Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 327 Two Evil Gods
Wu Shiming shouted: "Where are we going?" He jumped to chase, the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt roared, and said: "Stinky boy, take this punch from me first!" To Wu Shiming.Wu Shiming's mind sank, he mobilized his internal strength secretly, and hit the backhand with a stick, only heard a sound of "Peng", Wu Shiming snorted, a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, he was deflected by the shock, and fell slowly to the ground, Fang Jianming saw Wu Shiming was injured, his expression changed, and he said: "Brother Shiming, you are injured!" Wu Shiming laughed loudly and said: "Jianming, I'm fine, although his martial arts are higher than mine, but I want to fight him desperately, He has nothing to do with me!" The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt roared angrily, and shouted: "Stinky boy, what are you, I'm going to kill you!" Wu Shiming laughed contemptuously, and said: "What are you? ? Look at you, aren’t you with them?” This is what the people in the Bloody Hand Sect (except Tianzun) want to ask. According to the direction where the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt and the middle-aged man in the black shirt are standing, They didn't seem to be in the same group as the Blood Hand Sect. At this time, Jiang Wuya came up, Fang Jianming said, "Mr. Jiang..." Jiang Wuya's face was heavy, and he shook his hand, signaling Fang Jianming not to speak, and turned to the middle-aged man in black. Humanity: "The old man asks you, what's your name?"

The middle-aged man in black was taken aback for a moment, as if he was thinking, and then he showed a confused look on his face, and said: "Who am I?" Jiang Wuya shouted: "Everyone has a name, why don't you know your own name? You Say!" The middle-aged man in the black shirt was full of pain, and suddenly roared, his voice shook, everyone's ear drums buzzed, and he said angrily: "I am me, who the hell are you old man? Why do you know me? "Jiang Wuya said: "You can't tell, the old man also knows who you are! Back then, the seven of you and the head of the Blood Hand sect tried to dominate the martial arts world, but we were killed in Daxue Mountain, why did you come back from the dead?" Finally, those two people seemed to be stimulated by something, and they yelled wildly. They seemed to think of something in their hearts, but it was blurry. The more they thought about it, the more painful their heads became. An overwhelming energy emanated from them, and the strong wind swept out. Everyone in the field couldn't bear it, and retreated more or less. I saw the two of them roaring like wild animals, and their faces turned red in an instant. , and the two palms were even more blood-red.

Seeing Jiang Wuya, his complexion changed greatly, he said in shock: "Everyone, back up quickly, don't get close to them!" After saying that, he flew up and backed up, the people on the side of Shaolin Temple hurriedly backed out, it was Fang Jianming and Wu Shiming, He also followed back, Tianzun saw him, smiled slightly, and said: "Don't worry, everyone, these two are members of the 'Seven Great Evil Gods' of the Blood Hand Sect, their martial arts are superb, and they are not inferior to me. They came out, haha, Shaolin Temple will surely perish now!" The people of Blood Hand Sect were shocked when they heard this, from Rigong to Disha, none of them knew the so-called "Seven Great Evil Gods", let alone the title of Heavenly Venerable As the "ghosts and gods" of adults, for a while, everyone has their own concerns and plays with their own little things, but they have a common feeling in their hearts, that is excitement!
As soon as Tianzun finished speaking, he heard a loud noise from a distance, and everyone was alarmed. Looking in the blink of an eye, they saw that the sky was covered with mud, snow and water. The Iron King Kong couple and the old monk were lying on the ground, motionless. Between the three of them, a huge deep pit appeared, and one could tell at a glance that the two sides had lost both sides in the fight.Tianzun's face darkened, and said: "Those two go up to have a look, and help the Iron King Kong couple over!" Da Fang's face was heavy, and at the same time he said: "Dawu, Brother Daku, you go up and help the uncle over!"

Great suffering, Dawu helped the old monk over, Jiang Wuya stretched out his hand to feel the pulse of the old monk, and said: "Fortunately, this master still has a breath!" After speaking, he glanced at Da Fang, and said: "Da Fang Zen Master, Shaolin Temple has Xiao Huan Dan, give it to your master uncle, it should save a life!" Da Fang nodded hurriedly and said: "Yes, thank you for reminding me, senior!" Then he took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom , poured out a pill and gave it to the old monk.This Xiao Huan Dan is incomparably precious, Shaolin Temple can only refine six pills every 30 years, how can anyone who is not an important person in Shaolin Temple be able to accept it!

At this moment, the two men stopped yelling, and their complexions returned to normal, but fierce and hateful lights flashed in their eyes. Looking at the three big characters "Shaolin Temple" on the gate in the distance, the middle-aged man in black looked He said word by word: "That's right, it's Shaolin Temple. Among you, who is Wukong and who is Fang Jianming?" Very good, where is Wukong?" Fang Jianming changed his face and said: "Master Grandfather has passed away for many years, what do you want to do with him?" The two were slightly taken aback when they heard this, and suddenly laughed "haha", and said: "It's too late to die. Good, good death!" The black-clothed middle-aged man jumped up and rushed towards Fang Jianming, saying: "Master Ghosts and Gods have taken a fancy to your 'Tianhe Baolu' and told us to come and arrest you to see him!"

Fang Jianming stretched out a hand to block it, only to hear the sound of "Peng", Fang Jianming was shocked back three steps immediately, the middle-aged man in black smiled "hehe" and said: "No wonder Lord Ghosts and Gods value you so much, Is your martial arts not bad at such a young age?" With five punches blasted like lightning, Fang Jianming's expression froze, he stretched out his hand, and pulled out the Tian Chan Knife, the knife was as impatient as the wind, and slashed at the opponent The face of the middle-aged man in the black shirt changed, and he shouted: "Good knife!" Although he was invulnerable to swords and guns, he was not invulnerable, so he didn't dare to take the Tianchan knife hard. After killing him from the side, Fang Jianming yelled, "Get out!" The knife slashed out obliquely, and the Tianchan knife groaned softly, piercing the air flow, and the light of the knife hit the top of the opponent's head like lightning. "Jie Jie" smiled, and said: "You are the one who got out!" With the palm of his left hand, he struck out with his right hand, the blood-red handprint hit the light of the knife, the two of them shot very quickly, only heard the sound of "Peng", Fang Jianming groaned , bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he was sent flying out. The middle-aged man in black followed closely and punched him out.

When Wu Shiming saw it, his face changed drastically, he jumped up, and shouted: "The villain is going crazy, sir, come and meet you!" He just got up, and saw the middle-aged man in yellow shirt with a "hehe" smile, and said: "Stinky boy!" , What is that treasure in your hand, show me!" His mind sank, he slowly pushed out his right hand, and a very domineering force flew out, trying to lock Wu Shiming.Wu Shiming trembled all over and was forced to the ground. The dragon-slaying stick in his hand wobbled, as if it was about to fly out. .The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt let out a "huh" and shouted: "Sure enough, you are a little good, but your internal strength is not as good as mine!" Slowly pushed out his left hand, Wu Shiming let out a long cry, and exerted a thousand pendant kung fu, his feet seemed to take root In general, let your figure stand firmly in place.The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt didn't move, his face changed, and he shouted: "Stinky boy, you are looking for death!" He slapped his palms forward, and a blood-red palm print flew out, and it was about to hit Wu Shiming, Wu Shiming With a roar, he raised the "Dragon Slaying Stick", and the eyes of the dragon on the Dragon Slaying Stick came alive.It seemed that it was about to fly out of the stick, and the bloody handprint hit the stick. The dragon was shining all over, and a pair of eyes were shining.

Wu Shiming opened his mouth with a "wow" and spit out a mouthful of blood, but his men flew into the sky, and with a wave of the dragon-slaying stick in his hand, a dragon shadow flew out of the stick, hitting the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt like lightning On the top of the person's head, there was a "boom", the mud splashed, and the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt yelled and fell far away. The people from the Blood Hand Sect saw their faces, and their expressions changed, and the people from the Shaolin Temple saw it Overjoyed, he looked at Wu Shiming generously, feeling deeply moved in his heart!Wu Shiming landed on the ground, looked up, and saw that Fang Jianming and the middle-aged man in black were fighting fiercely. As soon as they fought, Fang Jianming was at a disadvantage. Wu Shiming's martial arts skills were too high, no matter how Fang Jianming used his saber, he was always dodged by the opponent, and Wu Shiming was about to go up to help.

Suddenly, there was a roar, and the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt stood up from the ground and rushed up with big strides, with a grin on his face, although there was blood on his head, his momentum was stronger than before, and his palms were abnormal Blood red, almost bleeding.

When everyone saw it, their eyes widened, and they all thought it was a bit inconceivable that the dragon-slaying stick was not an ordinary stick. After receiving a heavy blow, he acted as if nothing had happened. I don't know how this guy cultivated, or is he a human being!Wu Shiming took a deep breath, his mind sank, feeling the "mood" of the dragon-slaying stick, and soon put his body and mind together with the dragon-slaying stick, and secretly said: "Dragon-slaying stick, oh-slaying stick, you are from the Shaolin Temple You are one of the seven unique talents of the Shaolin Temple, today the honor and disgrace of Shaolin Temple will depend on you!" With a long roar, he flew up and quickly fought with the opponent, and when the two of them caught up, every move was followed by a loud bang , the wind blew, dragon shadows, and bloody handprints competed with each other, and the air gurgled.

It's funny to say, the four of them fought against each other, none of them came forward to help, it seemed like an agreement, just like a gambler, Shaolin Temple pinned all hopes on Fang and Wu, and Blood Hand Sect pinned on Fang and Wu. If Fang and Wu are defeated by those two people, Shaolin Temple will have to wait to be slaughtered!
Fang Jianming fights against the middle-aged man in black, the more he fights, the more frightening he is. This guy can't be regarded as a "human". Fang Jianming used the Heavenly Cicada Saber Technique. The cicadas flying in the sky seem to be useless to him, so he can't be confused With the opponent's mind, and the opponent's fearlessness of Tianchan Dao's aura, Fang Jianming fought in a very embarrassing manner!The middle-aged man in black saw this, and laughed wildly. A pair of blood-red palms danced, chopping, chopping, stabbing, grabbing, forcing Fang Jianming to retreat steadily, only to hear the middle-aged man in black "haha" With a loud laugh, he shouted: "Fang Jianming, why don't you just grab it with your hands free!" With a punch, the air flow started to rotate, Fang Jianming's figure froze, his heart was startled, he suppressed the burst of true energy, and the knife flew out when there was no time left.

(End of this chapter)