Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

Shaolin truly lives up to its reputation as a grandmaster of martial arts, possessing two figures of unparalleled strength: Fangzheng and Zen Master Dabei.

In addition, Master Fang Sheng, Master Tie Jian, and Master Ku Gua also attacked.

The combined attack of eight top-tier masters on Yue Zhuoqun was even more terrifying than the combined attack of dozens of masters from the Songshan Sect square three days prior.

Yue Zhuoqun's expression also turned solemn. He stood with his feet apart, raised his palms, and unleashed all his power, striking out fiercely.

Layers of purple spiraling energy surged from his palm.

Boom!

The air vibrated violently, like a muffled thunderclap in the sky, and the sky darkened.

Within a radius of a dozen meters where the fighters were engaged in combat, a fierce wind howled, and their energies transformed into tornadoes that pushed and shoved each other.

Bang!

Wow…

The bricks and stones beneath their feet shattered, the ground sank, and the Shaolin disciples around them were thrown about by the aftershocks. Even the roof tiles of the nearby temples were blown off, and a corner of the eaves collapsed.

Bang bang bang!

Yue Zhuoqun took eight steps back in succession, each step leaving a footprint on the ground.

His internal strength was comparable to that of an ordinary person with seventy or eighty years of experience, but he was still at a disadvantage when he clashed with these eight old monks.

This was also the first time he had been forced back after competing with someone in terms of skill since his system awakened.

However, he was not disappointed; on the contrary, he felt extremely happy, finally able to have a good, unrestrained battle with someone.

His body leaped into the air, re-entering the battle, and he laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, good! This is what makes a battle interesting."

Using the Divine Transformation Technique, he moved among the eight people, no longer engaging them in direct combat with their internal strength. Instead, he used the Ambidextrous Technique as his foundation, continuously unleashing various martial arts techniques such as Shifting Flowers and Jade, Five Absolute Divine Skills, One Yang Finger, Xuanming Divine Palm, and Hunyuan Palm.

Various moves can be changed at will, like a gazelle hanging its horns, unpredictable and ever-changing.

With the eight of them joining forces, Fang Zheng could no longer use his overwhelming advantage and could only helplessly parry their moves. They quickly went through more than three hundred rounds.

At this moment, Yue Zhuoqun finally had his fill of fighting and said with satisfaction:

"It's over!"

The move suddenly changed; he caught Wu Hu's chop with two fingers and slammed his other hand into Wu Hu's chest.

Click!

Wu Hu's chest collapsed, blood gushed from his mouth, and he died on the spot.

Once the perfected Spiritual Finger technique was unleashed, the group was powerless to defend themselves, and each person collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood.

bang bang bang...

After eight moves, Fang Zheng was also struck in the chest with a palm strike, his feet sliding more than ten meters across the ground, his face deathly pale.

"No, stop hitting me, the Scripture Pavilion is...open to you..."

Chapter 71 The Three Knives of Avici Hell

Fang Zheng looked utterly defeated, his eyes filled with fellow disciples lying on the ground.

Consider the Shaolin Temple: eighteen warrior monks, five great Dharma protectors, Sanliao, Fangsheng, Tiejian, Kugua, and the Great Compassion Master—what a formidable fighting force they possess!

However, Yue Zhuoqun single-handedly swept them aside, resulting in heavy casualties.

At this moment, only he and Zen Master Dabei were left, barely clinging to life despite their injuries thanks to their profound skills. However, they no longer had the strength to stop Yue Zhuoqun.

As for the younger disciples around them, stepping forward would only be a pointless death.

Faced with this situation, how could he dare to continue resisting?

If they continue to resist, Shaolin will truly be wiped out.

They had no choice but to give in and agree to let Yue Zhuoqun enter the library to read the scriptures.

I just hope that Yue Zhuoqun will leave as soon as he finishes reading the Shaolin scriptures and stop causing trouble.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than another loud shout came from outside the temple gate.

"Liao Kong, come out and face your death!"

Keng!

A blade of demonic energy slashed down on the gate tower of Shaolin Temple.

Boom!

The magnificent and solemn gate tower was split in two by this one blow and collapsed with a crash.

Immediately afterward, a cold and stern man with bloodshot eyes, exuding a strong murderous aura, and wielding a long sword walked in through the ruins.

Guihai Yidao!

Yue Zhuoqun raised an eyebrow, surprised.

He told Guihai Yidao a few months ago that Guihai Bailian's death was related to Liaokong, Jian Jingfeng, and Qilinzi.

But we haven't heard anything from Guihai Yidao, so we thought he had figured out what happened and wouldn't cause any more trouble.

It happened unexpectedly at this critical juncture.

Judging from his blood-red pupils, the barely suppressed killing intent emanating from his body, and the unparalleled power of his blade, his strength had clearly improved by leaps and bounds.

In the past few months, he should have found the sword manual of the Three Swords of Avici Hell in the novel "Conquer the World" and mastered it.

However, his mind was also affected by the swordsmanship, and he fell into the demonic path.

After Guihai Yidao walked in, he glanced around the room and his gaze fell on Fang Zheng: "Where is Monk Liaokong? Tell him to come out here!"

Yue Zhuoqun curled the corners of his mouth and said, "Monk Fangzheng, now it's not just that I don't want to let Shaolin go, but I've also added Guihai Yidao to the list."

Fang Zheng's expression was grim; this was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly. He gave a bitter laugh and said to Gui Haiyidao:

“Young Master Guihai, the cause of Guihai Bailian’s death is not as simple as you think, but this old monk can guarantee that he did not die from being empty-handed.”

"Stop talking nonsense, let him come out and we'll talk then!"

Guihai Yidao was affected by demonic influence and was unable to calm his mind. He unleashed a slash, and the blood-red blade energy bombarded several meters away.

Boom!

"what……"

Several Shaolin disciples were caught in the crossfire and their bodies were instantly split in two.

"you……"

Fang Zheng was furious and tried to stop him, but it aggravated his injuries, causing blood to rush to his throat. He barely managed to suppress it.

“Amitabha, my dear nephew Guihai, please don’t be angry.”

Finally, Monk Liaokong was helped out from behind by Lu Zhu, who had fought with Yue Zhuoqun before.

Liao Kong returned to Shaolin three days ago. After Fang Zheng had him bandaged up, he has been resting quietly in the meditation room ever since.

The sword wound inflicted by Yue Zhuoqun's "Five Mountains" technique will not heal in less than six months.

He heard Yue Zhuoqun's rampage and was anxious, but he dared not show himself due to his injuries.

But with Guihai Yidao appearing, he had no choice but to show his face.

Gui Haiyi's eyes grew increasingly bloodshot, his killing intent surging several times over. He pointed his blade at the air and roared:

“Monk Liaokong, it was you, Jian Jingfeng, and Qilinzi who killed my father.”

“The three of us are your father’s best friends, why would we kill him?”

We were indeed present the night Brother Bailian died, and we know the killer's identity, but we can't tell you.

"If you don't tell me, I'll slaughter the entire Shaolin Temple!"

Boom!

The blades flashed, and large areas of buildings were destroyed.

"Abidao three swords!"

Liao Kong exclaimed in shock, his eyes wide with shock: "You actually mastered these three sword techniques, following in your father's footsteps and harboring demonic thoughts."

"What does it matter if I harbor demonic thoughts as long as I can avenge my father! Are you saying I'll just watch you slaughter all the bald monks in this arena?"

"No...don't..." Upon hearing this, the Shaolin disciples in the arena trembled and retreated in panic.

Yue Zhuoqun was ruthless, but he only killed high-ranking monks; his junior disciples were unharmed.

Although the disciples were also afraid, they were still able to maintain some composure.

But Guihai Yidao, with his chilling demonic aura, truly intended to kill them.

"You... never mind, never mind."

Liao Kong gritted his teeth and sighed. In the end, his feelings for his old friends could not compare to the weight of the survival of his sect.

"The one who killed your father was actually your mother, Lu Huanong."