Feng Beilin opened a bloody road, swaggered to the front of the temple, raised his neck and screamed, staring at Lv Wan'er with big eyes like a lion, "Smelly girl, please come down and kill Lao Tzu, old blood, I am here today. Just for revenge!"
The people in front of the hall had already been waiting for a long time. Hearing what he said, it seemed that they were not aimed at the martial arts masses of the Central Plains. I thought that today the sun came out from the west, this "blood demon" did not know why. It suddenly came loose.
Lu Wan'er frowned and said, "I still want to find someone to avenge you. Why do you find someone to avenge you in this life?"
Feng Beilin frowned and said, "What revenge does your little girl have to avenge? The old blood first helped you avenge, and then killed you."
Lu Wan'er said: "My own hatred will be avenged by myself, it's none of your business!"
Feng Beilin said, "Then you come down, the old blood wants revenge!"
Lu Wan'er smiled in her heart and thought: "How can you talk like this? No matter how good the enemy is in this world, he won't obediently crane his neck and let you slaughter him." At the moment she only said, "I won't come down!"
Feng Beilin said: "Old blood always goes straight in his work, never scribbles. I'll ask you, did your mother kill you yourself?"
Hearing this, everyone in the temple was inexplicable, and most of them thought in their hearts: "This little girl has nowhere to find revenge, so she spread this resentment in her heart on the Central Plains Wulin, but it turned out that it was a thief who called to catch the thief and wanted to take the opportunity to make trouble. Its purpose She also came to die for the Qidan Tartar, let's lie to her!"
Everyone thought like this in their hearts, but heard a slight weeping sound from the top of the hall, and then heard Lu Wan'er whispered: "My mother... My mother was killed by me, so what do you do?"
Feng Beilin said: "Good girl, speaking and doing things, you really have the demeanor of old blood, dare to behave! Good, good, come down, let's fight a good fight, and in the end, whether I kill you or I kill You, we all have no shame. Come down!"
Lu Wan'er said: "My mother's death is none of your business. What revenge do you want to avenge?"
Feng Beilin looked sad and said, "Xiaoqian is the love of my life. Every hair on her body is related to me. Although you are her daughter, you have to take revenge on me!"
Suddenly hearing these words, apart from Ruchen, the members of the martial arts group were even more curious: "It turns out that Master Kong's nickname is Xiaoqian, and she still has such a relationship with this old monster Huang Mao!"
It’s not surprising that everyone has the suspicion that the bull’s head is wrong with the horse’s mouth. No one can imagine that Lu Wan'er had two mothers. .
Lu Wan'er said with tears: "I am her daughter. You killed me. She knows that she will hate you to death."
Feng Beilin said, "She remembers her hatred, and I avenge my revenge. The more she hates me, the more I love her!" Before the words came to an end, her feet stretched out, rising into the air, and her palms swayed. , Ice-blade-like knives flew out suddenly, breaking the wind towards Lu Wan'er.
Lu Wan'er swung Ling to fend off the densely coming ice knives and drove away quickly.
Although she had the real power of the Youqing Demon Ji penetrating her body, and now she had reached a state of superb martial arts, but she was inferior and shallow, and she was also a girl, so she could not see Feng Beilin's face like a lion. Seeing the other party rushing fiercely, with extremely overbearing moves in his hands, he panicked a long time ago. Moreover, Feng Beilin has a deep affection for Youqing Demon Ji's family, and his other mother-in-law has not yet reported a big vengeance, so there is no mood to entangle him.
She floated and retreated. Seeing the cliffs behind the main hall and the end of the road, she immediately flew onto the cliff, stretched her foot among the rocks, turned around, and flew to the top of the other halls in the courtyard.
In front of the main hall, many Shaolin disciples are busy collecting corpses for those who have died. Although the leisure people know that the catastrophe is not far from their heads, they will be at ease if they are afraid of death. Shaolin Temple is about to turn into a hell on earth, and he is still sharpening his head and digging into it. Except for the two stars of Shouxi, everyone in front of the palace is thinking: "Death is dead ears. This national integrity must not be lost in any way!"
Therefore, everyone in their leisure time is looking forward to their deaths. Before they die, they should also see how the battle between Feng and Lu two demons ends
I saw the two flying back and forth between the buildings on the courtyard.
He heard Feng Beilin chasing and cursing loudly: "Thief girl, run away, she's better than your mother... Hey, if your mother hadn't done so lightly, I couldn't chase her, so I would have caught her long ago. Go back and become the old lady of the blood...Well, you girl, don't run away, don't kill you today, how can I be worthy of your mother!"
Lu Wan'er thought while running away: "The old monster is in a difficult life, and if he continues like this, he will inevitably fall into his hands, and fight him to the death. You may not lose!"
Thinking about this, she just flew to a hall more than a hundred feet away from the front of the Daxiong Hall. Just stepping on the eaves with her right foot, she turned over with an oblique body, and several color practice chicks flew out through the air in her left hand, and flew back in the air. Feng Beilin is here.
Feng Beilin stepped in the wind, he was bold and bold, but he did not pay attention to the opponent's Cailian. He still leaned forward and gathered his head and feet. His palms sent out, and the true energy was transformed. The ice skates were shining with a light blue halo, scoffed, scoffed, and shot forward.
Lu Wan'er saw countless ice skates flying quickly and incomparably, she was a little flustered at the moment, but thought: "Youqing Demon Ji's martial arts mother was so powerful in her life, that day between the cliffs, Xiao Ying could not beat her. I appeared to be burdened. My mother's lifelong skill, why be afraid of him!"
With her mind turning, she still followed the imperial sword moves in the Nine Swords of Heaven and Man, with her left arm rushing out of her internal force, Cailian immediately opened up into a number of colorful dragons, which quickly revolved in the air. Gen Gen Cai practice continues to rotate, and to the naked eye, it looks as straight as a giant colored ball umbrella, with a fast speed and powerful internal force attached to it. Feng Beilin's ice skates rushed forward, and it melted with each other, impenetrable.
The two of them were in the air, unable to last long, and gradually fell into the courtyard, still fighting fiercely.
Before the Great Hall of Great Heroes, everyone gathered their eyes and saw that the ice skates that Feng Beilin had transformed into his palms were no longer so dense. And the spinning speed of the Cailian in Lu Wan'er's hand is no longer as fast as before. The giant umbrella of colored balls slowly turns into ribbons. As soon as the ice skates fly out of Feng Beilin's palm, the ribbons will wind up and twist up. Invisible.
Such a struggle, the people in front of the hall had never seen it before, and it was an eye-opener. From a distance, it seemed that Feng and Lu were not competing for force, but were performing juggling. Feng Beilin threw the blue-printed ice jade tray over, and Lu Wan'er immediately placed it on the tip of Cailian. It was so dazzling as if it were embellished into large flowers.
After fighting for a while, Lu Wan'er kept her left hand, her right arm suddenly lengthened, and a colorful sword struck Feng Beilin's chest and abdomen, like a large sword with a length of several feet.
Feng Beilin withdrew both palms, leaped in the air, avoiding the tip of the sword, with one foot on the sword leaf, and immediately swept forward with his palms.
Lu Wan'er led and hit the opponent's back with his left hand, and withdrew his "sword" back to defense with his right hand.
Seeing that he couldn't get close to the opponent, Feng Beilin was training a little with his toes. He took advantage of the momentum to avoid the color training above.
Lu Wan'er hurriedly stepped away and was about to leap away, and suddenly heard a loud roar of "Aw...", she shook her head scalp numb, her whole body trembled, her consciousness suddenly became a little trance, she completely forgot the embarrassment of her head.
This huge roar was exactly a lion roar when Feng Beilin couldn't attack for a long time.
Lu Wan'er was not pregnant with martial arts. After all, she was a girl physically and mentally. She was most afraid of the liger in her life, but she suddenly heard the roar of the lion, and her whole body was soft and weak, and she was immediately at a loss.
At this critical moment, everyone outside the temple couldn't bear the death of Lu Wan'er, a beautiful girl, under the palm of Feng Beilin's palm, and the voice of "Ahhhhhhh" came out at the same time.
However, in this situation, the whip was too long to say nothing, and it was by the side, who could block Feng Beilin's thunderous palm.
"Puff puff..."
The two darts were reflected in the early morning sun, glowing with silver light, and flew in from outside the courtyard like a gust of wind.
Feng Beilin could get his hands at sight. At first sight, he saw a hidden weapon forcing his wrists. If he hadn't removed his palms, his wrists would have been penetrated. Immediately he retracted his arms and rushed forward. On the ground.
When the people in front of the hall saw him falling in front of him, the figure like a yellow-haired mad lion was very scary.
At this moment, I only heard Ruchen's voice and said with surprise: "Ying'er, is that you?"
When the darts were shot into the hospital, everyone in front of the hall had the same expectations as dust. At this critical moment, the one who rescued Lu Wan'er with the darts must be Xiao Ying.
When I heard the cry of dust, everyone only thought Xiao Ying was here at this moment. The sad cloud in his chest, like the red sun, immediately relaxed and disappeared, and only thought in his heart: "If Xiao Ying sits in Shaolin Temple, the sky will not fall. Come down, the ground can't lean over."
But when she heard Ruchen mutter to herself, "Ying'er... how can he come..."
Everyone turned their heads to look at Ruchen, and saw that her face was gray and frowning, and they were all unsure in their hearts.
At this moment, I only heard the wind rushing, and a figure on the top of the courtyard flew into the hospital like a gust of wind. Everyone's faces were facing the rising sun, and their eyes were blurred. The only person who came was Xiao Ying, and everyone cheered and shouted. Come forward with his name.
Unexpectedly, the visitor had a saber hanging on his waist, a blue brocade shirt, and a starry eyebrow. He was a crowned young man, but not Xiao Ying.
Everyone sighed.
The young man fell to the ground beside Feng Beilin with a leisurely manner. He turned his eyes to Ruchen and blurted out: "In your heart, in this world, only Xiao Ying will save people?"
Ruchen knows that young people are unkind, but all the previous things were due to the emotional bondage between him and Xiao Ying and Lu Wan'er. Now that Xiao Ying is dead, she still counts on him to rein in the precipice, change her mind, and say, "Yan'er, it's you."