The strongest college of the heavens

If he hadn't heard that Shaolin Temple has three masters of Duzi generation, even if Shaolin Temple was mobilized, he would have considered one or two, whether the Kunlun Sect would be involved.

If there is no one to contend against Zhang Sanfeng, the supreme master, they are likely to suffer humiliation like a battle against Zhang Sanfeng's centenary birthday.

"What do you think we should do with the Wudang faction?"

The head of the Huashan School, Xian Yutong's eyes flashed, and his expression became serious.

The reason why their four major sects can be tied with the six major sects is because Wudang sect and Shaolin Temple have been in a state of confrontation, and they survive in the cracks.

If the Wudang sect is destroyed, Shaolin Temple will really be the only one.

When it comes to first-class sects in the Jianghu, Shaolin Temple will be in the first echelon, and then it will be their turn.

"We only kill the culprit."

He Taichong, head of the Kunlun School, pondered for a while and said.

The Wudang Seven Heroes could consider letting them live and let them continue to work hard with Shaolin Temple, but the man in the blue shirt and Zhang Sanfeng must die.

Miejue Shitai walked in the center with dozens of disciples of the Emei Sect. He didn't speak, his eyes were slightly squinted, and his eyes were extremely silent.

"Look, is the Shaolin monk going down the mountain?"

Just then, an exclamation sounded.

The head of the Emei School, Miejue Shitai, the head of the Huashan School, Xian Yutong, and others quickly looked around, and saw a hundred monks running down the mountain quickly.

These monks didn't have any panic on their expressions, and their formation was not scattered.

"Could it be that the Wudang sect has been wiped out by the Shaolin Temple?"

Everyone has a bad thought in their mind.

If the Wudang faction is destroyed, how can they share the fruits of victory?

"Why did you come?"

When there were still thirty steps away from the head of the Emei School, Miejue Shitai, and the others, Du E said expressionlessly.

"We are here to help Shaolin."

The head of the Huashan School, Xian Yutong, said with a smile all over his face.

"Help us with what?"

Du E didn't seem to understand, and continued to ask.

"Under the leadership of Zhang Sanfeng, the Wudang sect went against the grain and tried to steal the martial arts secret books of other sects, which is intolerable."

Xian Yutong cursed with a righteous face.

Shaolin Temple and Wudang School have been in a state of confrontation, the harder he scolds, the happier Shaolin Temple must be.

"Bold, dare to slander our uncles and take them all down."

With a stern look on Du'er's face, he scolded.

Xian Yutong, head of the Huashan School, He Taichong, head of the Kunlun School, and others, "".

Zhang Sanfeng, are you my uncle?

You are afraid of being a fool!

In the crowd, the eyelids of Master Miejue, the head of the Emei School, couldn't help but twitch.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Du E, Du Jie, and Du Nan looked at each other, forming a triangular formation, the three black sticks in their hands flew out, the long rope seemed to be in a hurry, and rushed straight to the opposite side, without any sound of wind, like a ghost, like a ghost, I can't say enough weird.

"me!"

Just as Xian Yutong was about to say something, he hit him with three slings, but Xian Yutong's brains burst, his limbs were broken, and he was inhuman. Then a black rope flicked, and Xian Yutong's body was thrown from the road.

The three black ropes are like three black dragons with teeth and claws. They rise up rapidly, like three big hands, reaching out to wrap around three big rocks, and with one swing, they lift up the big rock weighing a thousand catties, and throw it directly into it. among the crowd.

"ah" "ah" "ah"

After a burst of screams, these martial arts practitioners were stunned.

In the past, it was not always head-to-head, you hit the sword, I hit the sword, after [-] rounds of fighting, the winner will be decided.

Why did it suddenly become unreal?

A heavy stone, throw it away as soon as you say it.

"escape!"

More than 1000 martial arts practitioners fled directly, panicked and ran down the mountain frantically.

"Surround me, don't let anyone go."

At this moment, Abbot Kongwen and other Shaolin monks also managed to get around behind these martial arts figures.

"You dare to offend the mountain gate of our master uncle, surrender or die."

Abbot Kongwen used the Dragon Claw Hand, directly grabbing off the arms of a dozen or so martial arts practitioners rushing forward.

"What about Miejue Shitai?"

He Taichong, the head of the Kunlun School, and the five elders of the Kongtong School said in panic.

Before the Wudang faction saw them, Shaolin Temple defeated them, and Xian Yutong, the leader of the Huashan faction, died directly.

"Sorry, I'm an undercover agent!"

Miejue Shitai narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashed, and the long sword in his hand directly stabbed He Taichong's chest. Before the Kongtong Five Elders could react, they killed two more with one sword.

The other Emei sect disciples also drew their swords one after another, stabbing to death the disciples of other sects beside them.

Miejue Shitai originally wanted to take advantage of the bloody battle between Shaolin Temple and Wudang faction, and then temporarily turn against the water, making Wudang faction owe a big favor, but things changed.

"why?"

He Taichong spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Miejue Shitai in disbelief.

"Senior Qingshan, his name is Huang Yaoshi."

The corner of Miejue Shitai's mouth twitched, whispered softly, and slapped He Taichong's chest hard again.