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The Scarface Taoist is one of the oldest elders in Wudang, Feng Daode!

He turned his head in surprise and couldn't help but take a step back, because there was an extra person beside him at some point, but he didn't realize it.

The man was wearing a Taoist robe, standing with his hands behind his back, his long hair was casually dispersed on his shoulders, and his hair was whispered in the wind.

Although he looks quite young, his demeanor is free and easy, and his spirit is so lively that people can compare with each other.

Feng Daode was stunned and shouted: "Who are you? How did you come from?"

As he shouted, Feng Daode looked around.

In addition to the monks who were arrested, there were as many as a hundred Wudang disciples and soldiers, and hundreds of eyes were staring at him. However, this person could come to him silently, which really made him feel a little upset.

Feng Daode is not a fool in the countryside, so he naturally will not regard the other party as a first-class ghost, but human words are even more terrifying.

Song Mingjing didn't even look at Feng Daode, and his eyes stared at the Nan Shaolin Zen Temple that collapsed into ruins for a moment. The magnificent and majestic past turned into empty space in a blink of an eye, which always makes people sigh.

He sighed softly: "Has Zen Master Zhishan passed away?"

"Well? Are you here to find the old bald donkey in Zhishan?"

Feng Daode frowned, sneered on his face, and hummed: "Although Zhishan escaped, he was given a palm by Senior Brother Baimei. The immortal could not save him even if he came down to earth, but he would have been breathing for a little longer!"

Although he was a little worried about Song Mingjing who suddenly appeared, he thought that there were hundreds of helpers on the scene and the support of Bai Mei, an invincible master in the world, was not afraid at all.

In Feng Daode's eyes, it is no exaggeration to say that Bai Mei is invincible in the world now.

He saw Bai Mei with one person's strength to fight against Wumei, Zhishan and many Southern Shaolin masters, and let the opponent punch and kick without any defense. He still had dozens of hands in his body, but he was still full of energy and unscathed.

However, the monk in the South Shaolin City was beaten to pieces by Bai Mei’s every move, with heavy casualties and fled in a panic.

If such earth-shaking martial arts cannot be called invincible, then who in the world dares to compete for the first place?

In Feng Daode's opinion, even if Bai Mei came alone, he would probably defeat hundreds of monks in the South Shaolin with his own strength. Even if it didn't work once, two or three more times would be almost the same.

The reason why all the Wudang elites were sent out was to send two thousand officers and soldiers to block Jiulian Mountain was not because of weak support, but just to kill them all, and not let go of any small fish and shrimp in Nan Shaolin.

Song Mingjing asked again: "Where is Bai Mei now?"

Feng Daode sneered, his eyes flashed with a cunning look, and he said, "Senior Brother Baimei is of course guarding the foot of the mountain, waiting for the bald donkeys to fall into the trap, hehe! You are sneaky and care about those bald donkeys so much. You can see that there is something wrong. Why don't you surrender and wait for the end of your life!"

He shouted loudly, but his body slid back like a loach. He turned around and went behind the Wudang disciples and the Qing soldiers. He pushed them with his palms and pushed them into the battlefield.

"I'll get a lot of rewards when I catch this kid."

Song Mingjing finally withdrew his gaze from the broken walls and turned to the crowd behind him. He looked at the Wudang disciples and Qing soldiers who were raising their swords and shaking their heads gently.

The next moment.

He stomped his feet heavily, and a dull "bang" sound. This stomp did not shatter the stone slabs on the ground, but instead directly shook a stone slab.

Song Mingjing took a slab and flew to the opposite side. When he arrived in front of Wudang disciples and soldiers, there was a sudden sound and shattered in the air.

In an instant, the scattered stones splashed out like sharp arrows, as if they were raining stones. They were swollen and painful when they hit their bodies. When they fell on their faces, they were directly punched into a hole on their heads, and blood was splashed out.

What was particularly unlucky was that several people were shot in the eyes by stones, and their eyes immediately exploded, which was extremely miserable.

A scream suddenly broke out, and Song Mingjing took a step forward, and his body crashed into it like a road rolling machine. The sound of muscles and bones breaking sounded one after another.

Anyone who touched his body slightly would suddenly fly out as if he was hit hard by a thousand pounds.

Feng Daode looked surprised and felt a flash in front of him, and a figure had approached.

Dingdeng!

He fell three steps back, and after two palms, he used Taiyi Mian Palm, and the strength and energy were differentiated and hard and soft, and he was printed out.

Swish!

One palm was as fast as the wind, and suddenly it penetrated into the gap of his palms, as if a poisonous snake had come out of the hole, and there was a sound between his fingers, as if he was swallowing and exhaling energy.

In a flash, the palm reached Feng Daode's eyebrows.

The strong wind shrouded down, and Feng Daode only felt that his whole face seemed to be stiff and he lost the ability to express emotions. His palm suddenly paused and his fingers bounced.

Dong!

It seemed as if Hong Zhongdalu had echoed in his mind. When Feng Dade's eyebrows hit, he suddenly lost all the ability to think again. He only felt a chill on the back of his head, as if his brain was popped out by this finger and splashed out from the back of his head.

When Feng Daode fell straight and died, Song Mingjing took the sword of a Wudang disciple, and the sword light flashed by, breaking the hemp rope strands that strung the monks.

Ignoring the horror and panic of the crowd, he threw down his sword with ease, jumped, and gently floated out from a big tree next to the road, and disappeared again.

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"Master, Fang Shiyu vowed to Tian that he would definitely kill Baimei to avenge you."

At this time, on a remote mountainous land in Jiulian Mountain, a group of people stood in a daze and were in dismay.

There were about 30 people in this group. In addition to Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan, Tong Qianjin, Hu Huiqian and other Shaolin lay disciples, there were also monks such as the first monk of the Precepts Academy, and the monk Sande and others.

In addition, Wumei Master and her two disciples Ling Xiaoxiao, Yan Yongchun, who had not been in the school for a long time, also stood among the crowd.

There was also a thin old man wearing a funny hat with a braid on his back and howled loudly, tears and snot all flowing down his eyes and nose.

"Senior Brother Zhishan, why do you have the heart to leave like this? Junior Brother, I have something to say to you in the future, so who should I tell you..."

This is Fang Shiyu's grandfather Miao Xian.

The former Shaolin master in the south of the Yangtze River fought fiercely with Bai Mei, and Zhishan and others fought to the death to stop the severance, so that some Shaolin disciples had time to evacuate.

Zhishan was severely injured by Bai Mei. Although he was rescued by Zhineng and did not die on the spot, he did not last long and died because of his serious injury.

Wumei, Miao Xian and others were cremated by the crema of Zhishan and scattered the ashes into Jiulian Mountain.

Fang Shiyu looked sad, grabbed a handful of ashes with her palms, her eyes were red, and she said with gritted teeth.
Chapter completed!