Chapter 190: Sword in Hand, Ask Who Is the Hero in the World (4)

Seeing this, Duan Yu hurriedly shook his head to the ground, and said apologetically: "Duan Yu has seen the abbot master, the senior monks, that ...... I can't control my true anger in the next moment, and I hope that all the masters will not be surprised, forgive the sins, forgive the sins! ”

The monks of Xuan Ci were first surprised, and then they were happy, Xuan Ci laughed, and said nonchalantly:

"Duan Gongzi doesn't need to be like this, the old man has heard Duan Gongzi's name for a long time, and when I saw it today, it was really a dragon and phoenix among people, and it was better than the rumors, please enter the temple!"

Everyone said to each other, and then entered the Shaolin Temple hand in hand, Duan Yu first learned the 'innate broken body invisible sword qi', and his martial arts cultivation was shallow, and a sharp sword qi wanted to penetrate the body, and he couldn't hide it no matter what.

The heroes of the Shaolin Temple, seeing Duan Yu's terrifying momentum of sword energy, were all impressed in their hearts, and secretly thought: "No wonder this person is the only one who can save his life under the hands of the 'Sword Demon', and he really has an amazing art career!" ”

There is an endless stream of high-rollers who come to Shaolin Temple to help boxing, from early morning to sunset, this flow of people stops. At this time, more than half of the time is near, the sun sets and the moon rises, and a quarter moon is already high in the sky.

Xuan Ci, Xuan Ku, Xuan Du, Xuan Sheng and other Shaolin monks, seeing that the time has come to look at each other, they all nodded silently, Xuan Ci stepped forward, coughed lightly and was about to speak, suddenly heard a heavy and majestic voice, from outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, and said loudly:

"My master has invited all the heroes of the world to go to Songshan Fengzentai to drink and appreciate chrysanthemums, talk about martial arts and swords, and send villains to come to pass the word, if you don't give up, you can leave at this time!" Word by word, it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

The real body of the person who spoke is still outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, and the square in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall where Qunhao is located, a few miles away, and there are many houses and courtyard walls to obstruct it, the voice is not high-pitched and harsh, and it is very clear in the ears, but it is just and peaceful, and it is not shocking at all.

However, the strong and latent power contained in the sound shook the glazed tiles on the roof of the Shaolin temple, and the morning bell in the Daxiong Treasure Hall also made a dull and long ringing of 'buzzing'.

The vibration is not hurtful, and the purity of the internal strength of the speaker is high, and the magic of the sound attack method used can be seen from this.

The heroes of all walks of life in the Shaolin Temple, hearing that the minions of the 'Sword Demon' suddenly came, and they showed such a superb magic skill as if they were off the horse, they were all shocked in their hearts, and suddenly the field was quiet, and the needle drop could be heard!

Xuan Ci and other Shaolin Temple monks were also shocked when they heard the words, one was surprised by the supreme internal skills shown by the person who spoke, and on the other hand, Xuan Ci and several people recognized the sound attack method used by the comer, which was one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple - 'Lion Roar Gong'.

Moreover, the speaker's 'lion roar skill' is extremely refined and pure, which is more than a step higher than that of Zhi Xuanci and other monks present.

Seeing the heroes of the rivers and lakes in the temple, it seems that all of them are intimidated by the world-beating magic shown by the people under the 'Sword Demon', Xuan Ci is the presiding abbot of Shaolin Temple, and the heroes in this place naturally take his horse head as a look, as the leading brother and the talker, Xuan Ci coughed lightly, and it is also the internal force of the latent luck, with the method of 'lion roar gong', he said slowly without hurry:

"Since the host has sent someone to come to Su Ke, we have no choice but to be disrespectful, all senior brothers and brothers, all friends from the rivers and lakes, let's go to Fengzentai and see the demeanor of 'Sword Demon - Ye Gucheng' together?"

Xuan Ci didn't want to weaken the momentum of the group in front of the minions of the 'Sword Demon', and these words seemed to be ordinary and slow, but they had already urged Gu to use his whole body strength.

Although it is also far-reaching, everyone in the temple is clearly audible, the roof tiles are shaking, and the bronze bell is ringing, but compared to the person who speaks outside the mountain gate, the cloud is light and the wind is light, and he looks at ease, but in fact, he has secretly lost a move.

As the saying goes, those who watch the excitement are not afraid of big things, and the heroes have long been itchy and scratchy, and they have to wait for Xuan Ci's words. The young heroes with low seniority and impatient temperament are about to rush out. Followed by heroes from all walks of life, the Duan family of Dali, and the monks of Shaolin Temple. But I heard the sound of 'ping pong choking' endlessly, and the Shaolin monks of the Hui generation sent out the blades of the master and uncle.

When everyone came out of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, they saw six people with the intimidating temperament of the top masters, and the 'demons' wearing hats were lined up on both sides, among which there was a tall and burly 'demon' who stepped forward, slightly out of the ranks, and hugged his fists to the heroes:

"Ladies and gentlemen, my master has been waiting on the Fengzen platform, and the villain has come to guide you, please!"

The desolate and heroic voice is suitable for people outside the mountain gate, and they perform the 'lion roar skill' to deter the heroes!

Duan Yu, Wang Yuyan, A Zhu, and A Bi, when they saw these ghostly 'demons', they immediately remembered the battle in the apricot forest that night, and the 'Sword Demon-Ye Gucheng' swept the heroes of the Quartet with a peerless and invincible attitude.

The apricot tree like a demon, the eerie huge * magic circle, the desperate roar of the heroes, the blood of the heroes gathered into a river, the stumps and broken arms flew around, the terrifying scene like purgatory, the ghost mansion, as if engraved into the brains of the four people, vivid, indelible.

These 'envoys' are said to be those heroes of the world who died under the magic sword of the 'Sword Demon-Ye Gucheng', and then they were locked by the 'Sword Demon' and summoned back from the underworld, and they were immortalized for the 'Sword Demon' to drive and call, so they became the loyal lackeys who destroyed their nature, but the 'Sword Demon' ordered to obey - 'Demon'.

Xuan Ci saw the figure of the 'demon' in front of him, and carefully recalled the voice of this person's voice, and was shocked in his heart, and asked:

"This benefactor is so martial arts, I think it must be a martial arts senior who has been famous for many years, why do you want to do this hidden thing, can you show the true face of Lushan, so that we can know which martial arts master is the honorable driver!"

The group of heroes heard this person sneer: "There is no need to rush this matter, everyone, now that the time is coming, it is not good to wait for my master for a long time, please leave immediately, and go to Fengzentai with the villain to attend the meeting!" ”

Seeing that the man didn't wait for Xuan Ci to reply, he immediately led the other five people to unfold their bodies and strode away in the direction of the Feng Zen platform.

The Shaolin monks, the Dali Duan family, and the high-rollers in the rivers and lakes from all over the country had no choice but to carry out their own light work, followed closely behind Xiao Yuanshan and the other six people, and rushed towards the Fengzen platform.

Shaolin Temple is located in Shaolin Mountain, and Feng Chan Tai is located in Tai Mu Mountain, the distance between them is neither far nor close, the group of heroes with Xiao Yuan Mountain six people, went straight to the tea time to get the foot of the mountain where the Feng Zen platform is located.

I saw a wide straight stone step that was almost four or five zhang wide, leading straight to the top of the mountain to the top of the mountain, every twenty steps or so on both sides of the stone steps, there was a stone niche palace lamp, or for the fish and birds auspicious, or for the pavilion palace, the carving was exquisite and abnormal, lifelike.

The rest of the unaware heroes from all over the world just thought that this stone step stone lamp was originally there, and secretly said that this place is worthy of being the place where the emperor Lao'er sealed Zen and sacrificed to the sky, and it was really magnificent, luxurious and extravagant!

However, the monks of Shaolin Temple, who are familiar with the environment here, as well as those heroes from all over the world who have come to Feng Chan Tai to explore beforehand, all know that this is definitely not the case before Feng Chan Tai, and this stone step stone lamp is a new thing.

Thinking of the rumbling sound from the direction of Lifeng Zentai yesterday, who completed such a huge project in this night, it is already ready to come out, and it is obvious.

Many Shaolin monks who knew about it, heroes from all over the world, looked suspicious, and after glancing at each other, they all found the horror in each other's eyes. Now that the foot of the mountain is like this, I don't know where the 'Sword Demon-Ye Gucheng' is located at the peak, what earth-shattering means are waiting for me!

Everyone only felt that in the dark, there seemed to be a pair of cold and cold eyes, looking down on everyone from the top of the mountain, as if they were looking at a group of ants who tried to resist the power of heaven, indifferent and ruthless, looking at all things, and no longer putting everything in the world in their eyes.