As soon as the words fell, Tang Shun's pace suddenly accelerated, like a mad cow rushing towards Qi Zhengyan and Meng Qi who were still standing.

  Although his martial arts skills were the lowest among the four great masters, he was still a strong master in the opening period. Qi Zhengyan did not dare to be careless, and with a circle of his long sword, he shook out an arc, as if the setting sun was falling down. His defense was watertight, intending to stabilize first, and under Meng Qi's cooperation, he dragged Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan to the end of their injuries, got up and joined forces together.

  He was not without experience in dealing with powerful opponents, whether it was a door-to-door exercise or a hidden imperial castle mission. There were many opponents who had only opened their eyes, so he was quite confident in his own rigorous and stable Long River Swordsmanship. Even if victory was hopeless, delaying for a moment was still possible, not to mention that he had now learned part of the "Hundred Changes Thousand Fantasies Clouds and Mists Thirteen Styles", hidden within the swordsmanship of this school, agile and unpredictable, perhaps even able to wound Tang Shun and weaken his strength.

  At that time, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, even if they can only exert two or three tenths of their standard, relying on the subtlety of their swordsmanship and the advantage of numbers, still have a chance to repel Tang Shun or hold out until the main task is completed.

  Meng Qi could probably guess what was on Zhi Zhengyan's mind, and with a swift movement of the Eight Trigrams Step, he flashed to the side, and just in time, a knife came down from above, their coordination quite tacit.

  Just as Zhen Zhengyan and Meng Qi's moves were about to exhaust each other, Tang Shun suddenly rushed forward, actively colliding with the sword tip, as if committing suicide!

  Terrible!

  This unusual change alerted Zhen Zhengyan, but Tang Shun's eyesight was extremely accurate, and his timing was exceptionally precise, leaving him no time to withdraw his sword and defend himself, change his move, he could only dodge to the side, collapse his chest and shrink his belly.

  Pffft, the long sword sliced through the air, making a dull thud as Meng Qi swung it down in a wide arc. However, due to Tang Shun's sudden lunge forward, he could only slash at his back, tearing through his clothes and revealing dark skin with white scars left behind.

  A fierce gust of wind, Qizheng's words were like a long sword that had been unsheathed, his entire body flew out horizontally, with fresh blood continuously spewing from his mouth, heavily crashing to the ground.

  Sideways Kung Fu?

  Perfect Iron Shirt?

  Meng Qi dodged back and made a strange, swift movement to the left, avoiding Tang Shun's casual strike that followed his words, and was shocked in his heart.

  For so many days, it was all about relying on the iron shirt to launch a surprise attack, using speed to overcome slowness, and exchanging small injuries for big ones to defeat the enemy. It's been smooth sailing, but now, I have to face an even stronger iron shirt-wearing opponent with superior martial arts skills!

  Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan both had a flush on their faces, forcibly interrupting their treatment, picking up their long swords, preparing to join the battle.

  After Zhi Zheng's words fell to the ground, he struggled for a while before barely getting up. Although he had dodged the crucial blow in time, Tang Shun's formidable strength still left him severely injured.

  Back and forth, left and right, facing the formidable enemy Tang Shun, Meng Qi could only move around in all directions, relying on his Eight Trigrams Steps to barely hold on.

  The gap between the two sides is really too big, otherwise Meng Qi would have definitely chosen a different strategy when dealing with Zhen Miao.

  Now Meng Qi's footsteps were strange and his activity space was being compressed by Tang Shun bit by bit, and it wouldn't be long before he would have nowhere to hide.

  "Jiang and Zhang will be here soon..." Meng Qi gritted his teeth, fully focused on evasion. Under such pressure and danger, he seemed to have grasped the essence of "Shen Xing Ba Bu" even further.

  "Hah!" Just then, Tang Shun suddenly let out a loud whoop, like the simultaneous pealing of bells and beating of drums.

  Buzz! Meng Qi suddenly felt his ears buzzing, his heart floating and anxious, dizzy and disoriented, his limbs going soft, and his footsteps slowing down.

  Plop! Tang Shun took advantage of the opportunity and rushed up, his right palm waving, and printed it on Meng Qi's back.

  Meng Qi's vision went black, his back was numb, he flew up into the air, and his body made a popping sound like beans being roasted, as fresh blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably.

  Severe pain brought Meng Qi back to his senses, just in time to see Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan attacking and defending each other, catching Tang Shun.

  With a strong restraint on the dizziness that had passed, Meng Qi made an effort to adjust his breath several times. The rich Shaolin inner strength flowed slowly like a clear spring, eliminating many discomforts and stabilizing Meng Qi's injuries.

  "The injury isn't serious..." Meng Qi examined his own condition, "but the Iron Cloth Shirt is completely ruined..."

  Due to Tang Shun's palm being countered by Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, he was unable to exert his full strength. Meng Qi also had Xiaocheng's iron shirt protecting him, so he only suffered minor injuries and the iron shirt was damaged, but still retained some of Xiaocheng's reserved power.

  But without the Iron Shirt, Meng Qi's strength decreased by at least 70%!

  …………

  Inside the Da Xiong Treasure Hall, the sound of the wooden fish drum echoed continuously without pause, creating a strange and solemn atmosphere.

  Sitting cross-legged in front of the golden Buddha statue, his expression calm and serene as he tapped on the old wooden fish drum in front of him, not like a great enemy was approaching, but rather as if he were performing his daily routine.

  "Quiet and peaceful, you have gained some Zen intention." Outside the sky was dark and gloomy, with leaden clouds hanging low, a silver snake flashed by, heavy rain poured down, and a figure walked slowly across the eaves of the roof, stepping into the Mahavira Hall, it was General Duer Cha!

  He wore a black robe of the barbarian tribe, and his left eye, which had been stabbed blind by Jiang Zhiwei, was not closed, but instead stared round with anger, revealing a dark and hollow cavity that made people's hearts palpitate.

  "Unfortunately, I couldn't persuade the donor to put down his butcher's knife." Xin Jie stopped beating the wooden fish and said with a sigh.

  Duō ér chá hēi le yī shēng: "Tú jìn zhòng shēng jì wèi fó!"

  Translation:

  The girl snorted, "Killing all living beings is also Buddhist!"

  As soon as he said this, a strong gust of wind suddenly rose in the Great Hero Hall, blowing out candle after candle.

  The heart is calm and unhurried, once again striking the wooden fish, solemnly chanting:

  "Sarira is the empty appearance of all dharmas, unborn and undestroyed..."

  In his left palm, a burst of crystal Buddha light suddenly emerged, accompanied by waves of Zen sounds:

  "Neither stained nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

  The Buddha's light converged on Xin Jing's body, making him look like a majestic Buddha statue, with the golden sculpture behind him, one small and one large, one virtual and one real, one moving and one still, forming an indescribable magnificent scene.

  Duō ěr chá biǎo qíng níng zhòng xià lái: "nǐ jū rán shě dé zhè me duō shě lì zǐ."

  Translation:

  Duo'er's expression turned serious: "You're actually willing to give up so many relics."

  He swung his right fist, and a fierce gust of wind condensed into a giant dragon in front of him, as lightning flashed across the sky and struck the temple roof.

  "...no suffering, no accumulation, no extinction, no wisdom and no attainment." The Heart Sutra ended, the left palm slapped out, Buddha's light greatly flourished, Vajra's angry eyes.

  …………

  Meng Qi's carp leapt up, searching for the flying sword that had slipped out of his hand. At the same time, he was watching Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan's battle with all his might. Meanwhile, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qi Zhengyan pick up his long sword, hesitating slightly as he stood there.

  Zhang Yuanshan excelled at the Great Extreme Guarding Stance, Jiang Zhiwei's swordsmanship was sharp and unmatched. One defending and one attacking, they temporarily held off Tang Shun.

  Originally, with their current situation, Tang Shun could have broken Zhang Yuanshan's defense with a few swift attacks, but every time he reached the critical moment, Jiang Zhiwei's "White Rainbow Piercing Sun Sword" would strike out like a poisonous snake, agile and terrifying, forcing him to abandon his offense and switch to defense, giving Zhang Yuanshan a chance to catch his breath.

  But if he wanted to defeat Jiang Zhiwei first, he couldn't break through Zhang Yuanshan's sword momentum.

  Seeing this situation, Meng Qi was secretly delighted. Qizheng should not hesitate now that he had his help. With Jiang Ziyu and Zhang Yuanshan holding down Tang Shun, they could wait for the task to end.

  Just as Meng Qi found his own sword and was about to join the battle, Zhang Yuanshan's body suddenly shook violently, and his sword momentum suddenly slowed down.

  Things are going badly, his injuries can't be suppressed!

  As soon as this sentence flashed in Meng Qi's mind, he saw Tang Shun seize the opportunity and slap Zhang Yuanshan's long sword with a palm. His left foot kicked his ribs and directly kicked him flying out.

  Zhang Yuanshan's rib fracture was clearly audible, and after falling to the ground, he was bleeding profusely. He tried to get up but couldn't muster the strength, leaving him in a critically injured state on the verge of death.

  Without his defense, Jiang Zhiwei immediately faced Tang Shun. In two or three moves, due to her unstable injuries and insufficient strength, her movements were not as agile and swift as they were in her prime. Tang Shun took advantage of the opportunity, using his left palm to block a sword, approached her, and with a burst of force from his right shoulder, sent her flying.

  Jiang Zhi's clothes fluttered in the wind, her teeth clenched tightly, but the fresh blood at the corner of her mouth flowed out like it was worthless. Despite this, she still grasped the long sword tightly, and after falling to the ground, she struggled to use the hilt to prop herself up, supporting herself from collapsing.

  "A very clever move to dissipate the force..." Tang Shun was taken aback for a moment, and then praised, he had originally thought that this blow would be able to kill Jiang Zhiwei directly, but unexpectedly it could only severely injure her. "What a pity, what a pity, now you can't even beat a child..."

  He looked around, seeing the wounded and the weak, and secretly became pleased with himself. He burst out laughing loudly: "Your martial arts are all exceptionally brilliant, obviously not ordinary inheritances. Why don't you teach me instead? I'll let you die a little more easily, how about that?"

  As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Zhiwei: "You little girl are so beautiful and charming, it's really rare in my life. If not for the general's strict orders, I would say that I couldn't help but pity and cherish you, hehe, I like your kind of strong and fierce female knights the most. If I were to take you to bed, let's see if you'd beg for mercy..."

  Jiang Zhiwei's expression was extremely irritable, but her current injuries made it very difficult for her to speak, and she could only pant heavily.

  Tang Shun walked closer to Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, sideways facing Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan, planning to use language and momentum to give them the pressure of death, forcing out the secrets of the divine skill.

  In fact, he had a unique technique for forcing questions, extremely vicious, but Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan were both severely injured, close to death. If he used this technique, it was very likely that everything would be over before they even got the chance to ask any questions.

  "What are you looking at, little monk? Your martial arts skills are ordinary and your strength is low. Hmm, it's better to kill you first." Tang Shun decided to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, and targeted Meng Qi, who had the least value for interrogation.

  Meng Qi's mouth was spewing out filthy language non-stop as he scolded, but his heart was strangely calm, constantly thinking of ways to counterattack.

  Although he knew that the hope was extremely slim in comparison to both sides' strength and situation, he did not collapse and tried to grasp that thread of life.

  "With a swift movement of eight steps, he flashed over there... to cut down the one who wanted to harm him..." Meng Qi watched as Tang Shun approached step by step, preparing for a desperate last-ditch effort.

  "If we don't fight back, we're doomed to die anyway, so we might as well go all out!"

  Tang Shun walked towards Meng Qi with a smile, but his eyes were fixed on Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, waiting for them to surrender.

  "Little monk, are you saying I should cut off your left hand or right leg first? Or do you want to be castrated first?" Tang Shun laughed.

  As soon as the words fell, his expression suddenly froze, a white light burst forth from Qi Zhengyan's hand, getting brighter and more intense, illuminating everyone, and striking Tong Shun who was caught off guard.

  Tang Shun's angry roar was accompanied by the sound of thick fabric being torn apart, and at this moment, Qi Zhengyan's hand shot out another white awl, dazzling and even more intense. With a "whooshing" sound, it struck Tang Shun's right palm, which he had barely managed to raise in defense, directly piercing through and hitting him squarely in the chest.

  "Zi Mu Li Hun Biao?" Meng Qi vaguely felt a sense of familiarity, that was the Tangmen hidden weapon he had seen before and left a deep impression on himself.

  However, he didn't have time to think carefully, and the attack he had planned earlier turned into instinct. With a flash of light, he rolled forward, dodging low, and stabbed his long knife from under the door frame into Tang Shun's lower abdomen.

  Meng Qi exerted himself with a twist, and fresh blood poured down his head, hot air rolling over.

  He couldn't help but stop using force, abandon his sword and roll away to avoid Tang Shun's dying counterattack.

  Tang Shun's mournful and piercing cry echoed through the mountains, like a lone wolf howling at the moon, or an evil spirit wailing over a grave.

  The mournful cry gradually subsided, and Tang Shun's eyes widened as he fell to the ground, a strange-shaped flying dart stuck in his chest, his lower body a bloody mess.

  After releasing "Zi Mu Li Hun Biao", Qi Zhengyan seemed to be unable to stand still, and knelt down on the ground, panting heavily.

  "When did he exchange for the 'Zi Mu Li Hun Biao'? Where did his good deeds come from?" Meng Qi wiped the bloody dirt off his face, "Did he exchange all of his Hua Jian Sword Sect martial arts for it?"