Eighteen eminent monks and arhats besieged Chen Jun in the center.

The atmosphere was tense for a moment, and then Mei Lan, Zhuju, the sword attendant and Wang Yuyan and others beside him were lined up, watching the battle as if they had already been instructed.

"Amitabha, the matter has come to this, Shaolin has to respond to the battle!" The Xuanzi monk Xuan Lone, who temporarily presided over Shaolin, chanted the Buddha's name and said: "If His Majesty retreats, Shaolin will be closed for three years to apologize for his sins!" ”

Many people in the rivers and lakes couldn't help but be shocked when they heard it, when did Shaolin, as the leader of the martial arts, encounter such a situation, I am afraid that it is now that it has reached an existential crisis.

"The arrow is on the bow, you and I know it, I can't agree."

Xuan Lone's face froze: "Then I will see the true chapter under my hands, and the demon will be punished today!" ”

The words rolled out, full of sonorous and sharp killing meaning, and filled the entire golden and brilliant Daxiong Treasure Hall under intimidation.

"Conquer demons and punish evil spirits, just today!"

The eighteen arhats drank together, and suddenly, they saw the eighteen venerables holding various weapons joining forces to attack.

The weapon thundered and roared through the air.

"Why bother?"

Chen Jun's five fingers of both hands were bent together, probing the air and stabbing away, tearing countless air currents between the opening and closing of the five fingers, the rotation of his hands changed, and the magic of weapons such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, etc., the complexity of the changes was like wandering through the flowers, picking the flower bones of the treetops with light clouds and light winds.

This is the Tianshan Folding Plum Hand, there are only three ways to palm, three ways to grab the method, a total of six ways of martial arts, but it contains the essence of the martial arts of the free school, as long as the practitioner's vision is broad enough, any martial arts in the world can be integrated.

This kind of mastery, if it is used in the hands of Tianshan Tong's grandmother, it is like a fairy is a means of ethereal and delicate women.

In Chen Jun's hands, it is a majestic and domineering trick.

Bang bang bang!!

When the Arhat monk with the weapon came into contact with Chen Jun's palm, his body was like a heavy hammer bombardment, and he suddenly withdrew and retreated, leaving a pool of blood on the ground, and the scene was terrifying.

Within a moment's effort, many monks fell to the ground, and all their martial arts were wasted.

"Amitabha!"

Xuan Lone's eyes widened angrily, chanted the Buddha's name, and shouted: "Please teach Your Excellency how to move!" ”

As soon as the words fell, together with the abbot Xuan Lonely, the first of the six major buildings, such as the Dharma Hall, the Luohan Hall, and the Law Enforcement Hall, all of them were killed.

The leader is Xuan Lonely, who rushes first like a bird, slapping the air with one palm, which has the potential to crack the mountain and stone.

Everyone in the world knows that Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci is a first-class top player in the rivers and lakes, but few people know that the other six first seats of Shaolin have the same level of combat power as him, and each of them has studied the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, which is the real essence of Shaolin.

Just looking at Xuan Lone's palm, Chen Jun knew at a glance that there was more than forty years of fire.

As soon as he made a move, the big fan-like palm emptied the air on both sides, and the strong wind blew like a knife to the door of the heroic man, cold and painful, and the power should be the first of many firsts!

"Boom!"

Chen Jun took a step, and the bland palm touched it, and a strong whirlwind broke out when he landed, causing the beams of the main hall to shake violently, and when he stepped on it again, Xuan Lonely's face turned white, and he flew back, revealing a bitter and bleak color.

This palm, which gathers the internal force of the whole body, when it hits him, you can immediately feel the surging internal force in his body like a vast ocean, bottomless, and full of vitality.

Even for all of them, the hope of victory is slim.

"Senior brother, I'm here to help you!"

Call!

The strong wind is howling, and the brocade robe is fully spread, covering every inch and killing and splitting.

"The robe subdues the magic skill!"

Chen Jun dodged slightly, and the brocade robe immediately split a deep groove in the beams and pillars in the main hall, which was a little more powerful than the sharp blade of the treasure knife.

At this time, four more people attacked and killed one after another, and the figures quickly moved and jumped, and the afterimages floated in the air, which was dizzying and difficult to capture.

This battle is a battle for the survival of Shaolin, and the six leaders are desperately fighting to the death, because they know that they must not retreat.

If you retreat, I am afraid that there will be an abyss behind you.

But it's a pity that the more the six of them fight, the more shocked they become, and their hearts are gradually dominated by despair, and a strong sense of powerlessness arises.

Could it be that today is really a Shaolin disaster?

"Formation!"

Xuan Lonely looked up to the sky and sighed, and the terrible roar made the other five people suddenly excited, and then turned into a demon subduing formation, and they all slaughtered Chen Jun again like a net.

But it didn't take long for the second siege of the six Shaolin leaders to come to naught again, and it was shattered in an instant, the six monks looked at each other, and the abbot Xuan Lin slapped it with one palm again, and the five people in the rear lined up in a line, pouring internal force into Xuan Lian's body!

"Good time!"

The strong internal forces of the six people gathered a surging palm, Chen Jun smiled clearly, and also fought with one arm and one palm. Suddenly, the bluestone slab bricks at the feet of the six monks cracked into cobwebs, and at the same time, the six people broke into cold sweat.

But at this moment, Chen Jun's eyes froze, and he suddenly took two or three steps back, exhaling a long white air arrow.

Everyone was puzzled why he was knocked back two steps when he had the upper hand in the fight.

"Amitabha!"

The faint Buddha number was like a thunderbolt in the nine heavens and exploded the hall out of thin air, and the eyes of all the people in the rivers and lakes suddenly turned black, and they waited to disperse a little, but they saw an old monk wearing a simple monk's robe slowly walking out from behind the six Shaolin leaders.

The old monk looks inconspicuous, but there is a sense of worship that makes people feel like a spring breeze.

"Peerless powerhouse!"

Everyone's hearts were erected in an instant, and when they thought about it, Shaolin has stood for thousands of years, how can there be no hidden masters in the deep heritage.

"Donor, martial arts are close to the realm of heaven and man, which is really rare." The sweeping monk glanced at the monks and disciples who fell to the ground and wailed, and all the monks and disciples who had been abolished martial arts sighed: "Thank you for the mercy of the donor's subordinates, and for not breaking their lives!" ”

Chen Jun looked at the final boss of Tianlong and said, "I don't have much grudge against them, it's just a battle of ideas." Of course, if you are still obsessed, then I don't mind bloodbathing Shaolin. ”

The first seat of the six Shaolin was not angry, but after the previous battle, a chill surged in the bottom of his heart.

"No matter what, thank the donor!" The sweeping monk said slowly, turned to look at the abbot Xuan Lone: "How are you thinking about it now?" ”

"Master, Shaolin has suffered this calamity, is there really no way?"

Under the words, Xuan Lin seemed to have known his identity for a long time, and discussed the method.

The sweeping monk shook his head: "There are still 3,000 people and horses under the Shaolin Mountain Gate, if you kill them in one fell swoop, how long can you resist it, it's nothing more than a misery." ”

"The cause of the past, the fruit of today!"

Xuan Lin closed his eyes and wept sadly, and said, "The disciple is willing to bow down and obey the master's will." ”

The sweeping monk nodded and looked at him: "The Taoist Buddha is competing, Shaolin is willing to move to the mountain gate, but the poor monk wants to discuss the Tao with the donor on behalf of Shaolin, I don't know what to do?" ”

Chen Jun understood the meaning behind the sweeping monk.

If he wins, both sides can achieve their goal with minimal casualties, and if he loses, it will be a 'retreat'.

"Yes!"

Everyone was in an uproar, but the two sides chose to choose the back mountain of Shaolin, and no one was qualified to watch the battle, only the woman next to Chen Jun accompanied him.

The winding paths of Shaolin are secluded and meandering, with Chen Jun in front and Wang Yuyan in the back.

Looking at the figure of Daoying, she felt as if she had returned to the situation when the two of them admired the camellia in the Mandala Villa.