Jiu Mozhi had even secretly learned the 108 Arhat Formation.
No wonder he brought so many monks with him. No wonder he was so confident.
"Shameless!"
"What happened to fighting alone?"
Emperor Baoding and Duan Zhengchun were furious and rushed over together.
Xiao Longnu was faster than them.
Her lightness skill was already the best in the world. Recently, she had also practiced the Wave Subtle Steps, and her movement technique was even more extraordinary. In less than two blinks of the eye, she had already killed her way into the monk's formation.
Clang! Clang!
Clang!
Xiao Longnu attacked from both sides.
His left and right hands were silver chains and golden bells, and the technique he used was an incomparably fast inescapable net.
He managed to block the first wave of attacks from the 108 Monks.
But this was too dangerous.
One had to know that the Shaolin Arhat Formation was the first barrier that the Shaolin Temple had used to deal with powerful enemies for thousands of years.
For so many years, no one had ever been able to break the complete 108 Arhat Formation.
As expected.
When the ten martial monks joined forces to attack, the two of them were stunned.
No matter how fast and exquisite Xiao Longnu's Silver Chain Golden Bell was, it could not withstand the killing power of ten people.
However, Xiao Longnu used her exquisite footwork to slide away, dissipating all the remaining energy halfway through.
This was the method to use the Flying Catkin Force of the Nine Yin Mantra.
"Humph!"
Chen Lei was angry.
This so-called 108 Arhat Formation, which only imitated the surface and did not grasp the essence, had almost injured Xiao Longnu. As her husband, Chen Lei could not tolerate this.
Sword Attack:
Xuan Slash!
The extremely dazzling sword light ruthlessly landed on the four Guardian Vajras who were blocking the way.
Attack!
Tyrannical attack!
Beng beng...
Two of the Guardian Vajras had clearly put up a defense, but they were still unable to block this sure-kill sword and died on the spot.
In the next moment.
Chen Lei transformed into specks of sword light.
The sword light was extremely fast and dense, as if it was endless. In an instant, it enveloped more than ten martial monks.
The strongest of these monks was only first-class, and they were even worse than the Guardian Vajra.
How could they resist such a dense sword light?
In an instant, their bodies were pierced through and they died on the spot.
Some had a bloody hole between their eyebrows, some had their chests split open, and some had a bloody wound on their throats.
In an instant, nearly 10 people had fallen.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing two Demonic Sect's secret seeds in advance and plundering 1067 points of martial arts luck that originally belonged to them!
Chen Lei was slightly stunned.
He did not expect such a surprise.
The Demonic Sect of the Ancient World came from the west. They had always been the most mysterious and terrifying organization in the martial arts world.
No one knew exactly where they were or who they were. They only knew that every few decades, once the Demonic Sect grew stronger, they would march eastward and cause a bloody storm in the Jianghu.
However, Chen Lei fell into a trap.
After all, the 108 Arhat Formation had killed more than ten people, but there were still nearly a hundred people left.
In addition to the remaining Guardian Vajra, there was an absolute pressure in terms of numbers.
"The Buddha said: neither life nor death, neither filth nor purity.”
"The Buddha said: neither life nor death, neither filth nor purity.”
……
The faint ancient Buddhist scriptures were chanted by the monks, giving birth to a mysterious artistic conception.
However…
This wasn't the Lotus Gathering, but a battlefield of life and death.
The monks 'robes fluttered in the wind, and the shadows of their staffs appeared one after another. The courtyard was filled with a strong wind.
Emperor Bao Ding and the others only felt their vision blur, and their entire bodies felt an invisible pressure.
This pressure was like a mountain hanging over their heads, but it was also like an avalanche. It made them uneasy. Forget about going all out, it was already amazing if they could stabilize their bodies.
This was the true power of the 108 Arhat Formation.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One by one, the Baoding emperors were forced back.
In front of this endless tide, even if one had unparalleled courage, they would still end up exhausted.
"Noisy!"
Chen Lei roared, using his voice to spread the energy, his power was incomparable.
It actually suppressed the other party's chanting.
This scene had happened during Wudang's 100th birthday celebration. Chen Lei had used the Soul Shifting Grand Magic and his inner energy to intimidate thousands of heroes.
However, the monks had the advantage in numbers, and countless tyrannical forces pressed down.
The most shocking thing was that the array began to rotate.
Hundreds of monks followed the trajectory of some kind of formation and formed a whirlpool. Chen Lei felt like he was falling into a huge and rapid whirlpool, unable to control himself.
However, the previous flaw.
It was enough.
Just as his body was about to involuntarily spin along with the Arhat Formation and sink into oblivion, Chen Lei rose into the air. His body spiraled like a tornado.
Golden light bloomed!
In the instant Chen Lei transformed into a tornado and rushed into the sky, his body burst out with more than ten golden lights.
Every beam of light hit the center of a monk's eyebrows perfectly.
After a dozen strikes, more than ten people fell.
People bumped into each other, people tripped each other, and the rotation of the Arhat Formation could no longer be maintained.
Chen Lei, who had descended from the sky, hooked his arm, and his sword aura flourished. The biting cold sword qi swept across like an arrow that had left the bow.
In the next moment, he flicked his arm lightly, as if Xiao Longnu was gently plucking the strings of a zither. A cold light that was like a crescent arc entered the Arhat Formation from another direction.
This was…
Chen Lei landed.
However, the Arhat Formation had already lost nearly half of its members.
At this moment.
The last Guardian Vajra charged over with determination.
An incomparably fierce force headed straight for Chen Lei's critical point.
However, Chen Lei's lips curled into a smile as his body sank slightly. It looked as if he was accumulating power, but the sudden pressure from his body caused all the air in the surroundings to be suppressed.
The Guardian Vajra's Begging Bowl Palm and Arhat Fist were almost frozen.
It was difficult to advance an inch.
After that.
A flash of sword light swept across, and the last few Guardian Vajras fell to the ground one after another.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Single Solar Finger tore through the air and killed the two monks who tried to sneak up on them.
Emperor Bao Ding and Duan Zheng Chun also regrouped and charged back.
The overall situation was set.
But Jiu Mozhi was nowhere to be seen.
He had the inheritance of the Great Snowmountain, and he had secretly learned the Shaolin Temple's " Crossing the River on a Reed " and other top-notch lightness skills. His speed was already superior to others.
Not to mention that the 108 Arhat Formation just now had provided him with the perfect capital to bring up the rear.
However…
None of this mattered.
This was because Chen Lei's state was a little strange. The slaughter was clearly still going on, but he gave people a vague feeling that he was neither real nor illusory.
"Celestial Bridge?"
" He's breaking through!?"
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