C4 Exterminating Temple

Zhiyan breathed heavily and looked around vigilantly.

More than ten white-robed swordsmen glared at him covetously, quickly surrounding him once more. However, no one dared to step forward because Zhiyan's spear skill was superb and his speed was fast. Furthermore, from their point of view, Zhiyan was no ordinary brat.

After his right arm was cut by a knife, Zhiyan's entire body turned scarlet red. The muscle had expanded a little, and the wound had stopped bleeding. It was enough to make the swordsmen stop in their tracks.

"Bastard!" Don't you dare hurt me, Disciple and Zhiyan! "

A powerful roar shook the world.

The moment the swordsmen heard the sound and turned around, Zhiyan seized the opportunity to rush forward and thrust out his spear! The tip of the spear had pierced the abdomen of a careless swordsman, but he did not care about the reaction of the other swordsmen, only pushing with all his might! The dozens of swords around him attacked at the same time. Although Zhiyan was fast, he couldn't avoid being injured this time! Because that was the voice of the abbot. If he could break out of this encirclement, he could be saved!

Soon, Zhiyan's shirt was cut by dozens of swords, leaving dozens of red sword marks that bled out!

Pain!

An extraordinary pain!

After cultivating in the Shaolin Temple for so long, even if he was injured by the mechanisms in Wood Puppet Lane, he had never experienced such pain! More than ten wounds appeared on Zhiyan's body and blood spurted into the air! Even Zhiyan felt a little dizzy. He was almost numbed by the dozen or so sword strikes. His vision became blurry after being injured and he lost all feeling when he was injured!

However, Zhiyan knew that when he heard the abbot's voice, the abbot had arrived. If he rushed out of the encirclement, he would be saved!

After rushing out of the encirclement, Zhiyan kept on running in the direction of the front yard.

As expected, Lord Fang rushed over from the courtyard. Passing by Zhiyan, he shouted angrily: "Quickly find a safe place! Leave these bastards to me! " Dozens of disciples charged at him.

"Phew – Phew –" Zhiyan nodded, panting heavily. "Finally, I am saved."

Zhiyan leaned against the wall and took out his spear from the corpse. He placed it aside and sat down on the high wall to rest.

At this time, Zhiyan looked at the abbot, but he found that the abbot was very different from usual. Usually wearing a golden robe and a heavy cassock, the elegant and respected abbot now took off his jacket and put on light pants. It revealed a red upper body and two hands covered in blood. The manner in which the abbot acted made Zhiyan extremely worried —

The square lord rushed to the front of a group of swordsmen. When he shouted for a swordsman to attack, he stopped with a single step and punched, sending the swordsman flying thirty feet away! He fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. Before the remaining swordsmen could panic, the Lord square shouted, "Haaargh!" With a sound, he swiftly sent out a few more punches, sending many of the Blade Masters flying.

In the midst of the crisscrossing bloody light and red fist shadows, more than twenty people had already been killed by the fist vibrations. None of them had survived as they fell onto the ground.

Zhiyan was dumbfounded as he stared at Fang Dang.

"Zhiyan, are you alright?" How did you receive such a heavy injury? " The abbot turned and walked over, "Didn't I tell you not to leave the Martial Arts Practice Hall? "If I didn't rush here, looking at you now, you would have died just now!"

"These people are lying in ambush on both sides of the wall outside the temple. They climbed over the wall to get in. When they reach the Martial Arts Practice Hall, if I don't come out, I will have to deal with them as well. " Zhiyan tried to defend himself, "Besides, didn't I manage to deal with it already!? He didn't suffer … How much... Cough … "Injured!" Then, Zhiyan started to cough. He had used too much strength earlier on, and now that his right arm was heavily injured and his entire body was covered with several dozen small wounds, an ordinary person would have long since fainted! Zhiyan had good physical fitness and could still hold on until now.

However, the abbot shook his head and sighed. It should be his fault for leaving Zhiyan alone in the backyard to face this encirclement and kill!

"Right, Reverend. In the middle of the night, who attacked the Shaolin Temple? " Zhiyan pursued, "How's the front door? Let's go and support our senior brothers! "

"They're here to take revenge on me." "But there's no need to go to the front yard."

"Why? The Senior Brothers are all holding on! " Zhiyan was excited, "There must be more people attacking from the front yard, how can we abandon our senior brother?!"

"I had something I wanted to entrust to you, and I haven't finished it yet. But tonight, in any case, I must finish what I have to say. Even if I have to sacrifice the lives of several tens of Shaolin Temple disciples, it will be the same.

"F * ck!" Fang Wei was about to stand up when he was pushed down by Zhiyan.

Then, he took out two letters from his room and handed them to Zhiyan, "Here are two letters. After you went down the mountain this time, you opened the first letter, which contained my trust and instructions to you. The second letter could not be opened, but who would he show it to …? The first letter will say. You need to remember something when you go down the mountain this time! "From now on, you will no longer be called Zhiyan, using your common name, Wang Lih..."

"Reverend!" Zhiyan retorted, "How can we just ignore our senior brothers!? They are all fighting for their lives at the front door, yet Master Fang is telling them at this moment about the matter of making this disciple go down the mountain … "

"Shut up!" "The person I'm most worried about is here, tonight's Shaolin Temple will definitely not escape calamity. You must take the letter and safely go down the mountain. You must continue to cultivate, practice martial arts and polish yourself at the foot of the mountain. When you're strong enough, you'll know what happened tonight! "

What Reverend Fang said reminded Zhiyan of what the swordsmen said about their leader earlier. From the words of the swordsmen, even if they were not needed, just the leader alone would be enough to destroy Shaolin Temple. What Abbot Fang said should be the leader.

Even so, Zhiyan did not want to abandon his Senior Brother and leave.

"Reverend …" Zhiyan shook his head. He didn't want to do that at all!

It was impossible for him to abandon his fellow brothers that he had grown up with!

"Listen." Lord Fang walked forward and stuffed the two letters into Zhiyan's clothes. He even ignored the fact that Zhiyan's blood was stained. "When I came here, I saw your skin turn red, your veins bulge, your eyes turn red, and your body expand. That is the sign that the Second Layer Stage of the [Vajra Scripture] has been fully activated. If one used their Qi and blood correctly, they could activate the entirety of their Second Layer Stage at any time! When you go down the mountain, you must remember to continue practicing the Diamond Sutra. If you can reach the Sixth Layer Stage before the age of thirty, then you can be considered the champion … Under the heavens, alone … Step … "The martial arts world!" As he spoke, it seemed as if it was difficult for him to speak.

"Reverend!" Noticing the signs of weakness in his words, Zhiyan quickly got up to check.

"Hahahaha..." "If you are truly able to rule the world and walk the martial world alone, with your current sixth stage strength, why can't you take one of my blows?" A wild laughter rang out, followed by a "boom!" With a loud explosion, the high wall at the side of the courtyard was completely shattered. Rocks flew everywhere, and smoke filled the air. After the dust settled, a tall and sturdy white-haired middle-aged man appeared behind the wall, holding a huge and exquisite long spear in his hand. His smile was filled with provocation and contempt.

"... Heh … If you do not rely on your White Rod Dargon Scale s, fight with me empty-handed. The outcome of the battle is still difficult to determine! " The abbot clutched his chest as he roared furiously.

"Reverend!" Zhiyan supported Fang Dang, "Stop trying to be brave! Your aura is already in disarray! "

This person should be the leader mentioned by the swordsman and the abbot. To be able to destroy a thick wall with a single spear, it was impossible for ordinary people to do that! It seemed like this person's strength had also reached a very high realm.

However, when the person in front of him heard the words of the square head, his right hand loosened and the long spear that he had called "White Rod Dargon Scale" fell to the ground. There was another dull thud, and the stone tablets around him shattered into pieces! Just from this, one could tell how terrifying that spear was.

"The White Rod Dargon Scale has been placed on the ground." The white-haired middle-aged man laughed, "If you can take another punch of mine and survive, I'll withdraw my Shaolin Temple tonight. Let's see if you, who are the best in the world, can hurt me, right? "

Zhiyan couldn't persuade him at all, so with a "sou!" sound, he rushed forward!

"Reverend!" Zhiyan was about to stop him.

The white-haired middle-aged man stood on the spot with his hands behind his back. A right fist that was completely red like an iron hammer tore through the air, as though it carried a tremendous amount of power, and flew straight towards the heart meridian of the white-haired middle-aged man!

However, the white-haired middle-aged man did not dodge at all. Zhiyan looked at him and felt a sense of ominous foreboding. Following that, just as his right fist was about to touch the white-haired middle-aged man, a loud sound echoed out! It then crashed into the other high wall and fell to the ground. This punch of his had actually sent him flying back. Zhiyan didn't know what was going on as he rushed towards the falling Lord Fang.

"Reverend!" Zhiyan knelt on the ground and cried. Lord Fang fell against the wall as his entire body trembled, his vision went dark, and blood came out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. He collapsed onto the ground. Zhiyan was just about to help the abbot, but he couldn't touch the abbot's hand. In that moment, all the bones in his body were shattered into dust!

"... Zhiyan... I am. No more … Pull … All of a sudden … One moment … "It's over …."

"Reverend …" Zhiyan knelt to the side and cried as he held onto the hands of the abbot.

"Yo, I didn't even attack." As the white-haired middle-aged man walked over, he shook his head and sneered. Then he sighed and said, "Well, I won't waste any more time. After a quarter of an hour, I have to go. " After which, he stood in his original spot and extended his right fist towards the sky. Everything turned silent in an instant.

"Zhiyan …" The abbot said with great difficulty.

"Reverend!" Zhiyan raised his head and looked at his lord. At this moment, his lord still had something to say.

"Bring a letter …" Live on … For me. For the Shaolin Temple … "Revenge..."

In an instant, there was only the sound of "Boom!" A loud bang sounded out like a thunderclap. The right fist of the white-haired middle-aged man smashed down from the sky, striking the ground. In an instant, all the stone slabs within a radius of ten meters were reduced to fine powder. From the point of impact, a visible blood-red wave of air spread out, quickly rolling and spreading in all directions. When it reached the bodies of the swordsmen, they all floated up into the air! When it reached the Volkswagen Hall, the entire building flew up from its base, and the wooden frame flew everywhere, scattering gravel everywhere. And when it came to Zhiyan, there was no way out, Zhiyan could not block it either! Everything seemed extremely slow, but in reality, it was extremely fast. Zhiyan's entire person was sent flying and he instantly collapsed to the mountain cliff several tens of meters behind him. At this time, Shaolin Temple was looking down on him. At that moment, only a sharp pain flashed through Zhiyan's body, and he instantly lost consciousness. Below them was a deep valley. Zhiyan had fallen down.

After dispersing the three air waves, a huge red light shot up to the sky from where it stood. It was incomparably thick, and as it pierced through the horizon, it almost dyed the entire night sky red! When everything calmed down, all that was left was a pile of scorched ruins.

….

It was unknown how much time had passed.

Zhiyan gradually regained his consciousness. When he opened his eyes, the scene in front of him was completely white.

Zhiyan stood up and looked around, but the scene was unfamiliar. Not far from him was an old, twisted tree. Under the tree was a stone table, four stone stools, and on the table was a chess board and a teapot. He was lying on a soft grass field with colorful flowers blooming around him. There were even many colorful butterflies flying in the air, occasionally hearing the chirping of a few birds. The surroundings were filled with an exuberant scene of spring, causing one to feel relaxed and happy.

Zhiyan walked around immediately, but he was confused and unfamiliar with everything. What kept flashing through his mind was only the world-shaking attack of the white-haired middle-aged man and the Shaolin Temple where corpses were scattered all over the ground. After he had fainted, he felt confused when he saw this scene when he woke up.

Arriving at the stone table, there was a silk jade scroll on the board with a poem on it:

"Twisting Clouds Crossing the Yanluan Hills

White Dragon Pan Top Half Mountain Head

When the golden python comes out of its hole

What is the point of wasting your life? "