The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

Standing quietly on the top of the tree, a gust of wind blows, and the body follows the branches, ups and downs. The terrain here is extremely high, and you can look down on the whole situation of Shaolin.

The residents at the bottom of the mountain have already fled, and Shaolin Temple has already received news that the enemy army will come in no time. At this moment, all the monks of the temple show up and stand neatly in front of the mountain gate of Shaolin, ready to fight.

The Shaolin Temple team is not small, there are about two hundred ordained monks, all of them are young disciples, their martial arts attainments are not high, there are only a handful of old monks, only seven or eight.

There are quite a lot of lay disciples in various costumes, at least seven or eight hundred.Shaolin disciples are all over the world, this sentence is really true.

In front of these people, there were three old monks with withered faces sitting impressively.

These three old monks were skinny and dying, but their eyes were piercing, their inner strength was high and superb, each of them held iron chains in their hands, and they sat in a triangle.

"As expected of a thousand-year-old temple, the background is really extraordinary. After being massacred by me twice, there are still so many people."

"It's a pity that just relying on these mobs, even if there is a Vajra Subduing Demon Circle, it is far from enough."

Han Chen, who was standing on the tree, couldn't help shaking his head and sneering after thinking about this.

King Kong subduing the magic circle is strong, but it can't stop tens of thousands of troops.

"...Huh? The rebels are here?"

Han Chen practiced the formula of longevity, and his five senses were extremely sensitive. Standing on the top of the mountain, his vision was extremely wide. He noticed the rebel army as soon as they arrived at the foot of Songshan Mountain.

"A good show is about to be staged!"

Raising his neck and taking a sip of strong wine, Han Chen sat and watched the fierce fight between Shaolin and the rebels with great interest.

In front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Due looked at a big tree in the distance with one eye. Seeing the young man in white on the top of the tree, he gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Han Chen, the thief, is here!"

The hatred between Shaolin Temple and Han Chen was as deep as the sea, and he couldn't help but hate.

Du Jie next to him said: "Senior brother, don't get angry. Standing on a tree and drinking, it seems that he has no intention of making a move. It's more like watching the fire from the other side."

Du Nan nodded, "Brother Du Jie, what you said is true."

He also saw that Han Chen had no inclination to make a move, otherwise, he would have killed Shaolin a long time ago, how could he wait like this.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the sound of thousands of troops rushing to thunder came from the foot of the mountain.

Shaolin Sandu was startled suddenly, knowing that the enemy army was coming, the momentum seemed to be huge, it could be seen that there were many soldiers and horses, his brows frowned immediately.

Du'e shouted loudly: "Listen, all disciples, since ancient times, evil has prevailed. These thieves are trying to destroy my Shaolin. We will fight to the end. There is only one monk left, and we will never bow our knees and surrender!"

"The disciple respectfully abides by the decree of the master's uncle!"

More than a thousand Shaolin monks, regardless of seniority, clasped their hands together, with tragic expressions on their faces, and respectfully replied to Du'er.

"These Shaolin monks do have a bit of backbone, but it's a pity that they are extremely pedantic. Even if the Buddha comes, he can't save them."

Chapter 143: Shaolin is tragic, self-inflicted can't live (2/3)

rumbling...

The ground shook, and the smoke and dust flew up!

In front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, a large number of soldiers and horses rushed in like a tide, tens of thousands of people lined up in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple.

"Huh? Vajra Subduing Demon Circle?"

In front of thousands of troops, Cheng Kun was dressed in Confucian clothes, holding a feather fan, and looked at the three old monks with cold eyes.

He used to live in Shaolin, under the pseudonym Yuan Zhen, of course he knew Shaolin Sandu.

"Hehe, what about the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle? Anyone who stands in my way will be killed!"

Cheng Kun looked at Sandu in the distance, with a hint of viciousness on the corner of his mouth, he waved his feather fan fiercely, "The whole army obeys the order, smash Shaolin Temple for me, kill!"

He led the army here today to wipe out the Shaolin Temple, he didn't talk nonsense at all, he directly ordered the war to start.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

With an order, the tens of thousands of elite soldiers behind Cheng Kun roared and rushed out.

These are elite soldiers who are used to fighting, each of them is like a wolf and a tiger, drawing out their sharp long knives, like a flood, rushing towards the Shaolin Temple.

Seeing the enemy aggressively invading, Du'er yelled immediately, "Shaolin disciples obey orders, protect Shaolin, and kill demons!"

"Kill!!"

A thousand Shaolin disciples rushed out immediately, some with cooked copper sticks, some with Jiedao, and some with crescent shovels, all risking their lives to charge towards tens of thousands of enemies.

In an instant, the two groups of people collided with each other.

Puff puff……

The muffled sound of a sharp weapon cutting into the body.

clang clang...

The loud noise of the knife and stick colliding violently rang together in an instant.

The melee of tens of thousands of people kicked off in front of the Shaolin gate. At every moment, some Shaolin disciples fell and some rebels died.

Sandu didn't just sit still, he waved the iron chains together, and unfolded the vajra subduing demon circle.

Boom boom boom!

The three thick iron chains were slammed open, and the rebels who stepped into the demon circle were bloody and bloody.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a black afterimage floated silently behind Du E, pointed out a finger, and poked Du E's vest.

"Really!"

Du Jie, who was standing opposite Du E, was startled when he saw the sneak attacker, and then reminded loudly, "Brother, be careful!"

Du Exiu was extremely tall, and he had already sensed the cold wind coming from behind. At this time, he let go of the iron hand with his right hand, stood up and made a palm, and slapped the back with one palm.

boom!

When Buddhism's "Mountain Sumeru Palm" met Cheng Kun's phantom Yin finger, the air exploded, sand and rocks flew, and both of them flickered.

"Hehe, the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle is nothing more than that."

Cheng Kun smiled coldly, drifted back, and did not forget to glance at a certain big tree (bbb) in the distance, and looked at the young man in white on the canopy, with a flash of resentment in his eyes.

After Cheng Kun made such a move, Du'e let go of the iron chain, and tens of thousands of troops rushed into the formation. He was trying to get back the iron chain, but it was impossible.

The Vajra Subduing Demon Circle is broken!

Shaolin Sandu's face was livid, so he could only use his martial arts and rushed into the enemy group to fight.

The three of them have superb martial arts skills, every move and style can kill people.

It's a pity that there are too many enemy troops, and if the true qi is exhausted, they will not be able to kill them all. However, more and more Shaolin disciples will die more and more. This is not the way to go.

Now that the enemy is outnumbered, Du E has no choice but to shout, "All disciples obey the order, retreat into the temple for the time being, and go!!"

"Yes, Uncle Shi!"

Many Shaolin disciples were killed or injured, and the seven or eight hundred people who survived all agreed loudly.

After more than fifty Shaolin stick monks gave up their lives, the rest of the disciples retreated into the temple one after another.

Whoosh whoosh!

A round of crossbow arrows shot up, leaving behind the broken stick monks, who immediately turned into hedgehogs and all fell down.

"kill!"

"Rush into the temple and kill these bald donkeys!"

More than [-] rebels, like fierce tigers descending from the mountain, charged fiercely into the gate of Shaolin Temple.

The gate of this temple is very narrow, it is not easy for a large army to advance, several lieutenants led people to push down the courtyard wall, the large army rushed into Shaolin Temple, massacring Shaolin disciples frantically.

It was just tea time, and the temple was filled with blood.

Whoosh!

Han Chen above the canopy of the tree, with the jug in his hand, stepped away from the top of the tree.

The person was in mid-air, with his left and right feet relying on each other, and after a few times of vacating, he stood on the roof of the Daxiong Hall in Shaolin Temple.

"Hehe, it's forgivable for God to do evil, but you can't live if you do evil yourself!"

Standing proudly on the top of the roof, looking at the brutal fight below, Han Chen had a full smile on his face. Shaolin Temple fell into today's field, it is completely self-inflicted, and no one else can blame it.

Back then on Wudang Mountain, Zhang Zhenren intended to form an alliance with the three factions, but unfortunately, this opportunity was given up by the Shaolin faction.

Now Shaolin Temple is isolated and helpless, all that awaits it is its demise.

Cheng Kun stood in the center of the rebel army, holding a feather fan, with a cold light in his eyes, and shouted loudly: "I will kill them all and steal all the secret books in the Sutra Pavilion. Once this battle is over, I will reward the three armies for meritorious service!"

"The military division is wise!"

"Kill kill kill!"

Hearing Cheng Kun's words, the rebels became even crazier. If they wanted to make meritorious service, they had to kill a lot of enemies.

Puff puff……

Blood-stained long knives slashed at the Shaolin disciples mercilessly. The broken limbs piled up all over the ground, and blood splashed in the air. Shaolin disciples died more and more, and there were only more than [-] people left.

Shaolin Temple was originally a place of pure Buddhism, but now, it has become a purgatory on earth where there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Uncle Master, let's surrender, if we fight like this, no one will survive!!"

A young monk who had lost his right hand held his severed hand and begged Du E in front of him in a crying voice.

There is only one life, and no one wants to die.

Especially when a disaster is imminent, I am even more eager to survive.

"shut up!"