, swung his big arm around in the air, and actually attracted the black cable to follow him.

Du Jie only felt a huge suction force, like a vortex, trying to sweep away the black rope in his hand.

"Let go." Zhang Sanfeng looked calm, his long sword pointed at the center of Du'e's forehead, "This formation has been broken, I will spare your lives."

"Don't worry about me!" Du'e's right arm was still numb, so he simply threw away the black rope in his left hand, pointed at Zhang Sanfeng's waist with a powerful Vajra, and shouted, "The demon way wants to destroy my Shaolin, so you don't have to pay attention to the rules. You have to die with me!" He died together!"

Crossing the Difficulty is also in this state of mind, he does not believe that Zhang Sanfeng can fight against the three of them at the same time, thinking of this, the dantian is full of aura, and the inner strength is full, stretching along the iron rope, he is about to fight Zhang Sanfeng to the death.

The other side of the crossing also recovered, picked up the black rope thrown by Du'e, just like Du Jie, with enough internal strength, the black rope shot again.

Zhang Sanfeng only smiled lightly: "Three Shaolin monks, why are they like three dogs in the alley, they are so entangled."

After saying that, he tapped Du'er's head with his long sword, and Shaolin's number one master was desperate, and the Vajra Finger in the air also fell down.

The only way to overcome the calamity was because Zhang Sanfeng was crazy and stabbed Du E to death with his long sword. He was filled with grief and hatred for a moment, and he pushed his internal energy to the extreme regardless of the consequences. He would rather suffer internal injuries after the war than fight with Zhang Sanfeng.

In their eyes, Zhang Sanfeng was stronger than his age. Ordinary people would die after cultivating for six to seventy years, but Zhang Sanfeng had lived twice as long as ordinary people, and his internal energy was naturally profound. He had previously underestimated the enemy and had insufficient internal energy, so he was defeated. He beat them all.

The two monks are also over sixty years old, their internal energy is profound and powerful, they put together their internal energy, two against one, there is no reason to lose.

But Zhang Sanfeng dropped the Taiji sword, turned around suddenly, raised his left arm, and did the same, leading the black rope that Du Nan had just pierced to circle around.

The second monk knew that it was time to fight, and he did not dare to relax at all, his inner strength burst out, he did not believe that he could not beat him.

And Zhang Sanfeng was calm and breezy, leading two black ropes, the circle of his big arm was getting smaller and smaller...

"Not good!!!" Seeing this posture, Du Jie suddenly felt something was wrong, but it was already too late.

"You guys have to fight..." Zhang Sanfeng was violent suddenly, causing the two black ropes to collide with each other, "Just fight!"

There was another strange muffled sound, and two desperate masculine forces collided together.

At the same time, the two monks' jaws split open, their finger joints were shattered, Heisuo dropped his hand, and a mouthful of rotting blood spurted out.

"Sure enough, you are in the same heart." Zhang Sanfeng slowly picked up the long sword, "I have attracted you two dogs to eat each other. If one of you pulls back and the other doesn't, you can keep one. But you have the same heart, and you are afraid of hurting each other. It is to absorb the force at the same time. In the end, the force was not harvested, but each was injured by the other party."

The second monk's limbs are sore and weak, not to mention mobilizing his internal strength now, even after half a year of raising his internal strength, he might not be able to mobilize his internal strength anymore. After all, he is old, and he might not be able to bear such a devastating blow to his dantian.

"Demon... Dao..."

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

They don't believe that there is a "person" who can break through this formation within ten moves. In terms of moves, they each master the essence of Shaolin martial arts. Facing Zhang Sanfeng, how could he be like a child with no strength to restrain himself?

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

"Stupid, what you can't understand is crooked way?" Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slowly, ignoring the two monks, and walked out of the circle, "The poor way only used two points of internal strength. As monks, the three of you are actually defeated It's shameful to be proud of winning."

The last sentence destroyed the last line of psychological defense of the two monks. Their anger and reluctance made their scriptures chaotic, and finally they lost their minds and fainted.

Yang Xiao was fighting fiercely with the two great monks, seeing that Zhang Sanfeng defeated the main general so quickly, he immediately shouted: "Three donkeys are dead!! Bloodbath Shaolin!!!"

Everyone in the battle took a glance from the corner of their eyes and saw that although the three monks were still forming a circle, they were all lying there, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

In their eyes, Zhang Sanfeng has reached the status of a god, with the help of gods, there is nothing to be afraid of!

"kill!!!"

Looking at the Shaolin monks again, only a few rounds into the battle, the abbot Kongwen was injured, and the three monks died suddenly. Although no one said it, their moods have all dropped to the bottom. Since the founding of the sect, there have been countless catastrophes, and they have never been defeated in such a embarrassing manner.

Tian Boguang's helpers are all elite soldiers, and the number is several times that of Shaolin. Their morale is changing, and Shaolin monks are already in a state of defeat like a flood entering an ant's nest.

Kong Wen endured the pain in his leg, and was forced to retreat steadily by the Eagle King Yin Tianzheng. Next to him, Kong Zhi Kong saw that the two of them had little advantage against Yang Xiao, and Kong Xing was entangled by Wei Yixiao.

Kong Wen glanced at the fallen monks like dominoes with his peripheral vision, feeling unprecedented despair and weakness in his heart.

Although Zhang Sanfeng's words were aimed at Du Jie Du Nan, why wasn't he talking about Kong Wen himself?

Arrogant, seeking to win.

Facing Zhang Sanfeng like this, or even Yang Xiao like this, does he still have the capital to be arrogant?
As a monk, if you are not eager to win, why bother to fight?
At this time, he thought of Tian Boguang's several threats, all of which were full of confidence, dripping blood every word.Now Kong Wen finally knows that Tian Boguang did not make any false claims. If he wants Shaolin to be destroyed, he will really destroy it.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't say a single lie, if he could not fight, he would not fight—if he wanted to fight, he would fight to the death.

Who is dead is already in front of him.

With the arrival of Wei Yixiao, Linghu Chong, Mingjiao Wusanren, Ren Yingying and others, in just a few moments, two of the four great monks in Shaolin have been lost. As for the lesser monks, they were overwhelmed like cannon fodder.

Zhang Sanfeng stared at it, there was too much blood tonight, he couldn't help frowning slightly, this is not what he wants to see.

He raised his sword again, and shouted loudly: "Shaolin is the foundation of martial arts, put down your weapons, there is no need to fight any more."

Things have come to this, for Kong Wen, he has lost a lot of things, if he surrendered at the last moment, he would lose his reputation, and it is himself who is insane at this time.

"Don't be fooled by the demon way! If the demon way dies, my heart in Shaolin will never die. Shaolin vows to fight to the death!"

Before he finished speaking, he was hit by Wei Yixiao's sneak attack.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at it and sighed: "Either he is dull or arrogant, this kid has it all."

He paused, but he couldn't bear it in the end. Being stupid and arrogant is not a death penalty, so he ordered again.

"Handle lightly, catch as easily as you can, and save your life."

After all, he also joined the battle group, but he didn't go to kill the monk, but to save the monk sincerely.

Tian Boguang's gang of thugs are all gods of killing, both good and evil, how could Zhang Sanfeng not know.If they kill red eyes, I am afraid that Shaolin will really be wiped out.

Sure enough, the only ones who responded to Zhang Sanfeng's call were Wudang warriors, they had always made appropriate moves, only using the moves to control the enemy, not the one to kill the enemy.

As for the Mingjiao people and Tian Boguang's friends, they were naturally not so polite.

Mingjiao's way and Shaolin are not able to deal with it. Seeing that the leader Yang Xiao is jealous at this time, the congregation will spare no effort.The other Swordsman thugs, seeing Shaolin deal with Tian Boguang like this, even someone like Linghu Chong would not hold back.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed while saving people, and it was Tian Boguang who sighed, this little friend is still too murderous, and he brought all the people here...

In the backyard, Cheng Kun was surrounded by four people from the southeast, the northwest.

Fang Xian stood in Zhengbei, spit out bloody phlegm: "Have you ruined Shaolin, are you happy?"

Murong Fu held his sword straight to the west: "I just wanted to use you as a trial move."

Zhang Wuji stopped Zhengnan: "Cheng Kun, don't hurt yourself anymore, your life and your flesh don't belong to you anymore."

In the east, a long-haired old man stood trembling, not because of old age, not because of the cold, but because of excitement, because of resentment.

"For 22 years, it was hard to find me... so hard..."

Cheng Kun knew that it was a state of death, so he looked up to the sky and laughed sadly: "I can see you so stupid, I am so happy, so happy!"

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

"To overthrow Mingjiao, why did you kill 32 members of my family? How can you do it... how?" Xie Xun's voice trembled more and more. After he was blind, he could always see that scene. Come on, the walls of the house are covered with blood, and it is a miserable scene in the house where parents, wives and children are dead.

"Kill it, how about it?" Cheng Kun suddenly had no expression on his face, "Everyone in the world will die, and I will die, and you will all die. I killed others for my own sake. What is there to say?"

These words came out of his mouth like a theorem.

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

"What else can I do?" Cheng Kun smiled, "When junior sister dies, I die. If you kill me, it's just killing a dead person."

"Cheng—kun—!!!!!! You are not as good as a beast!!!" Xie Xun roared angrily, shaking the entire Shaoshi Mountain.

The lion king stepped down with one step, and made a big seal on the rocky ground, and his iron body smashed towards Cheng Kun like Mount Tai.

"Disciple, is it a one-on-one fight?" Cheng Kun's face turned hard, and he threw out the Thunderbolt Fist with his remaining right hand, and fought hard.

"I alone is enough! Eat all your flesh, drink all your blood!!" Xie Xun roared, and also threw out his thunderbolt fist.

The two fists faced each other with a muffled bang, 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 vicious, and he could tell at a glance that Xie Xun was not as good as Cheng Kun. He had studied the art of war and political strategy since he was a child, so he naturally knew the basic truth of besieging the few with heavy forces, so there was no need to take risks.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward to attack.

(End of this chapter)