After the five sects of Shaolin, Emei, Huashan, Kunlun and Kongtong rushed through the first line of the sky, they passed the pass and killed the generals, and won the Five Elements Flag. The four sects of the Heaven and Earth Wind and Thunder retreated step by step, retreating straight to the top of Guangming.

"Try harder and you'll reach the top of Guangming soon!" someone shouted: "Those thieves of the Demon Cult are in the square!"

At this time, everyone had already seen a square in front of them, and they could reach the Ming Cult Hall a few more steps.

In the square, the people in the Ming Cult were in a state of decline and sat on the ground, obviously they had no combat power.

In the past few days, the six major sects of Zhengdao and the Ming Cult have fought several battles, and both have suffered losses and suffered heavy casualties.

Xiao Ning followed behind with Zhang Wuji, Song Qingshu and others. Compared with the five major sects with heavy casualties, Xiao Ning and others were like traveling around and enjoying the mountains and rivers.

"With the detailed location map of the Ming Cultivate Headquarters, follow the map to find the horse, even the stupid person can find the place where the Guangmingding is located."

Xiao Ning watched coldly, and he thought to himself.

He found that almost everyone in the top five major sects had a map, but there was no need to guess the origin of these maps, and they must have been written by Cheng Kun.

However, Xiao Ning discovered that after the Central Plains sects came out of customs, they walked straight to the head of the Ming Cult. He found something was wrong. Later, he carefully observed and found that they had a map.

"I don't know how Zhang Cuishan is doing?"

Looking at the hall not far away, Xiao Ning was leisurely attracted.

At this moment, a loud sound of horse hooves came from behind everyone. Everyone couldn't help but look back and saw a group of nearly a hundred people galloping on their horses, rolling smoke and dust rolling up behind them.

Xiao Ning looked closely and saw that the leader was a powerful old man with white eyebrows and beards and a hooked nose.

When Miejue, Kongzhi and others saw the figure of the visitor, they immediately recognized the identity of the visitor. They all rushed over and formed a siege to look at the visitor.

Monk Kongzhi greeted him and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! Old donor Yin is not in Jiangnan to receive blessings, but he ran to this deserted place in the Western Regions?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A long distance, a burst of hearty laughter came and resounded in everyone's ears. It was said that before the people arrived, the sound came first.

"Well!"

As a gust of smoke and dust flew, the visitor had already snatched everyone in front of everyone, blocked the horse under his crotch, stopped, and his movements were neat and uniform, which showed how strict the discipline was.

The leading old man turned over and dismounted, bowed and said, "I wonder which master of Shaolin Temple who made a sound just now?"

"I, Kongzhi, are the leader of the six major sects in the Western Expedition!" Kongzhi gave a faint gift.

The old man looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "It turns out that it was the monk Kongzhi who was in front of him, and he was disrespectful!"

"Although I broke into the school, I am still one of the four great Dharma Kings of My Ming Cult. You have come from thousands of miles to destroy my Ming Cult inheritance!"

"Hey! Although I am old, my bones are not old yet, so I will naturally have to shed the last drop of blood for me, the Ming Cult!"

Yin Tianzheng rolled up his sleeves and said, "Everyone, it's useless to say more, let's take action! If you want to attack my brothers in the Ming Cult, step past my body first!"

Monk Kongxing, who was standing beside Kongzhi, stood up, and bowed, proclaimed the Buddha's chant: "Amitabha! I, Kongxing, have seen the donor Yin, and heard that the donor Yin's eagle claw grasping hand is a master of martial arts. I am not talented, and have been practicing my Shaolin dragon claw hand for many years. I am about to ask Mr. Yin for advice!"

Yin Tianzheng smiled loudly and accepted happily: "Okay! The dragon claws against the eagle claws depend on who has the better claw skills! Master, please take a move!"

He took two steps forward, waved his hands, and responded calmly.

Monk Kongxing has been practicing Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand for decades, and is famous in the world, and all his abilities lie in these hands.

As soon as he made a move, he was not at ease. He was as fast as lightning. In just a moment, his right hand had already reached Yin Tianzheng's front door.

Under this claw, the force was extremely fierce, and the strong wind blew on his face. Yin Tianzheng turned his body and did not fight back, so he gave in.

Once Hunting failed, he followed him with the next move. This move became more rapid and fierce. Yin Tianzheng slanted and dodged to the left.

The third grab, the fourth grab, the fifth grab, and the fifth grab, in an instant, the emptiness of a gray robe seemed to turn into a gray dragon, with the dragon's shadow flying in the sky, and the dragon's claws dancing rapidly, suppressing Yin Tianzheng so that he had nowhere to dodge.

"Good claw skills! It's worthy of being the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand!"

Although Yin Tianzheng was at a disadvantage, he was not depressed at all. He never fought back, just to get a glimpse of the mystery of the Dragon Claw Hand. After seeing this, he realized that the Dragon Claw Hand was indeed powerful.

Hunting repeatedly made claws, but they all turned back without success. He couldn't help but be furious and stopped and shouted: "Does the donor Yin look down on me if he doesn't fight back? You might as well admit defeat!"

Yin Tianzheng took a step back and said, "The master's claw skills are exquisite. I am happy to see the hunting. I hope the master will forgive me!"

"As for admitting defeat? What do you mean? I just don't want to fight a nameless fight, so I should just set the lottery first. What if the master loses?"

Emptiness is a pure martial arts fanatic. He said without thinking: "When you fight, you need a lottery, let alone whether the donor Yin can beat me, I'm still talking about it!"

Yin Tianzheng smiled and said, "Who can predict the victory or defeat by fighting? Is the master so sure that he can defeat me?"

Kong Yan frowned and replied, "If I lose to you on my fists and feet, I will kill you if I want to kill you if I want to cut you if I want to cut you if I want to cut you if I want to."

Yin Tian waved his hand and said, "That's not necessary. If I lose, I will naturally let the master deal with it. I dare not say a word."

He thought and said, "But if I luckily win one move and half a move, I will ask the masters of Shaolin to retreat from the top of Guangming and return to the mountain."

Yin Tianzheng communicated with this old monk Kongshi for a few words, and then he knew his true nature, so he inspired each other with words.

Kong Xing said angrily: "The senior brother is the one who is in charge of Shaolin affairs. I can only take care of myself, but I can't take care of my senior brother!"

Yin Tianzheng shook his head: "Then there is nothing to fight in this fight. The master would call out the one who can make the decision and fight with me!"

Kong Yan couldn't help but be angry and blurted out: "Okay, if Donor Yin can beat me with one move and half a stance, I will go back to Shaolin and never leave the temple for the rest of my life!"

This was said quickly and urgently, but Kongzhi couldn't stop him even if he wanted to stop him, so he had to pronounce the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

Yin Tianzheng didn't care about so many things, and he could cheat each other. He made his hands into claws and said, "Master, let's take a move!"

Kong Yan didn't speak, he stretched out his left hand and held a strong wind in his right hand, grabbing Yin Tianzheng's left shoulder.

Yin Tianzheng had already discovered his moves. Seeing his left hand slightly moved, he knew what move he was going to use. He was no longer careless now, and used his famous move to Eagle Claw Capture Hand, and looked forward with his right hand and grabbed Hunting.

The two of them had almost no difference in their moves. Yin Tianzheng came first, but he took the lead in a moment of difference.

Kongshi's fingers were still two inches away from his shoulders, but Yin Tianzheng's five fingers had already grasped Kongshi's shoulders.

Hunting only feels numb on the acupoints, and the strength of the right hand is completely lost.

Yin Tianzheng bent his arm forward, grabbed Kong Yan's neck, and said, "Master, you lost!"

In this battle, the rabbits rose and fell, and the outcome changed rapidly. Just as the two of them were intertwined, the winner was quickly decided.
Chapter completed!