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Chapter 172

Ten days ago, in the Great Hall of the Shaolin School, amidst the incense smoke, Kong Wen held a bamboo sign tightly with one hand, frowning.

In the main hall there are only emptiness and emptiness.

The bamboo was given to him yesterday by Zeng Xiaoniu, the son of Zeng Daniu, who was in charge of delivering melons, fruits and vegetables to the Shaolin faction. He said that a big brother with a sword asked him to deliver it, and he also gave him a tael of silver as a reward. .

There are only twelve characters on the bamboo raft.

The first ten are: Surrender Yuanzhen, otherwise, your mountain gate will be destroyed.

The signature is: Suning.

Zeng Xiaoniu also said that the elder brother said that he would give the answer at [-]:[-] noon tomorrow, otherwise he would come to visit.

Kong Wen's face was full of anger, and with one hand he exerted force, the bamboo card was crushed by him immediately.

Kong Zhi shook his head and said, "Brother, why are you bothered? Since Suning wants us to hand over Yuanzhen, we can just hand it over."

For Kong Zhi, for the future of the Shaolin School, Yuan Zhen, as a disciple of the Shaolin School, has to sacrifice his life for benevolence, my Buddha is merciful.

Kong Zhi smiled bitterly and nodded.

"Uncles, do you really think that you can save the Shaolin School by sacrificing Yuan Zhen alone?" Cheng Kun suddenly walked in at this time.

Beside him, there was a short-haired monk about 50 years old, his face was purple, and his eyes were slightly squinted. When he opened his eyes, Kong Wen and Kong Zhi felt that the purple air was coming from the east.

"Who is this master?" Seeing the detached demeanor of the short-haired monk, Kong Wen asked curiously.

The short-haired monk smiled disdainfully.

Cheng Kun smoothed things over and introduced him respectfully: "This master is the national master of the Yuan Dynasty and the number one master of the Yuan Dynasty, Master Daba."

"Dog tartar." When Kong Zhi heard that he was the Yuan Dynasty imperial teacher, his tone immediately became bad.

Daba glanced at Kongzhi indifferently, and in an instant, as if struck by lightning, Kongzhi spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground dead.

"Junior brother?" Kong Wen suddenly saw his junior vomit blood and fell to the ground, hurried over, knelt down and felt his pulse, his face full of sadness.

"The master of the country is invincible, which opened Yuanzhen's eyes." Cheng Kun was also taken aback, and was full of admiration for Daba's invisible killing skills.

"It's just a trick, I think that Suning can do it." Daba said calmly.

"Yuanzhen, you actually colluded with the imperial court, no wonder Suning wanted to find you by name." Kong Wen suppressed his grief and suddenly realized.

"Look into my eyes." Daba shouted loudly.

Kong Wen couldn't resist, met Daba's eyes, and the eyes met, Kong Wen's eyes became dull.

"Cheng Kun, no one will come in, right?" Daba asked.

Cheng Kun nodded vigorously.

Daba smiled and said: "That's good." As he spoke, his figure swept away, and the person appeared behind Kongwen. In an instant, countless true qi rippled, and purple qi flew in his hands little by little, and invaded Kongwen's body.

Kong Wen gradually became a corpse.

A quarter of an hour later.

Daba withdrew his hand and said calmly: "Okay, this old guy has become my slave, the Shaolin faction is no longer popular, and now our life-and-death enemy is Suning, I want to test Suning with the help of the Shaolin faction's arhat demon formation. The true background of his martial arts."

"The national teacher is wise." Cheng Kun was overjoyed.

For him, mastering the Shaolin School is not the happiest thing, because sooner or later he will be able to control the Shaolin School.

In his eyes, there are only two enemies, Suning and Daba in front of him. After he entered the tomb of the living dead and obtained the martial arts left by Yang Guo, he discovered that Wang Baobao's martial arts are really insignificant, but every time he saw Suning and Daba Ba, he was terrified.

That is the feeling of looking up at a mountain.

If it weren't for his great martial arts advancement, it would be hard to detect.

Even if he used the Sad Soul Palm to its full potential, he still wouldn't be able to take Suning's sword and Daba's palm even if he thought about it.

It would be best if these two could kill each other.

As for Zhang Sanfeng, he is a hundred years old, and he will not live long.

Daba walked out slowly, telling Kongwen to obey Cheng Kun's order.

Kong Wen nodded numbly.

Cheng Kun looked at Kongwen, who looked like a shell-dispelling shell, and ordered: "Immediately set up a large array of Arhats to subdue demons, and go to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain to face Suning."

Kong Wen nodded stiffly and walked out of the hall.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was fierce.

Shao Shi Mountain.

Shaolin sent up and down a thousand monks to form a large array of arhats and demons together, just to deal with Suning alone.

Cheng Kun had already left the Shaolin sect.

Daba stood five miles away from Shaoshi Mountain, on top of a big tree, looking out with his hands behind his back.

He had to know how deep Suning's background was before he could deal with him. Judging from Suning's sword killing of his [-] King Kongs, this man's martial arts were definitely above his, and more than a line above him.

Suddenly, Daba frowned.

Because in the distance, a small figure appeared, and his whole body was filled with sword energy.

"What about Yuanzhen?"

Su Ning held a real martial arts sword in his hand, looked at the dense crowd of monks, and knew that the Shaolin sect wanted to burn jade and stone together, but he still asked questions.

Kong Wen said stiffly: "Kill."

The stick-wielding monks immediately surrounded Suning. This is the invincible formation handed down from generation to generation by the Shaolin School, the invincible hand to subdue demons.

It's just that it has never been really used since ancient times. After all, great masters in the world are really rare.

Su Ning frowned, and said relaxedly: "It seems that you don't cry when you see the coffin, that's fine, just let me wield the sword happily."

He directly vented his sword energy.

Like a strong wind will blow.

Suning's robes rattled.

The monks surrounding Suning felt a gust of wind like a sharp blade instantly, and felt the pain of a cold winter wind like a knife scraping their face.

Su Ning shook his head and said: "The so-called formations are actually very flawed. They are only suitable for group battles. If you can't cooperate with each other tacitly, it will cause chaos in the formations."

Suning drew his sword out of its sheath, and the real martial arts sword shone like snow.

He said vigorously: "Come on."

Those monks were all extremely nervous and did not dare to charge first. Can monks really put life and death at risk?Maybe there are, but only a few.

No one wants to die first, that's human nature.

"I come."

Kong Wen jumped up, held the Zen staff with one hand and raised it high, the whole person was like a roc in the air.

Suning was slightly curious.

Kong Wen has seen him before, and he understands his disposition, so he would never take the lead in such a way. Moreover, his martial arts are too rigid, like a wooden man.

However, Suning will not show mercy.

With a clang, the real martial arts sword collided with the Zen stick, and Kong Wen was shocked by Suning's overwhelming sword power, and flew backwards, like a trebuchet stone, flying far away, falling into the forest, life and death unknown.

Since the abbot made the move, he also brought courage to the group of monks, and the innermost monks made a move immediately.

120 Eight sticks fell towards Suning one after another.

What followed was that the monk behind leaped onto the shoulders of the monk in front, and then a long stick fell down.

The monks did this one by one, stacking up little by little to block the sun.

Mottled light and shadows fell on Suning's body, accompanied by countless stick shadows, and the thick sound of breaking through the air was like cracking brocade.

Suning swung his sword casually.

The sword light is like the arc of moonlight, forming one semicircular fan after another.

Ka Ka Ka, the sound of countless sticks breaking in unison.

The circular human wall collapsed directly.

The screams kept ringing.

Sigh, the sound of the stick piercing through the air sounded like an arrow.

A second wave of attacks followed.

Su Ning still didn't move his footsteps, he swung his sword, and the sword light drew a sword circle around his body.

Those flying sticks were immediately broken into countless pieces.

At the same time, the monks who fell on the ground exerted their waists and swooped towards Suning with their palms waving, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun.

They also know that they can't deal with Suning like this, they just hope to buy time for the brothers behind.

"Impossible."

Suning stomped his feet slightly, and countless sword qi surged out from under his feet, mighty and mighty, like water pouring out from the collapse of a dam.

The blood gradually flowed out, and the monks were already terrified, their hands trembling constantly.

Su Ning stared contemptuously, and smiled lightly with his hands behind his back: "If you remember, just come?"

(End of this chapter)