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In Zhang Wuji's heart, anyone who killed his parents deserves to die, and the culprit is naturally to exterminate that demon nun, but this world is different from his own, and she is not here at this moment, so he can only settle for the next best thing and kill him first The bald monk of Shaolin.

Moreover, this bald monk looks a lot like the dead bald monk in his own world, and his identity is the same, he should be damned!

"Ah!" Zhang Wuji's figure flashed, and Zhang Wuji punched Kongwen.

Seeing Zhang Wuji who appeared in front of him almost in the blink of an eye, Kongwen's pupils shrank violently, and then he quickly made a move to fight him, because he had given the Zen staff to the disciple at the side before, so Kongwen used Shaolin Dragon Claw hand.

Dragon Claw Hand is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. It has been practiced by the Shaolin School for thousands of years and is known as the undefeated martial art.

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? At that time, he had already learned the dragon claw hand, making him even better than the monk who claimed to have 6000 fighting power. Would he be afraid of the rumors in this world?

Kongwen in this world, does he have 6000 fighting power?

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

A hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and then, just as Kong Wen opened his palms into the shape of claws, before he could raise his arms, Zhang Wuji, who was extremely fast, opened his fists violently, and also posed The shape of the claws clasped both of his arms.

"You..." Kong Wen turned pale with shock, this kid made him...

"I've heard for a long time that Dragon Claw Hand is the best in the world, but I don't know if your Shaolin sect can carry forward this martial art, and will it tarnish|contaminate this so-called invincible martial art?" Zhang Wuji held Kong Wen firmly. arm, sneered at him.

"Where did you secretly learn my Shaolin Dragon Claw Hands?" Although controlled by others, Kong Wen's tone did not soften, he frowned and questioned Zhang Wuji.

"Stealing it? You Shaolin disciples taught it to me in front of my face. Maybe he thought that no one in Shaolin is worthy of this martial art, so he taught it to me specially."

"The younger generation is presumptuous!" Hearing this, Kong Wen was furious, and immediately mobilized the internal force in his body, trying to forcibly shake Zhang Wuji away, but...

Did not shake off.

"You want me to let go, and you want to use Dragon Claw Hands to deal with me? Alright, today I will let you Shaolin lose completely!" Zhang Wuji said,

Then he released the claws that held Kong Wen's arms.

As soon as he lost his grip, Kong Wen hurriedly waved his pair of fleshy claws, only to hear the sound of "crack-crack" in the air, like firecrackers, which disturbed people's mind.

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

"Dragon Claw Hand is well practiced, but it's only good, old monk, you are still far behind!" Zhang Wuji gave a casual evaluation, then raised his arm, and used Dragon Claw Hand to meet Kong Wen .

The fists between the two were to the flesh, and the blood was surging. For a while, there were bursts of roars, and everything that the dragon claws passed was destroyed.

The stone pavement floor in the hall couldn't withstand the ravages of the two people's external skills at all, and it was shattered one by one.

Seeing this scene, the martial arts practitioners around couldn't help feeling excited.

These two people...they are so strong!

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

"Ah!" Seeing their well-known and decent leader, Master Kongwen, the abbot of Shaolin, uttered a scream, and flew backwards suddenly, with a stream of blood spurting out from his chest.

What's going on here, wasn't it just now that they were evenly matched, why did they decide the winner so quickly?

"Oh, old monk, I told you a long time ago that you are still far behind. I think you can fight me only if you fight with me. I don't want to fight with you. You don't even have the qualifications to fight with me!" Zhang Wuji looked at Kong Wen who flew upside down and fell to the ground in a short while, and said coldly.

He was just a small tester just now, and he wanted to test his level in detail. He really thought that he could fight him well, isn't he too naive?

However, what the group leader said is indeed correct. Even if the relationship between the worlds is like different branches of the same tree, the branch I am on is much thicker than theirs. A banner envoy of Mingjiao in the world where he lives is about the same. If he wants to fight himself, go back and practice for ten thousand years!

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

Zhang Wuji murmured in his heart.

"Abbot!" Seeing that his abbot didn't get up again after falling to the ground, everyone from the Shaolin faction uttered a mournful cry, and then most of them rushed towards him, wanting to check his situation, or Several held wooden sticks to denounce Zhang Wuji.

"You demon, how dare you hurt my abbot of Shaolin. Didn't you say that those who want to know Xie Xun's whereabouts can come together? Okay, poor monk Yuanyin will teach you!"

"The poor monk Yuanhai is teaching!"

"The poor monk has nothing to teach!"

...

A total of six monks of Yuanzi generation shouted angrily at Zhang Wuji.

"A bunch of rats, rabble, okay, I'll make it up for you!" As he spoke, Zhang Wuji made up for a little bit of regret in his heart, but Zhang Wuji, who was not satisfied yet, rushed towards them, and Yuanyin and the others also made moves one after another, swinging their sticks Against the 'devil'.

At this time, those Shaolin disciples who ran to Kong Wen's side to check his situation were all frightened. Their abbot actually, unexpectedly...

How can this be tolerated?

How can this be tolerated?

"Revenge for the abbot, kill the demons, kill!" Kong Wen's direct disciple couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, clenched the Zen stick in his hand and shouted, then 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, and rushed over one by one, rushing towards Zhang Wuji.

Cheng Kun: "..."

You are all gone, so what should I do?

Still standing where he was, he found that many onlookers were looking at him. Cheng Kun felt that he was really on the verge of riding a tiger. 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 would There is no place to stay 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 still can't lose his status as a Shaolin disciple and can't get along in Shaolin, Cheng Kun gritted his teeth and rushed forward together.

Everyone fought into a ball in the Zhenwu Hall.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Sanfeng frowned. Things developed like this. Although it was not a Wudang disciple who did it, as the host, he also felt that it was not beautiful, 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, who knows, at this moment.

"Nine Suns Divine Art is the ninth level, Nine Suns are in the sky!"

A loud shout rang out in the 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 hands, and looked indifferently at the surrounding Shaolin disciples who were paralyzed on the ground, exhaling too much and not breathing in, and let out a disdainful voice: "The world's martial arts come from Shaolin? Heh, Little do they know that there is another sentence in the back, which is called blue out of blue and better than blue!"

"One more." After finishing speaking, Zhang Wuji looked at Cheng Kun who was strangling his neck with his hands.

"No, this benefactor, I'm actually not..."

"Crack~" Cheng Kun was about to say something with a look of horror on his face, but Zhang Wuji didn't want to hear him fart at all, so he crushed his neck with his hand, and then let go Hand, let him drop to the ground.

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

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

After the regiment wiped out 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 Lion King, stand up, or you can go together? "

He Taichong and others: "..."