Chapter 261 Joy and Sorrow at the Moment of Victory

At this time, Yang Jing sounded in the cave, and Fengya taught himself the thunder formula, but all metal weapons always responded more or less to the electric current.

Yang Jing wanted to change his fingerprints and remembered the formula in his heart. When he was in the cave at that time, how the wind cliff treated him evilly. For a moment, he was fascinated by his eyes and wrapped around a few electric wires in his hand. The Shaolin disciples present were all shocked.

Chongchi is very disdainful. What can Yang Jing do under the blow of his shadowless moon sword? There will really be a sword through the heart.

Chongchi immediately pushed his hands away, and saw the plain sword shadow looming in the wind and rain. The true spirit rolled and domineering. The roaring sound of the sword covered up the exclamation of everyone.

Yang Jing's palm drained his internal force, and the thunder was flowing from the light, and his palm was overflowing. Who knew that his man had no strength at all, and any child could kill him with his palm.

At that end, fifteen or six of the big men around Chongchi have fallen, and eight people who were killed by Yang Jing's great compassion, and now there are only more than 20 people left. However, at this moment, although Shaolin seems to have become a strong crossbow, Yang Jing has long been stained with blood. The blood is not only his own, but more of it is the enemy. These blood stains did not become bloody under the thunderstorm.

Under the impact of Yang Jing's lightning wire, Chongchi's sword could not be further pressed. Suddenly, a tearing sound was formed around Yang Jing.

"No..." Seeing it, Xuanzhong waited for an almost torn shout.

"Ky, if you defend like this, you will only teach more people to die in Shaolin Temple!" Chongchi said almost with a ferocious smile.

"Disciples should quickly disperse from the rain!" Xuan Wu shouted.

There has been no response for a long time. Everyone looked at Chongchi in the field with hateful eyes and couldn't wait to go up with a maid.

"No! Shaolin disciples are never afraid of death!" It was Zeng Shan who spoke.

With it, there is a sound of pandering.

At this moment, Yang Jing woke up from a big dream. This devil completely ignores the life and death of anyone around him. What's the use of this person staying in the world?

With that, he looked back at the more than 20 people around him. His whole body was shocked, and his fat body soared, and then he quickly lost weight. Shaolin's claw hand hit hard, which was the most powerful move of the dragon claw hand "dragon flying". Yang Jing saw it and shouted and rushed over desperately. Na Yingting's face was still cold. Suddenly, he moved and grabbed Yang Jing. Shaolin Dharma pointed out and rushed into the oncoming, like a group of black men of tigers and wolves.

Only ten fingers rose, and ten fingers came out, as fast as lightning, shooting through the bodies of ten people, and half of them fell down. Fang Yuan's whole body was exhausted, and he was passed through by more than ten long swords without moving, and his blood ran wildly.

"Master!" Yang Jing could hardly believe that Fang Yuan's dragon claw hand was hit by the moon sword in an instant.

"Brother, I have avenged you." Zeng Shan jumped in.

Chongchi talked and said, "A little bug, do you dare to compete with me for glory?" A sword goes away.

I only heard a call, and Zeng Shan fell into Yang Jing's arms.

Yang Jing looked at him coldly and said, "I'll do it."

Zeng Shan was a little surprised and immediately nodded: "Be careful. Kill him!"

At this time, they have already lost the original vow of confrontation, and Zeng Shan may have understood the huge gap between himself and Yang Jing at this moment. Only Yang Jing can be Shaolin!

Yang Jing's heart was angry layer by layer. When he reached the extreme, he suddenly became quite relaxed. His face also became quiet. With a cold old face, a pair of black eyebrows trembled gently. Suddenly, he roared and said, "Shaolin Qijue has not appeared in the world for decades. Have you bullied Shaolin? I'm working hard today, and I also want to let you know that Shaolin Temple is powerful.

After Yang Jing finished speaking, he waved his palms to force back the sword spirit shot by Chong Chi and jumped out of his feet. His great compassionate hand was raised high above his head, and the roar of dragons and tigers all over his body. At this time, the real great compassionate hand woke up from meditation and made a applause to compete with the other party's moon worship sword.

Yang Jing drooped, his eyes were slightly closed, and the only three-style palm method that he saw left on the Shaolin wall at the beginning. The first form is called "cicada out", the second type is called "cicada dance", and the third type is called "cicada silence". The Shaolin monk who wrote the book warned his descendants that these three styles should cooperate. Great compassion, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

At this time, it still cares a lot, and it's just a matter of death. Three-style trend routes appeared in his heart, and the infinite Buddha waved his palm. His people flew up and rushed up more than ten feet high and rushed down to Chongchi. Chongchi looked up and wanted to avoid it. Suddenly, he couldn't move as if he had been clicked by the acupuncture point. Chongchi was shocked. Isn't this waiting to die? At this time, Chongchi's men behind him rose up and broke through Yang Jing's control of Chongchi. Eight people and eight palms, they hit up with all their strength.

Time seemed to condense. Yang Jing's body was fixed in mid-air, and the Buddha's palm flew down. The empty palms of eight palms of eight people kept rushing to the palm. One person shouted and flew out, and then another person, another person... It was not until the sixth person fell out that Yang Jing turned over and fell down and fell a few feet away. , smiling and motionless, a pair of white eyebrows drooped slightly, and his eyes looked at the distance without blinking. There seemed to be some magic there, which attracted his attention. Nameless just looked there, like a homesick wanderer seeing the landscape of his hometown. He didn't want to let go of grass and trees, but had to remember them in order to calm the excitement in his heart.

And Chongchi did not move. When Yang Jing slowly landed, a dark shadow flashed into the man's eyes at a very fast speed, and Huo took Chongchi away.

Xuanzhong and others shouted, "Cao Daxian?!"

Yang Jing was shocked. Did this old monster come out of the mountain? It seems that the chaos of martial arts has begun.

With Chongchi's violent departure, the rain stopped, and everyone cheered and loved Yang Jing. Yes, it was this young man who saved the Shaolin Temple.

While holding Fang Yuan in the arms full of tears on his face, he burst into tears. Yang Jing's face is also wet. Is it rain? Is it sweat? Or tears?

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Although the small burning village is in a valley, there are half of the living houses in a small town.

In one of the restaurants, there are hundreds of women in the "rotten flower house", such as Xiongfeng and so on. Liu Zige did a lot of evil. Most of these women were robbed. When Xiong Feng came here with the heroes, the spectacular waves were turbulent everywhere, and even the eight-step monk couldn't help swallowing saliva, but Xiong Feng was still very sober and immediately ordered that no woman should be moved. No, there is no mercy!

For a while, the women burst into tears and finally met good people, otherwise tonight will be their nightmare.

At this moment, at the beginning of the night, the rotten flower building was brightly lit, and all the seats were full of banquets, although the cups and plates were intertwined

sound, but don't hear the noise. The guests here are noble, so they are less vulgar.

In a particularly gorgeous large wing on the third floor of the building, there are two banquets for 12 people each. The exquisite and rich dishes are served by beautiful women like water. They raise their glasses to persuade them to drink in a cheerful atmosphere.

During the banquet, after a heroic toast to everyone on the seat, his face turned slightly red, and he said to a square-faced, big-eared, handsome man, about forty-five or six men, "Brother Chu, my heroic life is yours. You saved me. If you want to take it back one day, just take it away."

Chu Xiong immediately got up and said, "Haha, the master of Xiong's words is serious. I, Chu Xiong, have to rely on you to save my wife."

At this time, thexunda lantern knew the difficulties of Chu Xiong, and at this time, they also toasted him to thank him for saving Xiongfeng.

"With your leadership, the Tiger Gang is more powerful than before, and the world respects it. Now the unification of the underworld is just around the corner. A toast!" The iron flute beggar also said.

After many changes, he is no longer a boy who didn't know the depth of heaven and earth. In addition, over the years, he has devoted himself to hard practice, and his demeanor has changed greatly. He smiled faintly and said, "Brother Tiedi has a good reputation. I only received the help of three brothers to drink this cup for my brothers."

After saying that, everyone at the table hurried to drink with them.

When everyone was busy toasting each other, the eight-step monk was sad. Hunyuan immediately said, "I said, monk, you really don't drink. Are you a monk?"

This word immediately triggered a burst of laughter.

"You say it first. I'm thinking about the problem." After saying that, the monk also had a drink.

"I said, the monk is in such a good atmosphere that you can't be alone and drinking. When the sky falls, we will all stand together."

"That is, no matter what the monk does, let's talk about it later. No matter what happens, drinking is the most important thing at this moment." Hunyuan also said.

"Come on, monk, little brother, I respect you." Chu Xiong raised his glass happily, and at this time, everyone responded one after another.

The eight-step monk drank it all before he smiled and said, "Haha, with you brothers, no matter how difficult it is, you don't have to be afraid. Even if you are afraid, the ancients will be happy when they meet each other. Let's have another drink."

At this time, Xiong Feng found that there seemed to be one person missing. After a closer look, he knew that Wang Qi was missing.

A moment of laughter and laughter.

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A woman on the side of the main hall gave a delicate cry, soft paralysis embroidery**. The man buried his head in her beautiful pink neck and hair, greedily smelling her touching body fragrance.

"I will treat you well. How about I let you be the helmsman's wife?"

The woman opened a little tired and charming eyes and begged, "Wang Lang! I really can't do it. Please let Yuxia go."

Yuxia nodded powerlessly and closed her eyes.

In the dark house, the warmth is like fire.

The woman's delicate cry against death, the man's breathing,

The woman's slightly hoarse voice was mixed with the man's gasp and said, "Will you treat me well?" Also

With a burst of gasp and crying, the woman urged, "Say it!"

The man said in a gasping tone, "I beg for it. Among so many women, you are the best one. That's great!

"Ah!" With a sound, the woman's delicate cry came, and this was an irresistible moment.

"Brother Xun, where is Master Wang?"

"Oh, Wang Qi, it hurts alone... Let's not talk about that."