At first, Kong Xing could still fight with Zhang Wuji.
However, it didn't take long for the victor to be decided.
The two of them were engaged in a life and death battle, and their attacks were as fast as lightning.
The consumption of internal strength was huge.
Kong Xing was already panting heavily, and his hands had obviously slowed down.
However, Zhang Wuji's aura was long, and the more he fought, the stronger his aura became.
Zhang Wuji had the internal strength of ice and fire, which were of the same origin.
After comprehending Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill.
These two internal energies were extremely pure.
For a moment, Zhang Wuji suppressed Kong Xing and forced him to retreat.
Kong Xing shouted,"You little devil, you are really powerful, but I will not beg for mercy from you until I die."”
"If you kneel down and beg for mercy, I will look down on you and even torture you to death." Seeing that you have such a backbone, I'll give you a quick death.”
"This old monk will die together with you. I won't teach you, little demon, to harm others again.”
Kong Xing held the thought of sacrificing his life for justice as he gathered a mouthful of true qi.
The Dragon Claw Hand retaliated fiercely.
Kong Xing usually studied martial arts in the temple and rarely went down the mountain.
He was upright and bold, and his attainments in the Dragon Claw Hand were the most profound among his fellow disciples.
Kong Zhi's martial arts were complicated, but Kong Xing had been practicing Dragon Claw Hand for decades.
His ten fingers were like hooks that could turn stones into powder.
Kong Xing's left hand grabbed out while his right hand carried a strong wind, aiming at Zhang Wuji's Quepen acupoint on his left shoulder. It was the Cloud Catching Style.
Kong Xing's fingers were about to grab Zhang Wuji.
However, Zhang Wuji was the first to arrive, grabbing Kong Xing's Quepen acupoint.
Kong Xing was extremely shocked. He struggled to break free and a piece of his flesh was torn off.
The heroes exclaimed.
This Zhang Wuji was really overbearing.
If Kong Xing had been a little slower, Zhang Wuji would have probably cut off his arm.
Kong Xing's shoulder was bleeding, but he didn't notice.
He struck out with both hands and used the Pearl Snatching Form to attack Zhang Wuji's left and right temples.
The temple was so important that it would die instantly during a martial arts competition between spiritual practitioners. There was no room for salvation.
Zhang Wuji spread out his arms and shook it hard, turning this dangerous move of emptiness into nothingness.
Kong Xing's arms were numb from the shock.
However, Kong Xing did not dare to retreat.
When experts fought, it was all based on their aura.
One burst of energy, two bursts of energy, three bursts of energy.
Once their momentum fell into a disadvantage, they would definitely lose.
Kong Xing suddenly shouted and jumped up, his hands like a storm.
Wind-catching Style, Shadow-catching Style, Guqin Style, Guqin Style, Pikang Style, Fake-smashing Style, Crippling Style, Defending Style.
The eight forms were connected in a row, and the attack came quickly.
Kong Xing's eight forms of the Chain Dragon Claw Hand were endless, as if there were eight variations in one move, incomparably fast.
Everyone was dazzled.
He couldn't even distinguish the emptiness of the moves.
This space-time character was sweating all over, his internal strength surging.
He was already using all of his inner strength to fight to the death.
Zhang Wuji exclaimed.
"Good timing…"
Facing this storm of attacks.
Zhang Wuji's Thunderbolt Fist was as fast as lightning.
The fist was much faster than the Dragon Claw Hand.
No one could tell the changes in the four hands at all.
Only the sounds of "Peng" could be heard.
Kong Xing suddenly retreated.
Zhang Wuji's Thunderbolt Fist continued to bombard Kong Xing's body.
Kong Xing's arms hung down, his internal strength exhausted.
He could only endure Zhang Wuji's punches.
Everyone was flabbergasted, unable to breathe, and their entire bodies could not help but tremble.
He didn't expect this little devil to be so terrifying.
Kong Xing retreated a dozen steps before Zhang Wuji stopped.
Zhang Wuji was expressionless.
"Master Kong Xing, life is full of bitterness and uncertainty. Go to the western paradise and enjoy the bliss."
Kong Xing held back his true energy, but blood still flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
A calm smile flashed across Kong Xing's face, and his body suddenly fell.
Boom!
Kong Xing fell face to face.
The eminent monk of a generation went west from here.
The Shaolin Monastery lost two godly monks in a row, and the monks were devastated.
Kong Wen vomited blood non-stop, his old face extremely pale.
"Little demon, kill me too." Kong Wen cried bitterly. Three of the four divine monks have already passed away. What's the point of me living?”
Kong Wen stood up shakily. With every step he took, his entire body swayed.
This was a huge blow to him. He was mentally and physically exhausted and spat out blood continuously.
However, before Kong Wen could even reach Zhang Wuji, he fell to his knees.
The Shaolin Monastery's monks rushed forward and cried,""Abbot…"
"Quick, quick, let's go down the mountain and invite the three ancestors…" Kong Wen said vaguely.
Kong Wen tilted his head and breathed his last.
Who in the martial world wouldn't be terrified?
The Shaolin Temple was the most respected temple in the martial arts world.
He didn't expect that he would be forced into such a miserable state by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old youth today.
Since then, Shaolin Temple had suffered a crushing defeat and no longer had the heart to fight.
More than twenty monks were furious. They knew that their martial arts were weak and there was no hope of revenge.
He could only hope to collect the corpses of the three divine monks as soon as possible and rush back to Shaolin Temple.
However, Zhang Wuji made a decisive move and instantly pointed his Phantom Yin Finger.
More than twenty monks screamed in agony.
One by one, they fell to the ground, drenched in cold sweat.
"I wanted your lives, but these three old monks died here and I still need you to carry them back." I'll cripple your martial arts, and you'll be on your own for the rest of your lives. Hurry up and carry the corpse down the mountain, lest our Wudang Mountain be tainted with bad luck.”
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