Xu Zhu was too experienced after all, and after taking the Tao, Jiumozhi Flame Knife was waiting here early. Although Xu Zhu's body was easy to erect, he naturally reacted and jumped back quickly, and was still stabbed in his chest. <><> Under the old monk's robe, his chest was charred, as if it had been burned by fire.

This time his inner breath became turbid, and Jiumozhi refused to let him go, and he refused to guard the gate and insisted on killing Xu Zhu. Xuanci and others were panicked: the national master showed mercy. They all used their unique skills to attack Jiumozhi.

The man on the sacred mountain shouted: "How can a dignified Shaolin do something that can be used to fight against the masses?" He moved his body and stood in front of Xuanci. Xuanci knew that Xuzhu was the place where Shaolin Temple will flourish in the next fifty years. In a hurry, he claimed the crime, and the Great Vajra palms were overwhelming and hit the man on the sacred mountain from the air. He used all his strength to defeat the sacred mountain so as to stop Jiumozhi.

But they knew that the other party was also a scattered force and had prepared for it. The two of them were shocked and shocked the other party's martial arts. The man on the sacred mountain just realized that the power of the other party's palm was far above his Tiger's palm. He was jealous and hated, thinking that if he could also practice this palm technique, even Jiumozhi would not be afraid.

Xuanci was stopped, but the old monks of the Xuan generation were not stopped. Unfortunately, Jiumozhi was not afraid of this man at all. He was born in every step and came and went freely among the old monks of the Xuan generation. The most powerful move of Maha finger, "Three Entering Hell", was launched in a hurry. Three clang sounds, and three monks of the Xuan generation fell down.

This is a melee among the crowd, not as much as fighting alone, so Jiumozhi's three extremely powerful fingers can achieve success. Jiumozhi laughed and said, "Shaolin Temple is indeed a deceptive person, and this kind of siege can be done, but unfortunately it seems that it can't do anything to the little monk." The old monks could still exhale under the siege. They were really shocked and angry.

At this time, the heroes of Heshuo had already arrived at the entrance of the hall. An old voice said, "Brother Xuansheng. Your Brother Zhuge is here, but someone is attacked in the temple. Don't panic and I will help."

When Xuansheng heard this voice, he knew that it was Zhuge Zhong, a "Divine Bon" he had been with Zhuge Zhong for many years. He felt ashamed that the huge Shaolin Temple could not take down a Jiumozhi, and now it was all for outsiders to see.

As soon as the heroes entered the hall, they felt their energy flying. They rushed towards them, shaving their faces so much that they hurt. The heroes still forced themselves to open their eyes to see the scene of the hall. They only saw a middle-aged monk in yellow clothes besieged by an old monk in Shaolin Temple. The man was idle, and several old monks in Shaolin were injured, far apart.

Those who besieged those monks of the Xuan generation were all high-ranking monks, but Abbot Xuanci was having a conversation with another thin old monk. The thin old monk was the "man on the sacred mountain" who was singing in the martial arts world. Today, the heroes of Heshuo were fighting with the two arhats who subdued dragons and subdued tigers. They were really happy, but they also saw the Xuan generation monks who seemed to be at the upper hand when they were facing a strange monk.

First, they didn't know what to do. Second, even the monks could not do anything to the monks of the Xuan generation. The heroes thought to themselves that even if they took action personally, they might not be able to surpass any monks of the Xuan generation, let alone Jiumozhi, who was far above the monks of the Xuan generation. Therefore, they were guarding the gate and did not dare to join the battle group easily.

At this time, a young voice in the hall slowly rang out, "So many friends are here today, the national master, Abbot Xuanci, and Master Shenshan, let's stop fighting."

This voice easily overshadowed the fighting sounds in the hall, and the heroes were shocked again. Who is this?

However, they didn't believe that such masters could make them stop after fighting. They saw a young man in white walking among the crowd in the hall. Every time he took a step, a Shaolin monk would inevitably leave the battle circle. In the end, only Xuannan, Xuande and Xuansheng were still in a dilemma with Jiumozhi, and those Shaolin monks who had left the battle circle did not know why they retreated from the battle circle.

Before the monks left, the energy emitted by the monks was accumulated by Li Zhichang's great movement. He got closer and closer to Jiumozhi, and finally blocked the palm force emitted by Xuannan, Xuanbei and Xuansheng. At this time, the energy of the entire Xuan generation monks was borrowed by him, and then passed through Li Zhichang's body, and suddenly faced Jiumozhi.

This story is a long story, but in fact, the real time has only passed a moment. However, the heroes of Heshuo can still see every move of Li Zhichang clearly. This sense of difference is extremely uncomfortable.

When Li Zhichang and others pushed out the three great monks, they only felt that Li Zhichang seemed to have become extremely tall. Li Zhichang was like the tall Buddha statue in the Great Hall, and he was just a small novice monk at the foot of Mount Sumeru. Li Zhichang slapped him with a palm, pushing towards Jiu Mo Zhiping like a high wall made of steel.

Jiumozhi knew that it was because the opponent's attack was too amazing, which caused the illusion, but this attack was probably an unprecedented blow in the martial arts world. This attack was not Li Zhichang's own power, but the power he borrowed.

There were at least fifteen monks of the Xuan generation who besieged him, and each of the thirty people had decades of skill. Together, it was equivalent to a blow of hundreds of years of skill.

This blow was only said to be destroyed, the sky collapsed and the earth was broken. Jiumozhi was knocked out of the hall like a kite with broken strings. The heroes of Heshuo who were watching the show were affected. From time to time, some people broke their muscles and bones, and screams were connected.

Jiumozhi flew ten feet away before landing on the ground. Xuanci and Shenshan were both shocked by Li Zhichang's blow and sweated coldly. They thought to themselves how could there be such a powerful person in the world. Jiumozhi's mouth was bleeding and said to himself: Even if you took the Daluo Golden Pill, how could you have such strong skills? If you hadn't used Heshuo's heroes to pave the way, he would have to cut off his hands and feet. Even so, his meridians were now painful.

In the eyes of others, Li Zhichang easily defeated the enemy that Shaolin Temple could not help but defeated with one blow. With this contrast, everyone looked at the Shaolin monks with a strange look.

Although Jiumozhi was so dirty by Li Zhichang, he still remained elegant and said loudly: "Shaolin Temple is worthy of being a martial arts world. If you can't beat others, you will be besieged. If you can't siege, you will be invited to others. It is really a good method. I am a Tubo martial arts world with weak power, and the little monk does not like to make friends with you. This is far worse than Shaolin Temple."

In fact, even though Li Zhichang's martial arts are magical, how could he knock Jiumozhi away with just one blow? This is his own "Seventh Level of Great Transfer of the Universe" kung fu, which can temporarily stay in his body and accumulate it. This blow is the joint force of everyone in Shaolin, not his credit.
Chapter completed!