"No!" Jingxing let out a desperate roar of frustration and rage!

He couldn't believe that with the blessing of the Ten Thousand Buddha Diagram Great Array formed by the convergence of thousands of people's internal forces, Zhenxuan, who was the eye of the array, actually died so inexplicably!

A moment ago, he swore an oath and announced the sad end of the Demon Fist in advance, but at this moment, everything was turned upside down!

Puff puff!

Zhenxuan, who was the eye of the formation, suddenly died, and the Great Array of Ten Thousand Buddhas lost its formation eye, and was instantly broken, and more than a thousand monks vomited blood in unison, and their breath instantly withered.

Shaolin paid the sacrifice of the abbot, what is the tragic price of the loss of the strength of thousands of people?

Not to destroy demons, but to inherit the "Washing the Pulp Sutra"!

A "Yijin Sutra" has created a thousand years of glory in Shaolin, and one more "Washing the Pulp Sutra" that is a hundred times more profound than the "Yijin Sutra", will Shaolin turn Middle-earth into a Buddha country?

This is the reason why the Shaolin high-level put out a large array of ten thousand Buddha figures!

But even so, he still couldn't help the Demon Fist, and Jingxing suddenly collapsed!

Shaolin in this era has declined to the extreme, and after this battle, I am afraid that Shaolin will not even be able to maintain the status of the six major factions!

Originally, this should be the starting point of Shaolin's glory, but now it has become the death knell of decline, so how can Jingxing be willing?

Defeated!

That's it!

The four congenital masters of Shaolin, Zhen Yong has not recovered from serious injuries, Zhen Xuan and Jing Xin are dead, and only Jing Xing is seriously injured, who can stop the demon power from leaving?

"Washing the Marrow Sutra" and Shaolin Temple lost their arms again!

The Shaolin monks walked out from all directions, each with a sad expression and looking at Lu Heng with hatred.

This river and lake is beaten by thousands of people.

They know that Shaolin will never be the same.

Rumble!

At this moment, Jingxing's momentum suddenly skyrocketed, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and several blood holes burst out all over his body, but his momentum not only did not weaken in the slightest, but increased again!

"Nirvana!" A monk rushed to him in surprise, shouting in panic: "Uncle Shi, why is this so? Why is that! ”

Nirvana magic is the most evil kung fu in Shaolin, once it is performed, even the dying person can exert the most peak strength, but only a stick of incense time, after a stick of incense, immediately the muscles and veins are broken and die.

The image of Jingxing's original Taoist monk is categorically gone, he is covered in blood, his face is hideous, he stares at Lu Heng with resentful eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "The "Washing the Marrow Sutra" must stay in Shaolin, otherwise Zhenxuan will die in vain!" ”

"All the courtyards obey the order, set up a big array of arhats, and follow me to punish the demons!"

"Amitabha!"

All the monks chanted the Buddha in unison, each of them actually soared, and between the figures flying, a huge formation was quickly formed.

Lu Heng was not interested in waiting for these monks to form a formation before breaking the formation, as soon as he saw this, he kicked under his feet, and suddenly the person rushed into the crowd like a fierce beast.

Boom Boom!

Suddenly, the figure was thrown away, screaming again and again, and everywhere he passed, corpses were everywhere!

With Lu Heng's current strength, who of these monks can take his punch?

Almost all of them fall next to each other, and they die when they touch!

In an instant, dozens of people had already been killed by his fist!

"Evil obstacles!" Jingxing roared angrily, his figure flashed, and the next moment the person appeared on Lu Heng's side, and he punched down!

Lu Heng's face did not change, and he returned his hand and punched him to meet him.

Bang!

To Lu Heng's surprise, this punch was actually caught by Jingxing!

But Jingxing's entire arm suddenly broke into two with a click, and it drooped down softly.

Rumble!

At the same time, Jingxing slapped a palm on Lu Heng's chest and slapped Lu Heng out!

This is the old monk who knew that he was not Lu Heng's opponent, and he was scrapped with one arm, and he also quickly shot and hit Lu Heng with a strong King Kong hand!

Careless!

Lu Heng stood still not far away, a wisp of blood pouring out of the corner of his mouth.

He kills innate masters like cutting melons and vegetables, giving him a kind of arrogance and self-confidence that is invincible in the world, and does not take anyone in this world in his eyes.

But now, he paid the price for his arrogance.

Although most of Jingxing's palm power was dissolved by him, Jingxing was a desperate blow and used it with all his might, and this palm still caused him a little bit of injury.

"Good!" Lu Heng stared at Jingxing's eyes and said seriously, "Thank you for your head drink." ”

After this delay, the great array of arhats of the monks has been formed,

This is a set of hundreds of monks into a large array, divided into twelve small arrays, each small array row of vertical and horizontal pre-standing, neat, and feel very calm, once this array is launched, the momentum of the group attack is endless, endless, this wheel group attack hard fight, even if it is not killed, for a long time, it will be tired to death.

In fact, compared to this array, Lu Heng was actually more willing to face the Ten Thousand Buddha Diagram that was several times more powerful than this array.

The most powerful array eye of the Ten Thousand Buddha Diagram is also the biggest flaw in this array, as long as the formation eye is destroyed, the formation will be broken.

But this Arhat Great Array, its array eyes can change at any time, and everyone can act as the array eye, which is troublesome. Even though Lu Heng's martial arts are world-famous, he will inevitably have a hard battle.

It's just that Lu Heng is most afraid of trouble.

"Great monk, a lot of people will die!" Lu Heng squinted his eyes and said slowly to Jingxing.

Jing Xingli didn't pay attention to it, just gritted his teeth and shouted: "Subduing demons and eliminating demons, just today!" ”

"Kill!"

The roar shook the sky!

"Good, good!" Lu Heng laughed angrily, he suddenly took out a piece of rope from his sleeve and threw it into the air!

"Up!"

In an instant, the rope stood straight as if it had been caught from heaven. Lu Heng grabbed the end of the rope with one hand——

Sou!

The next moment, someone else had already come out of the formation and appeared a hundred meters away.

This is the first time that Lu Heng has performed this technique since he got it. This technique consumes extremely internal force, and with Lu Heng's current strong internal force, just performing this trick actually consumes half of it.

However, such a price is worth it, otherwise after a hard battle, it will take much time, and the internal force consumed will be almost the same.

The miracle of the divine clue is completely different from the light skill body method in this world, the Shaolin monks trapped Lu Heng in the formation with great momentum, and they were just about to rush to kill, but they didn't expect the enemy to throw a rope, and the next second they lost their trace!

No one could capture Lu Heng's internal force fluctuations at all, and no one could see how he left!

This discomfort of punching the air made hundreds of monks so depressed that they almost wanted to vomit blood!

It's over, can't you even do it if you want to?

Jingxing's momentum completely weakened at this time, the whole person instantly aged a lot, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his face was like dead ashes, and his face was already dead.

"Amitabha Buddha......" He looked at Lu Heng who was standing outside the formation, his face full of bitterness. Zhou Shizhu let's go, Shaolin - lose! ”

"Let's go?" Lu Heng raised his hand coldly.

Sou!

A golden light streaked out of the air, floating among the monks, hanging in the air and spinning non-stop.

It was Morosher!

Jingxing was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, and suddenly his face was full of fear, and he roared in despair: "No! ”

Rumble!

The next moment, Moro Sheri exploded!

The scene has become an Asura hell, hundreds of monks, none of whom survived.

The net line is the first time to fall apart!

The stumps and broken arms flew sideways, and none of the corpses were intact!

"If you do something wrong, you will pay a price!" Lu Heng looked at the corpses all over the ground and said coldly.

Moro's relics are the traps he left for Shaolin a long time ago!

Is it really that Lu Heng's things are so easy to take?

At this moment, he is as cold as a demon!