Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 701 Death of the Desert King

Nie Huangjie said gloomyly: "I will see how long you can hold on!"

Feng Feiyan yelled softly: "Nie Huangjie, my father suffered an internal injury, thanks to you being the master of the sect, you have the nerve to take advantage of others' danger." As he spoke, he pulled out a burst of energy and joined forces with his father to deal with Nie Huangjie.

Nie Huangjie sneered, and said: "You father and daughter teamed up, the power should be greater than that of a single person, I want to see what you can do to me." He strengthened his strength.

After a few efforts, he suddenly let out a "huh", jumped up, and released the "Blood Hand Divine Art" suddenly, and the King of the Desert and Feng Feiyan also released the "Devil Demon Art" and "Raksha Heart Sutra" at the same time. When the two energies converged, their strength instantly doubled.

Nie Huangjie was startled slightly, turned around, avoiding his strength, and said: "It turns out that your martial arts are complementary."

The King of the Desert laughed loudly, and said, "Nie Huangjie, although this king has suffered internal injuries, you can tell that you may not be able to gain anything by joining forces with this king and my daughter."

Nie Huangjie looked up at the sky, as if he was deep in thought. After a while, he glanced at the King of the Desert, and suddenly let out a strange laugh, and said, "It really is the tiger father who has no dog daughter. This god has killed so many of your subordinates, and his anger has long since dissipated. This god will let you go." After saying that, he put away the golden gun, turned around and left, although he walked very slowly, he disappeared after a while.

Seeing that Nie Huangjie had left, Feng Feiyan breathed a sigh of relief, and said with lingering fear: "The martial arts of ghosts and gods are indeed unfathomable, father, your injury..." Turning his head to look, he saw his father's face was terribly pale.

The King of the Desert sat down slowly, and said in a voice so old that Feng Feiyan felt sad, "Yan'er, this time father is really going to die."

Feng Feiyan squatted down, trying to send him internal energy, the King of the Desert shook his head, and said: "Yan'er, it's useless, even Da Luo Jinxian can't heal Dad's injuries, Dad can hold on till now, It's all because there are some things that haven't been explained."

Feng Feiyan bit her lip, not letting her tears fall, and tremblingly said: "Father..."

The King of the Desert looked back and just saw four guardians and three weirdos coming out of the forest. Although the seven moved slowly, they managed to save their lives.

The king of the desert thought of how beautiful he was when he came out, but now, most of his subordinates died, and he felt somewhat regretful, but these seemed too insignificant compared to getting a biological daughter.

"Yan'er, the three protectors are loyal to father. From now on, you must treat each other with courtesy and don't lose your temper. Father played some tricks earlier, but I think they will understand my painstaking efforts. They have been with me for many years. Father shouldn't have doubted their loyalty, but for your future, father..."

Although Feng Feiyan didn't want to let herself cry, she couldn't help crying after hearing her father's old and bitter words, and said, "Father, don't tell me, my daughter knows everything, and she will treat the three protectors as uncles and aunts." Yes, even the three personal guards of father, the daughter will treat them as her own brothers." He said, helping his father to lie down on the ground.

"Father has killed many people in his life, and he has many enemies under the tree. From now on, if you have nothing special to do, it is best not to leave the desert city. With Nie Huangjie's current martial arts, the Central Plains martial arts, I am afraid that no one can beat him." If you can keep him, you promise father that you will not step into the Central Plains until the Bloody Hand Sect is destroyed."

Feng Feiyan's heart was shocked, seeing the concern on his father's face, tears rolled down, and said: "Father, my daughter promises you."

The King of the Desert sighed: "I know you still miss that kid surnamed Fang, father can't help you, but father told you that there is a strange fate between people, if you still have fate with him Fate, sooner or later we will meet, if there is no fate, no matter how much you force, you will not be able to be with him."

After a pause, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, it was a kind of reflection before death, Feng Feiyan felt even more desolate when he saw it.

"Father has never believed in fate, but since he met you, he has believed it. This is really a dying person, and his words are good..." Speaking of this, his eyes were lax.

Feng Feiyan felt a great pain in her heart, and said: "Father, Yan'er is listening, you go ahead and keep talking like this."

Suddenly, the king of the desert didn't know where the strength came from. His eyes were wide open, and he held his daughter's hand tightly with both hands, saying: "Father... Father offended... offended the Holy Cult of Persia, you...you have to be careful!" ...Be careful of them..." Saying this in one breath, it was already the limit, his arms fell down weakly, his breathing stopped, and his eyes closed forever.

Feng Feiyan thought of the happy time with her father these days, her eyes blurred by tears seemed to see her father smiling at her, when big drops of tears rolled down her eye sockets, she saw her father lying flat on the ground, He would never open his eyes to look at her again, the grief in his heart could not be described in any words, and he forgot where he was.The four guardians and three weirdos who survived saw this scene from a distance, knowing that the city lord had really left this time, they knelt down facing the west together.

The Holy Mother stayed on the island for a few days and found a very strange thing. When she went out to play the piano with the three Fusang piano masters, Duan Chunfeng never went there except Ito Jiro.Before the sunset, when she was turning back on the big boat, Duan Chunfeng was always in a trance. When he asked him what was on his mind, he would use "how is it today?" "Did the old guy see you?" Class words prevaricate the past.

Since Duan Chunfeng went to the ** Tower with Sima Teng to grab some treasure last time, he seemed to be a different person. Although he also looked mysterious, his temper became more and more weird, and sometimes he would talk to himself.Especially one night, when she couldn't sleep, when she came out of the room to watch the night view of the sea on the deck, Duan Chunfeng stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the bright moon in the sky, with a deep thought on his face, if he was thinking about how to win Lingnan Yu The method of the scholar, but not quite like it.

Because, after these days of hard work, Lingnan Taoist priests seem to be moved by their "sincerity", and occasionally touch the piano to echo their piano sound.She is a master of piano, so she naturally knows the reason, as long as she is given some more time, Lingnan Taoist priests will definitely "take the bait".

Duan Chunfeng doesn't need to worry about this matter anymore, so why is he worrying about it?

On this day, the Holy Mother was determined to see what Duan Chunfeng was doing these days. After playing the piano for a long time in the mountains, she said that she was not feeling well and withdrew from the camp of playing the piano. The three Fusang piano masters did not doubt her and let her Going back to rest, Ito Jiro was extremely polite to her, let alone suspicious.

She went back to the boat and went to look for Duan Chunfeng. Unexpectedly, after searching for a long time, the other party was not on the boat. She asked the sailors and Fusang warriors, but no one knew where Duan Chunfeng went.Later, she still learned from the two masters of the Black Dragon Group that Duan Chunfeng had gone to the island to practice kung fu early in the morning. Heilong Group's first-class master.

"Why is Duan Chunfeng so diligent?" The Holy Mother couldn't figure it out. After passing by two hibiscus masters, she got off the boat and headed towards the island. swept away.

Because the Lingnan Taoist priest had issued a warning, no one dared to approach the mountain where he was. In this way, a mountain was saved, and the mountain where she and the three Fusang piano masters played the piano was not far away from the mountain where the Lingnan Taoist was. It was far away, and it was impossible for Duan Chunfeng to practice near them. In the end, there were only four hills left.

Just when she came to the third mountain, she faintly heard someone's voice in the west, she was overjoyed, and touched it quietly. There are many trees on the island, and she used the tree to avoid her body, and soon followed the sound came near.

I saw Duan Chunfeng standing not far away, holding a scroll of scriptures in his hand, and muttering some words that she couldn't understand.

The Holy Mother wondered, secretly said: "What kind of martial arts is he practicing?" Just as he was in doubt, Duan Chunfeng put the scriptures in his arms, looked up at the sky, and repeated: "Ashiluo Lujiye, written by Po Yiheng Shuobo .”

The Holy Mother saw that he looked a little foolish, and was slightly startled. She was about to call him out, but suddenly she saw Duan Chunfeng yelled strangely, raised one hand on his chest, and a strange force emanated from him, and the Holy Mother felt this force. Power, taken aback, immediately dismissed the idea of ​​making a sound.

The power emanating from Duan Chunfeng became stronger and stronger, and after a while, with him as the center, within a radius of five feet, it was completely covered by this power, and that power gave people a feeling of evil and righteousness.

"A Shiluolujiye, written by Po Yiheng Shuobo." Duan Chunfeng shouted loudly, raised his middle finger, pointed forward, and an invisible sword energy shot out through the air, hitting a rock, and then As he continued to increase his strength, he actually used his sword energy to start writing on the rock.

Seeing this, the Holy Mother wondered in her heart, "How did his martial arts grow so fast?"

It should be noted that even if it is the Vajra Finger of Shaolin Temple, if you want to write on the stone, you usually have to stick your finger to the stone surface. If it is an eminent monk who has cultivated for more than 100 years, it is very difficult to use the Vajra Finger from the air to write on the stone. But Duan Chunfeng actually used the "Xiaoyao Shenjian" to write from a few feet away from the rock. This level of cultivation can be said to be appalling.

Soon, the word "Duan" appeared on the rock, and just when Duan Chunfeng was about to write more, for some reason, his face suddenly became extremely ugly, cold sweat flowed out, and his body trembled slightly , I couldn't help chanting the weird sentence just now.

Seeing this sign, the Holy Mother knew that he had a sign of madness, and suddenly saw the other party jump up, and the palm that was often hidden in the sleeve suddenly pierced out, and a terrible force blasted out, knocking the rock to pieces. Smash, afterward, I saw him sprinting on the field, still chanting the words that the Holy Mother could not understand.

(End of this chapter)