Brow of a Thousand Calamities Chapter 29: Hell Reincarnation 02
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The remaining thirteen people each took a step back, and Fang Pingzhai was seen holding a fan in his right hand, his left hand hanging down, and four curved blades like snow flakes between his left fingers, with a smile on his face. The hungry ghost monk put his hand on his chest and said with all his strength, "He-he actually...hidden a weapon..." Before he could finish his sentence, he fell backwards and everyone changed their colors. After the hungry ghost monk fell, the key points on his chest were also exposed. Half of a petal-shaped flying blade, it turned out that just now Fang Pingzhai used four swords to distract everyone, but in fact it was a single sword that seriously injured the hungry ghost monk, causing the seventeen monks to lose their leader.
An inch-long curling blade flying knife, its color is like snow and its shape is like flower petals. The face of the "Lonely Monk" among the seventeen Shaolin monks changed color. He seemed to have an impression of this kind of weapon. He used such a special hidden weapon and had such martial arts attainments. If he was an old friend in the world, then who was he? Fang Pingzhai hurt someone with his sword and laughed loudly. The "Waiting Living Monk" took action with his sword, and the sword was fierce. The "Infernal Monk" had powerful boxing skills. In an instant, the five Shaolin monks surrounded Fang Pingzhai, each performing a unique skill. Fang Pingzhai took action with his flying blade, and the white blade flew in the air. It was like snowflakes flying, and also like falling blossoms. It was really beautiful. His white blade flew with the wind after he was released, and could fly back on its own after using up all his strength. As Fang Pingzhai threw it casually, more and more white blades appeared in the air. The Shaolin monks tried their best to parry, but nearly a hundred white blades were thrown. The blades were flying horizontally and vertically like a blizzard, surrounding the seventeen Shaolin monks who were highly skilled in martial arts, but they felt a little dizzy and unable to resist.
The sound of Liuyan's flute gradually turned from sad to sad, like a sad song that is about to end and weeping, or like a person who is full of grief and sorrow and will burst into tears, so the flute sound got higher and higher, gradually reaching the clouds and echoing. territory. Fang Pingzhai's sword was not slowing down, and with a "wow" sound, another one of the seventeen Shaolin monks vomited blood and fell to the ground.
The man let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that Liu Yan would not be taken away today. If the fight continued, the Shaolin monk would not gain the upper hand. Fang Pingzhai was indeed a master. At this moment, Yu Tuan'er, who was unable to move on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound. As the sound of the Liuyan flute rose, she spat out another mouthful of blood. Her face was pale and she was dying.
"Xiaobai——" Fang Pingzhai turned around, and the three monks, "Lonely Monk", "Bardo Monk" and "Wailing Monk", took advantage of the opportunity to shoot down the flying blade in front of them. With a loud shout, the three of them worked together to strike The move "Kindness and No Resentment" hits Fang Pingzhai's heart. Fang Pingzhai waved his hand to fight back. The three men in front of him, the "Hell Monk", the "Animal Monk" and the "Human Monk", waved their weapons and attacked him from the top, middle and bottom. Obstacled front and back, Fang Pingzhai slid sideways like a fish in an instant. The "Asura Monk" beside him seized the opportunity and swung his long sword to stab him in the chest.
Snow blades were flying in the room, and just when Fang Pingzhai was in danger, the flute sound that coincided with him suddenly stopped. In an instant, the seventeen monks regained their energy and strength. Fang Pingzhai paused for a moment. At this moment, the sword in front of him suddenly increased its power and came to kill him. His steps were graceful, and he dodged to the left, but the shadows of his palms shook around him. At the moment when the sound of the flute stopped and the sword fell, there were three muffled "pah pah pah" sounds. Fang Pingzhai received three palms on his body, spit out a mouthful of blood, and broke through. He came out, whirled up and landed in front of Liu Yan.
That person's whole body trembled. She knew that Liu Yan stopped playing the flute because Yu Tuan'er could no longer withstand the sound-killing technique, and Fang Pingzhai was injured as a result, but there was no resentment. Although these three people were not Jianghu He is a heroic person, but he is also a true and passionate person.
"Amitabha, since Donor Fang has been injured, you should understand that today we cannot stop us from asking Donor Liu to return to the Shaolin Temple for a talk. If we try to stop him again, we will no longer be merciful." Heavenly Monk clasped his hands together and said, "Get out of the way. ."
"Haha, he is my master now. If I let the bald monk take him away casually, wouldn't it make me, Fang Pingzhai, very incompetent and shameless? Besides, I have always had conflicts with the Shaolin Temple, and the Shaolin Temple monks can't show mercy to me. This is not the first time." Fang Pingzhai waved his fan and smiled, his demeanor still graceful. All the monks looked at each other, secretly wondering when this temple would have any trouble with him? Why can't I remember it at all?
"So, Asura is offended." The Asura monk struck his sword with his heart like water, and pointed the tip of the sword towards Fang Pingzhai's left shoulder. He saw that Fang Pingzhai's left hand was very powerful. To stop the snow blades flying in the sky, he had to hurt his left arm first. Fang Pingzhai's four swords flew up, and Asura Monk's swords were flecked with flowers, and he struck four swords in a row. At that moment, the figures of the two monks moved, and they grabbed Liu Yan's arms on the left and right. Fang Pingzhai fanned out like a knife, and bright red feathers streaked across the arms of the two monks. Blood spurted out from the fan, and seven or eight snow blades were inserted into the two monks' bodies. However, at the same time as he was wielding a flying knife with his left hand and a fan with his right hand, two arms on his side stretched out at the same time, pointing at thousands of flowers and leaves, hitting several large acupuncture points on his body. With a smile still on his face, Fang Pingzhai slowly leaned back, leaned on the table and fell into the hands of the "lonely monk" behind him.
He was actually defeated unjustly. If he had faced the seventeen Shaolin monks alone, even if he could not win, he would definitely be able to escape. However, Liu Yan could not walk and Yu Tuan'er was seriously injured and fell to the ground, which hindered his skills. Seeing Fang Pingzhai fall into the enemy's hands, Liu Yan slapped the table with a "bump" sound and said coldly, "Let him go!"
"We can't resist Donor Liu's sound-killing technique. If Donor Fang is not in hand, I'm afraid that no matter how many seventeen more people there are in the Shaolin Temple, we won't be able to invite Donor Liu back to Shaolin Temple to discuss important matters." Tianseng mentioned Fang Pingzhai. He stood up and said, "Your friend is here. Please be patient with Donor Liu and don't play the flute along the way." Liu Yan used both hands hard and broke the bamboo flute in two with a "pop", "Let him go." The Heavenly Monk was startled, because Liu Yan was a treacherous and evil person. Even with Fang Pingzhai and Yu Tuan'er in hand, he might not be safe. Who knew that Liu Yan would break the bamboo flute without hesitation, "This..."
"Let him go, and I will go back with you." Liu Yan said coldly, "He has neither done anything that Shaolin Temple calls harmful to nature, nor has he killed innocent people indiscriminately, raped or robbed people. Why should Shaolin Temple take people away? "The Heavenly Monk was at a loss for words, "Well..." The Wailing Monk was more flexible, "As long as Donor Fang accompanies us and we return to Shaolin, how about we release him as soon as we arrive at the third gate of Shaolin Temple?" Liu Yan snorted, " If you hurt him even a hair, Shaolin Temple will have to decide whether it is the antidote to the Orang Gui Jiuxin Pill or the poison that seals the throat when it sees blood."
"It's settled, come back with me." The Heavenly Monk immediately reached out to grab someone, "Shaolin Temple does not tell lies." Liu closed his eyes and stayed still. The Heavenly Monk and the Human Monk worked together to lift him up. To leave. At this moment, a black shadow flashed, and a figure stood tremblingly blocking the door. His long hair was disheveled, he was holding a long sword, and his chest was full of blood. "Stop... stop..."
The man holding Fengfeng immediately ran over and stood beside the person, "Miss Jade..."
The person standing in front of the door with a sword was the critically injured Yu Tuan'er. Seeing Fang Pingzhai being captured and Liu Yan about to be taken away, she suddenly stood up. The sword on her body was bought by Fang Pingzhai not long ago. She had not practiced much in swordsmanship. At this moment, she drew the sword in her hand, coughed a few times, and whispered, "Whoever...who wants to take them away, first...step over me..." As she spoke, , the blood on the lapel is still dripping to the ground, bit by bit, falling to the ground with a sound.
"Amitabha, we have no intention of hurting anyone, girl, please get out of the way." The heavenly monk said with his hands together, "The girl is seriously injured and cannot work. Please sit down, regulate your breath, concentrate and calm down..." Chief Yu Tuan'er said The sword buzzed and pointed at the Heavenly Monk, "The old monk is talking nonsense...every sentence...is lying...give him...give them...back to me..." There was a little blood on her sword, but there was no trace of it. It's her own.