The drum sounds like thunder, which makes people feel restless and qi boil. If you are not a person with deep internal strength, you will definitely lose control of internal strength and suffer internal injuries in the drum sound.

Feeling the abnormality in his body, Huang Yaoshi said, "Don't bother, let's come together!"

After the words came, Huang Yaoshi raised his hand and wiped the scabbard.

"Swoosh!"

The scabbard was inserted into the wall like a sharp arrow, and the man had already held the sword, as if he had merged into one, and flew to stab the other person in Kuzhen.

Looking at this scene, Wang Zhenting shook his head.

He knew what Huang Yaoshi meant was nothing more than not wanting to get him into this grudge and to have a grudge against Shaolin, a great destiny.

Since this is the case, Wang Zhenting did not disappoint the other party's kindness, so he stood there and quietly watched the one-on-two competition. If anything happened, it would not be too late for him to take action.

Kuye, Kuzhen, is definitely one of the best players in Shaolin Temple. As for the modest words of Shaolin Abbot, just listen to them.

"Dong, dun!"

Although the drum sound is invisible and intangible, it is like hitting the heart, as if it can explode, bringing great pressure to people. Under this terrifying pressure, Huang Yaoshi also has to compete with another master of swordsmanship, and the difficulty has increased several times.

The sword of Luoying was in Huang Yaoshi's hands. The sword flowers were dotted like fallen flowers. Although they were as beautiful as picturesque, they also had murderous intentions. A few tricks were passed, and the clever moves hidden in the virtual world put the bitter truth at a disadvantage.

Suddenly, the drum sound changed, and the drum sound like thunder actually brought a hint of femininity, like a tarsal worm, and penetrated into my mind.

Huang Yaoshi frowned and looked at the huge bronze bell hanging in the yard, not far from the drum platform. He forced Ku Zhen to open with a sword. The middle finger of his right hand bent and pressed under his thumb. A silver steel ball as big as a peanut was buckled under his thumb.

With a flash of his finger, the steel ball containing internal force flew out with a scream and hit the bronze bell.

"when!"

It was like a monk pushing the bell hammer and knocking the bronze bell hard.

Suddenly, the bell containing Huang Yaoshi's internal strength disrupted the drum sound of Kuye, making him pause slightly, and the internal force running inside his body was also paused slightly, almost making him lose his energy.

A hint of horror flashed in Kuye's eyes, and he took a light breath, suppressing the somewhat chaotic internal force in his body, and the drum sounded again.

"snort!"

He snorted coldly, looking at Ku Zhen rushing towards him, Luo Ying's magic sword was used again, but this time when his anger grew higher in his heart, the sword technique also brought obvious murderous aura.

The sword light was dotted, and the hidden eyes were also disturbing people's hearts. The reality and reality were changing, which made Ku Zhen feel very troubled. The sharp sword energy that appeared in the sword light made him even more frightened.

I felt a little bit in my heart, and Ku Zhen ignored the reality of the sword move, and the sword aura was full of scattered and domineering aura, covering Huang Yaoshi.

He had the idea of ​​exchanging injuries for injuries.

A hint of praise flashed in Huang Yaoshi's eyes. When the sword power changed, all the virtual moves turned into real moves.

For a moment, swords and swords intersected, and the sound of gold and iron intersecting sounded, and the sword energy and sword light flew around them differently with the swords of the two, shattering everything around them.

What's even more amazing is that in this fierce battle, Huang Yaoshi still had the energy and spare energy to bounce steel balls containing strong internal strength towards the bronze bell in the distance, fighting against the bell of the bitter leaves.

Suddenly, Huang Yaoshi's fingers flashed, and the bronze bell rang three times, and the roaring bell spread throughout Shaoshi Mountain.

"Dang, dang, dang!"

The invisible power of sound waves completely suppressed the drum sound.

"puff!"

The internal force ran around uncontrollably, and the bitter leaves squirted out a mouthful of blood, and their face turned pale.

At the same time, Huang Yaoshi cut off several ruthless sword techniques, and also shattered Ku Zhen's hand holding the knife, causing blood to spread, and half of his body would lose consciousness.

Logically speaking, these two people were still seriously injured and were already considered defeated.

But even defeating one against two is so miserable, it is a great shame to myself and Shaolin.

Suddenly, the two of them were in a state of shame and anger, and they attacked Huang Yaoshi again like crazy.

"Ha!" With a chuckle, Wang Zhenting shook his head.

Huang Yaoshi's eyes increased sharply, his body movements unfolded, and he floated backwards. After avoiding the Kuzhen sword, his body hovered up and landed behind the bronze bell.

"ha!"

With an angry shout, Huang Yaoshi hit the bronze bell with all his strength.

"when!"

A huge bell rang, and the bronze bell with cracked palm prints flew towards Kuzhen like a wall.

At the same time, Kuye, who had already suffered internal injuries, shouted even more, vomited blood and fell from the drum platform.

Ku Zhen on the other side was carried by the flying copper bell, constantly retreating, and blood was sprayed on the copper bell like she didn't have any money.

If this continues, it is inevitable that the internal organs will be shaken into pieces.

Wang Zhenting's expression moved. Just when he wanted to save Ku Zhen, Huang Yaoshi flashed and landed on the bronze bell, shouted lightly, and stepped on his feet.

"boom!"

The copper bell more than one person tall fell on the ground and was deeply embedded in the ground. In the impact wave, Ku Zhen was overturned and his hands were trembling.

not good!

Looking at Huang Yaoshi with a calm expression, Wang Zhenting cried in his heart.

Wang Zhenting took a step and stood beside the clock. When Huang Yaoshi fell from the clock, he winked at him.

Huang Yaoshi shook his head slightly, looked at the Shaolin Temple coldly, turned around and said, "Zhenting, let's go!"

Wang Zhenting squeezed the Qingming Sword hard, and the sword body trembled slightly, making a crisp sword sound.

At this moment, the Shaolin abbot sighed and walked over, and after rising the bitter truth, he said, "We Shaolin Temple has done our best to the Zhao Bufan incident. Maybe this is God's will..."

"Your master has already gone to the Iron Palm Gang. Shangguan Jiannan, the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, has a strong palm power and can be called the No. 1 in Jiangnan. Donor Huang is careful when he goes."

After the words came, Wang Zhenting's palm relaxed slightly, and the sound of the sword disappeared.

Just as the two turned and left, it started to snow in the gloomy sky again.

It was very snowing. When the two left Shaolin Temple and walked to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, the snow had already spread a thin layer on the ground.

Suddenly, Huang Yaoshi groaned and a mouthful of blood spurted out of Huang Yaoshi's mouth, leaving red plums on the snow.

"Senior Brother Yao." Wang Zhenting raised his hand to hold Huang Yaoshi and said, "Let's find a place to heal the wound first."

After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Huang Yaoshi shook his body twice and said, "Ha, it's not a problem."

If he hadn't forced the bronze bell to stop, he wouldn't have been injured. However, if he hadn't stopped the bronze bell, it would be unknown whether he could finally find out Zhao Bufan's whereabouts.

Wang Zhenting's eyes changed slightly and he said, "If you don't dislike it..."

"That's trouble."
Chapter completed!