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In Zhang Wuji's heart, everyone who killed his parents deserves to die, and the chief culprit among them is naturally the evil nun. But this world is different from his own world. She is not here at this moment, so he has to do the next best thing and kill him first.

Shaolin's bald monk.

Moreover, this bald monk looks quite similar to the dead bald man in his own world and has the same identity. He deserves to die!

"Ah!" Zhang Wuji flashed his body and punched Kongwen.

Looking at Zhang Wuji who appeared in front of him almost in the blink of an eye, Kong Wen's pupils shrank violently, and then he quickly took action to fight with him. Because he had given the Zen staff to the disciple on the side before, Kong Wen used the Shaolin Dragon Claw.

hand.

The dragon claw hand is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. It has been refined by the Shaolin sect for thousands of years and is known as the undefeated martial arts.

In terms of hand skills alone, there are not many martial arts that can compete with it in the world of Jinwu. But who is Zhang Wuji? He has already practiced the Nine Layers of Nine Yang Divine Kung Fu, and he can learn any martial arts quickly. As early as Guangmingding

At that time, he had already learned the dragon claw hand, which made him better than the monk who claimed to have a combat power of 6000. Would he be afraid of the empty news in this world?

Kong Wen of this world, does his combat power have 6000?

Moreover, will he have time to use his dragon claw hand?

A trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and then, just when Kong Wen opened his palms into the shape of claws, and before he could lift his arms, Zhang Wuji, who was very fast, suddenly opened his fists and made the same gesture.

The shape of the claws clasped both of his arms.

"You..." Kong Wen was shocked, this kid turned out to be...

"I've heard for a long time that the Dragon Claw Hand is the best in the world, but I don't know if your Shaolin sect can carry forward this martial art. Will it tarnish this martial art that is said to be undefeated?" Zhang Wuji held on to Kong Wen tightly.

stretched out his arm and sneered at him.

"Where did you secretly learn my Shaolin dragon claw technique?" Although he was controlled by others, Kong Wen's tone did not soften. He frowned and asked Zhang Wuji.

"Learning secretly? This was taught to me by your Shaolin disciples in front of me. Maybe he thought that no one in Shaolin could be worthy of this martial art, so he taught it to me specially."

"Young man is wanton!" Hearing this, Kong Wen was furious. He immediately mobilized his internal strength and wanted to force Zhang Wuji away, but...

Didn't shake open.

"You want me to let go, and you want to use dragon claw hands to deal with me? Okay, today I will make your Shaolin lose completely!" Zhang Wuji said, and then released the claws holding Kong Wen's arms.

As soon as he lost his grip, Kong Wen quickly waved his claws, only to hear a "pop-pop" sound in the air, like firecrackers, which made people nervous.

This is the inevitable result of the rapid friction between the palm and the air, which shows how advanced Kong Wen's horizontal training skills are.

"You're good at practicing the dragon claw hand, but it's only good. Old monk, you're still far from good!" Zhang Wuji gave a casual comment, then raised his arm and used the dragon claw hand to face Kong Wen.

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The fists between the two hit the flesh, and the energy and blood surged. For a moment, there was a roar, and everything the dragon's claws passed was destroyed.

The stone floor in the hall could not withstand the damage done by the two men's external force, and it was broken into pieces one after another.

Seeing this scene, the martial arts people around could not help but feel excited.

These two people...they are so strong!

Just when everyone was thinking this, the next second, a picture appeared that made them look confused.

"Ah!" Their famous and upright leader, Master Kongwen, the abbot of Shaolin, let out a scream and flew backwards, with a stream of the boss's blood spurting out from his chest.

What's going on? Wasn't it just that we were evenly matched? How could we decide the winner so quickly?

"Oh, old monk, I told you a long time ago that you are still far away from me. I want you to fight with me, so you can fight with me. If I don't want to fight with you, you are not even qualified to fight with me!" He put on a very impressive look.

Zhang Wuji looked at Kong Wen, who flew backwards and fell to the ground shortly after, and said coldly.

He just wanted to test his skills in a small way, and he really wanted to test his skills. He really thought that he could fight with him vigorously. Was he too naive?

But what the group leader said is indeed right. Even if the relationship between the worlds is like different branches of the same tree, the branch he is on is much thicker than theirs. The dignified Shaolin abbot is so poor in martial arts, and he is no better than himself.

A flag bearer of the Ming Cult in the world he lives in is almost the same. If he wants to fight with himself, he should go back and practice for ten thousand years!

"But...he may not have the chance to go back to practice martial arts."

Zhang Wuji murmured in his heart.

"Abbott!" Seeing that their abbot fell to the ground and didn't get up again, everyone in the Shaolin sect let out a mournful cry in unison, and then most of them rushed towards him, wanting to check on his condition, and...

Several of them held wooden sticks to denounce Zhang Wuji.

"You devil, how dare you hurt my Shaolin abbot? Didn't you say that anyone who wants to know Xie Xun's whereabouts can come with you? Okay, poor monk Yuanyin will teach you!"

"The poor monk Yuan Hai teaches me!"

"The poor monk has no idea!"

…

There were a total of six monks of the Yuan generation who shouted angrily at Zhang Wuji.

"A bunch of rats, a mob, okay, I'll help you!" After saying that, Zhang Wuji made up for the regret in his heart a little, but he was still not satisfied and rushed towards them, while Yuan Yin and others also took action and waved their sticks.

Fight against the 'devil'.

At this time, the Shaolin disciples who ran to Kong Wen to check on his condition were all frightened. Their abbot, actually...

How can this be tolerated?

How can I endure this?

"Avenge the abbot, kill the evil spirits, kill!" Kongwen's direct disciple couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He clenched the Zen staff in his hand and shouted, then he also rushed towards the melee area and joined the siege.

Zhang Wuji’s battlefield.

After hearing his words, the other Shaolin disciples were all ignited with anger in their hearts. They rushed over one by one and swarmed Zhang Wuji.

Cheng Kun: "..."

You are all gone, what should I do?

Still standing there, he found that many onlookers were looking at him. Cheng Kun felt that he was really riding a tiger now. He didn't want to get involved in the matter of revenge for Kong Wen, but if he didn't take action now, he was afraid that when he went back, he

There is no place for him in Shaolin.

go back?

Yes, even if Zhang Wuji defeated Kong Wen, Cheng Kun didn't think he could survive under the siege of so many Lin disciples. He would definitely die.

Thinking of this, considering that he could not lose his identity as a Shaolin disciple and could not survive in Shaolin, Cheng Kun gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

Everyone was fighting in a ball inside the Zhenwu Hall.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Sanfeng frowned. When things developed like this, although the person who did it was not a Wudang disciple, as the host, he felt very unhappy, and the little brother who was besieged seemed to be his disciple-in-law.

My friend, this is...

After thinking about it, Zhang Sanfeng decided to stop them, but who knows, at this moment.

"The ninth level of the Nine-Yang Divine Art, Nine-Yang is in the sky!"

A loud shout rang out from the surrounding group of monks, and in the next second, almost all the monks flew out, revealing Zhang Wuji who was surrounded by them.

At this time, Zhang Wuji was holding a monk's neck in his hand. He glanced at the surrounding Shaolin disciples who were paralyzed on the ground with too much air coming out and too little in. He said with disdain: "The world's martial arts originated from Shaolin? Ha,

Little did they know that there is another sentence at the end, which is called green is better than blue!"

"One more to go." After saying that, Zhang Wuji looked at Cheng Kun, who was squeezing his neck in his hands.

"No, this benefactor, actually I am not..."

"Crack~" With a deep look of fear on his face, Cheng Kun was about to say something, but unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji didn't want to hear him fart at all, so he just used his hand to crush his neck, and then let go

hand and let him fall to the ground.

Poor Cheng Kun, he didn't even have time to tell his true identity, so he left this world.

But if he told it, he might die even worse.

After the group destroyed the Shaolin team, Zhang Wuji wiped the blood on his hands and asked the remaining non-Wuzhong people in the hall: "Who else wants to know the whereabouts of the Golden Retriever Lion King? Come forward, or you can come together?

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He Taichong and others: "..."