"I,......"

The law enforcement elder raised his palm and really wanted to slap the fire-headed Tuo to death.

But at this moment, he remembered a sentence from the head abbot: Monks are compassionate and are most jealous. If they cannot tolerate others, how can I give this Shaolin to you in the future?

Master Xuanku means that the law enforcement elders are too angry and need peace. Because monks pay attention to a peaceful mentality. In the future, Shaolin can be handed over to the law enforcement elders.

This is the rule of Shaolin. Law enforcement elders are usually trained as the next generation of leaders.

Of course, there are also accidents. If the law enforcement elders do not do well and cannot convince the monks, then he will not be able to become the leader of the next generation.

So at this moment, the law enforcement elder remembered what Master Xuanku said, and could only put away his palms and sighed, "Huo Tou Tuo, Huo Tou Tuo, why don't you understand? Your martial arts are high, but your mind is not calm. You only have a slight understanding of anything you learn. No matter whether it is martial arts or your Buddhist principles, you cannot understand them.

If the abbot asks you to burn fire, it is to sharpen your temperament and let you know that this martial arts and Buddhist principles are just like cooking fire. It is not that the bigger the fire, the better, but the right thing is to pay attention to.

Tell me about you, you know the 72 unique skills of Shaolin, but you can understand which one?

Alas! When you recover from your injury, you go to Shaolin!..."

After the law enforcement elder said that, he waved his hand, meaning to drive Huo Tou Tuo out of Shaolin. This is also the biggest broadband for him.

"Law Enforcement Elder? Punish me, I will not leave Shaolin, I will not leave Shaolin,..."

Huo Tou Tuo asked hard, but he was already dragged down by his disciples.

When Shaolin suffered this disaster, the monks could no longer tolerate Huoto Tuo, and not killing him was based on compassion.

"Law Enforcement Elder? What should we do now? The disciples and the elders' bodies have been buried in peace." At this moment, an elder in the library asked.

"King Qingyang has not arrived yet, I think I should wait a little longer." The law enforcement elder thought for a while.

However, at this time, the elder of the library said, "I have been waiting for so long. If I should come, I will have come long ago. Maybe the Qingyang King will not come, and if we wait here, the disciples will be gone. I think the iron will be in the hot air. We will lead the crowd to kill and rescue the seniors in the Guanyin Cave."

"Well, we have ten thousand masters. Even if all the people from the Seven Colors Hell arrive, we will let him come and go."

The law enforcement elder finally made up his mind and ordered his disciples to start attacking the mountain.

In addition to a big road leading to the mountain, Shaolin has a small road on both sides.

The law enforcement elder ordered the disciples to divide their troops into three groups, with two thousand soldiers on both sides and six thousand soldiers in the middle. They were led by two elders from each Lingyuan Realm and headed straight to the main peak of Shaolin.

At the same time, Bai Xiaosheng on the mountain naturally received information.

Bai Xiaosheng smiled and said, "How is it? Isn't I right? The Shaolin disciples stagnated to bury the body. As long as we stay on the mountain and go all out, we must let these Shaolin monks come and go."

"Haha, the third brother is right. Let's go and see how those Shaolin disciples died, right?"

Qing Dao Niu also sneered, and then the three of them, Black Snake, Qing Dao Niu and Bai Xiaosheng, left the Main Hall and came to the only way for Shaolin monks to climb the mountain.

At this time, the disciples of the Seven Colors Hell were already ready. They held crossbow arrows and covered the stone steps up the mountain with rolling wooden stones.

This Shaolin Temple is located on a high mountain, and the stone steps that reach the sky are more than 300 meters.

With such an excellent terrain and a think tank like Bai Xiaosheng, how can you not make good use of it?

So he prepared everything early, just waiting for the Shaolin disciples who went to assist the Ming army to return.

At this time, the disciples of the seven-color hell were waiting for the battle. They held bows and crossbows and waited for the Shaolin disciples to come up the mountain.

"kill!"

"Avenge your brothers,..."

"Kill!"

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The roar of the Shaolin disciples had already sounded, and anger roared throughout the sky. Shaolin disciples gradually appeared in Bai Xiaosheng's vision.

Bai Xiaosheng sneered slightly because the Shaolin disciples holding sticks were completely deceived.

This stone staircase with a capacity of more than 300 meters is where they died.

"Shoot the arrow!"

Bai Xiaosheng gave the order, and the disciples of the Seven Colors Hell on the top of the mountain began to shoot arrows.

All the feather arrows were made of tungsten steel with extremely strong penetration. And at this time, it was night again, and Shaolin disciples could only hear buzzing sounds, but could not see the feather arrows at all.

Puff!

The feather arrow fell, and even the Shaolin disciples waved the sticks in their hands to block them, but countless people were shot.

"Namo Amitabha!"

The law enforcement elder roared angrily and made the effort of the lion roar in Buddhism. The sound wave went upwards, shaking the flying arrows shattered one after another.

The pressure from Shaolin disciples suddenly saw it and roared again to rush up the mountain.

The Shaolin disciples were not slow, and the distance of 300 meters was probably only a matter of a few breaths. They were about to reach the top of the mountain.

However, I didn't expect that at this moment, the rolling wooden stones fell down together, striking the head and faced.

At this moment, even if the Shaolin disciples had high martial arts skills, they were useless. They were smashed by the rolling stones and rolled down from the mountain like dumplings.

Shaolin disciples were killed and injured again. From the first charge to the time they were hit by a wooden rock, more than 300 casualties were killed and killed in just two rounds.

And these people are all Shaolin elites. Each of them has the realm of the Yuanqi realm.

But it was useless at this time. When the opponent was far away, he used feather arrows, and when he was close, he would roll wood and stone to serve him. Shaolin's attack was blocked from the three directions, and no less than a thousand people were killed or injured.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Shaolin's law enforcement elders and others were furious and flew up one after another, trying to create a gap in the enemy's camp.

But what they didn't expect was that three figures even flew up on the mountain at the same time.

These three figures are the Black Snake, Bai Xiaosheng, and Qing Dao Nu.

Each of them blocked the side and blocked the masters of the Lingyuan Realm of Shaolin.

When it comes to this, the Shaolin law enforcement elders secretly complain that they are not against each other. The black snake, the ninth level of the Lingyuan Realm, is close to the boss of the Seven-Colored Hell.

The law enforcement elders and the elders of the Sutra Pavilion are only at the seventh level of the Lingyuan Realm.

Two people fight one, and they temporarily tied.

But the other two teams won't do it.
Chapter completed!