Song Qingshu landed on the ground and rolled away. He felt two long objects sweep past his face. They were less than half a foot away from each other. They were moving at a high speed, but there was no wind at all. Now that he was so powerful, even though it was only a split second, he could still recognize that the two long objects were two black ropes. One reading book ww? w? · 1? k? A reading n? s? h? U reading · c? c?
"Could it be the Vajra Subduing Demon Hoop that beat Zhang Wuji up like a dog at the Lion Slaying Convention?" Just as this thought flashed through Song Qingshu's mind, another black rope was pointed at his chest. The black rope turned into a straight blade, like a spear or a rod, stabbing at him. At the same time, the other two black ropes wrapped around him from behind.
Song Qingshu flipped his left hand and clamped the black rope with two fingers. He chuckled and said, "Let me show you what Kato Taka's Telepathic Finger is like!" Just as he was about to use his strength to break the long rope, he suddenly felt the long rope shake, and a wave of internal energy that could topple the mountains and overturn the seas struck his chest. Song Qingshu's expression couldn't help but change slightly. If this internal energy hit him, even if he had a divine skill to protect his body, his ribs would still be broken, and his internal organs would be damaged.
In this split second, he waved his right hand backward and pushed away the two black ropes that attacked him from behind. His left hand pressed on the black ropes, and his whole body became as light as a swallow. With a swoosh, his body shot up into the sky.
"Huh?" Three low voices came from the darkness. It was unknown whether they were praising the martial arts of the person in front of them or his peerless Lightness Skill. One reading book ww? w? · 1? k? A reading n? s? h? U reading · c? c?
However, the three did not hesitate. Soon, the three black ropes rose up like three black dragons baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, pouncing on him from three different directions. In the dark night, the three long ropes were completely black without any light. When they danced, not a single shadow could be seen.
If it weren't for the fact that Song Qingshu's cultivation had already reached the realm of returning to one's natural state, even in the dark night, as long as there was a trace of light, he would be able to see as clearly as day.
When the black rope was swung, it was silent. Obviously, the user's internal energy was extremely pure and had reached the realm of emptiness and no sharp edges. If an ordinary master was in Song Qingshu's current situation, he would not be able to see where the enemy's weapon was coming from and would not be able to fight back. These three long ropes seemed to be moving slowly but were actually moving rapidly. However, there was not the slightest sound of wind. The three long ropes were like ghosts and demons, indescribably strange.
Song Qingshu's figure was like a banished immortal in midair, unrestrained and unrestrained. Often, with a flick of his fingers and a tap of his toes, he would avoid the opponent's killing move. Zhang SanFeng, who was watching from the side, secretly nodded. The other party had just used a total of three moves and nine styles, and each style had dozens of hidden moves and dozens of killing moves. But the result was that Song Qingshu was able to resolve these three moves and nine styles one by one. Even though each style was extremely dangerous, and even a slight mistake could result in broken bones and death, he still seemed calm and at ease.
If it was any other time, Zhang SanFeng would definitely take a closer look at how Song Qingshu was going to break this Vajra Demon Subduing Ring. But now, the two of them were exploring the Shaolin Temple. If the fight continued for too long and alerted the other monks in the Temple, it would inevitably lead to unexpected twists and turns. One reading book? · 1? · cc
Zhang SanFeng's mind moved, and his entire body took advantage of the center of the three black ropes. He pulled left and right, one coiled and one entangled. Borrowing the strength of the three people, he had already coiled the three black ropes together. This move was precisely the Tai Chi Heart Technique that he created himself. His strength formed a perfect circle, and the inner strength of the three black ropes was immediately pulled and twisted into a ball. Zhang SanFeng rubbed his hands together, and that ball of black ropes suddenly began to spin rapidly.
In the darkness, three exclamations suddenly sounded, and soon, three figures flew out from the nearby pine trees in a sorry state.
Fortunately, Zhang SanFeng was merciful, and did not use too much strength. Thus, the three people were able to hastily exchange positions with each other. With a hurried shake of their hands, the three entangled ropes finally separated.
Zhang SanFeng did not stop them. Instead, his eyes revealed a look of approval. The cultivation of these three old monks was indeed much higher than those of the Xuan generation. They were able to stabilize their footing so quickly and not panic.
Only then did the two of them clearly see the appearance of the three monks. The monk in the northeast corner had a pitch-black complexion, like raw iron. The monk in the northwest corner had a withered yellow complexion, like a dead tree. The monk in the south, however, had a deathly pale complexion. The three monks' cheeks were all sunken, and they were so thin that they did not have any muscles. The yellow-faced monk glanced at them, and the five eyes of the three old monks were like torches, sparkling with vigor.
Zhang SanFeng secretly nodded. These should be the three Shaolin tribulations, tribulations, and tribulations.
As the two of them were sizing up the three monks, the three monks were also sizing up the two of them. Just now, Song Qingshu had been able to move freely and easily within the Vajra Subduing Evil Ring. In the lives of the three monks, other than the leader of the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Wuji, they had never encountered such a powerful opponent. Just as they were overwhelmed with shock, they did not expect that the old Taoist beside him would be even more unfathomable. As soon as he made his move, the three of them became unsteady. They could only exchange positions with each other, and with great difficulty, they were able to dispel the strange strength that was transmitted from the black ropes.
"Who are the two of you, and why have you intruded into the Shaolin Forbidden Area in the middle of the night?" Tribulations was the first to speak. His voice was imbued with his internal energy, booming loudly. Presumably, he was informing the other monks in the temple.
Actually, if it were not for the fact that the martial arts of the two people in front of him were too shocking, why would Tribulations need to call for help? During the Lion Slaying Assembly, all the heroes of the world had gathered at Shaolin Temple. The three of them did not need a single soldier from the abbot's side. Relying solely on the black ropes in their hands, they had repelled wave after wave of martial arts masters with ulterior motives. They had forcibly protected Xie Xun's safety. But now that they had only exchanged a few moves with the two people in front of them, the three monks' hearts were as clear as snow. Even if there was only one person in front of them, the three of them would not necessarily be their opponent, much less two of them.
Song Qingshu took this opportunity to come to Zhang SanFeng's side and said in a low voice, "Great Master, if we wait for Xuan Ci and the others to rush over, it will inevitably be difficult for Shaolin Temple and Wu Dang's face to look good. Great Master, it will also be inconvenient for you to make a move. I think it would be better for us to take advantage of this time to first investigate the Sutra Depository and see if we can find out the whereabouts of my father and the others. Then, when Xuan Ci and the others rush over, we will float far away and not come face to face with them. In this way, Shaolin Temple and Wu Dang's reputation can be preserved."
Zhang SanFeng nodded his head. He knew that what Song Qingshu said made sense. Shaolin Temple's attitude was strange. This Sutra Depository had to be investigated. But after all, the Sutra Depository was Shaolin Temple's forbidden area. The two of them would inevitably be in the wrong if they were to force their way in. The only thing they could do was to fight and leave as soon as possible.
The two of them looked at each other and saw through each other's thoughts. Very quickly, their figures flashed and they pounced towards the three monks.
"How dare you!" Seeing the two of them pouncing towards them, how could the three monks not know what they were thinking? They couldn't help but be startled and angered. However, the three of them had been meditating for more than thirty years. Their greatest skill was to use the 'telepathic connection'. When one of them thought about it, the other two would immediately understand it. The combined power of the three of them was far greater than the combined power of three ordinary masters. Therefore, even though they were startled, they didn't panic. Three black ropes suddenly shot out and formed a circle that was like an iron wall, trapping the two of them in the middle. As long as they could delay for a little while and wait for Abbot Xuan Ci and the other masters of the temple to rush over, then everything would naturally be fine.
"You deal with Du Nan. Leave the other two to me." Zhang SanFeng quickly began to assign the tasks of the two monks.
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