For a moment, the pressure on him multiplied. He moved his hands and used all his strength to execute the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm to the extreme.
And the sword in Mo Han's hand was even faster.
You're fast, I'm faster!
Without any defense, every move was an attack. He pressed forward indomitable and invincible, causing Kong Xing to parry repeatedly. Cold sweat covered his forehead, and he complained endlessly in his heart!
In the end, Mo Han stabbed out with his sword, piercing through all the palm shadows and directly into the body of the Kongxing Divine Monk.
Puff!
The sharp sword pierced through his body. Kong Xing felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.
However, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes. He immediately grabbed Mo Han's sword with his left hand, raised his right hand, and smashed it fiercely at Mo Han, as if he was going to perish together with him.
"F * ck, you old brat!"
Mo Han's expression changed drastically. Without a word, he instantly raised his left hand and activated the Immortal Pressing Art to meet the attack.
Bang!
When their palms met, Mo Han's entire body trembled, and he flew backward.
The Kongxing Divine Monk was an expert in the middle stage of the Houtian Realm. His inner energy was extremely deep, and Mo Han, who was in the first-rate realm, could not compare to him.
The palm strike that he had used to take her down with him was even more terrifying.
Fortunately, Mo Han had used the Immortal Pressing Art to convert the Qi of Life and Death, turning more than 60% of the power of the Kongxing Divine Monk's palm into Life Qi and feeding it back to his body, allowing him to be safe and sound.
Thump thump thump thump!
Mo Han only stopped after retreating five steps. His face was extremely pale.
At this moment, the Divine Monk Kong Xing was very surprised. His angry palm strike actually did not kill Mo Han. He immediately mobilized all his internal energy and leaped up, once again blasting towards Mo Han. It was as if he was going to die together with Mo Han.
Mo Han's expression turned completely cold. He turned his right hand slightly and a Yang Finger shot out. He had attacked later but had arrived earlier.
Bang!
With a crisp sound, the Kongxing Divine Monk, who was still in the air, froze in the air and fell to the ground. He couldn't be more dead.
Upon closer inspection, there was a finger-sized bloody hole between his eyebrows. Fresh blood was flowing out, and it was extremely dazzling!
"You want to die together with me? Do you think you're worthy?"
Mo Han stood with his hands behind his back and smiled faintly. He looked peerless.
One of the Four Great Divine Monks of Shaolin Temple, the Divine Monk Kong Xing, had been stabbed to death by Mo Han's finger!
"Junior Brother!"
Kong Wen shouted angrily, and his face instantly turned pale.
Kong Wen could tolerate the death of an expert of the Yuan generation.
However, the Kong generation senior monk was one of the top forces in Shaolin. He was his senior brother and was also the head of the Dharma Hall, Discipline Hall, and other halls!
Everyone was a rare existence!
Kong Xing was one of the Four Great Divine Monks and had grown up together with Kong Wen. They were close brothers. It was even more difficult for Kong Wen to accept such a tragic death.
"Bastard, Mo Han, you actually dared to kill my Junior Brother Kong Xing!”
Kong Wen was burning with rage, and his entire body was trembling with anger. He looked at Mo Han and said with a murderous intent.
Mo Han stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly,""This old bald donkey still wants to die with me. If I kill him, so be it.”
"Bastard, die!"
Kong Wen shouted angrily. He immediately leaped up, his hands forming claws as he grabbed at Mo Han. It was Shaolin's seventy-two ultimate techniques, Dragon Claw Hand!
His strength was revealed without a doubt. He did not hold back at all and was completely going to kill!
"Impudent!"
With a furious roar, Zhang Sanfeng's figure moved and instantly appeared in front of Mo Han to block him. He unleashed his Taiji Fist at an unbelievable speed.
In just two moves, he received Kong Wen's Dragon Claw Technique.
Then, three consecutive palm strikes landed in front of Abbot Kong Wen, causing him to vomit blood and fly out.
However, Zhang Sanfeng did not give up. He took a step forward and pulled Abbot Kong Wen back. Without saying a word, he used his Wudang Soft Palm to block continuously.
It was just like Mo Han's round tone, a typical Taiji Fist routine. He sent it flying, pulled it back, sent it flying again, and pulled it back again!
In the end, Mo Han kicked out, sending Abbot Kong Wen flying without any mercy!
"Abbot!"
"Senior Brother!"
The expressions of the Shaolin monks changed drastically. The divine monk Kong Zhi leaped up and caught Abbot Kong Wen.
Puff!
Kong Wen spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood. His face was pale, and his internal organs were all displaced. He was seriously injured and then fainted.
Other people might not know about Shaolin's plot against Wudang, but Zhang Sanfeng knew it clearly.
Shaolin led the five great sects and forced Zhang Sanfeng's beloved disciple, Zhang Cuishan, to die on his 100th birthday. Zhang Sanfeng was even angrier.
Therefore, Zhang Sanfeng didn't make a move, but when he did, he didn't show any mercy. He directly injured Kong Wen, knocked him out, and completely lost his combat strength.
Even with Shaolin's healing medicine, it would take three to five months for him to recover!
Even if he recovered, Kong Wen would still be unable to fully recover!
Mo Han had dared to kill Kong Xing the Divine Monk, so why wouldn't Zhang Sanfeng dare to cripple Abbot Kong Wen?
Mo Han had killed Kong Xing the Divine Monk, and Zhang Sanfeng had crippled Abbot Kong Wen!
For a moment, the entire hall was in an uproar. Even the entire Wudang Sect was shocked. Only Zhang Sanfeng and Mo Han remained calm and indifferent.
The abbot was seriously injured and no one knew if he was dead or alive. All the Shaolin disciples were filled with righteous indignation. They were completely furious and attacked decisively.
However, before they could make a move, Yu Lianzhou had already led the Wudang disciples and surrounded the Shaolin disciples. They were facing each other with their swords.
As long as the Shaolin monks were moved, Wudang would kill them without mercy!
For a moment, all the Shaolin disciples were terrified. No one dared to act rashly.
After all, this was Wudang's territory. A strong dragon could not suppress a local snake!
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