God of martial arts

　　This kind of expert guards the Sutra Pavilion. Back then, Yue Su and Cai Zifeng were no more than top masters. If Shaolin didn't let the water go, they could sneak into the Sutra Pavilion, steal the Sunflower Book, and get away unscathed?That's really strange!

　　The old monk performed the Buddhist ritual with his right hand, holding the rosary in his left hand, and the gods said: "Good and evil are rewarded, and the cycle of karma. Donor, you have done enough killings today. The sea of ​​​​suffering is boundless, so it is better to retreat!"

　　"Good and evil are rewarded, causal cycle? It's so funny!" Zhao Xuan couldn't help but sneer:

　　"Over the past thousand years, under your Shaolin's calculations, so many schools that were at their peak have been wiped out. Those who survived by chance, whether it is the Huashan School or the Sun Moon God Sect, have not survived, and their strength has been greatly reduced. And You Shaolin, as a conspirator, are still high above you, prosperous and glorious, and become the world's number one religion. Is this what you said, good and evil are rewarded, and the cycle of karma?"

　　The old monk was speechless, but his expression was still calm, and even his complexion did not change at all. It can be said that his skin was extremely thick.

　　"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, but when you turn back, you will be right? Hehe. You Shaolin have calculated the entire martial arts world for nearly a thousand years, and why have you ever seen the sea of ​​bitterness be boundless, and you will always be right when you turn back?"

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　　Zhao Xuan asked again, his eyes full of sarcasm.

　　"Amitabha, since the donor's obsession is so deep, don't blame the old monk for being ruthless!" The old monk said coldly, not angry.

　　Zhao Xuan waved his hand: "Just you? Also worthy?"

　　"Come!" The old monk said coldly, and eighteen bronze-skinned eminent monks appeared behind him, standing behind the old monk.

　　"Eighteen Bronze Man Formation!" Zhao Xuan's face changed slightly, but he quickly shook his head: "Eighteen peerless later stages, one innate early stage, this kind of lineup is the real foundation of Shaolin Temple. It is enough to push all the sects horizontally. , even if it is the Sun Moon God Sect! Shaolin Temple is hidden deep enough!"

　　"Hehe, Mr. Xuan is laughing at you. If you retreat like this today, everything is easy to talk about!" The old monk spoke again, knowing Zhao Xuan's strength, and he didn't want to go head-to-head and lose the last foundation of Shaolin.

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　　Zhao Xuan smiled and didn't care about it: "This emperor is all over the world, why has he ever retreated? I have killed many of you Shaolin masters and divine monks, why do you still care about you and the eighteen toy men?"

　　"You...you...you are Emperor Xuan!" Only then did the old monk come to his senses.

　　Zhao Xuan smiled lightly: "You are more stupid than Fang Zheng, you should die!"

　　Then, Zhao Xuan stepped forward, struck each other left and right, and sent eighteen palms roaring out. Two golden spears were unstoppable, and they blasted at the old monk and the eighteen bronze men respectively.

　　"Array, meet the enemy!"

　　Before he had time to think about it, the old monk said hastily, and directly slammed out his palm to meet the invincible leader.

　　The eighteen bronze men also didn't dare to underestimate them, they lined up one after another, joined forces to strike, and took the golden long hair.

　　boom!

　　After the violent shock wave dissipated, the two long golden streaks dissipated instantly.

　　"Hmph, Emperor Xuan, that's all!" the old monk said coldly, a little disdainful.

　　"Really?" An indifferent voice suddenly sounded from behind the old monk, as if impermanent, making the old monk break out in cold sweat and look flustered.

　　"How can..."

　　The old monk's face was pale, he was dumbfounded, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

　　At some point, Zhao Xuan had appeared behind him, and the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand pierced his heart directly! .

Chapter 59 Disappears

　　The old monk is obviously a congenital master with keen five senses, but he didn't notice all of this.

　　It wasn't until Zhao Xuan's sword pierced his heart that he realized it, but it was too late, and he could only die in peace.

　　Zhao Xuan shook his head, pulled out his long sword, and said calmly: "Ye Shibu, it's getting better and better!"

　　Worried about Yilin's accident, Zhao Xuan didn't dare to fight.

　　Therefore, as soon as it comes up, it is a technique of fighting left and right, and instantly hits two [-]-down palms.

　　However, he directly used the Yezhi step, appeared behind the old monk in an instant, pierced his heart with a sword, and ended a congenital master.

　　All this happened in an instant.

　　The eighteen bronze figures behind them were all pale and dead silent.

　　Their master uncle, a congenital master, lived for more than 100 years, but was killed in such a silent manner.

　　For a moment, everyone was in a state of disarray, and their colors paled in shock.

　　Emperor Xuan's power was beyond their imagination.

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　　Today's Shaolin seems destined to be completely destroyed.

　　Zhao Xuan shook his head, pulled out Xuanyuan Sword, jumped out in one step, and rushed into the eighteen bronze figures.

　　Behind him, the corpse of the old monk fell straight down, dying with regret.

　　The eighteen bronze men's complexion changed slightly, they quickly lined up and surrounded Zhao Xuan vigilantly, but they dared not go forward.

　　Zhao Xuan smiled lightly, and said contemptuously: "I only use one sword, and then you will die. If you can't take it, you all go to see the Buddha!"

　　After the words fell, Zhao Xuan jumped up in one step, stood in the air like a flying fairy, and fell with a sword: "Flying fairy outside the sky!"

　　The dazzling sword light made people unable to open their eyes, but the eighteen bronze men felt that there was nowhere to hide, as if the whole world was that one person and one sword, there was nowhere to hide, and there was nowhere to hide.

　　bass!

　　The sword light streaked across the throat, and blood spattered.

　　Zhao Xuan fell to the ground, his white clothes were like snow, but the eighteen bronze men fell straight down, completely lifeless.

　　With a sword coming to the west, immortals flying from the sky and eighteen bronze figures disappeared in smoke.

　　Inside the Sutra Pavilion, an old monk with sly eyebrows and mischievous eyes, his face changed sharply when he saw this scene. He never expected such a result. Even the congenital master monk and the eighteen bronze men were not Zhao Xuan's opponents, so he ran in hastily. go.

　　"Don't come here, I'll kill her if you come here!" The old monk held a dagger across Yilin's neck.

　　Zhao Xuan smiled faintly, raised his hand, pointed at the old monk, and said in a cold voice, "You--seek--death!"

　　After the words fell, a finger shot out, piercing the old monk's brow, it was a yang finger.

　　"Why..." The old monk didn't finish his sentence, but he fell down directly, and he couldn't see his death in peace.

　　Dare to threaten Zhao Xuan, his daydream is too beautiful.

　　"Brother Xuan!" Yilin threw herself into Zhao Xuan's arms, crying loudly.

　　"It's okay, Yilin. I destroyed the entire Shaolin Temple to vent my anger on you." Zhao Xuan said with a smile, stroking Yilin's hair.

　　After this incident, Yilin also saw clearly the so-called uprightness of a famous family, she didn't continue to be pedantic, she just nodded, then stood on tiptoe, and kissed Zhao Xuan's lips.

　　The two hugged each other, ecstasy and passionate wen, lingering to death, and the sword in Zhao Xuan's hand was still dripping blood!

　　After a long time, the two separated, and Yilin hugged Zhao Xuan tightly.

　　Xiongqian's softness pushed against Zhao Xuan, causing Zhao Xuan to get down with a burst of heat that was about to move, and he almost fought Yilin directly in this Sutra Pavilion.

　　Of course, the timing wasn't right, so Zhao Xuan endured it, after all the fighting was still raging outside.

　　Zhao Xuan unlocked Yilin's acupoints and said, "Go, Yilin, let's go and destroy Shaolin completely!"

　　"Yeah!" Yilin nodded, and picked up the famous sword Zhanlu that Zhao Xuan gave him from the side. Today, she is also going to kill.

　　Looking at the Sutra Pavilion, Zhao Xuan smiled faintly, and with a wave of his hand, collected all the scriptures in the entire Sutra Pavilion into Xuanyuan Realm, which might be needed in the future.

　　Then another palm was blasted out, and a red fire roared out, rushing directly into the scripture storage pavilion.

　　In an instant, the Sutra Pavilion was raging with gas, dyeing half of the sky red.

　　Everyone who was fighting outside saw this scene.

　　"The Sutra Pavilion!" Master Fang Zheng's expression changed sharply, he jumped up and rushed in.

　　"You must die today!" Dongfang Bai snorted coldly, and followed closely.

　　Then Yue Buqun, Zuo Lengchan, Ren Woxing, Tian Boguang also flew up, all rushed into the Shaolin Temple, and flew towards the Sutra Pavilion.

　　Many Shaolin disciples also quickly turned around and rushed back.

　　But Ren Yingying, Xiang Wentian, and Lin Pingzhi concealed and killed them all the way, encircling them from behind.

　　Soon, everyone gathered around the Sutra Pavilion, watching the fire, filled with emotion.

　　"Ah! The Sutra Pavilion! The Sutra Pavilion!"

　　Master Fang Zheng looked at the ruined Sutra Pavilion, his eyes were about to burst, and he said coldly: "Emperor Xuan, why did you do this! The Sutra Pavilion is the inheritance of Shaolin for thousands of years, how can you do this?"

　　The Sutra Pavilion is the soul of Shaolin and the inheritance of Shaolin.

　　As long as the Sutra Pavilion is there, no matter how big the crisis is, Shaolin can survive it.

　　But if the Buddhist scripture pavilion is destroyed, then the inheritance will be broken, and Shaolin will basically disappear completely!

　　"Thousand-year inheritance? Those sects that you and your Shaolin plotted to death have long since disappeared! What are you talking about about 953 inheritance?" Zhao Xuan sneered: "Besides, the scriptures and 72 unique skills here are gone from Shaolin, and I still have them in my hand." Yes. Hahaha!"

　　"You..." Master Fang Zheng's face was pale, and he couldn't help spurting out a mouthful of blood, because he was completely angry at Zhao Xuan.

　　"Hmph! Master Fangzheng, because of your Shaolin's good calculations, not only our Huashan faction's strength has been greatly damaged, but even the inheritance is almost broken." Yue Buqun said bitterly: "Otherwise, relying on the Huashan faction The inheritance of the head of the Five Sacred Mountains, why should I practice the evil sword art from the palace?"

　　Hearing this, Master Fangzheng fell silent, and so did the others.

　　If the old Huashan swordsmanship had been handed down, if there hadn’t been the battle between the sword sect and the Qi sect, if there hadn’t been a thought about the cliff battle, the Huashan sect would not have fallen to this point, and Yue Buqun would not have practiced swords from the palace in order to revitalize Huashan. !

　　"Today's situation, Shaolin's death is more than justified!" Yue Buqun said bitterly, feeling infinitely sad in his heart.

　　"Amitabha!" Fang Zheng sighed: "The circle of cause and effect, the circle of cause and effect!"

　　Then, Master Fang Zheng jumped up and went straight to Zhao Xuan, striking out with both palms in a desperate rhythm.

　　But Zhao Xuan just smiled slightly, and directly slashed out with a sword, the sword energy was like a rainbow, invincible.

　　Master Fang Zheng hadn't come close, Zhang Feng had already been defeated, and he was also split into two by Zhao Xuan's sword energy, and he died. .

Chapter 60 Burning to the Flame, All Extinct (For Automatic)

　　After Zhao Xuan killed Fang Zheng, the scuffle broke out again.

　　But the form was one-sided, Zuo Lengchan and Yue Buqun were in danger, they were not opponents at all.

　　Looking at the Shaolin disciples rushing from all directions, Zhao Xuan took a step forward and changed his hands: "The universe is moving!"

　　In an instant, flames flew up from the Sutra Pavilion, circling around Zhao Xuan.

　　"go with!"

　　Zhao Xuan snorted coldly, and countless flames flew in all directions and landed everywhere in Shaolin.

　　In an instant, the entire Shaolin was ignited with raging fire, which could not be extinguished or extinguished.

　　Emperor Xuan was furious, and the thousand-year-old temple was burned!

　　Since then, Shaolin has become a legend, and it has completely disappeared. The destruction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is doomed to make it difficult for Shaolin to recover.

　　Once the soul is lost, Shaolin Temple is completely over.

　　Shaolin Temple without Yi Jin Jing, without Nine Suns, without 72 stunts, or Shaolin Temple?

　　The raging fire in Shaoshi Mountain burned continuously for a day and a night, dyeing half of the sky red.

　　No one knows what happened or how it turned out.

　　But since then, everyone has understood that there is no more Shaolin in Jianghu 610.

　　Similarly, the Huashan School is gone, the Songshan School is gone, there are also Taishan School, Qingcheng School, all disappeared and become history.

　　Looking at the entire rivers and lakes, there are only Wudang and Emei in the Taishan Beidou, and Shaolin is no longer seen.

　　As for the Five Sacred Sword School, only Hengshan School and Hengshan School remained.

　　As for Fang Zheng, the head of Shaolin, Zuo Lengchan, the head of Songshan Mountain, Yue Buqun, the head of Huashan Mountain, and Daoist Tiansong, the head of Mount Tai, all disappeared after this battle.

　　Two days later, Master Dingyi and Master Dingxian rushed to Shaolin Temple, watching this scene, they were terrified and their expressions changed suddenly.

　　"Amitabha." Finally, the two masters looked at each other, filled with emotion, shook their heads, turned and left.

　　Half a day later, Mr. Mo Da went back and forth. Looking at the situation of Shaolin and Songshan, he sighed, feeling shocked and grateful.

　　Fortunately, on that day, he was grateful for Zhao Xuan's kindness, and brought the Hengshan disciples down the mountain, and did not participate in this matter.

　　Otherwise, the Hengshan School is the same today, right?

　　In the end, Mr. Mo Da sighed, shook his head, pulled the erhu, played a sad melody, turned and left with a complicated expression.

　　A night rain in Xiaoxiang commemorates the rise and fall of Shaolin.