The group of heroes in the distance heard Feng Xiaoxiao speak, and then turned his eyes.

Some of them have long paid attention to Feng Xiaoxiao, but they only saw a group of old monks waving around Feng Xiaoxiaokong, neither seeing how strong the strength nor much momentum they saw, but as if a group of people were cooperating with a pantomime.

Far less shocking than Wu Xingyun's shocking and Li Qiushui's beautiful posture, except for the heroes who had a blood feud with Feng Xiaoxiao, most of them only looked at it for a while, and then turned their eyes.

Now seeing Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui's two daughters with such high martial arts, but listening to him like this, they are even more surprised, and they keep looking at each other, trying to see what is mysterious between Feng Xiaoxiao's movements.

But looking around, apart from feeling that his steps were light and elegant, and his movements were clean and neat, he didn't see any amazing martial arts.

Xuan Ci felt that something was wrong, Feng Xiao Xiao was clearly unable to continue, and there was no conflict in the group, so he should have tried his best to deal with the monks of the Heart Meditation Hall, how could he still have more energy to take care of?

He was shocked in his heart, squinted his eyes, and saw that although Feng Xiaoxiao's body was still fluctuating, not touching the dust, and he was not tired, but the sword qi in his hand seemed to be nothing, and it did seem to be a lack of internal strength, but after looking at it carefully for a while, he secretly screamed that it was not good.

It turned out that every time Feng Xiaoxiao broke through the attack from all directions, the sword qi was just exhausted, neither more nor less, and it would disappear.

One or two can be said to be coincidences, but dozens or hundreds of moves have passed, and the moves are so incredible, you must know that even if the same person makes a move with his left hand and his right hand to break, it is impossible to handle the strength so accurately.

What's more, the more than a dozen old monks in the Heart Meditation Hall have their own stunts, each move and style have never been repeated, and the internal force is even more fierce, or majestic, or subtle, or smart, and so on. How can you distinguish between the lightning and flint at the moment of a move? It's not even bad at all. It just so happened that the sword qi had just been wiped out?

Xuan Ci figured out the reason, and suddenly felt like he was struck by lightning. Feng Xiao Xiao is clearly at ease, he is deliberately delaying time, and naturally he must have a plan.

He took a deep breath, settled his mind, and swept his eyes around him.

Not far in front of him, Xuan Yi and other monks of the Dharma Hall gathered in a circle, all of them with their vests facing inside and out, and they moved out one after another, which was very rhythmic.

This is one of the Shaolin Arhat formations. It is specially used to fight more with less, and when resisting several times, or even more than ten times the enemy, once this array is used, it will be in a desperate situation of ambush on all sides and surrounded by all directions, and it is no longer seeking to break through, but only to hold on and wait for help.

Tianshan Tong's grandmother was clearly alone, and she actually surrounded more than a dozen people in the Dharma Hall?

More than a dozen? Xuan Ci was suddenly frightened, there are dozens of people in the Dharma Hall, how can it be a while. There are less than twenty left?

When I looked to the side, I found that there were a lot of corpses scattered on the ground on the left and right, most of which were blurred with flesh and blood. A few of them were even torn apart, as if they had been torn apart by five horses, and their flesh and limbs were thrown everywhere. It's miserable.

Xuan Ci looked at it, and his thoughts hadn't turned yet. His gaze had been inertly removed and he looked at the side of Taniguchi. Under this look, he came back to his senses.

There was a faint sound of fierce fighting in the depths of Songxi Valley, but there was no sound in the near distance, and all the elders of the beggar gang held their weapons flat, slowly retreated, and retreated from the mouth of the valley.

And from the gap in the crowd, you can see Li Qiushui smiling and approaching step by step, she is carrying a person in her hand, and she can't see this person's face clearly in the slow swing.

But just by his clothes and figure, Xuan Ci recognized this person as Chen Guyan, the deputy leader of the beggar gang.

And behind Li Qiushui's side, there were all women with swords, following her in the same footsteps.

Xuan Ci's surprise was not trivial, once the elders of the Beggar Gang withdrew from the valley mouth, if the cage door where the tiger was imprisoned was opened, once the command of the Vulture Palace rushed out, the situation would be in danger......

He suddenly became a spirit, and now all the masters of Shaolin are besieging Feng Xiaoxiao and Wu Xingyun, although it is quite insufficient, but they are many after all, and there are two Arhat arrays on the periphery, even if they are defeated in the end, they can fight and retreat.

But once the enemy in the valley breaks out of the cage, the shape will be completely defeated, and there will be no return.

What's more, where did Xiao Yuanshan go suddenly? Where is Mu Wanqing? These two are top masters, and at such a critical time, Feng Xiaoxiao will definitely not hide it. Are they lurking in the shadows, preparing for a fatal blow?

Xuan Ci's thoughts flashed, and he suddenly shouted: "The Shaolin monks listened to the order and withdrew to the temple in formation." ”

It was only at this time that he believed that the Shaolin Temple was about to lose and lose, and there was no room for reversal.

The first person to react was not a Shaolin monk, but Feng Xiaoxiao.

Suddenly, the wind swept up, and the sword aura was like a dragon.

Ding more than a dozen sounds, all the weapons of the monks in the Heart Meditation Hall were cut off, and the throats of three or four people were red, and they were wiped by extremely thin, extremely fast, and extremely sharp sword qi, bringing out a red line like a thin thread.

These red threads were immediately swept into the whirlwind around the wind.

All the monks in the Heart Meditation Hall suddenly slowed down, all of them smiled, and the thumb and index finger of their right hand were gently clasped together, as if they were holding a flower, and the five fingers of their left hand flicked to the right.

Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but be moved, and said in his heart: "Finger of the flower!" ”

Shaolin Temple belongs to the Zen Buddhism lineage, Zen Buddhism and the heart of the epiphany as the first major event, so in the Shaolin Hall, only to the heart of the meditation hall as respect, and to enter this hall of Shaolin monks, no matter what kind of stunt to practice before, once into the hall, will begin to painstakingly study the "flower fingering".

This unison, although the finger power is extremely soft, but Feng Xiaoxiao did not dare to slack off, and wiped his palm horizontally and sideways, as if he had wiped out a thin sword that was palm wide and arm long, looking at the movement slowly, in fact, extremely fast, and suddenly swung out.

The invisible sword qi slashed into the void, and when it landed, the finger force of the flower was neither scattered nor eliminated, but bounced away as if it had been hit by a long sword.

Perhaps it was the speed that was too fast, or the agitation between the strengths, the sword qi was unexpectedly revealed, vaguely like an extremely thin ice blade, or like the trance above the fire, under the sun, its shape was fully revealed.

There was an exclamation of surprise all around them.

"Sword Qi!"

"Is there really anyone in the world who can use sword qi?"

"Incredible!"

If Duan Yu made the "Six Veins Divine Sword" still belong to the category of finger power, then what Feng Xiaoxiao is making now is the sword qi of the Eight Classics.

The true six veins are one, condensed into a sword.

The sword qi is formless and qualitative, can gather but not disperse, can be near or far, can be placed or collected, and the place where it is swept is indestructible and nothing is continuous.

The invisible finger power of the flower was split in half one by one and spread out in all directions.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind and a burst of dust and fog.

The dust and mist cleared, and everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

I saw that Feng Xiaoxiao's body was a few feet around the ground, all of which were densely packed with small holes, like honeycombs, and the stone wall behind him was full of holes, deep and invisible, looking like countless round eyes, staring at them together, which made people feel terrifying. (To be continued......)

PS: Sorry! I stayed up all night to finish yesterday's chapter.

As for today's two watches, I can only do my best!