Before this battle, Abbot Qingming and these Shaolin elders and disciples had fought against the enemy all night and day.

This battle should have occurred after the fire broke out and before the heavy rain fell.

At that time, only Abbot Qingming was left alive in Shaolin, but there were seven of his opponents.

No.

It should be ten people.

Seven people died in front of Abbot Qingming.

The three of them left angrily.

If nothing else, Abbot Qingming should be the oldest among the eleven people present.

After not sleeping all night, the old abbot soon developed heavy bags under his eyes.

Fatigue plagued his body, and he could no longer escape from this place, and he had no confidence that the ten people in front of him would stay here forever.

He looked around at the burning and devastated Southern Shaolin, feeling desolate in his heart.

For the sake of peace in Zhongzhou, he decided to sacrifice his life and throw himself into hell.

I never imagined that the entire southern Shaolin would be dragged into the water.

The Red Sect launched a desperate counterattack, the Japanese people regarded death as if they were home, and the factories in the East and West took advantage of the situation to rob them. Everything happened too quickly.

It's so fast that it catches people off guard!

There is not much that Southern Shaolin can do to deal with it.

It is nothing more than delaying the time for the golden seal to be taken away as much as possible.

and exchanging lives with the enemy.

The Buddha has gone to hell, and the evildoers should also be dragged to hell!

As for the rest, it can only be left to those donors who care about Zhongzhou.

After fighting alone with ten enemies for an hour, and when the distance reached a stalemate, Abbot Qingming, who was extremely tired, suddenly realized something.

The tense nerves were relaxed, and the body got a moment of rest, but it seemed to have been repaired again and full of vitality!

The first person to notice the strange behavior of Abbot Qingming was Xishi, the gold-wrapped silver messenger among the seven sentimental messengers in Gengtang.

Although all ten of them are younger than Abbot Qingming, after a hard day's hard work, almost everyone's face is full of fatigue, and almost no one can stay in a happy mood.

Apart from almost everyone, the only one who can still wear a playful smile all the time, laugh heartily, choke with laughter, and laugh in an almost perverted way is Jin Baoyin.

"Hehehe, is this the second spring for the old bald donkey? Let me test how long you can last, hehe!"

The big fat man with a big belly was laughing and joking, leaning forward like a buffalo towards Abbot Qingming.

Jin Baoyin did not intend to use his fat body to give Abbot Qingming a fat bull charge. When he was approaching, he stood up, picked up the gold brick in his left hand and slapped Abbot Qingming on the head!

There was no clear snapping sound like the dozens of times before.

Abbot Qingming's right arm blocked the way of the gold-wrapped man waving in advance.

The knotted palm of the left hand is firmly imprinted on the gold-coated silver heart.

"Hmm hahaha!"

Jin Baoyin is still smiling wildly.

But the lumps of flesh on his face have been squeezed into meat buns, and it is unclear which two folds his eyes are stuck in.

Gold Baoyin instinctively stretched out his right hand, like a drowning man instinctively reaching for the water bank, hoping to grab even a life-saving straw.

The sharp pain in his chest made his body go limp, and Abbot Qingming's long beard was completely unable to stop the meat ball from falling heavily from mid-air.

boom!

The meat ball that had not jumped very high fell to the ground and turned into a meat dumpling. Unable to even stand, he curled up and knelt at the feet of Abbot Qingming.

An irresistible feeling of paralysis surged into every piece of flesh on Jin Baoyin's body, causing him to tremble violently.

In less than three breaths, after a sudden convulsion, the meat dumplings turned into meat cakes, and the gold and silver packages completely collapsed on the ground, making no sound anymore!

Powerful Vajra Palm!

None of the other nine people in the field were ordinary people. They could all see that Abbot Qingming was not quick in his attack. He just took a precaution and dispersed the body-protecting Qi hurriedly gathered by the gold and silver with one palm, penetrating through the thick body.

Get oily skin and break his heart.

Of course, this advance amount was "told" to Abbot Qingming by Jin Baoyin.

Because before that, they had seen how the gold-coated silver smashed the monk's forehead again and again, and they had successfully slapped the gold brick on the forehead of Abbot Qingming dozens of times.

Abbot Qingming's head has not been beaten into half a hole or turned into flowers so far. I don't know whether Gold Bao Yin was unwilling to accept it or whether he was happy with it. He was beaten repeatedly, but he finally fell into the plot, destroyed his heart with one palm, and died a coward.

When Jin Baoyin was kneeling on the ground, and before his breath expired, three people came charging at him with three swords.

The person is dressed in mysterious clothes. Even if his face is not covered, Abbot Qingming cannot tell who the person is.

The swords are all good swords with famous names and provenances. They should not be in the hands of these three people.

They were clearly three swords, but they struck like swords and axes, so overbearing.

Abbot Qingming seemed to be able to only dodge and parry, retreating repeatedly without the ability to fight back.

However, the other six people who were on the outside and had not yet followed the offensive quickly realized that the old monk was probably out of strength, so they fought and retreated, not giving them a chance to double-team and put pressure on them.

The body skills, legs, and swordsmanship of the three men in black clothes were a mixture of the masters of various fauna schools in fighting against the enemy, but they were far from being fully integrated. They could not be used alone to withstand the strength of a first-class master, but with tacit cooperation, they could.

Compete with the top players for a while.

It is not difficult to find shadows of Wudang, Emei, and Kunlun in the sword moves, but they have only their appearance, but no spirit or meaning. When used against Abbot Qingming, they are just fancy and have no threat at all.

Only the three-man sword formation in the front, which was like the surging waves of a river and the sea, and was supplemented by fierce and strange attacks - the Kongtong Wuhai Tide Sword Formation, was the most skillful in performing it, and gave Abbot Qingming the most headache.

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Ironically, it is not the disciples of Kongtong who can master the Kongtong Sword Technique and Sword Formation so exquisitely.

Although the three of them did not wear Feiyu uniforms and were not equipped with embroidered spring knives, they were indeed the Jin Yiwei who single-handedly turned Kongtong, one of the five famous sects, into a training ground for the martial arts.

After several hours of fierce fighting, the three Jinyi guards naturally knew that apart from the Kongtong "housekeeping" skills that they had honed over the past two years, the other tricks against the old abbot were just like scratching his itch.

The domineering way to retreat from the enemy with three axes is not only to give Jin Baoyin a possible chance of survival, but also to prevent the opponent from getting in the way.

As for the deeper thoughts of the three of them, Abbot Qingming had already understood them.

After fighting for so long, these people should have noticed that there is not even a gold seal here.

The reason why we are fighting him to the death is that we don't want him to play any role in this overall situation.

Compared to the other seven, the killing intent of the three Jin Yiwei was not as determined.

At first there might have been an intention to work together to eliminate the enemy, but now they have quietly retreated.

The golden seal is their main target, and cooperating with them will be threatened by the general trend.

The mentality of the three people is inseparable from the adult in front of them.

The Fifth Marquis thought that he would disdain to associate with the Japanese. Instead of just watching and conniving at the mischief of Yu Tian and the Red Sect, it would be better to get involved, firstly, to try to seize the seal to increase his own plans, and secondly, to prevent the situation from becoming uncontrollable.

The point of tidying up.

Therefore, the three Jin Yiwei looked like they were taking the lead and doing their best, but in fact it was an active self-protection method of advancing before retreating.

Abbot Qingming was also happy to take advantage of the situation and act out a play with them to take a few breaths.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and the remaining six people obviously did not have the patience to wait until the three Jinyiwei were exhausted before playing a wheel battle with the old monk.

After half a cup of tea, Abbot Qingming once again fell into the circle of nine people.

Seeing the knives, swords, axes, and hammers coming, Abbot Qingming swung open his cassock with four or five holes.

The torn cassock fluttered in the wind, seeming to form an inflatable cloth ring to protect Abbot Qingming's torso.

When the knife struck, there was no clang, the edge of the blade was deflected and then slid away diagonally.

When the sword is stabbed, the sword body bends and rebounds.

The heavy ax struck, the heavy hammer struck, and the strength was as if it was in a thick pile of cotton. No matter how deeply it was chopped or how much it was smashed, it did not damage the root.

The power of cassock to subdue demons!

Under the siege of nine people, the old monk was still in high spirits, strolling around in the courtyard, and making people not angry!

A short swordsman couldn't swallow this breath, so he suddenly abandoned his swords, rolled to the side of Abbot Qingming like a monkey, and rushed forward.

Abbot Qingming moved away, dodging the short swordsman's unintentional swoop, but he could not completely get away from him.

When his left arm sank, he realized that the short swordsman was hanging on the hem of the monk's robe, and was tearing at the cassock with a grin on his face!

This guy is willing to sacrifice his life in exchange for Qingming. Abbot will never use his cassock as a defense again!

Things went as expected, as Abbot Qingming expected, and as the other eight people expected.

However, the short swordsman's "commotion" exposed Abbot Qingming to the swords of the three Jinyi guards.

Jin Yiwei was unwilling to do something that would risk being a death penalty, but they didn't mind taking advantage of this convenient and meritorious service.
To be continued...