Before this battle, Abbot Qingming and these Shaolin elders and disciples had fought against the enemy all night and day.
This battle should have occurred after the fire broke out and before the heavy rain fell.
At that time, only Abbot Qingming was left alive in Shaolin, but there were seven of his opponents.
No.
It should be ten people.
Seven people died in front of Abbot Qingming.
The three of them left angrily.
If nothing else, Abbot Qingming should be the oldest among the eleven people present.
After not sleeping all night, the old abbot soon developed heavy bags under his eyes.
Fatigue plagued his body, and he could no longer escape from this place, and he had no confidence that the ten people in front of him would stay here forever.
He looked around at the burning and devastated Southern Shaolin, feeling miserable.
For the sake of peace in Zhongzhou, he decided to sacrifice his life and throw himself into hell.
I never expected that the entire Southern Shaolin would be dragged into the water.
The Red Sect's desperate counterattack, the Japanese people's resignation of death, and the East Factory and the West Factory took advantage of the situation, everything happened too fast.
It's so fast that it catches people off guard!
There isn't much that Southern Shaolin can do.
It is nothing more than delaying the time for the golden seal to be taken away as much as possible.
and exchanging lives with opponents.
The Buddha has gone to hell, and the evildoers should also be dragged to hell!
As for the rest, it can only be left to those donors who care about Zhongzhou.
After fighting alone with ten enemies for an hour, and when the distance reached a stalemate, Abbot Qingming, who was extremely tired, suddenly understood something.
The tense nerves were relaxed, and the body got a moment of rest, but it seemed to have been repaired and full of vitality!
The first person to notice the difference in Abbot Qingming's behavior was the Xishi among the Seven Emotional Envoys of Gengtang, with gold wrapped in silver.
Although all ten of them were younger than Abbot Qingming, after a hard day's hard work, almost everyone's face was full of fatigue, and almost no one could stay in a happy mood.
Apart from almost everyone, the only one who can still wear a playful smile all the time, laugh heartily, choke with laughter, and laugh almost abnormally is Jin Baoyin.
"Hehehe, is this the second spring for the old bald donkey? Let me test how long you can last, hehe!"
The big fat man with a big belly was laughing and joking, leaning forward like a buffalo towards Abbot Qingming.
Jin Baoyin did not intend to use his fat body to give Abbot Qingming a fat bull charge. When he was approaching, he stepped forward, picked up the gold brick in his left hand and slapped Abbot Qingming on the head hard!
There was no clear snapping sound like the dozens of times before.
Abbot Qingming's right arm blocked the way of Jin Baoyin waving in advance.
The knotted palm of the left hand is firmly imprinted on the gold-coated silver heart.
"Hmm hahaha!"
Gold Baoyin is still smiling wildly.
But the fleshy peaks on his face have been squeezed into meat buns, and it is unclear which two folds his eyes are tucked into.
Gold Baoyin instinctively stretched out his right hand, like a drowning man instinctively reaching for the water bank, hoping to grab even a life-saving straw.
The sharp pain in his chest made his body go limp, and Abbot Qingming's long beard was completely unable to stop the meat ball from falling heavily in mid-air.
boom!
The meat ball that had not jumped very high fell to the ground and turned into a meat dumpling. He couldn't even stand and curled up and knelt at the feet of Abbot Qingming.
An irresistible feeling of paralysis surged into every piece of flesh on Jin Baoyin's body, causing him to tremble violently.
In less than three breaths, after a sudden convulsion, the rice dumplings turned into meat cakes, and the gold and silver packages completely collapsed on the ground, making no sound anymore!
Powerful Vajra Palm!
None of the other nine people in the field were ordinary people. They could all see that Abbot Qingming was not quick in his attack. He just took a precaution and dispersed the body-protecting Qi hurriedly gathered by the gold and silver with one palm, penetrating through the thick body. Get oily skin and break his heart.
Of course, this advance amount was "told" to Abbot Qingming by Jin Baoyin.
Because before that, they had seen how the gold-coated silver smashed the monk's forehead again and again, and they had successfully slapped the gold brick on the forehead of Abbot Qingming dozens of times.
Abbot Qingming's head has not been beaten into half a hole or turned into flowers so far. I don't know whether Gold Bao Yin was unwilling to accept it or whether he was happy with it. He was beaten repeatedly, but he finally fell into the plot, devastated his heart with one palm, and died a coward.
When Jin Baoyin was kneeling on the ground, before Qi died, there were already three people charging at him with three swords.
The person is wearing mysterious clothes. Even if his face is not covered, Abbot Qingming cannot tell who the person is.
The swords are all good swords, with names and origins, and they should not be in the hands of these three people.
It was clearly three swords, but they struck like a knife and an axe, so overbearing.
Abbot Qingming seemed to be able to only dodge and parry, retreating repeatedly without the ability to fight back.
But the other six people who were on the outside and had not yet followed the offensive quickly realized that the old monk was probably weak, so they fought and retreated, not giving them the opportunity to double-team and put pressure on them.
The body, leg, and sword skills of the three men in black clothes were a mixture of the strengths of various fauna schools in the enemy formation, but they were far from being fully integrated. They could not be used alone to withstand the strength of a first-class master, but with tacit cooperation, they could. Compete with the top players for a while.
It is not difficult to find the shadows of Wudang, Emei, and Kunlun in the sword movements, but they are only superficial, but have no spirit or meaning. When used against Abbot Qingming, they are just fancy and have no threat at all.
Only the three-man sword formation in the front, with one sword after another like the surging waves of a river and the tidal waves of the sea, and the looping and fierce attacks, the Kongtong Wuhai Tidal Sword Formation, was the most skillful in performing it, and gave Abbot Qingming the most headache. .
Ironically, it is not the disciples of Kongtong who can master the Kongtong swordsmanship and formations so exquisitely.
Although the three of them were not wearing Feiyu uniforms or equipped with embroidered spring knives, they were indeed the Jin Yiwei who single-handedly turned Kongtong, one of the five famous sects, into a training ground for the martial arts world.
After several hours of fierce fighting, the three Jinyi guards naturally knew that apart from the Kongtong "housekeeping" skills that they had honed over the past two years, the other tricks against the old abbot were just like scratching his itch.
The domineering way to retreat from the enemy with three axes is not only to give Jin Baoyin a possible chance of survival, but also to prevent the opponent from getting in the way.
As for the deeper thoughts of the three of them, Abbot Qingming had already understood them.
After fighting for so long, these people should have noticed that there is not even a gold seal here.
The reason why they are fighting to the death is that they don't want him to play any role in this overall situation.
Compared to the other seven, the killing intent of the three Jin Yiwei was not as determined.
At first there might have been an intention to work together to eliminate the enemy, but now they have quietly retreated.
The golden seal is their main target, and cooperating with them will be threatened by the general trend.
The mentality of the three people is inseparable from the adult in front of them.
The Fifth Marquis thought that he would disdain to associate with the Japanese. Instead of just watching and conniving at Tian and the Red Sect's mischief, it would be better to get involved, firstly, to try to seize the seal to increase his own plans, and secondly, to prevent the situation from becoming uncontrollable and uncontrollable. The point of tidying up.
Therefore, the three Jin Yiwei looked like they were taking the lead and doing their best, but in fact it was an active self-protection method of advancing before retreating.
Abbot Qingming was also happy to take advantage of the situation and act out a play with them to take a few breaths.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. The remaining six people obviously did not have the patience to wait until the three Jinyiwei were exhausted before playing a wheel battle with the old monk.
After half a cup of tea, Abbot Qingming once again fell into the circle of nine people.
Seeing the knives, swords, axes, and hammers coming, Abbot Qingming swung open his cassock with four or five holes.
The torn cassock fluttered in the wind, seeming to form an inflatable cloth ring to protect Abbot Qingming's torso.
There was no clang when the knife struck, the edge of the blade was deflected and then slid away diagonally.
When the sword stabs, the sword body bends and rebounds.
The heavy ax struck, the heavy hammer struck, and the strength was as if it was in a thick pile of cotton. No matter how deep it was chopped or how much it was smashed, it did not damage the foundation.
Kasaya's magic of subduing demons!
Under the siege of nine people, the old monk was still in high spirits, strolling around, and making people not angry!
A short swordsman couldn't swallow this breath. He suddenly abandoned his two swords, rolled to the side of Abbot Qingming like a monkey, and rushed forward.
Abbot Qingming moved away, dodging the short swordsman's unintentional swoop, but he could not completely get away from him.
When his left arm sank, he realized that the short swordsman was hanging at the hem of the monk's robe, and he was tearing at the cassock with his teeth bared!
This guy is willing to sacrifice his life in exchange for Abbot Qingming. He will never use his cassock as a defense again!
Things went as expected, as Abbot Qingming expected, and as the other eight people expected.
However, the short swordsman's "commotion" exposed Abbot Qingming to the swords of the three Jinyi guards.
Jin Yiwei didn't want to do something that would risk being a death penalty, but they didn't mind taking advantage of this easy and meritorious thing.
The three of them raised their swords in tacit agreement and attacked Abbot Qingming, who was half a foot away, without even looking at each other.
Abbot Qingming sighed, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes.
He recited "Amitabha" silently.
Stretch the fingers of both hands, palms facing outward, and connect the thumb and index finger to form the Sun Wheel Seal.
As the sleeves of the robe shook, the short swordsman clutching the cassock seemed to be just a baggage, easily thrown forward, and the three swords were coming!
The short swordsman took away two rags of cloth and looked back at Abbot Qingming with his eyes wide open and staring angrily in fear.
Then his body was pierced by two swords!
No one saw clearly the disbelief and fear in the short swordsman's eyes.
No one took this scene seriously yet.
The Jin Yiwei who avoided the flying body of the short swordsman thought that Abbot Qingming had spent all his efforts to get rid of the entanglement and had no time to put up defense, so he secretly increased his efforts and tried to take the first victory!
The sword edge moved faster, and suddenly it was only a short distance away from Abbot Qingming's chest!
However, it is as close as a chasm.
For some reason, this greedy Jin Yiwei felt like a mountain was falling on his head and back.
The natural chasm needs to be filled with mountains, but he is not Monkey King, so why should he be suppressed by the mountains?
No one answered him, he only heard the snapping sound of cracking in his body!
The back of his neck was crushed, his spine was bent and broken, and the femur and lower limb bones of his lower body were also bent and broken!
His head and body were pressed into the soil one after another!
He can't move anymore!
No one knows what happened in the few breaths after the short swordsman hung on the Qingming abbot's cassock.
They only saw the short swordsman being thrown away easily, and Abbot Qingming gently raised his right hand, palm facing down, and slapped it down heavily!
We also heard the sound of cracking bones that made those who heard it tremble with fear!
What kind of trick is this? !
Everyone involuntarily suppressed their desire to rush forward and kill.
Abbot Qingming took a step forward.
The two Jinyi guards who had just drawn their swords from the short swordsman took a deep breath and retreated in panic.
But it seems it's too late.
Then I saw Abbot Qingming gently lift his right palm and took a deep photo!
The two Jin Yiwei, who sensed the impending power of Mo Yuwei, looked horrified, mixed their feet with garlic, and fell backwards.
The two of them were shot into the soil together, their faces distorted and their vitality cut off!
Before he died, one of the Jinyi guards saw an invisible giant hand coming from the sky, piercing through the heavy clouds, and mercilessly photographed it!
Some people died silently in fear.
Some people witnessed despair in fear.
There are also people who are going crazy with fear!
"ah!--"
After the short swordsman and the three Jinyi guards died inexplicably, the deputy leader of Hong Yi Hall, the thunder beast Ji Tianbian, who was both ax and hammer, collapsed and screamed, and at the same time dragged the long ax that weighed more than a thousand kilograms around the Qingming Festival. Abbot run!
I saw this orthodox Japanese man with dark complexion and burly body, whose real name was Yoshida Heya, roaring louder and louder, and running faster and faster!
Soon, a large circle with a radius of three feet was plowed on the ground with Abbot Qingming as the center.
Suddenly, there was earth flying, rocks flying, wind and thunder.
The Thunder Prison Array focuses on quickly drawing a circle to imprison the enemy. Before the circle is completed, if it is more than one foot away from the center of the circle, the force of the subsequent falling ax will be reduced due to the position correction. Abbot Qingming only moved two steps, which is the same as Cunbu. If there is no difference, then Yoshidabe will be fully confident to use all his strength on him.
The moment the prisoner thunder formation was completed, Yoshida bent and stretched his legs, jumped three feet high, swung the ax pole above his head with both hands, and jumped to kill!
The ax blade drew a sharp cold light in the air, shaped like the claws of a thunder beast, and as powerful as thunder!
Abbot Qingming crushed four lives with such ease that he frightened Yoshida Hebei. This strike of the Prisoner of Thunder and the Thunder Ax gathered all his remaining energy. For the sake of the great cause of his family and country, he did not care about the rest of his life and only wanted to do it in one fell swoop. The bronze skin and iron bones used by the old monk to study the Diamond Sutra.
The other four people on the same front did not dare to expect that Kitanabe's crazy blow could kill Abbot Qingming, but they all believed that even if the old monk was a solid walnut, cracks would appear after this ax blow.
The long ax, which was enough to split two large watermelons at the same time, accurately struck the three ring scars in the middle of Abbot Qingming's head!
boom!
Abbot Qingming's little watermelon head was not split in half.
The long ax crafted by Rentang in red is still powerful and sharp.
The ground where deep pits and rifts should have appeared was also peaceful.
Only the hands holding the ax shaft reluctantly let go and hung down amid a burst of heart-rending despair!
The wailing sound came from a strong Japanese man who had been living in Zhongzhou for more than thirty years and had suffered all kinds of hardships and illnesses.
The old monk who was born and raised in Zhongzhou stood in front of him in an extremely strange way.
The old monk put his thumbs together, stretched out his index fingers and connected them, and the remaining six fingers were clasped together.
The right leg is sitting cross-legged, the knee surface of the left leg is flush with the right knee, and only the left toe touches the ground.
The standing posture is unconventional, but it is like an old tree taking root, unshakable!
It can even be seen that the old monk’s whole body is shrouded in golden Buddha light, and his treasure appearance is solemn!
"Lin, Linzi Seal? Fudo Mingwang?!"
Finally someone revealed the secret.
What just happened is like a bell-ringer hitting the golden bell with a battering ram, but stubbornly holding on to the battering ram and not letting go until the bell breaks.
The golden bell is not broken, but the vibrating force is transmitted back to the bell ringer through the closely attached hammer.
The bell ringer could only bear all the force pitifully, and was so shaken that his body became numb and his bones fell apart!
Before the four of them could recover from the shock, Abbot Qingming had already walked slowly towards Yoshida Heya.
"Amitabha, the donor needs to practice great tranquility."
After saying this, he held the flower in his right hand, went to Yoshida and lightly printed it on his forehead.
Without using any more strength, he just pushed the general's head off his neck.
Yoshida Heya's head then fell on his back.
For a moment, the surrounding fields were quiet and silent, and you could hear the rain falling.
Snapped!
Bang bang!
The sky-high flames illuminated the sky above Jiulian Mountain like daylight, so that not many people noticed that it was almost evening.
The fire that burned all night and day brought falling rain.
The falling rain hitting my hair and face was clearly audible.
It seemed like they were trying to make up for the missed heartbeats of the four remaining people who were besieging Abbot Qingming.
Before they could move from panic to struggle to decide whether to stay or go, the four of them were surprised to find that the old monk's breath was getting tired with every drop of rain falling!
They encouraged each other with their eyes, slowly regaining their broken confidence.
Watanabe Xiongqi, whose pseudonym was Du Xiong, was the first to muster up the courage. He tentatively swung the hammer and hit Abbot Qingming on the right side of his face, who was once again wearing the seal and standing in a weird posture.
Boom!
Although there was a numbing sensation, there was no terrible backlash like before.
What's even more gratifying is that the Buddha's light around Abbot Qingming's body has dimmed a bit to the naked eye.
As a result, Watanabe Yuki began to repeatedly hit the hammer with a hammer.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hammer after hammer, the Buddha's light around Abbot Qingming swayed uneasily like a candle in the breeze that sneaked into the room.
Two Japanese Anzi who have been lurking in Fujian for more than ten years are still eager to try.
The Great Protector of Dingtang has stepped forward to invite Watanabe Xiongqi, and then opened his swords with full firepower and slashed at Abbot Qingming one after another.
At first, the blades shot through the air one after another, leaving only scattered soil, sand and gravel with them.
Not long after, Daogang was like a wall of swords, and earth and rocks were scattered in all directions.
The Great Protector of Dingtang was obviously too tired to concentrate his energy on the front line to carry out an effective attack.
The Buddha's light of Abbot Qingming's Immovable King was dimmed by the sword. It seemed that a lot of his solemnity was indeed obscured.
This was followed by a tachi attack by two Japanese Anzi, one male and one female.
After a stick of incense.
The rain pattered.
Abbot Qingming maintained the weird posture of "Jie Lin" from beginning to end, and the Buddha's light around him was so dim that he couldn't even detect it.
The efforts of the four Japanese people were fruitful.
The old monk's right cheek was bruised and bruised.
The right nose wing was poked open.
Many of his long beards were plucked out randomly.
But they felt that they could no longer consume the old monk.
The current situation is like boiling an eagle. They might have been boiling the old monk at first, but a long time ago it was the old monk who was boiling them.
They are also close to collapse.
Fortunately, they hadn't completely collapsed yet, so they caught a glimpse of the old monk's meaningful smile.
Abbot Qingming smiled.
He can still fight for a long time.
But it only has the power of the final blow.
Killing four people with one move is the best result, but at worst, you have to pick the strongest one among the four to kill.
It's a pity that he couldn't wait until the four of them completely collapsed and took the four of them into hell. So, if he can take away one of them, it counts as one.
The abbot of Qingming changed his hand seals and front seals to signify the Tathagata of the Great Sun!
Long before the Qingming abbot's handprints were changed, the four people fled in all directions.
But the male Japanese Anzi still couldn't escape the fate of being shot to death.
"How can it be repaired?"
Seeing the tragic death of her companion who had been with him for more than ten years, the female Japanese Anzi rushed towards Abbot Qingming like crazy.
One knife after another, tirelessly slashing at the lifeless old monk.
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Under the mask, Smiling Maitreya squinted his eyes and vaguely saw traces of rain on the cheeks of the dark Buddha statue.
It looks like the Buddha is crying.
