The Southern Song Dynasty began with the apprenticeship of Huang Shang

Chapter 408 The mighty power
Monk Kong Ming grabbed the tip of the whip, Yun Zhongyan grabbed the handle, the two of them exerted their own strength, and they were at loggerheads.

Yun Zhongyan's expression changed suddenly, and he clasped a willow-leaf flying knife tightly in his palm, and shouted to Kong Ming: "Let go!"

As soon as Yun Zhongyan finished speaking, she flicked her hand, and the willow-leaf flying knife turned into a stream of light and shot towards Monk Kongming's face.

Monk Kong Ming's face remained unchanged, he said angrily: "You despicable villain!"

Monk Kongming raised his right hand, his fingers were like orchid fingers, he flicked the flying knife sharply, with a sound of "Dang", he flicked the willow-leaf flying knife with force and smashed it into pieces.

Monk Kongming made a wrong step, and pulled hard with the palm of the hand holding the nine-jointed whip, and immediately pulled Yun Zhongyan over.

"Uh!"

Yun Zhongyan suddenly felt his body lighten up, and uncontrollably flew towards Monk Kong Ming, his pupils shrinking continuously.

Monk Kongming's eyes widened with anger, like a King Kong with eyes of anger, and then he slapped out his palm, which immediately hit Yun Zhongyan's chest.

"puff"

Yun Zhongyan opened her mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, her body flew towards the ring like a kite with a broken string.

"boom"

The smoke and dust splashed everywhere, and Yun Zhongyan immediately rolled his eyes, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Zhuang Ding of Guiyun Zhuang hurried up to the stage and carried Yun Zhongyan down.

Everyone in the arena looked at Monk Kongming who was still standing on the arena.

In the stands, Master Yideng narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Monk Kongming, nodded, and said to Juetian, "Master Juetian, I didn't expect the disciples of your temple to have such high martial arts skills at such an age. ah!"

"Amitabha!"

Juetian said proudly: "Senior, you are absurd!"

Although Juetian said so, he still looked at Kongming and nodded in satisfaction.

"Master Juetian!"

At this time, Yang Chengye suddenly asked Juetian: "I wonder if I know Jueyuan from your temple?"

Juetian originally didn't want to pay attention to Yang Chengye, but now he was in a good mood, squinted his eyes, and replied indifferently: "Junior Jueyuan stays in the Sutra Pavilion all the year round, and the poor monk has very few opportunities to meet Junior Brother Jueyuan."

Yang Chengye nodded, and then asked: "I have met Master Juexin of your monastery once, how is he?"

When Yang Chengye mentioned Juexin, his eyes gradually turned cold.

Juetian didn't expect that Yang Chengye would mention Juexin, and his purpose of going down the mountain this time was to find Juexin and bring him back to Shaolin Temple, but now there is news about Juexin, which is in Shangjing in the Kingdom of Jin.

Juetian originally planned to go directly to Shangjing, but when he heard the news about the martial arts conference held here, he decided to take a look first.

When Juetian heard Yang Chengye mention Juexin, his eyes turned cold, he didn't answer, but stared at Yang Chengye, and said sharply, "What's your relationship with Juexin?"

Yang Chengye said lightly: "It's nothing to do, I have some grievances with him, if Master knows about him, you might as well tell me next time."

Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong and Master Yideng also looked at Yang Chengye.

Zhou Botong asked gossipingly, "Brother Yang, what kind of grudge do you have with that bald donkey?"

Yang Chengye roughly narrated the matter between himself and Juexin, and finally gritted his teeth: "There has been no news of him these years, otherwise..."

After listening to Yang Chengye's narration, Juetian's complexion became more and more ugly. Juexin is a traitor of Shaolin Temple, which is a disgrace to Shaolin Temple. I didn't expect Yang Chengye to say it face to face, and he couldn't hold it anymore. However, Hong Qigong and others It's not easy to happen now.

Juetian didn't understand who Yang Chengye was, who could make Hong Qigong and others protect him like this, suddenly Juetian seemed to think of something, and sneered in his heart.

At this time, several people in the arena came up to fight with Monk Kong Ming for a few rounds, but without exception, they were all beaten down by Monk Kong Ming, and the most serious one was broken by Monk Kong Ming.

Monk Kongming stood proudly on the ring, scanning the crowd, waiting for someone to compete again.

"Master, you are all fellow martial artists, your attack is too heavy!"

At this time, a voice sounded, and then Xiongwu, who was carrying a thick-backed sword without a sheath, suddenly stepped onto the ring.

Monk Kongming looked at Xiongwu and said calmly: "If you are not good at learning skills, injuries are inevitable!"

"Humph!"

Xiongwu snorted coldly, and said: "Since that's the case, then I'll ask you for advice from the eminent monks."

As Xiongwu spoke, he slowly drew out the thick-backed sword behind his back.

Monk Kong Ming remained as motionless as a bell, with a calm expression and one palm on his chest.

Xiongwu was no longer polite, and he swung his sword at Monk Kongming head-on, a huge sword light mixed with an indomitable momentum, cutting through the air and slashing at Monk Kongming head-on.

Just when the blade light came, Monk Kong Ming also moved, but he didn't retreat or dodge, but rushed towards the blade light, and at the same time clawed his hands, tearing towards the huge blade light.

The huge saber light was torn apart under the claws of Monk Kong Ming like paper.

Immediately afterwards, Xiong Wu and Kong Ming fought together, the swords flashed and the claws shadowed. The two fought fast.

"Who is this? The saber technique is so exquisite that he can be on par with Master Kong Ming?"

"When did such a master appear in the Jianghu?"

"Look at that saber technique, it's really domineering!"

There was a lot of discussion in the arena, they didn't know Xiongwu, and they all guessed his identity.

After a hundred moves, the two were still on par, and countless knife marks and claw marks appeared on the ground of the ring.

"Dominate the world!"

Suddenly, Xiongwu yelled violently, his body floated up in the air, he raised his big knife high, and slashed at Monk Kongming's head. The huge light of the knife seemed to come from the sky, dividing the space into two.

Monk Kongming's eyes were wild, his body emitted a faint Buddha's light again, and a three-foot-tall Vajra phantom appeared behind him.

As Monk Kongming raised his palm, that Vajra also raised his huge palm, grabbing for the huge sword glow.

"thorn"

The Vajra palm was so powerful that it instantly tore the sword light into pieces.

Suddenly, Xiongwu kicked Monk Kongming's chest with both feet.

Monk Kongming shrank his eyes when he saw the sudden shadow of legs, but it was too late for him to resist.

"bang bang bang"

The shadow of Xiongwu's legs seemed to cross the space, and instantly kicked Kong Ming's chest.

"puff!"

Monk Kongming spit out a big mouthful of blood immediately, and his body fell on the ring.

"you…………"

Monk Kongming fell to the ground, and the King Kong phantom had disappeared without a trace, pointing at Xiongwu.

Xiong Wu whispered to Monk Kong Ming: "Do you think I only know sword skills?"

"Actually, my legs and punches are not weak either!"

"puff!"

Hearing this, Monk Kong Ming could no longer hold back the swell of Qi and blood in his body, and spewed out another mouthful of blood, no longer able to resist.

Zhuang Ding of Guiyun Zhuang came to the stage again and took down Monk Kongming.

"Where did the little thief come from, dare to sneak attack?"

Juetian in the stands saw Xiongwu defeating Kongming, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

(End of this chapter)