While Shen Yuanjing casually drew his sword to repel the attacking enemy, he stared at Ren Woxing and Fang Zheng's fight, thinking about whether to blind one of his eyes or break an arm.

This will allow Ren Woxing to retreat when he is in trouble and give an explanation to Shaolin Temple, so that he will not offend him to death, causing the Demon Sect and even Dongfang Bubai to be angry, and regard the Huashan Sect as the primary revenge.

Ren Woxing also noticed it, and slowly he couldn't come. The old monk Fang Ping, who was standing beside him, looked very anxious and his hands were slower. He could only hear a "ah" scream. A Huashan disciple was beaten to death.

The one who killed him was the extremely burly man just now, and he smashed an iron stick on his head. The disciple of Huashan thought that someone was helping him, so he did not dodge and still stabbed him with a sword. However, the old monk next to him was distracted and his head was smashed to pieces.

Shen Yuanjing looked back and his face turned cold. Monk Fang Ping twitched his eyebrows, knowing that he was inappropriate, so he moved his feet and suddenly rushed out, with a very fast speed.

The burly man was shocked and hurriedly retreated. Fang Ping's legs kept following him tightly, touching him, stretching his right hand out into a claw shape, and grabbed him.

The burly man waved his stick and tried to avoid a move, but he didn't expect Fang Ping to be very good at making a move. He made a move as fast as lightning, and his claws first grabbed his chest.

With a slight "crack", the burly man fell to his knees softly, with blood rushing in his mouth, obviously unable to survive. Fang Ping took a few steps back, returned to the formation, and chanted the Buddha.

Shen Yuanjing's eyes shrank slightly and thought to himself: "This old monk's amazing martial arts skills, Shaolin's dragon claws and hands have been practiced to the point where he is injured but not broken. That body technique may be like a shadow and a leg technique, but it is indeed like a shadow and a shadow. His kung fu is obviously not weaker than Xiang Wentian. He refused to come forward, but asked me to attack Ren Iowa, which is because of his ulterior motives."

The junior brother of Huashan Sect was killed, so he could only worry about it afterwards. At this moment, he couldn't do it, so he simply stopped watching and focused on the place where Ren Woxing and Fang Zheng fought.

Ren Woxing had already noticed something, and thought that he would definitely die by fighting against Shen Yuanjing and Fang Zheng. He was anxious and roared repeatedly. When his subordinates heard his secret code, they worked even harder. For a moment, there were more casualties on both sides.

Another person died on the Huashan Sect. While the old monk Fang Ping wanted to maintain his image as an eminent monk, he refused to kill him. On the other hand, he was often distracted from another battle. He could not see that the sword in the hands of the Western Regions people in front of him was extremely sharp, and the disciples of the Huashan Sect broke four pieces of the sword with the person and the knife.

Shen Yuanjing glanced here, his eyes were cold, and he only swept Fang Ping's heart. He ignored the life and death of the Shaolin disciple next to him, and walked straight towards Ren Me with his sword.

Ren Woxing suddenly felt something was wrong, so he quickly used all his strength and pushed forward with his palms. Just the palm wind had already blown the torches in the hall tilted back.

Master Fang Zheng was still the Thousand-Handed Tathagata palm, and he held it in a force. Ren Woxing felt that although the other party's internal strength was soft, it was extremely thick. His whole body's qi and blood shook, and he quickly flew out of the hall, and then shouted: "Retreat!"

Xiang Wentian reacted first, waved a few whips, and turned around. The short and fat old man and middle-aged woman and other people from the Sun and Moon Cult retreated together like soldiers who received military orders, so that the three factions did not dare to pursue them. Instead, those scattered people walked slowly and left behind a few corpses.

When the invading enemy withdrew from the hall, Fang Ping came to Shen Yuanjing and said, "I overestimated my ability and overestimated my own kung fu. I was so tired that the noble faction lost two people, but it was a sin."

Shen Yuanjing was about to speak with a cold face. Yue Buqun quickly pulled him, and then said, "Master, there is no need to do this. Since we come to rescue, we have ambition to die. Now we are just seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence. Besides, the one who killed the two of them was the thief of the Demon Cult, so what does it have to do with the Master?"

Fang Ping apologized repeatedly, but said, "President Yue is generous and I am very ashamed, but I still have to be shameless and ask you two to help me."

Yue Buqun quickly got up with a serious expression and said, "Master is so serious, please give me instructions!"

Fang Ping glanced at Shen Yuanjing and said, "The enemy has retreated. You must ask the head of the sect to lead the disciples to follow to prevent things from happening again." Yue Buqun nodded in agreement.

He said to Shen Yuanjing again: "Young Master Chen and I will go to the Sutra Pavilion with you to stop the thief from stealing magical powers."

Shen Yuanjing felt that Yue Buqun patted his back, so he had to force himself to say, "But it depends on the master's arrangement!" and then followed.

After a while, the two of them heard shouts in front of them. They hurried over, but saw torches everywhere, and the flames shone brightly outside the hall, and two groups of people were fighting here.

On one side, there were tall, short, fat, thin, men, women, and young, with about a dozen people surrounded by a masked woman in black and backed down. On the other side, twenty or thirty monks fell to the ground with dark green faces on their faces.

An old monk who was still fighting saw Fang Ping and shouted: "Senior Brother, the "Yi Jin Jing" is on that masked woman!"

When Shen Yuanjing saw that the masked woman was generally not tall or short, with a graceful figure and no age, but judging from the exposed eyelashes and bright eyes, she was not too big, and she was carrying a small package behind her back.

Next to it is a Miaojiang woman in her twenties, probably blue phoenix, wearing a blue cloth printed white shirt and pants, an embroidered apron around her chest to knees, with brilliant colors, a pair of gold earrings as big as wine glasses hanging on her ears, and silver ornaments on her head were complex and twirling.

The masked woman was naturally Ren Yingying. When she saw Shen Yuanjing appear, she couldn't help but feel panicked. Fortunately, her face was covered with black cloth and she couldn't tell the flush.

Fang Ping originally planned to have several junior brothers to guard him, and it was rare for the thief to get a hand, but after hearing what the junior brother said, he was shocked and rushed forward. This time he took action without any mercy. The dragon claws and hands were extremely cruel, and he grabbed a man with extremely short and fat, short hands and short legs, and a ball-like figure.

The man only took a few moves with Fang Ping, and his fat arm was hit and five bloody holes appeared.

While rushing over, a Luotuo beggar with browned noodles and rosacea, and a few men with swords and swords all surrounded him.

Fang Ping couldn't get rid of it and hurriedly begged Shen Yuanjing on the side, "Young Master Chen, please take action quickly and capture this thief!"

Shen Yuanjing pulled out his sword as he spoke and attacked Ren Yingying. A thin man with extremely bright eyes emerged from the side. He raised his hand and held it with a pair of copper maces and said, "Sage Gu, go first!"

Ren Yingying quickly retreated, Shen Yuanjing turned his sword and ticked it twice. The man snorted, holding his wrists with both hands, letting his maces fall to the ground, and the clang sounded.

The blue phoenix beside him suddenly made a move, and a ray of light swept towards his waist. He blocked it casually, but saw a scimitar, with blades inside and outside, like a full moon.

Blue Phoenix's martial arts are strange, without any chopping, chopping, like ordinary swordsmanship, only cutting, smearing, cutting, and adding short hook moves, or locking weapons like a ring.

Seeing Lie Xinxiu, Shen Yuanjing was happy and fought with her for more than ten rounds. He knew that if he let him go, the Shaolin monk would see the clues. So when her round sword hooked her waist, the long sword suddenly became heavier and pressed down.

Lan Fenghuang suddenly felt that her hand had sunk and almost couldn't hold on to the weapon. She quickly took a step back and pulled Ren Yingying out.
Chapter completed!