Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 241

"Its shape is also as graceful as a frightened bird, and graceful as a swimming dragon."

Duan Yu behind Duan Zhengchun, since Li Qiushui appeared, his eyes are straight like his father's.

One couldn't hold back, and sighed.

Originally there was only the sound of fighting between Xiao Yuanshan and his son and Lingyan Xuannan, Duan Yu's opening immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Li Qiushui turned his wonderful eyes and looked over.

"If the shoulders are shaved, the waist is as plain as promised. The neck is stretched to show off the neck, and the quality is exposed."

Duan Zhengchun was about to speak when he heard Duan Yu utter another obscenity in a daze.

At this moment, Duan Zhengchun was sweating profusely on his back, he quickly got up and cupped his fists and said:

"The dog has no shape, I implore the fairy to forgive me!"

Behind him, Chu Wanli scratched his neck with one hand, covered his mouth with the other, and hurriedly dragged Duan Yu in,
Li Qiushui's words from afar just now, plus the lightness skill that flew over, revealed a lot.

This is what Duan Yu can say at will?

Maybe a group of them won't be able to return to Dali!
"Giggle, what a sweet little mouth."

Li Qiushui glanced at Duan Yu, covered his mouth and smiled coquettishly, then he seemed to think of something, then turned his head to Xuan Ji and said:

"Little monk, why don't you do it? Could it be that Fanxin was moved?"

"Amitabha! Donor be careful!"

Xuanji could tell at a glance that he was no match for this person, but at this moment he was already in a difficult situation, so in desperation, he could only raise his breath and sprint towards Li Qiushui, pointing out on the way.

"Hey~"

A burst of strength shot out from the fingertips.

72 Stunt skills, no phase robbery finger!
But Li Qiushui tapped his toes lightly, he had already avoided his strength, and then he waved his palm, and a powerful palm hit Xuan Ji's face straight.

Xuan Ji immediately gathered his five fingers together, and punched out the palm force that came at him.

But he saw that palm force suddenly changed direction in front of Xuan Ji, turned a corner and came straight to Dantian.

Bai Hong palm force!

Xuanji's face changed in shock, he had never seen someone who could change direction with the force he had already let go, and it was too late to change his moves, so he had to gather his true energy in a hurry, and lowered his left hand to protect the vital point of his dantian.

"click~"

The sound of bone breaking resounded!

With just one move, Xuanji's left arm lost its strength.

"cluck"

Li Qiushui stepped on gossip, figures scurried around Xuanji, and voices rang out from all directions.

Xuan Ji had no choice but to use his right hand to block with his left and right, and he was in a panic for a while.

"Amitabha!"

Following the sound of the Buddha's chant, an old monk holding a subduing magic pestle came out from behind Xuanci.

Huang Lin's eyes instantly turned cold.

When Wu Yazi and others were invited over, it was just in case.

Didn't expect to come this far.

This matter has become difficult!

He won't stay in this world for long, and Wu Yazi and the others are also old. If Shaolin doesn't beat them to the bone, after he leaves, before Shen Jie grows up, the life of the Xiaoyao Sect will be difficult. It will be better!

Thinking of this, Huang Lin stretched out his left hand.

Shen Jie held it up with both hands of Scarlet Phoenix and handed it to Huang Lin.

Seeing this, Xuan Bei, holding the Demon Subduing Pestle, stopped her right leg.

He faintly felt that if he took this step, something big would happen.

In the field at this time, Xiao Yuanshan and Lingyan in the distance were fighting inextricably.

In the middle, Qiao Feng and Xuannan were also at a stalemate, mainly because Qiao Feng didn't want to kill him.

But nearby, Xuan Ji had been injured in many places, and it was obvious that he couldn't last long.

After scanning around, Huang Lin stared at Xuanci and said slowly:
"Xuanci, if you commit suicide right here, Huang will immediately take someone down the mountain, and today's matter will be over, how about it?"

He wanted to get violent just now and abolish all the people of the Xuan family, but he dismissed the idea immediately.

Although the Xiaoyao faction can't be called decent, but he doesn't want to make everyone shout and beat him.

This time, the old affairs of Xiao Yuanshan and his son, the old affairs of Ye Erniang and Xuanci, these two things are not enough for him to make such a heavy hand.

At this moment, there are three tops on each side, Xuanji will be defeated sooner or later, if Xuanci is forced to commit suicide, the goal of damaging Shaolin's prestige will be achieved.

Hearing Huang Lin's words, Xuanci felt pain in his heart.

Why didn't he want to commit suicide earlier, but the matter has come to this point, and if he commits suicide because of Huang Lin's words at this time, Shaolin's loss will be even greater.

If all the tops in the temple come out together and win the battle with the opponent, then it's easy to say, after all, the rivers and lakes still rely on force to speak.

Even if they lose in the end and Shaolin's "human design" collapses, they can still be intimidated by the extreme force displayed for a period of time, and then use the methods in the temple to restore their reputation after some time.

At most, he and Lingyan were responsible for this matter.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Lingyan.

It was this uncle who meddled indiscriminately. Although he was saved from death, the current situation is too passive!

'Amitabha! '

After silently reciting the Buddha's name, Xuan Ci suppressed the anger in his heart, and then said to Huang Lin:
"This is the end of the matter, head Huang doesn't need to say more."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Bei held the pestle in his left hand, put his right hand in front of his chest, and saluted Huang Lin.

"Shaolin Xuanbei, please enlighten Master Huang."

"Master, let the nephew come!"

Su Xinghe spoke behind him.

Huang Lin raised his hand to stop him, he had already made a decision at this time.

"Little Jie'er, watch it!"

After speaking, he carried him into the arena and stood facing Xuan Bei four feet away.

At this time Xuan Bei has switched to holding the pestle in his right hand, while his left palm is standing in front of his chest.

And Huang Lin's right hand is empty on the hilt of the sword, his eyes are slightly closed, and his long hair moves without wind.

The two confronted each other for a long time, but they didn't see any action.

"Bang~"

The voice came from not far away.

Huang Lin moved when he heard the sound, but he didn't know what to do. He had passed a distance of three zhang.

At the same time, Xuan Bei also swung the magic subduing pestle in his hand forward, and a shadow screen immediately appeared in front of him.

"Zheng~"

The scarlet phoenix got out of its sheath, and a ray of light disappeared in a flash.

The screen fades away.

"Kangdang~"

The demon pestle fell to the ground.

A thin line of blood appeared on Xuan Bei's neck.

And the tip of the Scarlet Phoenix sword was also stained with blood.

"Hey~~Xuan Bei is crippled!"

Not far away, the people on Mount Shen laughed softly.

"Ah? Not dead?!"

Du Lingzi, the head of the Penglai School, was a little surprised.

With his strength, he didn't see clearly how Huang Lin made his move just now. Now he saw the blood on Xuan Bei's neck, and thought he was dead.

The man on Shenshan shook his head, but did not reply.

He could tell that the master of the Xiaoyao Sect had extremely high martial arts skills, the sword light just now seemed to be a move, but in fact, after slashing Xuan Bei's right wrist, it changed three times in the middle, and his feet also moved two steps.

It's just that the speed is too fast, it looks like it just rushed over and swung a sword.

"Acceptance!"

Huang Lin glanced at Xuan Bei expressionlessly, then retracted his sword and returned it to its sheath.

Xuan Bei looked at Huang Lin with a complicated expression, there were joy and anger in his eyes, and so on.

In the end, it turned into a sigh, and he bowed to the Buddha with one palm with his left hand and said slowly:

"Thank you for your mercy!"

After finishing speaking, he returned to the crowd, and drops of blood continued to drip from his right hand.

The Demon Subduing Pestle fell to the ground alone, looking so dazzling.

"Master Huang, pass!"

Xuanci's face was extremely ugly.

Although he couldn't mobilize his zhenqi, he still had eyesight, and he could tell at a glance that Xuan Bei's right tendon was injured.

Although it is not completely broken and does not affect daily life, it is no longer possible to use force.

"Yes? If my junior brother hadn't been merciful, the little monk would have been a corpse!"

Li Qiushui's lazy voice sounded beside Huang Lin.

The previous sound was the sound she made when she fell to the ground after knocking Xuan Ji into the air.

Seeing Xuanji's miserable state being carried back, Xuanci couldn't help but frown.

Both arms were broken, I don't know how many ribs were broken, and my face was bruised and purple.

He had never heard of this Li Qiushui, and he didn't know when such a master appeared in the Jianghu.

Things are getting tricky!

The Sutra Pavilion is located in the northwest corner of Shaolin Temple.

It is said to be a pavilion, but it is actually a five-storey five-couplet hall, covering an area of ​​quite a square, with carved beams and painted buildings, flying eaves and brackets, which is extraordinary in style.

Under the platform in front of the hall, an old monk with white beard and eyebrows was cleaning fallen leaves with a broom in his hand.

This person was dressed in a gray monk's robe and an off-white monk's hat. He looked like ordinary people. It was the white eyebrows that were a foot long that made him look quite extraordinary.

The old monk cleaned very carefully, and the noise from a distance didn't seem to affect him at all.

Until the moment when Huang Lin drew his sword, the old monk paused, stopped the broom in his hand and looked in the direction of the Daxiong Palace, and murmured:

"It's such a restrained breath, I didn't even notice it before."

Immediately, the old monk waved his sleeves, and the fallen leaves on the ground rolled into a pile and went straight into the dustpan in the corner.

"Ah~"

A sigh sounded, and the old monk disappeared here.

(End of this chapter)