The strongest in the heavens, the king of fishing

A strong crisis hit, Zhao Shirong's hairs stood on end, she saw Xuandu's movements from the corner of her eye, and wanted to dodge, but her opponent hit him with a stick, making her unable to dodge.

She swung her long sleeve with her right hand to block the slamming stick, and slapped the falling leaves with her left hand.

boom!

Attacking back and forth, Zhao Shirong blocked the long stick with his right hand, but felt a strong attack, his delicate body trembled, his arm lost consciousness instantly, his left hand barely blocked a fallen leaf, and the remaining two fallen leaves slammed into her chest!

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Zhao Shirong was sent flying, his light green clothes were dyed red, like a beautiful rose, about to wither.

"Damn it, it's really shameless, it's a sneak attack with more bullying!"

"Such a beautiful fairy looks like she's about to die!"

The melon-eating crowd onlookers were in an uproar. Xuandu's finger-twisting is also well-known in the martial arts circle. If he was hit head-on, the injuries can be imagined. In all likelihood, he would die!

"Shameless!"

Xiao Feng knocked Murong Bo back with a palm, he was very angry, he didn't expect the Shaolin eminent monk to act like this, he was really disappointed!

call out!

Ye Donghuang shook the floor-sweeping monk away with his palm, and his figure suddenly appeared behind Zhao Shirong, hugging him.

His face was very cold, he had been paying attention to the changes in the field just now, but the battlefield was changing rapidly, when Xuandu made a move, he happened to be held back by the sweeping monk, flawlessly distracted.

"Brother Ye!"

Zhao Shirong reached out and touched Ye Donghuang's face, feeling that life was passing by quickly, she knew she was dying.

"Don't talk, I won't let anything happen to you!"

Ye Donghuang injected Ten Thousand Dao True Qi into Zhao Shirong's body, sealed her wound, stopped the bleeding, and at the same time used the healing ability of Ten Thousand Dao True Qi to heal her heart that was shattered by the force of the Nianhua Finger.

"Yeah, Brother Ye, I believe in you, you are omnipotent!"

Zhao Shirong smiled sweetly, but the pale cheeks and the deep red at the corners of the mouth were so poignant and so distressing.

"Dare to hurt you, I will kill him all over the house!"

Ye Donghuang kissed her lightly on the forehead, raised his head, and looked coldly at the sweeping monk.

"Little friends are domineering, are you only allowed to kill, and we should just catch them and wait to be killed?"

At this moment, the sweeping monk no longer has the demeanor of a master before, and has become like ordinary people, with greed, hatred, ignorance, hatred and anger.

Because of Ye Donghuang, dozens of his Shaolin disciples were killed and injured, and the loss was heavy.

Even Xuanci was beaten to death with a single blow, and the prestige accumulated by Shaolin for hundreds of years disappeared all at once.

"Yes, I want to kill you, you have to die!"

Ye Donghuang's imposing manner was overwhelming, with his long hair flying, like an unrivaled demon god.

Zhao Shirong leaned against Ye Donghuang's arms, looked at his resolute face, and listened to his domineering voice, feeling sweet in his heart.

At this moment, even death is worth it.

The people who eat melons around are terrified by this breath, and have the urge to escape from Shaolin, feeling that staying here is too scary!

"What a devil, today the poor monk will eliminate one evil for the Jianghu martial arts!"

The sweeping monk laughed back angrily, he hadn't seen such an arrogant person for a long time, even Xiaoyaozi didn't dare to say such big words in front of him.

"die!"

Ye Donghuang hugged Zhao Shirong with his left hand, and stepped forward with great momentum, coming to bring the sweeping monk in front of him, and punched him down.

"I see how you kill me?"

The floor-sweeping monk didn't care at all. Although Ye Donghuang was physically strong, it was possible to kill him, so he raised his hand and blasted him with a prajna palm.

Shaolin 72 stunts are also easy in his hands, superb.

However, when the two palms were about to collide, Ye Donghuang's punch suddenly shifted a little on purpose, avoiding the collision with the sweeping monk, and punched the sweeping monk's chest.

At the same time, the sweeping monk's Prajna palm fell hard on Ye Donghuang's chest.

Exchange life for life, exchange injury for injury!

Boom!

The full fist and palm strength of the two exploded in each other's chest.

Even if Zhao Shirong is protected by Ye Donghuang's power, he can still feel the palpitating and terrifying power!

That is a terrifying power that can destroy her a hundred times in an instant!

"Brother Ye!"

Zhao Shirong exclaimed, it was hard to imagine what would happen if that terrifying palm landed on him.

And Ye Donghuang worked so hard for her. Thinking of this, she was even more moved and guilty, her beautiful eyes were red and full of worry.

"Ye Donghuang!"

Wu Xingyun, Li Qiushui, and Li Canghai exclaimed, and a terrifying breath erupted, breaking apart the crumbling Eighteen Arhats formation and the Vajra Demon Subduing formation. The Shaolin monks who formed the formation were severely injured, and the weak ones were directly shocked to death.

Seeing Zhao Shirong in Ye Donghuang's arms, the three of them were full of jealousy!

If they were the ones who were injured, would Ye Donghuang fight for them and the sweeping monk?

In fact, Ye Donghuang didn't try his best, and it was impossible for Zhao Shirong to let him try his best.

He also has Dongfang Qingyi, and a host of other women, and it is impossible for him to abandon all the others and go all out for one of them.

With his physical body, exchanging injuries with the sweeping monk will not be life-threatening.

It wasn't like this before, but he was sure to take down the sweeping monk without getting hurt.

Now that Zhao Shirong is injured, he has no choice but to change his plan and make a quick decision!

Zhao Shirong is his default woman, if you get hurt, you can get hurt, anyway, he will recover soon, so let Zhao Shirong make it up to him at night!

"puff!"

The sweeping monk spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were gloomy, he couldn't remember how many years he hadn't been injured.