Xuan Ci indifferently replied, "Whatever the Prince of Qi says, compared to preventing the Khitans from tormenting our Han people and giving justice to our fellow Wulin practitioners who have previously been harmed, what does a little criticism of our temple count for?"
"The Khitans can't even protect themselves now, how can they still have the ability to torment our Han people?" Song Qingshu rolled his eyes. He couldn't help but admire the ability of these monks to talk. No matter what they did, they would always be able to stand on the moral high ground. In this aspect, he was far from being able to do so. He had to learn more from them.
"Shut up, are you going to move aside or not?" Xuan Cheng impatiently stepped forward.
Song Qingshu's smile gradually disappeared and his voice became somewhat cold, "What if I don't move aside?"
"Hmph!" Xuan Cheng heavily struck his staff on the ground. The other monks in the temple all took two steps forward, vaguely surrounding Song Qingshu.
Seeing that a battle was about to break out, Xiao Feng couldn't help but step forward and say, "Brother Song, I appreciate your good intentions, but there is no need for you to risk your life for me. I am already extremely grateful that you rescued Azhu and Zi from this place." He had seen Song QingShu fight before, so he knew that even if Song QingShu's martial arts were higher than his, there was still a limit. Now, there were so many martial arts masters present, and they were obviously going to attack him together. No matter how high a person's martial arts was, how could he deal with so many people?
Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh, "Brother Xiao is indeed an indomitable hero. If it was someone else, they would be afraid that I would leave them, but Brother Xiao is still thinking for me. Just based on this friendship, Song Mou definitely won't leave you behind today."
"Good!" Xiao Yuanshan laughed, "Feng 'er, you have made a good friend. Although there are many friends in this world, there are very few that can be considered as life and death friends. Even if I die today, I will die without regrets."
"Greetings, Senior Xiao." Even though Song Qingshu cursed Xiao Yuanshan's mental state, he was still Xiao Feng's father and he was of the same generation as Xiao Feng, so it was only right for him to address him respectfully.
Xiao Yuanshan suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Little brother, in a moment, I will do my best to stop these bald donkeys. At that time, you can take Feng 'er and leave."
"Father!" Xiao Feng panicked.
Xiao Yuanshan interrupted him: "Feng 'er, I have lived for so many years, I have already lived enough. You are still young, your future is brighter than mine, live well from now on."
Xiao Feng still wanted to say something, but Xiao Yuanshan glared at him fiercely: "Don't tell me you want us to stay here and die together? It's fine if it's you and I, but Little Brother Song is so loyal. How can we let him fall into danger? Besides, you still have to stay alive so that old dog Murong can avenge your mother. How can you die? "
"Yes!" Xiao Feng couldn't help but tear up.
Song Qingshu could not help but cough when he saw how the father and son looked like they were going to die. "That … actually, none of you need to die."
"Ah?" Xiao Feng and his son looked at him with puzzled expressions. After all, the two of them were top-notch experts. They were very clear about the difference in strength between the two sides. They had no chance against so many monks of the Shaolin Sect.
Song Qingshu did not explain much and directly took a step forward. Although he was only one person, it was like a magnificent army blocking in front of the Shaolin Sect monks.
Xuan Cheng's expression changed slightly, but he quickly snorted: "Surnamed Song, you don't need to bluff. Compared to the Golden Snake Meeting, there are so many Jianghu people who can provide their hands with sharp swords. None of us here use swords. Let's see how you can use the Ten Thousand Returning Swords." When they witnessed the battle between him and Ah Qing during the Golden Snake Meeting, the scene of sword qi that covered the sky had left an indelible impression on everyone present, and even with Xuan Cheng's conceit, he couldn't help but feel fearful.
Song Qingshu smiled faintly: "Who said that the Ten Thousand Returning Swords must need a sword?"
As soon as these words came out, the Shaolin Sect monks were startled, their hearts filled with fear. At this moment, Song QingShu moved. His figure flashed and appeared in front of Kong Wen. Among the monks present, Xuan Cheng, Fang Zheng, Xu Zhu, Xuan Ci, as well as Kong Wen and Kong Zhi had the highest level of martial arts. Kong Zhi had just been injured by Xiao Yuanshan's Formless Finger of Tribulation, and now he no longer had the strength to fight.
Among the others, Xuan Cheng, Fang Zheng, Xu Zhu, and Xuan Ci were all super-class masters in Jianghu. Song Qingshu was not sure that he could kill them instantly. Although Kong Wen was ranked second among the Four Great Divine Monks of Shaolin, among the Four Great Divine Monks, except for Kong Jian, who was unfathomable, the other three were weaker, so Song Qingshu made them his first targets.
Kong Wen's vision blurred, and he found that Song Qingshu had already attacked with his palm. Instead of being surprised, he was happy. It should be known that among the Four Great Divine Monks, Kong Jian's Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill ranked first, Kong Xing's Vajra Force ranked first, Kong Zhi's Vajra Force ranked first, and Kong Wen's Inner Force ranked first!
He had heard that Song Qingshu's movements were treacherous and his swordsmanship was divine. He was worried that he would suffer a loss in terms of moves. Now that he had given up on fancy skills and wanted to fight with palm strength, which happened to be his strong point, how could he not be happy?
Kong Wen thought that even if his Inner Force could not beat him, he could at least hold him for a moment. As long as he held him for a moment, his companions would immediately arrive. In the face of all kinds of attacks, no matter how high Song Qingshu's Kung Fu was, he could only die on the spot.
These thoughts flashed through his mind in a flash. He had already instinctively raised his hand and used all the Inner Force in his body to meet the attack. When the two palms met, he felt as if he had hit nothing but air. He could not feel the opponent's Inner Force at all.
"Not good!" Kong Wen was, after all, a famous expert in Jianghu. He instantly realized that he had fallen into a trap. Unfortunately, it was too late. Just when he had used up all his strength and had yet to generate a new one, the opponent's Palm Force had already surged toward him like an avalanche.
In just a moment, Kong Wen spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated.
Song Qingshu did not follow up with another attack. Instead, he instantly disappeared from his original spot. As soon as his figure disappeared, a turbulent and vigorous Palm Force bombarded him, creating a large pit in the place where he had been standing. It turned out that when Xuan Cheng saw Song Qingshu attack Kong Wen, he immediately used the Prajna Palm to save him. Unfortunately, he was still a step too late.
After avoiding Xuan Cheng's attack, Song Qingshu did not look relaxed at all. He felt a sharp Saber Qi appear beside him. The timing and angle of this Saber Qi were perfect, blocking all his escape routes.
It seemed easy to seriously injure Kong Wen with one move, but after all, Kong Wen's Inner Force could compete for the top three in Shaolin Temple. Song Qingshu had only used the characteristics of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms to seriously injure Kong Wen with one move. However, he had changed his Inner Force in a flash. Even with his cultivation, his Qi and blood were a little turbulent. Therefore, he did not dare to take the enemy's attack head-on.
Seeing that he could not avoid it, Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and used the "So Close, Yet Worlds Apart" kung fu. In an instant, he appeared ten feet away. A nearby tree was cut in half by the sharp Saber Qi. The cut was extremely black, and the air was filled with a burning smell.
"The Wood Burning Saber Technique. It turns out to be Xuzhu!" Song Qingshu snorted secretly. Just as he was about to counterattack, the sky full of palm shadows blocked his way forward.
It turned out to be Master Fangzheng's Thousand Hands Buddha Palm. One must know that his Thousand Hands Buddha Palm was an existence that could suppress Ren Woxing. Song Qingshu did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly focused his mind to deal with it.
In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged several moves. The sky full of palm shadows dazzled his eyes. Song Qingshu could not help but admire Zhang SanFeng. Previously, when facing Master Fangzheng's Thousand Hands Buddha Palm, he even waited for it to be used to the extreme before attacking. However, as soon as he attacked, he locked the opponent's palms and turned the sky full of palm shadows into nothingness.
Song Qingshu knew that he could not do it. Although his cultivation was high, he could not compare to Zhang SanFeng's hundred years of experience. However, he also had his own way. He used the advantage of his Lightness Skill to instantly avoid the Thousand Hands Buddha Palm's frontal attack, and circled around to attack his opponent's back. He respected Master Fangzheng's character, so he did not use too much force and only planned to seal his opponent's acupoints.
The Solitary Yang Finger's acupoint sealing technique was unparalleled in the world. Unless it was an expert from the Duan family, it would be difficult to unseal it in a short period of time.
However, Fangzheng was obviously on guard against his Lightness Skill. When he felt a strong wind coming from his back, his whole body flipped forward. It was unknown what kind of Shaolin Lightness Skill he used, but he instantly turned around.
Song Qingshu was secretly shocked. But thinking that if he suddenly turned around, it would be too late for him to use the Thousand Hands Buddha Palm. Just as he was about to point his finger at Fangzheng, he suddenly felt alarmed and hurriedly withdrew his strength to defend himself.
"Roar!"
A roar that sounded like a great bell rang out. Waves of sound waves that were visible to the naked eye hit Song Qingshu's body, causing the blood in Song Qingshu's heart to churn.
"Vajra Zen Lion's Roar!" Song Qingshu recalled that in the original work, Master Fangzheng roared at the Six Immortals of the Peach Valley and stunned all six of them at the same time. Even Taoist Chong Xu felt dizzy and almost fell down, which showed how powerful it was!
In that split second, Xuan Ci had already struck out with a Vajra Palm from afar. Song QingShu knew how powerful the Vajra Palm was. Back then, Zhao Min had been struck by the aftershock of this palm and had almost died.
He suppressed the annoyance in his heart after being hit by the Lion's Roar of the Vajra Dhyana and moved away by one foot. At this time, both Xuan Cheng and Xuzhu had arrived, and Fangzheng had also recovered and joined the battle.
Being besieged by four masters, Song Qingshu suddenly felt the pressure doubled. He could not help but feel a little regretful. Just now, he had been too soft-hearted and hesitated to attack Master Fangzheng. He had forgotten that Master Fangzheng was also a top master. Even if he attacked with all his strength, Master Fangzheng must have a way to protect himself.
If he had subdued Fangzheng just now, the current situation would be many times better!
However, it was useless to regret at this time. He hurriedly braced himself to deal with everyone's joint attack.
The wind of palms swept across the field and yellow sand filled the sky. Those with lower martial arts could not see the situation clearly at all. They could only faintly hear the sounds of fists and palms colliding, as well as shouts from time to time.
This battle was different from Zhang Sanfeng's one against three in the woods. At that time, it was nominally Zhang Sanfeng against Xuan Cheng, Xuzhu, and Fangzheng. However, the three of them wanted to save face, so they only took turns to fight. They did not have the nerve to attack all at once. Moreover, the two sides only exchanged superficial moves. After each move, they would not attack again, and then let their companions attack.
At that time, neither Zhang Sanfeng nor the three Shaolin monks had used their full strength. Now, the monks of the Shaolin Temple were afraid of Song Qingshu's reputation, so they had used their full strength from the start. In addition, they were besieged by four top masters at the same time. This caused Song Qingshu to be able to attack someone's weakness and seriously injure his opponent. However, he was forced to defend himself by the attacks of the others. Moreover, they were all from the same Shaolin Temple, so they knew each other's martial arts very well. They could completely attack without restraint, and the flaws in their bodies could be made up for by their companions at any time.
Now, the pressure that Song Qingshu was facing was many times greater than what Zhang Sanfeng had faced in the past. Naturally, he could not resolve the crisis with ease like Zhang Sanfeng.
The other senior monks of the Xuan generation and Kong generation of the Shaolin Temple looked at each other. Several of them could not help but try to help Song Qingshu, taking advantage of the situation to completely subdue him. Who would have thought that as soon as they approached, they would scream and vomit blood. It turned out that the area around the battle formed by the five people in the field was filled with fierce Sword Qi, Blade Intent, Palm Wind, and Fist Aura. The people outside were not strong enough, so the moment they touched it, they would suffer a backlash.
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