The scabbard of the sword is surrounded by thick, pure nine-yang qi, causing a violent gust of wind to blow Kongxing's robes and flatten his beard. In this life-and-death crisis, he can't help but feel alarmed.
Under this exciting circumstance, Kongxing becomes more clear-headed and quickly tries to make up for it.
He uses one hand to defend and the other hand to use the "Dragon Claw Hand" technique to grab his opponent's neck with a clawed wrist.
He is like Wei helping Zhao, fighting to the death! Kongxing is confident that his fingers are as hard as steel and his finger strength is unparalleled, able to crush soldiers and grind stones to powder with his bare hands.
Li Xiu sees through Kongxing's plan and sneers, not bothering to defend himself against the claws tearing through the air towards him.
However, his body is suddenly surrounded by a rapid flow of nine-yang protective qi, causing his clothes to rustle in the strong wind.
Li Xiu's sword scabbard fiercely stabs towards the claws surrounded by Kongxing's internal energy.
There is a loud crash as the two forces collide.
Based on the situation, Kongxing was planning to block the attack and then use a finger grab to grab the sword scabbard.
However, before he could even finish the move, Li Xiu's fierce nine-yang qi broke through his heavy internal energy, penetrating his palm and causing a deep, intense pain that is sharp and strong.
Despite the pain, Kongxing's face contorts into a ferocious expression as he realizes that he has successfully blocked his opponent's deadly move.
His opponent's retreat and counter block are too late.
This little beast is finished!
Kong Xing then suddenly releases some internal energy from his claw as it rushes towards Li Xiu's neck.
The fierce internal energy wraps around the claw and seems to distort and tear the air from a distance.
Kongxing's claw pulls out a trailing shadow as it charges straight towards Li Xiu's neck to kill him.
However, his attack comes to a sudden stop.
"Bang!"
Kongxing's smiling expression freezes as he feels his dragon claw hand piercing through a piece of soft iron.
The claw barely breaks through and then feels like it is stuck in a swamp, unable to advance any further.
Kongxing's shocked and terrified face is unable to stop Li Xiu's left arm from striking a horizontal fist onto Kong Xing's arm.
The powerful force lifts Kongxing's numb arm as Li Xiu takes a fierce step forward and crashes into him with his shoulder, like a wild ox swinging its head.
Despite his extensive experience in combat, Kongxing quickly retreats to avoid being hit.
However, he is still unable to withstand the nine-yang qi surrounding Li Xiu and is pushed back.
"Bang! Bang!" ...
With each step he takes, Kongxing's strength decreases and he leaves a footprint on the ground.
After five steps, Kongxing's force causes him to crush the stone tiles beneath him.
Finally, his right foot steps on a stone that is inches thick and the entire sole of his foot sinks into the mud.
Kongxing pulled out his feet hard, without wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, and hurriedly set up a defensive posture.
Kongxing was in great distress. Where did this monster come from? He was so young and his martial arts were so powerful.
Usually, he also sparred with his senior brothers and knew each other's level, but it seemed that no one in Shaolin could beat him.
Kongxing defended while turning his head to the junior monk behind him and giving orders.
"Run! I'll hold him off, go find the disciples of the Arhat Hall!"
The junior monk was also frightened by the defeat of his uncle ancestor and only returned to his senses after Kongxing's anxious shout.
Without responding, the junior monk frantically ran towards the deeper parts of Shaolin, towards the Hall of Arhats.
"Old man Kongxing, young man, what grudge does Shaolin have with you?"
Li Xiu also knew that Kongxing was trying to buy time, but he remained calm.
With one arm and hand injured, and all of his martial arts skills in his hands, Li Xiu could take Kongxing's life in an instant if they fought again.
The sword sheath touched the ground as Li Xiu leaned on his sword, leisurely responding, "There is no enmity or grudge. And this is also the first time I have seen a Shaolin monk."
"Since there is no grudge, then is it because you want to borrow the reputation of Shaolin Temple?"
"I, Shaolin's Kongxing, am willing to bow down to you. I will announce to the world tomorrow that you are the victor. Can you leave now?"
Kongxing obviously thinks that Li Xiu is trying to use the victory over Shaolin, the first and most prestigious martial arts sect, to gain fame. Kongxing is willing to admit defeat and flatter Li Xiu in order to protect the safety of Shaolin.
However, Li Xiu just laughs and shakes his head upon hearing this. Even if he really did leave, Li Xiu is confident that Kongxing will not do as he promised and announce his victory to the world.
Besides, when it comes to the reputation of Shaolin, these monks are willing to sacrifice anything.
Originally, in the novel, Zhang Sanfeng went to Shaolin Temple to ask for the Shaolin Nine Suns Technique in order to save Zhang Wuji.
A sick and dying child needed the compassionate care of Shaolin, but Shaolin refused to lend a hand.
Zhang Sanfeng offered to borrow a copy of the Shaolin Nine Yang Technique and promised to return it along with a complete copy of the Nine Yang Divine Art, expressing his immense gratitude.
However, Shaolin said: It is well known in the martial arts world that Zhang Sanfeng came from Shaolin and that his accomplishments owe much to Shaolin's martial arts.
If they were to make this exchange, it would likely cause rumors to spread in the martial arts world that although Zhang Sanfeng came from Shaolin, Shaolin also benefited from Zhang Sanfeng's good fortune in return.
This would damage Shaolin's reputation, so you can take your dying grandson and go wherever you please.
"I am not someone who cares much about fame and wealth, I don't like things that are empty or superficial." Li Xiu hinted crazily in his words.
Kongxing, who was not a naive person, understood Li Xiu's meaning.
"Then I don't know... what is it that the benefactor wants from my Shaolin Temple?"
"The Washing Marrow Sutra, or the Easing Tendons Sutra at the very least."
Li Xiu's straightforward answer made Kongxing's expression freeze and he couldn't help but become enraged, his breath becoming heavy.
He had originally planned to test the waters and see if it was something minor that he could give up to this person in order to make them leave, then come back with others to punish them later.
"The Washing Marrow Sutra and the Easing Tendons Sutra are the supreme secret texts left behind by Patriarch Bodhidharma for the Shaolin Temple!"
"Even ignoring the fact that the Washing Marrow Sutra has been lost for hundreds of years in Shaolin, if you were to massacre the entire Shaolin community, I, an old monk, would never let you, this evil thief, lay eyes on the Easing Tendons Sutra!"
Kongxing glared fiercely, shouting his refusal. The determination in his words was clear without any need for explanation.
Li Xiu narrowed his eyes upon hearing this, truly not understanding why Kongxing had to be so stubborn.
If you had just handed over the scriptures, things might have gone smoothly and you could have left happily.
The Shaolin Temple would have been spared from disaster.
Is the final outcome of the temple being completely wiped out and the scriptures being exposed really any better?
Li Xiu coldly spoke out.
"You truly are stubborn and stubbornly ignorant! Since you already know my purpose, I can't allow you to see another person."
"Get out of here!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Li Xiu's entire body suddenly exploded with energy and shot forward, filled with the True Qi of the Nine Yang. His face was full of killing intent as he charged towards Kongxing.
Knowing that he was not a match for Li Xiu, Kongxing retreated and went after Xiao Zhao instead.
He thought that if he could hold onto the red-robed woman who had been watching the fight and threaten Li Xiu with her, perhaps he could spare the Shaolin Temple from this disaster.
Despite Xiao Zhao's own considerable martial arts skills, she knew she was no match for Kong Xing, one of Shaolin's four great sages.
She quickly formed a defensive stance with her hands and retreated to protect herself.
However, Kongxing's plan was good, but how could he, who specialized in hand-to-hand combat, be as fast as Li Xiu, who had achieved the pinnacle of the Nine Yang Divine Art? Before he had gone very far, Li Xiu had already rushed to his side with a gust of energy.
Kongxing could feel the deadly threat and gritted his teeth through the pain as he tightly held his dragon claws in defense.
But he did not know that Li Xiu had lost interest in refining his staff skills.
He drew his sword fiercely and the deep red sword qi roared between the two people who were no more than half a foot apart. "Hua!"
Like a hot knife cutting through cold oil!
Without any hesitation, Li Xiu pulled out his sword and casually wiped the blood off before sheathing it.
"Thud!"
The head of the stubborn and inflexible Kongxing, who was one of the Four Holy Monks of Shaolin, fell heavily to the ground like a winter melon, rolling far away.