The Young Lord of the Demon Sect of Jiuyou Sect

Chapter 327 Zong Bei
Yan Wuxin's palm power is everywhere, no one dares to be the front, the masters of the Central Plains can't talk about Yan Wuxin for a while, so they have to fight around Yan Wuxin, but this kind of fighting style, Yan Wuxin can't last long.

Under Yan Wuxin's ten successes, his internal strength could not be sustained, and he fought for another twenty or thirty moves, and his injuries became more and more serious.Seeing that the young master couldn't hold on any longer, everyone in Jiuyou Sect came to rescue him desperately.But most of the people of Jiuyou Sect were seriously injured, even if they tried their best, how could they break through, and several people fell down in a blink of an eye, leaving only a dozen or so people, still surrounded by experts from the Central Plains.

Yan Wuxin got another sword strike in the back, grabbed it with his backhand, caught the edge of the sword, and made up with his left palm, Yan Wuxin's palm hit the man's chest firmly, but at this moment Yan Wuxin's internal strength has been exhausted Most of the time, this palm only knocked him back a few steps. The only consolation was that he finally took the opponent's sword away.

Yan Wuxin swung his long sword flying, and the person who snatched it was forced back by Yan Wuxin.Yan Wuxin looked around, he didn't know where the blood splashed, it splashed into his eyes, blurred his eye sockets, he couldn't see clearly, but his eyes were even more terrifying.Everyone was shocked by the unbelieving eyes and did not dare to go forward.

In fact, Yan Wuxin was injured all over his body at this time, and he was exhausted. In the Central Plains, there are great masters like Xuanmu and Zingzhe. Just one person is enough to take Yan Wuxin's life at this moment. At that time, everyone felt a little unbearable.

Yan Wuxin hated to the extreme, crazy to the extreme, he didn't intend to kill people, but wanted to resolve the hatred between Jiuyou Sect and Central Plains Wulin, he didn't want to come to this step in the end.

Yan Wuxin danced wildly with his long sword, he couldn't see the person clearly, he was hit by the sword again on the back and chest.Yan Wuxin swung his sword to force the person who stabbed him away, and he finally understood that he might not escape this catastrophe today, and his heart suddenly felt desolate. The subordinates could not be saved either.At this time, the masters from various sects in the Central Plains attacked again, Yan Wuxin was powerless to fight again, thinking, I killed so many people, no matter how dead I am, I am the young master of the Nine Nether Sect, so I must not die among the gang in the Central Plains In Xiao Xiaozhi's hand, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. With the last sword, he drew a circle, forcing away the people who were close to him, and the long sword turned around and killed himself with the horizontal sword.

Suddenly there was a sound of piercing through the valley, a hidden weapon flew across the valley, and hit Yan Wuxin's long sword. The sword dropped from his hand, turned a few times, and stuck on the ground.

The Central Plains masters were inexplicably horrified, a hidden weapon was struck from a distance of tens of feet, yet it still had such power, the person who came must be a top expert, I don't know who the person is, could it be Chang Xiaotian, the deputy leader of Jiuyou Sect It's here, even the leader Yan Shuci has arrived? In the current world, there are still a few people who can achieve this skill, but there are only two people who can save the young master of Jiuyou Sect after reaching this skill. If they really arrived , that's really bad.

When everyone turned around before they came, they only heard "Amitabha". The Buddha's name was not very loud, but it sounded like someone whispering in their ears. The people from all schools in the Central Plains were both happy and surprised.The voice of the person coming is close to the ear, but the person is still far away, this kind of internal force is really extremely high.What delighted the masters of the various factions in the Central Plains the most was that the sound of the Buddha's name showed that the other party was definitely not a member of the Devil's Cult.And there is only one person in the Buddhist sect in the Central Plains who can reach this level, and that is the head of the Shaolin sect, Abbot Zong Bei.

Everyone's eyes blurred, a gray-robed monk had already arrived in front of Yan Wuxin, and everyone saw that it was Master Zong Bei who had arrived, and they were all surprised.

Xuanmu quickly saluted and said, "Master Zongbei."

Zong Bei didn't return the courtesy, and went straight to Yan Wuxin.Yan Wuxin was hit by Master Zongbei's hidden weapon just now, and he fell to the ground. When he raised his head, he saw a tall and thin old monk with a square face in front of him. His beard and eyebrows seemed to be completely white, because of the blood in his eyes , but couldn't see Zong Bei's face clearly.

Zong Bei held Yan Wuxin's hand and said softly: "Are you Yan Wuxin, the young master of the Jiuyou Sect?"

Yan Wuxin let go of the weapon, exhausted all his energy, and gradually regained his senses. Hearing the other party's voice was soft and seemed not hostile to him, he nodded.

Zong Bei said again: "You led people to save Shaolin Temple."

Yan Wuxin nodded again, and mentioned that he led people to rescue the Shaolin sect. Yan Wuxin thought of his group of members of the Jiuyou Sect, and hurriedly stood up and turned around. The crowd gathered around, but the fight had already stopped, there were more than a dozen people from the Jiuyou Sect still alive, Yan Wuxin couldn't see them clearly, but he vaguely saw that Elder Dashu, Feng Wei, and Tang Shangqin were still alive, and felt relieved Take a breath.

He twisted and said: "Master Zongbei, the demon sect has killed more than a thousand heroes of the Central Plains, and this little devil has also killed more than ten people. Today, the demon leader of the Jiuyou sect will be killed as well."

Hearing Zong Bei's question about Yan Wuxin, it turned out that it was about Yan Wuxin's rescue of Shaolin. I was afraid that Zong Bei would miss the grace of faith and let him go.

Zong Bei glanced at the zigzag, but he didn't speak yet, and he couldn't believe it: "They didn't kill the people. Those people were all assassinated by Chang Xiaotian. The two departments of Jinglei and Weihuo didn't participate. Elder Dashu and the others are still there." Chuzu'an helps the Shaolin sect."

Zong Bei glanced at the old man surrounded by Central Plains masters from a distance, but saw the injured Jiuyou Sect members with a look of compassion on their faces.He turned back and said, "Is that so? Junior brother?"

A monk with a stooped body and short hair was behind Zong Bei. It turned out to be Master Zong Hui. Everyone was here, but they didn't see when he arrived, and they were shocked again.I thought to myself, for thousands of years, the Shaolin Sect has been ranked the largest sect in the Central Plains, and it is indeed well-deserved.

Zong Hui said: "Yes, brother abbot, my Shaolin monks were besieged in the Chuzu's nunnery, thanks to the help of Yan Shaoxia several times to delay the time. Later, when I fell down the mountain, it was the one who was called the elder Dashu The old hero led the crowd to disrupt the demons of the Nine Nether Sect, so our Shaolin faction will not be wiped out."

Zong Bei clasped his hands together and said, "So, I really appreciate Young Master Yan's help."

Yan Wuxin returned the gift.

The masters from the Central Plains heard something more and more wrong. When they heard Zong Bei's words, they actually meant to repay kindness and save others.Twists and turns hurriedly said: "Master Abbot, we don't care about these devils saving the Shaolin sect, but these people killed my masters from various sects in the Central Plains, and many of my disciples were also killed, but this revenge has to be avenged."

Zong Bei was stunned for a moment, and then said in a harmonious voice: "My Shaolin sect has received a great favor from others, how can we not repay it?"

Zhang Wufeng was seriously injured, but he healed his wounds. Although his internal strength has not recovered, his actions have become more convenient. At this moment, he also came to Master Zong Bei's side, and said: "Master's words are wrong, the Nine Nether Sect came to attack Shaolin, the Nine Nether Sect came to save Shaolin, They were the ones who attacked, and they were the ones who saved them, how could they be kind to the Shaolin sect, not to mention that many masters of the Shaolin sect may have died during this trip."

(End of this chapter)