Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Amitabha, Shaolin Temple is a quiet place. Please stay here..."

The sweeping monk stepped out of the void and stood in front of a group of men in black armor.

It was obvious that the expression on his face was not as kind as before.

On the contrary, it is like a Vajra with angry eyes and murderous intent.

"Haha, they say monks are compassionate, but why do I think you are more cruel than us?"

The leader of the black-armored man is none other than Obai Ao Shaobao, the "No. 1 Batulu in the Qing Dynasty" who was resurrected from the dead and whose strength skyrocketed.

"Amitabha, the Buddha has compassion to save the world, and he also has the angry eyes of Vajra."

"You are full of demonic energy, so naturally you will not be welcomed by the Buddha."

"Please come back, please retreat, please turn around."

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together in a posture of fighting if you don't leave.

"Haha! Okay, okay, okay."

"I, Oboi, just like you, a tough-boned monk."

"Today, I will first kill the Shaolin sweeping monk."

"The next day, go and kill Wudang Zhang Sanfeng."

"Lest you spend all day thinking about being enemies with our Qing country."

Obai laughed wildly several times, and suddenly, demonic energy billowed.

The figure flashed and teleported to the floor-sweeping monk with a "swish".

Raise your hand and punch.

Blast the door in his face.

"Amitabha!" The sweeping monk's eyes widened, and the light of Buddha's Dharma rang out around him.

Stretch your fingers forward.

Moko pointed - Wangchuan River!

"boom!"

Obai suddenly felt that his body was falling into the void, and in front of him was a black river with no end in sight.

It smells rancid.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, countless skeletal arms suddenly stretched out from the river.

Grabbing his ankles, he kept dragging him downwards.

"Hmph! Even with a small skill, you dare to do the same thing."

Obai roared loudly, and the demonic energy condensed into a three-foot-long giant lion.

Send out a circle of shocking sonic attacks.

The bones of the arms were shaken into powder.

"Old monk, how is this Shaobao's Demonic Roaring Skill?"

Obai looked at the sweeping monk provocatively.

"Moko's two fingers - Naihe Bridge."

The fingering method changed, and the sweeping monk used one finger again. .

The black and smelly river condensed into a Naihe Bridge.

An old woman with an ugly face waved to Obai.

Immediately, Obai felt his whole body stiffen, as if his acupoints had been tapped.

He flew towards the thief woman unconsciously, not daring to be careless at all.

The bear's body shook, and as he muttered a strange spell, a crimson flame suddenly appeared in his fist.

"Bang!"

The huge noise shattered the layers of void and torn apart the great earthquake.

"Moko's three fingers - enter the underworld!"

The sweeping monk had no more nonsense and struck again.

I vowed to destroy Youaobai.

Hell is empty and the devil is in the world.

"The sentence of life and death is in front of the King of Hell's Palace. Ao Bai, you will know your guilt!"

As soon as the King of Hell pointed out the universe, before Obai could retort, the huge energy seemed to crush his body to pieces.

The skin, which was like water poured with molten iron, suddenly became cracked.

"Wow…"

In the end, Ao Bai was no match for the sweeping monk's Dharma. He was beaten until he vomited black blood and had no choice but to cry out for help:

"Vita, save me!"

"Oh, I've said it a long time ago. He doesn't need to be much weaker than Zhang Sanfeng, but you are just looking for trouble."

Accompanied by the sound, a blood-red shadow flashed to the left side of the sweeping monk in the blink of an eye, and raised his hand to stab his chest.

The speed is so fast that no one can detect it.

"Be careful!" Seeing this, Kong Jian quickly took action. The Buddha's light all over his body turned into a golden bell, and he was struck by Wei Tuo's attack.

"It's ridiculous..." Wei Tuo's eyes were dull and he was not surprised by Kong Jian's appearance. The dagger in his hand remained unabated.

Pressing against the golden bell, bursts of Buddha's light splashed out.

"It's a divine weapon!"

Du'e glanced at his two junior brothers, holding an iron whip in his hand.

Three iron whips gathered together in the city's heaven and earth net, intending to trap Wei Tuo in it.

"Haha, the foundation of Shaolin Temple is indeed extraordinary."

"The Zajia have learned a lesson." Wei Tuo smiled softly, turned into blood mist in the blink of an eye and retreated quickly, and in the blink of an eye he grabbed Oboi and returned to the place where he originally stood.

"Amitabha, everyone, please come back!"

"If we get entangled, I'm afraid, you and I will have to fight to the death."

The sweeping monk calmly scanned the enemies in front of him, with a hint of determination in his calmness.

"Haha, don't you know that you are trying to delay time."

"Let your disciples run away."

Wei Tuo looked past Obai and looked at the monks calmly.

"Huh?" The sweeping monk realized that something was wrong. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Xuanci and others. His eyes opened and he realized something was wrong:

"I didn't expect that you even brought an army."

"It seems that the Song Dynasty is destroyed."

"Of course, otherwise, how could we come here so easily."

Oboi wiped the corners of his mouth with pride.

"Amitabha, ancestor, all these demons have appeared."

"We must kill him with thunderous means."

Kong Jian's words contained murderous intent, and he only waited for the order from the sweeping monk.

Inevitable, take action with all your strength.

"It is my Buddhist duty to eliminate demons and protect the Tao."

"Everyone, use your own methods."

The sweeping monk waved his arm, and a broom flew out of the Shaolin Temple.

This thing has been with him for many years and has already become spiritual.

It is truly a top-notch artifact.

"Hmph, Mi Cangqiong doesn't have to hide his identity anymore."

"kill him!"

Obai glanced at the tightly wrapped people behind him and smiled sarcastically.

"clear!"

Mi Cangqiong took off his black robe, revealing his true appearance.

He looked at the Shaolin monks with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Swinging the stick, he rushed forward:

"Everyone, I'm offended!"

The two sides of Mo and Buddha officially started fighting, and the war instantly became intense.

at the same time.

On Wudang Mountain, Song Yuanqiao stood in front of Zhang Sanfeng's door.

Rushing around.

"Elder brother, I know you are in a hurry, but please don't be anxious yet."

"Master, he must have his own ideas."

Yu Lianzhou felt a headache and quickly stopped him.

"What do you know!" Song Yuanqiao glared at Yu Lianzhou and said anxiously: "I don't know what tricks the Qing Dynasty used to attack Shaolin in one fell swoop."

"They sent for help."

"Master, he won't come out for a few hours."

"I'm afraid, the Shaolin Temple will be completely wiped out."

"This..." Yu Lianzhou was speechless and silently looked at Zhang Sanfeng's door.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord." Finally, the door was pushed open from the inside, and Zhang Sanfeng walked out.

He looked at Song Yuanqiao and others:

"The demonic path is powerful, and we won't be able to fight head-on with it easily."

"Tell the disciples to pack your belongings and follow me to Gusu."

"Ah!" Song Yuanqiao and others were shocked: "Master, do we want to retreat?"

"We cultivators naturally know how to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune."

"There is no need to sacrifice in vain, so that the righteous path loses some strength."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, calmly and without anything inappropriate.

"But..." Song Yuanqiao still wanted to persuade his master, but was interrupted by Yu Lianzhou:

"Elder brother, Master is right."

"If we all die, who will rise up to overthrow the Qing Dynasty in the future?"