Chapter 271: One Shoulder

"This……"

"Su agrees!"

Luo Tianjin's conditions were extremely harsh. However, before Sui Zuo showed any hesitation, Su He agreed on the spot without hesitation.

"Su He, are you crazy?" Hu Zhen said angrily, "These Han people will definitely use all their strength and will never show mercy. A master like Luo Tianjin can split gold and shatter stone with just one palm. How can you resist?"

"That's right!" Long Yuyin laughed, "Su He, go back now! No need to pretend to be kind and righteous here, I don't need you to save me!"

Facing the dissuasion from Hu Zhen and Long Yu, Su He's eyes remained firm and he was not moved at all.

His clear and bright tiger eyes stared straight at the indifferent Luo Tianjin, and at the same time, he pulled out the blood shadow knife stuck in his shoulder with his backhand, and a stream of bright red blood spurted out instantly, splashing three feet away. However, Su He did not change his expression, and did not even frown.

"Brother Su, this matter is by no means a joke. You must think twice before making a decision!" Liu Xunyi advised.

Su He laughed heartily, then bowed to everyone and said loudly: "A man should be upright and stick to his word. Since I have already agreed, I will never regret it. I also ask all the martial arts elders to show some leniency and agree to Lord Luo's proposal to let Long Yu and his men live."

Sui Zuo's eyes turned cold and he scolded: "Su He, don't act on impulse!"

"General, there is no need to say more." Su He said seriously, "Don't forget the agreement we just made. As long as I can settle this matter, you will withdraw your troops immediately and stop entangled with them."

"you……"

"Lord Luo!" Su He did not give Sui Zuo a chance to speak, and said immediately: "Su thanks you first!"

"You keep your word and act accordingly. You are a man of steel!" Teng Sanshi exclaimed with admiration. "As the saying goes, 'Don't judge a monk by his appearance, judge a Buddha by his appearance'. Although you and I have different positions, I admire you from the bottom of my heart. Today, I will give you this honor."

Seeing that Teng Sanshi was the first to agree, the other leaders also echoed him. First, to give Luo Tianjin face. Second, they were moved by Su He's righteousness.

The third and most important reason was that Sui Zuo and his Mongolian army were murderous and covetous, which made everyone feel fearful and forced them to give in.

The key to tackling the dispute between reason and emotion is knowing when to quit. The leaders of various sects are all "savvy people", so how could they not know this truth?
"Okay!" Luo Tianjin said seriously, "Since everyone agrees with my proposal, then we will follow this rule. I just don't know who should make the remaining four strikes?"

"This..." When these words came out, everyone couldn't help but look hesitant.

A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. A pile that stands out on the bank will be washed away by the current. A person who stands out from others will be criticized by the crowd.

Not just anyone can easily deliver these four palm strikes, right?

Jin Fuyu's eyes moved slightly, and he said with a smile: "Since it was Lord Luo who proposed it, you should be the first to make the first move."

"That's right!" Tang Yuan said with a sinister smile, "The tragic deaths of the eleven Shaolin monks are the beginning of this turmoil, so the second palm strike should be made by Master Xuanming."

A cold light flashed in Qingfeng's eyes, and he said quietly: "The incident in Chenzhou started with the death of Tang Qian, so the third palm should be given to Tang Zongguan."

Zhongli Mu nodded and smiled, "Yes, they have committed crimes in the Central Plains. Whether it is the six major sects or the four major families, all of them have lost disciples and injured, and they all want an explanation. Therefore, we should each take two of the four palms. In addition to Chief Steward Tang, who else in the four major families wants to avenge their previous humiliation?"

Hearing this, all the disciples of the four great families looked at each other in confusion, hesitant.

After a moment of silence, Teng Sanshi slowly said, "In Chenzhou, my Teng clan disciples were brutally massacred. If you don't mind, let me make this last palm strike to comfort the souls of my wronged disciples in heaven. How about that?"

Seeing Teng Sanshi take the initiative to speak, Qin Ming and Lu Tingxiang couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief. They bowed to Teng Sanshi one after another to show their respect.

"Lord Luo!" Yin Baimei thought for a long time and suddenly said, "Can you let me take that palm strike? Lü Tai, the fourth elder of our Kunlun sect, was pierced by thousands of arrows and died tragically in Chenzhou. As the sect leader, if I do nothing, I will be ashamed to face the disciples in the future."

"Master Yin, please do as you please!"

When Su He saw that the candidate had been chosen, a look of unyielding determination suddenly broke out in his eyes.

He bowed to Yin Baimei, Xuanming, Tang Yuan, and Teng Sanshi in turn, and said solemnly: "I am not talented, but I would like to learn from the four seniors' palm power!"

After saying that, Su He swung his hand casually, and the Blood Shadow Knife drew a streak of light in the air. With a "clang" sound, it deeply penetrated a flagpole that was as thick as a thigh, and immediately shook the flagpole back and forth. The flag fluttered left and right in the wind and rain, and could not calm down for a long time.

Su He took off his weapon, looked around, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly stepped forward. Under the complicated and solemn gazes of the crowd, Su He stood in the center of the martial arts field, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, showing heroic spirit.

Facing the four Xuanmings who were so close, he looked open-minded, neither humble nor overbearing, and said in a concentrated voice: "Master Xuanming, please teach me!"

"Amitabha!"

Seeing this, Xuanming slightly closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name. After he silently recited the Great Compassion Mantra once, he slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, two sharp rays of light shot out from Xuanming's eyes and pierced straight into Su He's heart.

"Master Su, I'm sorry!"

Hearing this, Su He became spirited and quickly mobilized all his internal energy to the eight extraordinary meridians. He bent his legs slightly, stood in a bow stance, clenched his fists, and pressed his elbows firmly on both sides of his body, ready to meet Xuan Ming's full-strength palm.

Looking at Xuanming again, his tightly clasped hands quietly opened, and at the same time, his dry, wrinkled right palm suddenly turned red, and there was a hint of swelling. The palm was purple, and the veins on the back of his palm bulged, like a dragon.

"This is... Shaolin's unique martial art, the Vajra Palm!" Liu Xunyi exclaimed in amazement. At this moment, he looked at Su He with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"call!"

"Oh!"

"laugh!"

Without any nonsense, Xuan Ming swung out his palm as fast as the wind and as quick as lightning. A powerful Vajra Palm filled with internal strength hit Su He's defenseless chest directly.

The moment the palm landed, Su He's chest suddenly caved in. At the same time, his back suddenly bulged outward, and the clothes at the back of his heart were torn apart, leaving a gap.

Su He's eyes suddenly changed, and he let out a muffled groan from his throat. Then he pressed his feet tightly to the ground and rubbed his body backwards three meters, leaving two lines of "gravel roads" on the ground.

After stabilizing his body, Su He suddenly stretched out his tightly clenched fist into a palm, and two strong internal forces could not be restrained from pouring down from his palm, instantly creating two pits on the ground. "Hiss!"

This scene caused everyone to exclaim in surprise.

At this moment, Su He had a serious expression, a fierce gaze, and his lips were tightly pursed and trembling slightly. A faint trace of crimson slowly flowed in the gap between his lips.

"I would like to ask, in the Central Plains martial arts world, how many people dare to take on the powerful Vajra Palm of the Shaolin abbot?" Xunzhen looked at Su He with admiration and couldn't help but sigh.

Her words made the eyes of others become more solemn and profound.

"Su He, do you dare to take my second palm?" Yin Baimei asked in a deep voice with cold eyes.

"Gudong!"

Su He frowned slightly, and was silent for a moment. Suddenly, his throat moved, as if he swallowed the blood in his mouth. Then he exhaled a breath of turbid air, and pressed several acupuncture points in front of his body with both hands, forcibly calming the churning blood in his body.

"Master Yin, please!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, a stream of blood immediately flowed down the corner of Su He's mouth. At the same time, he stepped forward, stood in the center of the martial arts field again, and took a stance again, ready to face the second palm.

"Accept!"

"call!"

"Oh!"

"puff!"

Yin Baimei's palm is as powerful as a tiger and as swift as a dragon.

This palm strike caused Su He's internal organs to burn, his meridians to flow backwards, and he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood. Then his body flew backwards until he was five meters away, and then he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Cough cough..."

At this moment, Su He's face was as pale as wax and his body was like rotten wood, but he still stood stubbornly in front of everyone. He couldn't help but coughing violently, and blood splattered everywhere, gushing out continuously, instantly dyeing the bricks in front of him blood red.

"Brother Su!"

"Su He!"

Liu Xunyi and Sui Zuo said in unison, both of them were extremely anxious, with a look of deep worry between their brows.

Hu Zhen and the other two stared at the dying Su He, feeling hatred and anger, twisting their bodies desperately. However, they were tied up tightly, and no matter how hard they struggled, it was useless.

Long Yu stared at Su He with sinister eyes. He neither struggled nor screamed, and was surprisingly calm.

"Good job Su He!" Luo Tianjin praised, "Even after taking two blows from Abbot Xuanming and Sect Leader Yin, he still managed to save his life. He is indeed quite capable."

"Again... again..." Su He's body couldn't help but tremble violently, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted on walking back to the center of the martial arts field step by step, and then said to Tang Yuan, "Su... can hold on..."

In just a few words, more blood spurted out of his mouth than spit.

At this moment, blood stained Su He's front. Little did he know that tears also wet the eyes of Granny Taohua, Pan Yuyin, Bai Shuang, Luo Ningyu and some female disciples of Emei.

Most of them were kind-hearted women, and they were impressed by Su He's heroism. They were so moved that they burst into tears and couldn't control themselves.

"it is good!"

Tang Yuan's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said viciously: "This palm of mine will send you to the west!"

Su He seemed to want to laugh, but just as the corners of his mouth curled up, he suddenly felt an indescribable pain in his body, causing his brows to frown and his smile disappeared.

"Please... enlighten me!"

Su He tried his best and held his breath suddenly. A hint of firmness suddenly appeared in his weak eyes.

"Suffer death!

"Oh!"

"Click..."

He struck Su He with all his strength without any hesitation, instantly breaking his sternum and sending him flying.

This time, Su He flew more than ten meters. Finally, when his feet landed on the ground, his knees could not help but bend forward. He fell to the ground with a plop. His arms were trembling as he struggled to support the ground. Blood was vomiting out mouthful after mouthful as if it was free.

The blood and rain merged together, forming a light red pool of blood around Su He, which overflowed and stretched endlessly.

"hiss!"

Tang Yuan's palm strike not only sent Su He flying, but also caused everyone to exclaim in surprise.

"Brother Su..."

Seeing this, Liu Xunyi no longer cared about his identity and the current situation, and rushed to Su He. But before he could help him, Su He, who was vomiting blood, suddenly trembled and let out a faint cry.

Then, Su He's body collapsed like a puddle of mud at Liu Xunyi's feet. He was face down, his mouth and nose submerged in the turbulent blood, and he was left to the rain and wind. No matter how much he called out, there was no movement.

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(End of this chapter)