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Then, without dodging at all, he faced the attacks of the two eminent monks in front of him, and the moment they attacked.

Bow from left to right, one person with one palm, and directly slapped to death. At this time, the flame knife had already landed on the top of Zhang Wuwei's head.

Flames splattered.

The eminent monk was overjoyed, no matter how high your kung fu is, you can chop the top of your head with a burning wood knife.

is doomed, unless
Before he could think of what to do, a hand stretched out from the flames and grabbed his neck firmly.

Pull him in front of Zhang Wuwei.

The eminent monk twisted left and right in horror, and his legs kept kicking back and forth.

But that hand, unmoved at all, still grabbed his neck like that.

The oxygen is getting less and less, and the monk's resistance is getting weaker and weaker.

Zhang Wuwei looked at him coldly and asked, "I don't know if I was the one who died today, would you all rush up and kill Kongxing?"

"Or, just stand aside and recite a few sutras with compassion, and that's it?"

Throwing down the eminent monk whose neck was cut off by him, shaking his head, he said in two crisp voices:

"Hmph, I just said that the bald donkeys in Shaolin are immoral, and they signed the papers."

"Look, you just killed one, and a litter came."

"Since you don't talk about Wude, then you should all stay."

Waving the golden iron fist, Zhang Wuwei thumped and ran towards everyone in Shaolin.

With one punch, a Shaolin monk's hands and arms burst directly.

With one kick, another Shaolin monk's chest collapsed.

With one move, one Shaolin eminent monk, and one punch, one Shaolin disciple, and soon the more than 30 monks brought by Kong Zhi were killed or injured.

Limbs and arms were broken, and the blood of the corpses was scattered all over the square.

There is no way, the king of right and wrong is not bad, it is hard to beat hard.

There are no moves and skills at all, so the death of Shaolin disciples is quite miserable.

Kongzhi put down the body of emptiness, he had already seen it clearly.

Don't look at Zhang Wuwei's strength, his physical defense is even more powerful.

But his moves are very, very weak, and he can only go on a rampage.

Then, as long as he avoids the heavy and ignores the light, with superb skills, he can defeat the strong with the weak.

You must know that in Shaolin, where there are many talents, he won the title of the four great monks.

He is also a genius among geniuses, although the gap between a master and a congenital is very, very large.

But if he succeeds, he will become famous all over the world if he is empty-witted.

The first move is to pinch the flower finger, and use clever strength to open Wuwei's heart.

Unmoved by Zhang Wuwei, he stretched his left hand into a five-finger outfit, held Kong Zhi's wrist, closed his right hand, and turned his body to take a palm shot.

Kongzhi thought in his heart, it really is so, it is really like the indestructible magic of Vajra, it does not hurt at all.

However, the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and with a shake of one hand, his wrist became extremely slippery.

He easily broke free from Zhang Wuwei's left hand, then turned slightly to the left, and took half a step, avoiding Zhang Wuwei's golden palm of his right hand.

With the circulation of true qi, the cassock spread out, and Zhang Wuwei's sight was instantly covered by the cassock subduing demon skill.

Then a move of Prajna Palm was imprinted directly on Zhang Wuwei's throat from the back of the cassock.

The corner of Kong Zhi's mouth rose again, thinking to himself: See if you're still alive?
"Boom" was another dull voice echoing.

Feeling wrong, Kong Zhi immediately turned over and backed away, surprised in his heart, is this not dead or hurt?

Is this even more powerful than the indestructible magic of King Kong?
The cassock was stretched out again, covering the line of sight, the body turned around, and walked around behind.

Both hands formed into claws, one grasped towards the big hole under the armpit, and the other grasped the fragile chrysanthemum between the two buttocks.

No matter how advanced one's martial arts skills are, these two places are also weaknesses, if not barriers.

Especially between the buttocks, it is more difficult to practice than between the legs.

When the strong wind came to his body, Zhang Wuwei only felt the chrysanthemums cool down.

This bald donkey is so vicious, sneaking up on a vital point?

He didn't even say attack here
Angry in his heart, he didn't care too much, and shouted: "Seven Injuries Fist."

In an instant, a golden fist pierced through the cassock filled with zhenqi, and imprinted on Kongzhi's dantian.

The seven strengths are either fierce, feminine, soft with softness, firm with softness, horizontal, straight, or retracted.

Kongzhi's dantian exploded, directly blowing his dantian.

Under the tremendous force, Kong Zhi flew high, raised his head and sprayed a long blood arrow.

Rolled to the ground, curled up like a prawn.

It is not a concept at all that the dantian where life and life are cultivated is blown up and broken.

One is piercing, the other is explosion, the power is beyond Japanese.

There are also seven forces constantly running around in Kongzhi's body, stirring up the meridians and hurting his internal organs.

Whoosh, whoosh.

After a while, Kongzhi gradually recovered.

But it felt dark on the top of my head.

It turned out that Zhang Wuwei walked up to him.

Kongzhi knew that he was doomed, but he still had the last fantasy. He was a Shaolin monk, and he really died in Wudang.

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't absolve himself of the blame, he struggled to prop up his upper body, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Putting his hands together, he pretended to be sympathetic and said loudly: "Nie Zhan, the poor monk was tricked by you today, but don't be delusional."

"The martial arts comrades and Shaolin friends who are here today will definitely announce what you have done."

"In the future, there will definitely be no place for you in the martial arts world."

"Death is imminent." Zhang Wuwei stretched out his golden palm with a smile, and raised it high: "You still dare to threaten me?"

Under the dazzling sunlight, the gleaming golden palm quickly fell.

With a "pop", it slapped Kongzhi's bald head.

However, the watermelon burst that everyone thought did not happen.

Everyone looked at Zhang Wuwei suspiciously, why is the golden body gone?

And this breath, how did it become a ninth grade again?

Too bad, is this stick of incense so fast?

Zhang Wuwei thought in his heart, but there was no panic on his face. He has been undercover for many years, and there is no emergency yet?
He touched Kongzhi's bald head with his left hand, patted again and said:
"To destroy your Shaolin today, it can be regarded as a bad breath."

"However, the day you Shaolin was here, I was very unhappy in my heart."

"Go away, go back and tell Shaolin that one year later, I, Zhang Wuwei, will definitely go to worship the mountain."

"For my parents, seek justice."

Kongzhi's heart, which had been ashamed, suddenly became alive when he heard this.

He actually asked me to report back?
Doesn't that mean that I can leave alive?

There is no doubt at all that Zhang Wuwei's lack of strength is the reason.

It was so powerful just now, who would have thought that it would only last for a stick of incense?
The joy on his face couldn't be concealed, he opened his mouth wide, and forced to pretend to be sad and indignant:

"Benefactor, you have entered the path of magic. I will come to Shaolin in the future, and I will help you to become a Buddha."

After all, he ignored Zhang Wuwei's answer, and walked away quickly, choking.

"Ding, get 1000 points of Demon Venerable."

Sure enough, Shaolin is still valuable, hahaha
Just when he was happy, Tang Wenliang stood up and pointed at Zhang Wuwei and asked, "Did you just use the Qishangquan?"