The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

Even if he tried his best, Kong Wen would still kill Han Chen. Only in this way could he restore Shaolin's reputation and avenge the dead.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Under the orders of Abbot Kongwen, those Shaolin masters rushed into the other courtyard recklessly, and (Zhao's) directly killed Han Chen.

As early as when Master Yuanjue was killed, they couldn't sit still, but they didn't dare to act rashly without the abbot's decree.

Well now, the abbot finally gave the order.

shhhhhh...

Under the pines in the other courtyard, behind Abbot Kongwen, hundreds of monks, young and old, dressed in gray clothes and white socks, rushed towards him.

They were like a flood bursting a dike, and their eyes were wide open one by one.

Most of them are bare-handed, but there are also those who hold Jiedao, crescent shovel, and cooked copper sticks, and kill Han Chen with a murderous look.

"Kill Han Chen and avenge my uncle!"

"He doesn't have much real anger anymore, kill him!"

"With so many of us, we can kill him with energy!"

"To deal with this kind of person, there is no need to talk about morals."

Chapter 058: Abandoning the empty news, killing feast (11/15)

"No matter how many ants there are, it's still useless to shake the tree!"

Below the pines, Han Chen's expression was indifferent, he slashed down with his sword, and several hundred-year-old pines collapsed.

rumbling...

The luxuriant pine slammed down heavily, killing seven or eight ordinary monks immediately, and knocked down a bell tower. The huge copper bell fell to the ground with a loud bang, and killed another monk. monk.

The rest of the monks became even more enraged. They leaped over the pine branches and rushed towards Han Chen desperately. Han Chen slapped a few palms from the air, and the two old monks in the front were instantly killed by Bai Hong's palm force.

Kong Wen heard that the abbot's internal injuries hadn't healed yet, so he shouldn't go forward to fight again, so he shouted loudly from behind: "Kill Han Chen, get rid of demons and defend the way..."

"Kongwen, you are still the abbot of Shaolin. Don't you feel ashamed to let these people come up to die, but you stand behind and command?"

Whoosh!

The moment the voice fell, Han Chen had disappeared in place.

In the snowy sky, there were suddenly six white afterimages, and they charged towards Kongwen from six different directions. Each afterimage was a white-clothed blood sword, and it was hard to tell which one was Han Chen himself.

Puff puff!

While the afterimages of the six paths were rushing toward Kongwen at high speed, when they passed by Shaolin disciples, sword lights flashed out every time, and a sword sealed their throats, taking the lives of many monks.

The phoenix dances six illusions, and afterimages can also kill people.

The afterimages of the six paths flashed in front of Kong Wen in an instant, and they merged into one.

Swish!

Han Chen stabbed out with a sword, and the lightning rode toward the sky at a frighteningly fast speed, slashing towards Kongwen's throat.

How powerful the Fifteen Killing Swords are, Rao Kongwen was prepared, but he still couldn't dispel this stab.

At the juncture of life and death, he actually grasped the tip of the sword with his fleshy palm. Under the resistance of the authentic Shaolin internal energy, the tip of the sword deviated from the position of the throat.

puff!

Can Hong parted Kong Wen's right shoulder, drawing a sword mark as deep as bone!

However, Kongwen grasped the sword with bare hands, how sharp the broken rainbow was, five fingers were cut off on the spot, and fell on the snow, leaving only bare fleshy palms.

"She pawns to protect the car? Hehe, you have two tricks, but it's a pity that it's not enough."

Han Chen cast the "Longevity Jue", flipped his palm, and blasted at Kongwen heavily.

boom!

Kong Wen rushed out his palm to meet the attack, only heard a 'click', his entire left hand was snapped off, the bones pierced through the flesh, the wound was horrible.

All his martial arts are in his hands, now his hands are completely destroyed, and his martial arts are useless.

"Let me give you another ride!"

Han Chen's voice was cold and full of murderous intent, Can Hong stabbed lightly, and came to Kong Wen's throat, easily scratched his skin, drew a shallow bloodstain, and continued to stab deeply.

"Young man, please be merciful!" (bb)

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao suddenly jumped over, raised his palm, and sent Kong Wen flying away. At the same time, he raised the long sword in his hand to block the menacing Remnant Rainbow.

Swish swish!

Song Yuanqiao knew that Han Chen's swordsmanship was extremely good, so he didn't dare to keep his hand and used Wudang swordsmanship with all his strength.

He just wanted to make peace, so he only defended and didn't attack. After a few moves, danger abounded.

"Huh? Wudang faction?"

"What, you want to stand up for Shaolin?"

Han Chen looked at Song Yuanqiao with cold eyes, and the sword in his hand kept coming out. The swordsmanship was so fierce that Song Yuanqiao was forced to back up again and again.

"Young hero, don't misunderstand, Song has absolutely no malicious intentions."

Song Yuanqiao hurriedly resisted Han Chen's forceful attack, and said loudly: "Han Shaoxia, you and I are both righteous people, and you are the head of Emei Young Master. When we besiege the Demon Cult, we should focus on the overall situation, put aside personal grievances, and turn hostility into friendship."

His swordsmanship was no match for Han Chen, so he opened his mouth to explain at this moment, and suddenly lost the wind.

"The overall situation is the most important thing? You put it nicely, when Kong Wen wanted to kill me just now, did you ever think that the overall situation is the most important thing!"

While speaking, Han Chen cut off a strand of Song Yuanqiao's hair with a 'chi' sword, and the latter's heart skipped a beat.

From the beginning to the end, Song Yuanqiao was only defending, not attacking. If it wasn't for this, Han Chen would have turned him into a dead soul under the sword.

Cutting off a strand of his hair was to warn him not to meddle in his own business.

"Don't hurt my father!"

"Master brother, the seventh brother is here to help you!"

Song Qingshu, Mo Shenggu, and Yin Liting, seeing Song Yuanqiao's crisis, rushed into the battle circle and blocked Han Chen's long sword together.

Swish swish!

The sword light flickered in the battle circle, and the four of them fought.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao immediately shouted anxiously, "Qing Shu, Sixth Junior Brother, Seventh Junior Brother, stop quickly..."

Wudang and Emei have a deep relationship, and this time they responded to the call and came to Kunlun to encircle and suppress the demon sect, not to kill each other.

"With your strength, you dare to block me? I really don't know the heights of heaven and earth, get out!"

Han Chen turned his hands and slapped four palms, light or heavy, and bombarded the four Wudang people.

boom!

Song Yuanqiao was blasted away by the force of the palm, and took three steps back before he stood still, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

bang bang bang...

Song Qingshu, Mo Shenggu, and Yin Liting were not so lucky. Their bodies were like a kite with a broken string, and they smashed hard against the stone wall.

The stone wall collapsed with a bang, and the three of them fell to the ground, spurting blood, and they were already seriously injured.

"You three should be thankful that you didn't kill me just now, otherwise, you would be three corpses now!"

"Next time, I will never forgive you lightly!"

Han Chen looked down at Song Qingshu and the three of them with icy eyes, and said domineeringly and sternly.

With Han Chen's swordsmanship, it was easy to kill them.

"Thank you, Young Hero, for your mercy."

Song Yuanqiao sighed, bowed his hands to Han Chen, then came to the side of Song Qingshu and the other three, and took out the pill for them to take.

After Song Qingshu took the elixir, he was still in unbearable pain, so Song Yuanqiao had no choice but to light his sleeping point.

Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu's faces were pale, with blood at the corners of their mouths, they fell into the pile of rocks, unable to get up.

Song Yuanqiao came over to check the injuries of the two, sighed heavily, and said, "It seems that I, Wudang, cannot participate in this plan to encircle and suppress the Demon Cult."

The injuries of the two were very serious, their viscera and meridians were all damaged, even with internal strength to recuperate, it would take at least half a year to recover.

Wudang's strength has been greatly compromised, and this time the encirclement and suppression of Guangmingding is already powerless.

The fight between Han Chen and Song Yuanqiao was only two or three breaths away. At this time, Song Yuanqiao was seriously injured and retreated, and the Shaolin disciples immediately surrounded and suppressed them all.

"Han Chen, you seriously injured my Shaolin master, I will wait with you forever!"

"Shaolin is majestic and cannot be violated!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

Everyone in Shaolin flooded in like a flood, each of them struck fiercely, clearly wanting to die with Han Chen.

"Since you want to die so much, then I will fulfill you!"

The cold words, like rolling thunder, resounded through the entire Yuxu Peak.

Clang!

The Remnant Rainbow Sword flicked violently, and Han Chen turned into a white afterimage, rushing into the Shaolin crowd.

Puff puff!

Han Chen was like a hungry wolf rushing into the flock of sheep, no one could stop him, he slaughtered the disciples of Shaolin School like chopping melons and vegetables.

Although there are many Shaolin disciples, but the Holy Body of Suzaku and the sword are hard to hurt, they can't hurt Han Chen at all, they can only be killed.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, killing a Shaolin disciple, points +!"

"Ding, congratulations to the host, killing a Shaolin disciple, points +!"

"Ding, congratulations to the host, killing a Shaolin..."