The first among the heavens begins with martial arts

Chapter 143 Sweeping Shaolin
"Okay! It's all here, this will save you trouble!"

Qian Heng cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Let me ask, among you, is there anyone who opposes and supports Jin Jun, and is not against Yue Jiajun and Qiao Feng?"

The monks didn't speak, but a few couldn't help but glance at Xuan Ku.

With just this one glance, Qian Heng confirmed Xuan Ku's position.

"Bold, how dare you slander me, Shaolin Qingyu, I won't let you stay today!"

Du'e was furious. He didn't expect to hear Qian Heng revealing Shaolin's secrets as soon as he entered the hall. These things can be done in private, but they must never be made public.

Crossing the difficulty and crossing the catastrophe are connected with their minds. While Du'er was speaking, the three of them shot at the same time. The three black ropes were like life-threatening impermanence, and they were like a dragon.

The coordination of the three black cables is seamless and seamless, and their strength is entangled with each other. This attack is so ingenious that even a martial artist cannot take it.

Qian Heng sneered, slightly bent his middle finger, clasped his thumb, charged up, and three lightning bolts pierced the air and hit Heisuo.

The yin and yang qi exploded, breaking the three black cables inch by inch in an instant. If Sandu hadn't seen the situation and threw away his weapons, the qi of the serial explosions would have blown off the arms of the three of them.

With one move, the weapons of the three people with the highest Shaolin martial arts were broken, which shocked and frightened all the monks present.

"Amitabha!"

A hoarse and low voice sounded, and the sweeping monk stood up.

"In the pure place of Buddhism in Shaolin, why does the benefactor speak so much nonsense and insult the monks here?"

The sweeping monk was not well-known in the eyes of others, but he had the courage to speak at this time. Many monks thought of what Qian Heng said before, and secretly wondered whether this person's martial arts were higher than that of Sandu Patriarch?

Qian Heng said indifferently: "In the pure place, there is nothing but pickling. On behalf of the Buddha, I punish you guys who wear cassocks, knock on wooden fish, and proclaim the Buddha's name, but distort the scriptures, practice demons, and poison the common people. The demon Buddha, Shakyamuni Ni must applaud."

The viciousness of these words made all the monks present glared. If the previous two attacks hadn't failed, they would have rushed forward and let the young people in front of them know what not to say.

Seeing that the monks were filled with righteous indignation, Qian Heng said again: "Why, you seem to be still not convinced, if you didn't secretly help the Jin Kingdom, even if Lin'an was delayed, Yue Wumu would have wiped out the demon atmosphere long ago, and went straight to Huanglong. "

Fang Zheng coughed and said, "The benefactor doesn't understand the true meaning of my Buddha. All living beings are equal. No matter Song people, Jin people, or even Xixia and Liao people, they are all mortals. In the eyes of Buddha, there is no difference. They are all objects to be universally saved."

"So you can help Jin Guo with peace of mind?"

Fang Zheng smiled wryly, and explained: "How could this be so? It's just that Shaolin is in the territory of Jin Kingdom after all. If I fight against the imperial court, once the army arrives, my hundreds of years of Shaolin foundation will be wiped out. At that time, we will naturally be helpless." Yan sees the ancestors of the past generations."

"People say that the tongue is brilliant, and the sky is full of hype. I think Master Fang Zheng fully deserves this evaluation."

Qian Heng sneered again and again, "You can actually describe what you have done for 30 years as a last resort. You are treating me like a three-year-old child."

"For 30 years, the balance between the two of you has kept the Northland in chaos and chaos. Do you think I don't know about these things?"

Under the mysterious technique, Xuanci had already wiped out what Shaolin had done for decades, but Fangzheng thought that Qian Heng had just heard rumors somewhere and didn't know the truth very well, so he tried to deceive him .

"Alright, I'm not in the mood to listen to your excuses. I'm here to ask now, apart from Xuan Ku, who else among you objected and didn't participate in these stupid things?"

There was no need for everyone to answer, Qian Heng's condensed spirit was like a mirror, clearly illuminating the emotions in the hearts of the monks.

There was anger, shame, helplessness, fear, and doubt. All kinds of emotions came and went, which also made Qian Heng understand the position of the monks.

Except for Xuan Ku, there was no one who stayed out of the matter. Even though the sweeping monk didn't directly participate in it, he also agreed with Shaolin's 30 years of deeds in his heart.

"Very well, this way there will be no accidental injuries."

Qian Heng stretched out his hand, and a Bayeux Sutra in front of the statue of the World Honored One fell into his hands.

"Today, I will use Buddhist scriptures as a knife to sweep away the filth of this Buddhist gate!"

It seemed that it had suddenly turned back to deep winter, and the overwhelming cold swept across the entire Daxiong Palace in an instant. The sharp drop in temperature caused the air to shrink violently, and a large amount of water vapor was condensed into fine ice crystals, which spread throughout the space.

The candles all over the hall kept flickering, and the candles were refracted by the ice crystals, giving off colorful rays of light, setting off the whole world like nothing else.

The light of the knife flashed, and the free vitality between the heaven and the earth was instantly absorbed, increasing the power and range of the knife. It was obviously just a knife, but the knife energy almost broke through the Great Hall of Great Heroes and rushed outside the hall.

The overwhelming saber energy turned into a tsunami, sweeping towards the monks, trying to engulf them all.

The sharp saber aura is invisible and qualityless, but it has the lethality comparable to a physical sword. Countless cracks and knife marks appeared on the walls and floor of the Daxiong Palace, and the air became fragmented.

The sword technique like a natural disaster made all the monks look shocked, and they didn't even know how to defend to block the all-pervasive sword energy.

At this time, the monks who have practiced horizontal kung fu turned their internal energy far away to stimulate defense, while those who did not practice horizontally could only swing their weapons wildly, smashing away the most fierce direction of the saber energy.

Even Shaolin Sandu can only take care of himself, and can't help others at all.

Seeing that all the monks in Shaolin were about to be wiped out with a single blow, there was a roar of Vajra anger.

"Come behind me!"

The floor-sweeping monk clasped his hands together, and the energy in his body spread instantly, turning into a sea-fixing needle, which firmly protected the whole body for a foot, blocking most of the power of the startled glance, so that the knife did not achieve much effect.

"Good work!"

Qian Heng sighed in admiration, simply forcing out the invisible saber energy, it is really difficult to break through the protective energy of martial arts experts. Although the concentration of vitality between the heaven and the earth is increasing, it is still worse than the Fengyun world where the Aohan Liujue was born More than one trick, this set of unique skills still can't exert its due power.

"Second move, freeze three feet!"

Qian Heng still didn't step forward, but just waved the Bayeux knife, sending out icy knife energy. He was confident enough that even if he couldn't exert enough power, even if he only used the invisible knife energy to defeat the enemy, he could still destroy the opponent with three moves. .

The cold air that was frozen for three feet was even stronger, and the whole world seemed to have reached the polar region. Thick frost condensed on the beards of the monks, making their hands and feet cold and their Qi channels blocked.

A large number of ice crystals emerged in the air, and they were connected and spread, expanding along the ice slag on the person, absorbing the heat and temperature of life, completely freezing the person.

This move was originally the only defensive move of Aohan Liujue, but Qian Heng made a big change, using cold air as a knife, the cold air is continuous, and the knife air is also endless, silently cutting off the life of the enemy, turning it For ice sculptures.

This knife is more difficult to resist than the invisible knife energy. Even the sweeping monk can't protect the monks. He has no ability to raise the temperature of the space, so he can only let people rely on their own internal strength to defend.

Those with pure yang internal energy and profound skills are more resistant to this knife than ordinary people, but those with yin skills will not have the slightest resistance unless they have cultivated to the point where the yin and yang are born.

Fortunately, Shaolin Kung Fu is mainly masculine, and there are some monks who practice femininity. None of these masters practice yin kung fu, so they can still persist.

"This won't work, we have to fight back!"

Xuannan roared, he was already shivering from the cold, but his mind became clearer.

Frozen three feet, not a day's cold!
The biggest flaw of Frozen Three Feet is that it takes effect slowly, but if you don't defeat the opponent before the knife of cold air penetrates into the bone, this is not a flaw.

The monks also knew that Xuannan was right, but the master master couldn't even protect himself against this knife, let alone counterattack. At this time, except for Sandu and Sweeping Monk, the others couldn't even move their legs.

They can only pin their hopes on Sandu and the sweeping monk who suddenly appeared.

But Sandu Yeni Bodhisattva crossed the river, and it was difficult for him to protect himself. Although they had a certain degree of mobility by virtue of their deep internal strength, but they wanted to use some subtle moves, but there was no possibility at all, so they could only shake their heads with a wry smile.

"Ugh!"

The floor-sweeping monk suddenly erupted, and the icy wall surrounding him was shattered with a force as strong as a mountain and the sea. He stepped on the ground heavily, and the Daxiong Palace shook violently, even the eight-meter-high statue of the World Honored One jumped up.

The sweeping monk, who had obtained enough reaction force, was like a cannonball rushing out of the barrel, tearing through the air and hitting Qian Heng like destroying mountains and mountains.

He only landed one punch.

This punch is like the scorching sun at noon, shining brightly, illuminating the world.

It is as if the World-Honored One preached the Dharma, all the Buddhas praised, all spirits bowed their heads, and the evil spirits turned away.

Before the strength of the fist is reached, the great and strong fist intent has already dispersed all over the world, suppressing all evil spirits.

This is the Da Guangming Fist, Shaolin's first boxing method.

Hundreds of years ago, at the Huangshan gathering of the five major factions, the predecessors of Shaolin used this punch to win the title of the best punch in the world. One can imagine the power of this punch.

Qian Heng couldn't help secretly praising Shaolin still has a lot of good things, and the martial arts of the sweeping monk is definitely not inferior to Yan Nantian, but today he has made up his mind.

Frozen Three Feet ended, and the third move, Red Apricot in the Snow, appeared.

This knife is completely different from the domineering and coldness of the previous two knifes, but it is as warm and gentle as the spring breeze in February, as if spring has arrived inadvertently.

No matter how long the winter is, spring will always come, and no matter how hard the cold is, the weather will definitely warm up.

An endless power sprouted from the dead silence, pierced through the thick ice, and pursued towards the sun.

The temperature and energy absorbed by the ice were all injected into this knife. The unparalleled energy should have set off a huge storm, but it was firmly bound in the Bayeux knife, and no danger could be seen.

Sword and fist intersect.

The sweeping monk stood still, and the blade air as delicate as a cow's hair dismembered his fist layer by layer, rushed into his body, destroyed all his meridians and acupoints, but strangely did not hurt his flesh and blood .

At the same time, all the monks in the hall also fell to the ground one after another, and the aftermath of the red apricot in the snow had already swept them away.

After experiencing the extreme cold, the warm wind suddenly ushered in the thawing. The severe alternation of cold and heat is not something normal flesh and blood can bear. At this moment, they all have severe wind and cold, the kind that can't even stand up.

(End of this chapter)