The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

Kong Zhi glared at Han Chen, and shouted sharply: "You are too lawless!"

He asked Han Chen to let him go just now, but Han Chen not only refused to let him go, but killed Xian Yutong instead. He didn't take him seriously at all. Now he was furious, and he was about to do it.

"Lawless? I haven't settled with you yet, but you still dare to act fiercely!"

Cold and powerful words sounded.

Han Chen's eyes were full of deep cold, staring at the Shaolin eminent monk in front of him, his whole body was filled with true energy.

Just now, Kong Zhi said that Han Chen was a heretic, and even Emei was humiliated. It's time for Han Chen to settle this account with him.

"Emei is majestic and cannot be violated!"

"Xian Yutong is dead, now it's your turn!"

His right hand suddenly formed a palm, and the palm of his heart was surging like a white rainbow in the sky. Han Chen looked at Kong Zhi, and slapped it out with great force.

boom!

Bai Hong's palm strength is like a long rainbow in the blue sky, passing through the flying snow all over the sky, and galloping straight to Kongzhi.

Bang! !

Kong Zhi yelled, his feet slammed on the ground, the blue bricks shattered, his feet sank deep below the ground, and he immediately stabilized his horse gait.

Suddenly, he put his hands together into palms, using pure Shaolin internal energy, and slapped the flying white rainbow with his palms.

Prajna palm!

This is one of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills. It has pure palm strength and is fierce and invincible. It is a superior martial art for subduing demons. Few people practice it.

Among the four great monks in Shaolin, this Kongzhi has the highest talent.

Of the seventy-two special skills, he has mastered eleven of them!

"It is said that your martial arts, Han Chen, are superb, but in my eyes, you are nothing more than that!"

He is one of the four great monks, possesses authentic Shaolin internal skills, and is proficient in eleven unique skills. He is very conceited and doesn't take Han Chen seriously.

"No!" Someone exclaimed suddenly.

I saw that Bai Hong's palm force turned a corner halfway, it was originally aimed at Kong Zhi's chest, but instead attacked his right shoulder, Kong Zhi tried his best to defend his chest, who knew that this palm force could change direction.

"What!" Kong Zhi was shocked.

It was already too late for him to change his tactics.

Bang!

Bai Hong slapped Kong Zhi's shoulder heavily with her palm, making a muffled sound.

Kong Zhi got a palm on his shoulder, his face turned pale, and he took several steps back before he stopped. The power of Bai Hong's palm is so powerful. If he hadn't had some attainments in "Vajra's Immortal Physical Skill", this shoulder would probably have been crushed. Useless, but even so, he still received some injuries, and the blood in his body was surging endlessly.

"What kind of palm is that? It can actually turn!"

"It's definitely not the martial arts of the Emei School."

"One move hurts the monk Kongzhi, what kind of cultivation is this!"

Seeing that Kong Zhi was hit by Han Chen's palm, the rest of the world widened their eyes. Han Chen seriously injured Kong Zhi with one move, and they were all shocked.

"Is this the so-called Shaolin monk's ability? It's so disappointing!"

Han Chen snorted coldly, and strode towards Kongzhi.

Every step he took, his aura increased by one level. After two steps, his aura was like a dragon and as tyrannical as a mountain.

swish swish...  

"The Shaolin Dharma hall is here, Han Chen, don't you want to hurt Uncle Kongzhi!"

Before Han Chen walked in front of Kongzhi, five old monks jumped out of the Shaolin crowd, lined up, and stood in front of Kongzhi.

In the violent wind and snow, five old monks had wrinkled faces, piercing eyes, and profound internal skills. They stared at Han Chen angrily, with murderous intent in their eyes.

Behind them, several other Shaolin masters came to Kong Zhi, fed him pills, and helped him heal his injuries.

Looking at these five old monks, Song Yuanqiao's eyes flashed, "He is a master of the Bodhidharma Academy!"

There are nine eminent monks in the Shaolin Dharma Academy, and the nine monks are from the same sect. They are like brothers and sisters, both kind and loyal.

On the same day, Han Chen killed four old Bodhidharma monks in Yueyang Tower, and now these five people came out with a murderous look, on the surface they came to protect Kong Zhi, but in fact, they were afraid they wanted revenge.

"Han Chen, you killed me, Yuanye, Yuanzhi, Yuanxin, and Yuanhui. Their hands are covered with blood. Today, we will act for the heavens!"

"Senior brother, what are you talking about, kill him first!"

"kill!"

shhhhhh...

The five old monks rushed forward at the same time, or punched, or extended their fingers, or split their palms, and ruthlessly attacked Han Chen's vitals. They were all the most ruthless killing moves, without any mercy at all.

Although these five people's martial arts attainments are not as good as Kong Zhi's, they are only slightly inferior, and they are connected with each other, so it is really dangerous for the five people to join forces.

"How ironic, to say that my hands are covered in blood?"

"Which one of you hasn't killed someone? Which one of you hasn't had blood on your hands? A group of sanctimonious things! They are in vain for Buddhists!"

groan! !

A pleasant chanting sound suddenly resounded throughout the entire Yuxu Peak.

The blood-red Remnant Rainbow Sword flew out of the scabbard with a swipe, and the sharp and scarlet blade was completely exposed to the air, showing it to everyone in the Jianghu. (bbb)

Han Chen finally drew his sword.

Swords are used to kill.

Swish!

A sharp blood-colored sword light, like a flying rainbow across the sky, flashed past Yuanyin's throat, and immediately, a gorgeous blood flower burst out from his throat.

The blood, sprinkled on the white snow, is extraordinarily beautiful.

Pfft!

Yuanyin fell down in the snow, clutching her throat tightly with her right hand, her eyes widened like dead fish's eyes, full of fear, unwillingness, and inconceivable.

Han Chen's sword is too fast.

Before he could see clearly, his throat was sealed with a sword.

"Junior Brother Ninth!"

"Junior Brother Ninth!"

The other four old monks in the Bodhidharma hall opened their angry eyes, their faces became very ferocious, and they rushed towards Han Chen like crazy.

Swish!

In the flying snow, the lingering Changhong flashed past again.

The Remnant Rainbow Sword disappeared in a flash, taking another life away.

With a thud, Yuankong lay down in the snow, blood shot from his throat, his eyes protruded, exactly the same as Yuanyin's death.

In an instant, two of the five eminent monks in the Bodhidharma Hall died!

"Murderers, people will always kill them!"

When they shot to kill Han Chen, they should be prepared to be killed.

Now that Han Chen's sword is out of its sheath, he will not show mercy. He will erase all the existences that disgust him.

Looking at the two corpses on the snow, the experts from various factions who were watching were shocked at the moment.

They finally saw Han Chen's horror with their own eyes.

"Nephew Yuankong!"

Kong Zhi's eyes were full of fright and anger, he glanced at Han Chen, and roared angrily, "Han Chen, I will die with you!"

Shaolin's holy medicine for healing, Xiao Huan Dan, really has miraculous effects.

Kong Zhi, who had suffered some injuries just now, was alive and well at this moment. He rushed to Han Chen again, and cast the incomparably fierce "Wei Tuo Palm". He didn't defend, but only attacked.

"To die together? It's up to you, I'm afraid you don't have the qualifications!"

Han Chen sneered, split Yuanxiang with a sword, and flew over to chop Kongzhi, Yuanjue and Yuannian rushed to meet him, Yuanxiang also returned to the battle group, including Kongzhi, the four Shaolin masters teamed up, the figure flickered, really Furious, he fought with Han Chen.

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, there was a blizzard and snowstorm, and Han Chen's sword qi was raging. He fought alone against the four masters of Shaolin, but he didn't lose the slightest bit of wind. His sword skills were shocking.

Song Yuanqiao watched the fierce fighting in the arena and felt that this was not right.

"It can't go on like this!"

Han Chen is the head of Emei Shaomen, and the four masters of Shaolin besieged like this, no matter who wins and loses in the end, the righteous way will be greatly injured, and instead, the demon sect will be fulfilled.

Immediately, he came to Abbot Kongwen and said: "Master Abbot is merciful. We have already killed and injured several people before we besieged the Demon Cult. If we continue, the consequences will be unimaginable. Besides, it is inevitable that we will bully the few with more." It's a mouthful, please stop as soon as possible!"

Song Yuanqiao is fair and unbiased. He wants to take care of the overall situation and resolve this vendetta.

"give up?"

Abbot Kongwen glanced at Song Yuanqiao, slammed his tin staff on the ground heavily, and snorted, "Hero Song's words are wrong. This Han Chen is cruel by nature. He killed many masters of Shaolin with vicious methods. How can this old monk let him go!"

"To deal with this kind of person, there is no need to talk about the morals of the world. It's okay to bully the little with more. If it doesn't work, I will do it myself."

Song Yuanqiao was startled when he heard the words, how could the abbot Kongwen be so obsessed with being an eminent monk, but after thinking about it, he understood that Shaolin Temple suffered heavy casualties, Kongwen would not be angry, he could only sigh and leave.

Swish!

There was a flash of sword light in the field, and an arm flew up.

"My hand! My hand!"

Yuanxiang yelled in pain, his right arm had been cut off, dripping with blood.

Before his screams stopped, a fierce sword light suddenly flashed, and the remnant rainbow pierced the flying snow all over the sky, like a flying rainbow cutting across the sky, rolling up endless wind and snow.

puff!

When the sword light converged, Yuan Xiang had already fallen on the snow.

At the position of his throat, a fine sword mark slowly spurted blood, taking away all vitality.

Han Chen beheaded Yuanxiang with a sword.