Many of these great monks have just left the school, or have been staying in the temple and have been hidden in the snow.

I have never seen this formation, the surrounding mountains are full of mountains, dense, and the ghost knows how many people are watching. Add to that the pressure of the top players on the horizon.

Some people have a little cramp in their legs. Some gritted their teeth and forced themselves to be calm. Some of them grabbed their weapons uneasily, and the green tendons in their hands burst out.

Hundreds of people and hundreds of statues, a tense atmosphere spread.

"Amitabha. All appearances are vain. If you see things that are not like each other, you will see them as they are. ”

Huidong's gentle and deep voice gradually dispersed, gradually calming down the anxiety around him.

The monks woke up like a dream, realized that their emotions were wrong, and recited scriptures silently to calm their minds.

Huidong was not in a hurry, stood calmly, and recited Buddhist scriptures.

About ten minutes passed.

Huidong's eyes opened suddenly.

"Rise!"

The monks seemed to have been trained for a long time, and with an order, the formation was formed.

I saw one hundred and eight monks, nine of whom formed a small formation of swastikas. The twelve small arrays are four inside and eight outside, and a large swastika array is formed.

Wang Qing and Xue Lei glanced at each other, revealing surprise.

One hundred and eight Arhat Formation, Huidong actually has such an ability.

The biggest difference between the martial arts formation and the military formation is the threshold.

There is basically no requirement for the number of people in the military formation, the more the better. The difference is only that the ability of the commander and the degree of training of the soldiers determine the power.

However, the martial arts formation has extremely strict requirements for the number of people, and every time there is one more, the pressure on the opponent is increased geometrically. Therefore, for the martial arts formation, those who know how to analyze the subtlety of the analysis. If you don't know how to do it, the simplest and rude way is to check the number of people, the more people, the more awesome.

Wang Qing and Xue Lei are both knowledgeable people. A Qimen Dunjia entry, a military formation. It is easy to identify that this formation is extremely complete.

This Huidong really can't be underestimated.

Hui Dong shook the long stick in his hand, and a trace of golden light came out of the monks. was bound by Huidong's formation and strung together.

"Enter."

Huidong pointed with a long stick, and the swastika-shaped team slowly spun as it advanced.

The swastika that shimmered with golden light swirled like a blooming epiphany.

Finally, the front end of the formation stepped into the vigilant range of the boss.

Liu Gongzi, who had been standing still, as if a sculpture, suddenly moved.

This movement really responds to that sentence, quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit.

A full fifty meters away, when Liu Gongzi appeared in front of the monk, the figure standing quietly behind him gradually faded.

He was so fast that no one could see how he crossed over.

Wang Qing sighed in his heart, it was fast to a certain extent, and it was also strength. It seems that the idea that Liu Gongzi is easy to deal with is a bit arbitrary.

Liu Gongzi took out a folding fan casually.

The folding fan is very ordinary, the bamboo is the bone, and the white paper is the surface. On one side, the name Liu Gongzi is left, and the other side is blank.

The folding fan is very famous, and the people in the rivers and lakes call it the Gongzi fan. Every time Liu Gongzi steals a treasure, he will leave a handle, and write words of thanks on the blank side. The owner of the energy is smoked.

Liu Gongzi waved the paper fan lightly, and the wind suddenly rose, and the wind blades flew.

Liu Gongzi's cultivation is actually the wind. However, it is no wonder that there are few people who practice light skills who do not cultivate their will.

The first group of monks was instantly overwhelmed by the wind blade.

"King Kong, King Kong."

Huidong mobilized his position, and the surging golden light rushed to the beaten team.

This group of monks also carried the Vajra Arhat body one after another.

A golden glowing Arhat phantom suddenly enveloped the team.

The dense wind blade struck Luo Han Jin's body.

It's all illusory, but it makes a clanging sound of gold and stone.

The formation turns.

The squad that had just received a blow turned to the rear to breathe, and the new squad greeted Liu Gongzi.

This avatar boss really has limited AI, so he didn't chase it, but stood in place, waving his hand and a group of wind blades.

It's another round of hard fighting between the Arhat Phantom and the Wind Blade.

Huidong keenly noticed that the BOSS's IQ was limited and the mode was single, so he was not in a hurry to attack.

Commanding the formation to circulate, only defending and not attacking, silently testing the data and routines of the BOSS.

The situation was at an impasse for a while.

The offense and defense lasted several rounds.

But I think that the monks are only defending and not attacking, and there is no threat. Liu Gongzi didn't have any decent tricks from beginning to end, just waved his hand casually and brought up the wind blade.

But such a random move, coupled with the first-class true qi strength, and the almost infinite spiritual energy stock of the BOSS, it brings people a deep sense of despair.

Wang Qing: They are now very sure, and the power of the BOSS's artistic conception is very small. Although the formation has a certain ability to weaken coercion, seeing Huidong running the formation so smoothly is by no means a normal performance.

After a few rounds of triing, no new tricks were tried.

Huidong changed his tactics.

The big array took a step forward.

The squads facing the boss at the same time became two.

Liu Gongzi was stimulated, and his moves changed.

He waved his folding fan.

A whirlwind with a thick bowl mouth flew out from front of the fan.

Along the way, hundreds of wind blades were absorbed, and the monk's Arhat phantom collided.

Unlike Wind Blade's scattered attacks, this one is more condensed and focused.

As soon as Pu touched it, there was a subtle sound of glass breaking.

A crack appeared in the chest of Luohan's golden body, and gradually spread to his whole body.

"Don't move King Kong, King Ming will subdue the demon."

Huidong's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly mobilized his formation, and the golden light quickly repaired the cracks.

More golden light poured into the other group of unattacked monks.

A Buddha statue gradually condenses, different from the solemn charity of the Arhat statue. This phantom is frowning, its hair stands on end, its mouth is bared, and its three heads and six arms are not like Buddhas, but they are better than Shura.

With a wave of his upper right arm, the Demon Descending Pestle he was holding shot out.

The demon pestle turned into a golden light that hit Liu Gongzi and flew more than 30 meters.

The surrounding onlookers involuntarily let out an exclamation in unison, followed by deafening applause.

However, a few people had ugly faces and sighed secretly.

Huidong is one of the people who has a bad face. Sharply turn the formation and change to a new squad to face the boss.

Wang Qing, Xue Lei's face is not good-looking. They clearly saw that Liu Gongzi was not knocked away by the demon pestle at all, to be precise, he was carried away by the wind carried by the demon pestle.

The demon pestle never touched Liu Gongzi in the slightest.

This kind of control of the wind is terrifying. The wind moves with the heart, the body moves with the wind, and the knife and axe do not add to the body.

It's not easy to do.

If you can't deal effective damage to the boss, the confrontation is meaningless.

Although players can take medicine to supplement consumption, no matter how rich Shaolin is, it is impossible to consume it compared with the fragments of the Mountains and Rivers Society.

When the boss is hit by this, it seems to realize the danger, and the attack pattern changes again.

The folding fan was closed, and a cyan wind blade more than three feet long stretched out, like a scimitar.

Liu Gongzi stomped lightly on his feet, picked up a string of phantoms, and flew towards the nearest monk.

Liu Gongzi finally got serious, and his body and method were together, looking like a ghost.