Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 285
As soon as Wu Xian finished speaking, he jumped up, Chen Hou couldn't dodge in time, and put his knee on the back of the blade, with a sound of "噗", Broken Blade pierced Chen Hou thoroughly, spraying red blood Come out, dripping on the sand.

Chen Hou flew upside down, blood sprinkled in the air, like beautiful flower petals, gorgeous, colorful and coquettish.

With his head down and his body up, Chen Hou was collapsed on the ground like a green onion. Blood spewed out of his mouth, his eyes were half-opened, and he didn't have the slightest energy.

But he pulled himself together again, struggled to stand up, pointed at Wu Xian, staggered, and laughed maniacally: "Haha, I didn't lose, I didn't lose, all of you have to be buried with me. "

On the pavilion, Zhao Min gently shook her little feet, looking very lively and cute, "Hey, kill him, kill him." Zhao Min saw that Wu Xian saved the day and defeated Chen Hou and Zhou Zhiruo in a row. The clear eyes are like a clear spring, and the eyes are full of touching smiles. He gently waved his pink fist and shouted for Wu Xian.

Wu Xian had no pity, no anger, no hatred in his heart. In his eyes, Chen Hou was already a dead man. He took a big step, and was walking two steps. Suddenly, there was a coldness between his brows, and his mind was very nervous.

"Not good!" Wu Xian panicked. At this moment, he slowly closed his eyes and carefully felt the flow of air around him. In an instant, his eyes suddenly opened, and there was a flash of inspiration in them, and he waved his right hand , even with the sleeves fluttering, when the time came, three extremely thin and light silver needles were swept by the strong wind, puff puff, all shot at Chen Hou.

"Uh." Chen Hou just yelled, and the laughter stopped abruptly, leaving only a dull smile on his face, and his pupils gradually became dilated, lifeless.

Wu Xian looked towards the tall tower in the northwest, where the silver needle came from, but the figure was no longer there.Wu Xian's eyes are a little cold, is that Cheng Kun?

At this time, the fight between the Beggar Gang and Shaolin had been extremely fierce, and the square could be said to be littered with corpses, half hell, half heaven.

On the left side of the square, those from other sects were watching the opera, chattering and chattering, while on the right side were swords, swords, and blood flowing all over the ground.

With a sullen face, Wu Xian glanced at the ground of the square, there were nearly a hundred dead bodies lying there, [-]% of them were disciples of the Beggar Gang, and only [-]% were disciples of Shaolin.

Wu Xian walked past Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wuji stretched out his hand to protect Zhou Zhiruo behind him.Wu Xian didn't even look at her, and walked straight to the two factions who were fighting.

At this time, Wu Xian approached step by step, his steps were steady and powerful, for a moment, the people on both sides stopped and stared at him.The members of the Beggar Gang gained great hope, but Shaolin saw Chen Hou and Zhou Zhiruo, two masters, but they couldn't stop Wu Xian, and they lost all fighting spirit for a while.

"What are you doing? You still don't take up arms for me. You must destroy the beggar gang today, otherwise my Shaolin Temple will have no face." , he kicked over the retreating monk, grabbed his saber, and pointed at Wu Xian tremblingly.

Wu Xian's eyes froze, because he had just gone through a life-and-death battle, and there were scarlet blood stains on his clothes at this time, it was the flower of sin, it looked so coquettish and poignant.

"Do you still want to fight? Masters." Wu Xian smiled slightly and said to the Shaolin monks.

Kong Zhi has been standing on the sidelines and chanting Buddhist scriptures. Seeing that the monks are silent, he is worried that Wu Xian will kill him. No one among the monks can resist. I am afraid that only the three masters and uncles can suppress Wu Xian. It's all over.

Kong Zhi clasped his hands together, said "Amitabha", and then said: "This battle, benefactor Chen Hou lost, and I, Shaolin, also lost. Shaolin monks are willing to let the benefactor do what he wants."

Wu Xian shook his head, and said slowly: "If the two factions really fight, it's hard to say who will win and who will lose. The master is merciful and willing to admit defeat. I can't bear to see blood flow from both sides. I really admire it."

"Shaolin and the beggar gang are suffering heavy casualties now, neither side wants to continue fighting, but I always want to give an explanation to my brothers, there are some moths in Shaolin, which ruined Shaolin's porridge, so there are some people who must not be let go. Wu Xian changed the subject, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and said indifferently.

"How about that?" The fat monk asked hastily.

"It's you, the one who keeps shouting the most, fanning the flames by the side and breaking the friendship between the two factions." As soon as the fat monk spoke, Wu Xian pointed at him and said aggressively.

The fat monk's face darkened, he refused to admit it, and hurriedly said to Kongzhi: "Uncle Kongzhi, we have been bullied to the bone, can you still swallow your anger?"

Kongzhi closed his eyes and kept silent, pretending to chant scriptures and chant Buddha, as if he had entered a state of forgetting both things and himself, no matter what the fat monk said, he would not move or speak.

Wu Xian was secretly happy, it seemed that this fat monk belonged to Cheng Kun, and even Kong Zhi was unwilling to save him.

The fat monk turned his head to look at the other monks, and said hastily, "Aren't you going to help me?"

Wu Xian moved, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the fat monk, lifted his clothes with one hand, smiled coldly, and said: "Little fat man, you are not proud now."

"You...you..." The fat monk took out his hand, but saw that his hand was in the shape of a dragon's claw, which was in the "holding cloud style" in the dragon's claw, but the fat hand was limp, with no strength, and grabbed Wu Xian's chest .

Wu Xian's complexion changed, he stretched his arms, lifted the fat monk a little further, and stepped back a few steps, surprised: "You monk is so unscrupulous, is this a dragon's claw hand?" Wu Xian was a little contemptuous, thinking silently in his heart Writer: This is probably the claw of the milk-grabbing dragon.

"Let go of me, or I won't be polite to you." The fat monk pretended to be a tough threat with some fear in his small eyes.

Wu Xian chuckled, and didn't say much to him. He lifted his fat body with one hand, and immediately threw him into the crowd of beggars. Everyone in the crowd surrounded him with black faces and sneered. It was a burst of ravages.

I only heard the wailing sound like killing a pig, and after only a few moments, the voice seemed a little weak, Wu Xian waved his hand and ordered: "This monk is the chief culprit, carry him down for interrogation, who ordered him? What sinister intentions are there to sow discord between the beggars' gang and Shaolin, it's really abominable."

"Yes." All the beggars agreed in unison, even ten people escorted the fat monk and retreated to the side.

On the other side, Zhang Wuji felt a little uneasy. He rescued Zhou Zhiruo. You can give me reasonable advice.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's gaze, Yang Xiao shook his head helplessly. They missed the opportunity to make friends between the two factions. How could they know that Wu Xian is so powerful, turning the tide by himself.

(End of this chapter)