Song Qing's calligraphy fell on the ground and rolled away. He only felt that two long objects were swept across his face, less than half a foot apart. He was in a hurry to be castrated, but there was no strong wind at all. He was so skilled now that he still recognized these two long objects as two black ropes, even though they were just lightning and flint.

"Is it the diamond subduing circle that beat Zhang Wuji like a dog at the lion slaughtering meeting?" An idea just flashed through song Qingshu's mind. Another black rope came to his chest. The black rope turned into a straight blade, such as a spear, such as a stick, and spurted. At the same time, the other two black ropes also came from behind.

Song Qingshu's left hand turned, and two fingers caught the black rope that came from his chest. He laughed: "let's see what Kato hawk's rhinoceros finger is!" Just as he was about to break the long rope, he suddenly felt that the long rope trembled and an overwhelming internal force hit his chest. Song Qingshu's face changed slightly. If the internal force was strong enough, even if he had the magic power to protect his body, his ribs would be broken and his five Zang organs would be damaged.

In this flash of lightning, he waved his right hand back and pushed away the two black ropes from behind him. With the help of his left hand, he pressed on the black rope, and his whole body was as light as a swallow. With a whoosh, he rushed up to the sky.

"Why?" Three low voices came from the darkness. I don't know whether I was admiring this man's martial arts or his peerless lightness skill.

But the three did not hesitate, and soon the three black lines rose like three ink dragons, leaping up from three sides. In the dark, the three long ropes are dark and have no light. When they dance, they can't see any shadow.

If it wasn't for song Qingshu's cultivation at this time, he would be able to see as clearly as day, even in the dark.

The black rope is silent when it is waved, which obviously makes the internal force of the rope seeker pure and incomparable. It has reached the state of returning to the sky and showing no edges and corners. Ordinary experts are in the current situation of song Qingshu, and most of them can't see the way of the enemy's weapons, so they have no room to fight back. These three long ropes seem to be slow and urgent, but there is no news. The three long ropes are ghostly and uncanny.

Song Qingshu's figure looks like a relegated immortal in mid air. He is unrestrained and unrestrained. With a flick of his finger and a little toe, he often evades the opponent's killing moves. Zhang Sanfeng on one side looks at it and nods his head secretly. The opponent has just made a total of three moves and nine moves, each of which hides dozens of changes and dozens of killers. As a result, song Qingshu turns these three moves and nine moves one by one, Although each of them reached the extreme point of danger when they were dissolved, the slightest difference was the disaster of broken tendons and bones and death, but they still seemed to be free from danger.

If it's normal, Zhang Sanfeng must have a careful look at how song Qingshu broke the circle of Vajra subduing the demons. But now they are visiting Shaolin Temple at night. If the fight lasts too long, it will disturb other monks in the temple, which will inevitably lead to twists and turns.

Zhang Sanfeng's heart moved, and the whole person deceived the center of the three black ropes. With the strength of the three people, he rolled the three black ropes together. This gesture was his own Taiji mental method. The strength became round. The inner strength of the three black ropes was immediately twisted into a ball. When Zhang Sanfeng rubbed his hands, the black rope spun rapidly.

In the dark, there were three exclamations, and soon the three figures flew out of the nearby pines.

Fortunately, Zhang Sanfeng was merciful, and his strength didn't work. Therefore, the three of them were able to change their positions in a hurry. With a quick backhand shake, the entangled three ropes finally separated.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't stop him. On the contrary, his eyes praised him. The three monks' accomplishments were much higher than those of the xuanzi generation. They were able to stabilize their positions so quickly.

Then they saw the three monks' appearance. The monk's face in the northeast corner was dark, like pig iron; The monk in the northwest corner is as withered as a tree; The monk in the South was as pale as paper. The three monks all had deep cheeks and were so thin that they had no muscles at all. The Yellow faced monk glanced at them, and the three old monks and five Taoist monks were so bright that they looked bright and bright.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded secretly. This should be the third crossing of Shaolin. It's difficult to cross the calamity.

When they looked at the three monks, the three monks also looked at them. Just now, song Qingshu was in the circle of Vajra subduing demons. In his life, the three eminent monks, except for Zhang Wuji, the leader of the Ming religion, had never met such a strong opponent. When he was shocked, he didn't expect that the old way beside him was even more unfathomable. Just as soon as he made a move, they were unstable, It was only by changing positions that the strange force from hesso was barely eliminated.

"Where are you sacred and why do you break into the forbidden area of Shaolin at night?" Dujie took the lead in opening his mouth. He used his internal power in his voice. It must be to inform other monks in the temple.

In fact, if the two men's martial arts were not too shocking, why did Sandu move the rescue troops? At the beginning of the lion slaughtering conference, the heroes of the world gathered in Shaolin. The three did not want the Abbot's soldiers. They beat back wave after wave of sinister masters with their black rope in their hands and protected Xie Xun. But now they are just fighting each other. The three monks have no match in their hearts. Even if there is only one opponent, they may not be rivals, let alone two at once.

Song Qingshu took the opportunity to come to Zhang Sanfeng and said in a low voice, "master Tai, if you wait for xuanci to come, you will not be able to look good in Shaolin Wudang. It's not convenient for you, father Tai. I think it's better to go to the Sutra pavilion to find out if you can find out my father's whereabouts, and then go away when xuanci and others come, If you don't meet them face to face, you'll be able to face Shaolin and Wudang. "

Zhang Sanfeng nodded his head and made it clear that the other side was right. Shaolin had a strange attitude. The Sutra Pavilion always had to check. But after all, the Sutra Pavilion is the forbidden area of Shaolin. It's hard to avoid some mistakes for them to break into. They had to make a quick decision and leave as soon as possible.

Two people look at each other, see each other's ideas, quickly figure a flash, then to three monks.

"Good courage!" Seeing them coming, the three monks could not help but be surprised and angry. However, the greatest effort of the three of them, who have been sitting for more than 30 years, is to use "heart to heart communication". One person moves his mind, and the other two immediately understand it. The power of the three together is far greater than that of the three ordinary masters. Therefore, although they are frightened, they are not flustered. Three black lines are suddenly sent out, The circle formed is like an iron wall. If you can put them off for a while and a half, and wait for abbot xuanci to lead the experts to arrive, everything will be fine.

"You deal with Du Nan. I'll take the two left." Zhang Sanfeng soon began to assign tasks to the two.

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