[Luck from Zhang Wuji +11888. 】
Listening to the system prompts in his mind, Yu Huatian's face was expressionless. Another child of luck died in his hands.
Zhao Huaian, Linghu Chong, Bu Cangzhou, Xiao Yu, Zhang Wuji...
I don’t know who will be next?
Glancing at Zhang Wuji's body again, Yu Huatian turned to look at the Shaolin monks.
At this moment, everyone looked shocked and already stunned.
No one would have thought that the leader of the Ming Cult, a demonic lord who had just emerged in recent years, would die so easily at the hands of the West Factory Master.
"Leader!"
Suddenly, two exclamations rang out, but they were from the 'Xiaoyao Erxian' on the other side of the ancient pagoda.
The two people were seen staring at Zhang Wuji's body and the graceful and indifferent figure in the python robe in the field, with expressions of shock and grief.
Since the disappearance of the previous leader Yang Dingtian, the Ming Cult has been in turmoil for more than ten years. It was only in the past few years that it finally ushered in a new leader.
They saw in Zhang Wuji the hope of Mingjiao's re-emergence, but who knew that an accident would happen so quickly.
How can the two of them accept this? !
The two people's mournful cries immediately awakened everyone in the Shaolin Temple. All eyes were focused on the two of them. The expressions in their eyes were different, but most of them were filled with murderous intent.
The bright envoys of Mingjiao are also famous figures in the world and the mainstay of Mingjiao.
At this moment, the sect leader Wuji is dead. If these two people are killed again, the top management of the Ming sect can be said to be half-impaired.
Moreover, killing the Ming Cult's messengers of light can not only attack the power of the Ming Cult, but more importantly, it is a symbol of prestige and fame.
The Shaolin monks were all a little excited for a moment.
But before they could take action, two wind-breaking sounds suddenly sounded, attacking the 'Xiaoyao Erxian' directly.
"Tsk, tsk——"
Yang Xiao and Fan Yao woke up immediately, and a sense of crisis suddenly arose in their hearts. However, they were also masters at the master level, so they did not react slowly. They immediately used their true energy to display their unique skills in an attempt to block the two sword energy.
But how could they stop the sword energy that even Zhang Wuji couldn't stop?
There was just a "puff" sound, and the sword energy directly annihilated the two people's attacks. Then the two people's body-protecting aura exploded instantly, their clothes were stained with blood, and they vomited blood and flew out.
"Let's go!"
Fan Yao looked frightened and immediately wanted to retreat.
The leader is dead, they must not all die here, otherwise the Ming Cult will be finished!
Yang Xiao didn't hesitate. Taking advantage of the momentum of the retreat, he immediately dodged onto the roof. Then, holding on to his injuries, he flew straight away.
"call……"
However, at this moment, a white shadow appeared in front of them like a ghost. Before the two of them could react, they saw a sword light passing in front of their eyes.
"Well……"
The two of them clutched their necks, blood seeping from between their fingers.
They stared wide-eyed at the handsome figure in front of them, but could not say anything. This sword energy had completely cut off their vitality.
"Bang——"
In the end, the two of them fell from the roof with unwilling faces, and their breath was completely cut off.
The bright messenger of Mingjiao has fallen!
[Luck from Yang Xiao +4890. 】
[Luck from Fan Yao +4578. 】
Killing two ordinary masters is not a difficult task for Yu Huatian at this moment. It is effortless to kill two ordinary masters with one sword.
Glancing back at the Shaolin monks in the distance, Yu Huatian turned around without saying a word and rushed away in the direction where the sound of fighting came from in the distance.
I don’t know how many masters Mingjiao has come to this time, but as long as there is an opportunity to harvest luck, Yuhuatian will not miss it.
"Sa——"
As Yu Huatian walked away, Zen Master Dabei and others in the field immediately came back to their senses and looked at each other. They all saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Especially Master Sandu, he is even more doubtful about life.
They are both Grandmasters, why is the gap so big?
Needless to say, Zhang Wuji had repeatedly led people to Shaolin to rescue Xie Xun in the past. Even if the three of them joined forces, they could only barely block him, but now he died so easily at the hands of Yu Huatian.
The same is true for Yang Xiao and Fan Yao.
If they were the two immortals of the Ming Cult, they would be able to kill them, but it would never be so easy. But in the hands of Yu Huatian, they would also kill each other with one sword...
"He should be only about twenty years old..."
Master Fang Zheng said with a bitter look on his face.
Zen Master Dabei and others were slightly startled, and then immediately understood what he meant.
Yes, he is only in his twenties, but his strength is already so terrifying, and his martial arts are superb.
If he was given a few more years, or even more than ten years, who else would be his opponent in the world?
"After Dongfang Bubai and Zhang Wuji, there is another talented and arrogant person in the world!"
Master Du'e said with emotion: "The key is that this son comes from the imperial court. For us and other martial arts people, it is a disaster rather than a blessing..."
Zen Master Dabei was silent for a moment, shook his head and said:
"It's useless to talk more at this moment. Let's deal with the people from the Ming Cult first."
"yes."
After hearing this, Master Fang Zheng and others had no choice but to suppress their emotions for the time being. After nodding slightly, they all turned around and rushed towards the front yard where the movement was the loudest.
…
On the other side, Yu Huatian quickly arrived at the front yard of Shaolin Temple.
He ducked to the top of a golden palace and looked around, only to see that the scene was in chaos.
Mingjiao Five Elements Banner disciples wearing various costumes were engaged in a melee with a group of Shaolin monks. There were already many corpses lying on the ground, including Shaolin Temple monks and Mingjiao disciples.
It has to be said that the people who came to Mingjiao this time are almost all elites, each of them has a second-rate or above level, and there are even a few who are in the innate realm.
Soon, Yuhuatian's eyes were focused and he looked towards the front of the Main Hall not far away.
There, the four great monks of the Shaolin Temple were besieging the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng and the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao of the Ming Cult. The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce, and they basically used real fire, and all their moves were deadly.
However, the four great monks are indeed the top masters of the Shaolin Temple, especially the monk Kongzhi. He is the only master who has practiced the 72 Shaolin skills into eleven types over the years. His strength ranks first among the four great monks. At this moment, he is directly alone. Press down on the White-browed Eagle King and beat him.
The other three great monks were besieging Wei Yixiao.
Under the crazy offensive of the four great monks, both Yin Tianzheng and Wei Yixiao were not in good condition. Both of them were injured and their auras were extremely messy. If this continued, they would be killed in no more than a hundred moves at most. Under the hands of the four great monks.
Seeing this, Yu Huatian immediately stopped delaying and immediately flew up, landed on the ground and joined the battle.
"Choke, choke——"
Before anyone in the arena could react, they saw two sword auras glaring across the sky.
Yin Tianzheng and Wei Yixiao's pupils shrank, and before they had time to react, they were swept away by the sword energy, their vitality wiped out, and they fell to the ground with unwillingness on their faces...
[Luck from Yin Tianzheng +4286. 】
[Luck +4088 from Wei Yixiao. 】
Yu Huatian's expression was indifferent, he never glanced at the corpses of the two men, and ignored the four great monks who looked confused next to him. He clenched the Yitian Sword, moved slightly, and joined the battlefield in the distance again, starting to clean up. The remaining people of Mingjiao.
The four great monks stood there, looking at the murderous figure in the distance, and looked at each other, all a little puzzled.
The Ming Cult is attacking the Shaolin Temple. Why is he working so hard?
After pondering for a moment, the four of them still couldn't figure it out, but it was a good thing to have more people helping. The four of them quickly put their doubts behind them, and with the same luck and concentration, they joined the action of clearing away the Ming Cult disciples.
…
There are about 200 people from Mingjiao coming this time, all of them are elites.
But with the death of top masters such as the leader Zhang Wuji and Yang Xiao, all that is left is just a ragtag group of people.
Under the siege of Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy and Luohan Hall monks, the number of Mingjiao disciples gradually decreased, and after a while, they were almost wiped out.
The Shaolin Temple values compassion. Even if they knew that the Ming Cult was coming to attack the Shaolin Temple, sometimes they would not kill them directly. They would stop attacking until they lost the ability to move.
But before they could react, a figure in white appeared in the field. He killed Mingjiao disciples whenever he saw them, not even sparing those injured by them. With a slight flash of sword light, he took one away. The lives of Mingjiao disciples were dealt with in an extremely decisive and cruel manner.
Many monks frowned slightly, thinking that this person was too murderous.
But seeing that this person was here to help them, they couldn't say much.
Finally, half an hour later, the fighting stopped completely.
At this time, the originally solemn and sacred Shaolin Temple was filled with the pungent smell of blood. Corpses were lying on the ground in a mess, and the blood stained the ground red. The scene was too horrible to watch.
Many Shaolin monks had unbearable expressions in their eyes at this time. They put down their sticks and weapons, clasped their hands together, and chanted Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.
"Tap..."
Not long after, Zen Master Dabei and other eminent Shaolin monks came from a distance. Seeing such a scene, they all frowned, especially when they saw that many Mingjiao disciples had died from sword wounds. His brows furrowed even more tightly.
Shaolin Temple rarely uses swords. In order to prevent more killings, sticks are usually used.
In this battle, there was only one person using the sword...
Everyone turned their attention to the python-robed figure in front of the Main Hall, exuding cold murderous aura, and felt a little chill in their hearts.
With such terrifying strength, such murderous intent, and such disregard for life, the imperial court’s Xichang Gong is more like a devil than the Ming Cult...
But this time Yuhuatian helped them after all. The people he killed were all Mingjiao disciples, not a single Shaolin monk, and Yuhuatian was not a member of the Buddhist sect, so it was hard for everyone to blame them.
After pondering for a while, Zen Master Dabei led the people forward.
"Amitabha!"
Zen Master Dabei first said a Buddha's name, looked at the densely packed corpses around him, then looked at Yuhuatian, and sighed:
"This time, I would like to thank the benefactor for rescuing me from the Shaolin siege. However, the benefactor is young and has too much murderous intent. The poor monk advises the benefactor to commit less murderous crimes in the future, otherwise he will be reborn in bliss and will be punished by hell."
Yuhuatian sneered, looked at Zen Master Dabei and others, and sneered:
"I have only a personal grudge against the Ming Cult and it has nothing to do with your Shaolin Temple. As for how many people I have killed, that has nothing to do with you!"
"Besides, now that all the people who stirred up the water are dead, it's your turn."
"If you still refuse to surrender, I may kill more people today!"
Returning to the previous topic, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
The Shaolin monks looked solemn and gathered around one after another, faintly surrounding Yuhuatian.
Seeing this, Yu Huatian's eyes showed a trace of ridicule, but he didn't take it seriously. He just stared at Zen Master Dabei and others coldly.
Zen Master Dabei frowned and said:
"Now, is the benefactor still so aggressive? It's just a few Songshan disciples who are not closely related, and the benefactor wants to kill them all?"
"This is my bottom line!"
Yuhuatian said coldly:
"Hand over and compensate for all the losses caused by my imperial army surrounding your Shaolin during this period. Otherwise, Shaolin will be destroyed today!"
The monks were immediately furious.
"It's too much!"
The Master of Difficulty walked out immediately and said angrily:
"Uncle Master, this court eagle dog humiliates my Shaolin family like this. I can't bear it. At worst, I will lead my disciples out of the mountain to fight with these eagle dogs!"
The other monks who also had a hot temper also spoke one after another:
"Not bad! At worst, the fish will die and the net will fall apart!"
"Fight them!"
…
Hearing the indignant discussions of all the disciples, Zen Master Dabei also had a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, and something moved in his heart.
At this moment, everyone in the imperial court is outside the mountain gate, and there is only Yuhuatian in the field. If he is captured, the imperial army outside will definitely be able to use rat weapons, and today's crisis can be resolved.
But in this way, it means that he and the imperial court are completely on opposite sides, and he will inevitably face the imperial court's crazy revenge in the future.
By then, Ming Dynasty will not be able to stay any longer...
For a moment, Zen Master Dabei was a little wavering in his heart.
"Tap..."
At this moment, rapid footsteps were heard in the distance.
Everyone looked back and saw an old monk walking quickly. He first looked at Yuhuatian with solemn eyes, then walked up to Zen Master Dabei, handed him a note, and whispered:
"Uncle Master, this is the information just sent by the lay disciples at the foot of the mountain..."
Zen Master Dabei frowned. Without hesitation, he took the note and spread it out to look at it carefully. After a while, his expression suddenly changed.
"How can this be?!"
His pupils narrowed violently, he squeezed the note in his hand, and then raised his head to look at the man in white clothes opposite, his eyes full of disbelief.
The old monk who sent the information whispered:
"This matter has spread throughout the world, and someone has further confirmed it. It cannot be false. It's just that we have been blocked in the mountains these days and have not received any news."
Zen Master Dabei's heart tightened.
Thinking of what was said in the newspaper, and thinking of the scene where Yuhuatian easily killed Zhang Wuji and the Mingjiao's envoys, a trace of fear and solemnity appeared in his eyes.
At this moment, Yuhuatian's slightly impatient voice sounded again:
"Have you considered it carefully? My patience is limited!"
Saying that, Yu Huatian glanced at the note in Zen Master Dabei's hand, and roughly understood what the information said, and said meaningfully:
"You only get one chance, seize it."
"Otherwise, if the fish dies, the net may not be broken..."
Zen Master Dabei looked gloomy and was silent for a moment. He slowly closed his eyes and sighed:
"Fang Zheng, let him go."
The monks were immediately startled.
Master Fang Zheng thought he had heard wrongly and looked at Zen Master Dabei with wide eyes: "Uncle Master?!"
Zen Master Dabei suppressed his anger, gritted his teeth and said: "Hand over those Songshan disciples, send them out of the mountain gate, and let them take them away!"
Everyone's expressions changed drastically.
Letting him go now would be tantamount to surrendering to the court!
The prestige of Shaolin Temple will plummet in the future!
"Uncle Master, why are you..."
All the monks were puzzled.
Zen Master Dabei did not explain. He waved his hand and said coldly: "Just do it."
Seeing this, Master Fang Zheng did not dare to say any more. He could only suppress his doubts and anger, and waved to a monk next to him to let him go.
Then Zen Master Dabei looked at Yuhuatian and said coldly:
"So, is the donor satisfied?"
Yuhuatian said calmly: "There is also the loss of my imperial army surrounding Songshan during this period."
Zen Master Dabei's breath was stagnant and he stared at Yuhuatian. After a long time, he took a deep breath and said:
"I, Shaolin, should bear all the losses, but I, Shaolin, have always been poor and cannot afford much, so I ask the donor to count the losses truthfully."
"Don't worry, I'm not a greedy person either."
Yu Huatian smiled faintly, then glanced at the surrounding Shaolin monks who were almost ready to burst into flames. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said:
"In our Ming Dynasty, no one or any force can be above the imperial court."
"This time, it is just a warning. If Shaolin does something that violates the laws of the court again in the future, it will not be terminated so easily. I hope you will wake up and don't say it was unforeseen."
After saying that, Yuhua Tiantian turned around and walked slowly towards the mountain gate with a steady pace and a calm breeze. He was not worried at all that the Shaolin monks would take action against him.
The monks stared closely at his retreating figure, with angry expressions on their faces and gnashed teeth.
Until Yuhuatian's back could no longer be seen clearly, all the monks turned their attention to Zen Master Dabei:
"Uncle Master, I have been a Shaolin sect for thousands of years, but have I ever suffered such humiliation?!"
"As long as you give the order, we will lead all the disciples out of the mountain and fight with them directly. Who will win or lose is yet to be determined!"
"That's right! The worst case scenario is that we and the imperial court will die, and we will sacrifice our lives for righteousness. We will never give in!"
…
The monks were filled with indignation and talked in various directions.
Zen Master Dabei shook his head and directly handed the note in his hand to everyone without explaining.
Everyone took it and took a closer look, and their expressions suddenly changed.
"This...how is this possible?!"
One person couldn't help but exclaimed:
"He is only at the level of a grandmaster, how can he have the strength to kill a grandmaster in reverse?!"
This note clearly records that a few days ago, various martial arts factions such as the Qian Gang, Tangmen, and Wenjiabao teamed up to ambush the Xichang team, but were eventually killed. Even Shangguan Jinhong, the leader of the Qian Gang, who had become a grand master, was killed. The matter of death.
Everyone looked at it and felt unbelievable.
Shaolin Temple practices martial arts, and they are more aware of the difficulty of martial arts.
It is not surprising that if an ordinary Houtian warrior learns a good martial art, he may be able to kill enemies beyond his level.
But once you cultivate your inner strength and break through your innate abilities, it becomes even more difficult and almost impossible to kill enemies across borders.
What's more, still beheading the great master at the master level? !
This kind of thing has never happened several times in the entire history of the Ming Dynasty. Currently, it is known that only Xie Xiaofeng, the sword god ranked fifth on the list of sword gods of the Ming Dynasty, has killed a great master at the grand master level.
However, the strength of swordsmanship cannot be judged by common sense, and Xie Xiaofeng himself is also a rare martial arts prodigy. Therefore, after the news came out, although the world was shocked, they could barely accept it.
Unexpectedly, now there is a monster who can kill a grand master at the master level, and he comes from the imperial court...
Zen Master Dabei sighed:
"The news cannot be wrong. Moreover, I heard that Qingyi Tower was also involved in the ambush. The owner of Qingyi Tower, Huo Xiu, is also a great master. However, he disappeared after going to the capital last time, including this time. He didn’t show up even though he ambushed Yuhuatian, so it’s probably more serious than bad, and he might have been killed by this Yuhuatian.”
Everyone was horrified.
So, more than one great master has died at the hands of this person? !
Master Fang Zheng came back to his senses and said in a deep voice:
"So, even Uncle Master, you are not sure that you can win him, so you agreed to his conditions?"
Zen Master Dabei nodded slightly:
"He is right. If the fish dies, the net will not necessarily break."
"This person already possesses the strength of a great master. If we cannot capture him, once we let him escape, today will definitely be the catastrophe for our Shaolin Temple, and our thousands of years of Shaolin heritage will eventually be destroyed."
"We cannot afford this consequence..."
This time, everyone fell silent.
They understood what Zen Master Dabei meant. Shaolin Temple was not afraid of death, but it did not want to die worthless.
——
You may be a little uncomfortable watching the plot of Shaolin Temple for the time being, but it must always comply with some logic. Although the writing is all brainless and exciting, it cannot be true that there is no brain at all. With the current strength of the protagonist, it is true that Shaolin cannot be destroyed. , even if you can rely on the army to destroy it, you will still suffer heavy losses, so you need to weigh the pros and cons first.
However, the rivers and lakes will eventually be unified, and the Shaolin Temple will have to be destroyed sooner or later, including other top forces. As long as they are not friends, they are all enemies. The Ming Dynasty does not need the existence of forces that the protagonist cannot control...
(End of chapter)
