At the gate of Shaolin, fierce battles did not stop. Top Novel, www.

One hundred and eight Arhats arrayed out, and more than 100 warrior monks took wands to attack and retreat in formation, which was very orderly. The Arhat Array has been tested for a long time and has a long reputation in the rivers and lakes, and it does have its own excellence. The skill of these more than 100 monks is not high, that is, more than ten years, great fifteen or sixteen years, and they are not masters. But one hundred and eight people unleashed it together, and the power was very good.

The integration of offense and defense, with hundreds of people working together, is very extraordinary. Moreover, Shaolin Kung Fu is a hard bridge and a hard horse, suitable for battle formations, each of which has a good outer kung fu foundation, and the strength is not small, which is very suitable for this stick formation.

It stands to reason that no one in the world will fall into a disadvantage. Although Han Bing and Feng Chuxin's skills are high, they are not high enough to crush each other. Twenty people against one hundred, if the protracted battle continues, this side will suffer.

But with Mrs. Sanmiao's move, the situation is completely different.

If this Arhat Great Array can turn a hundred into one, and he is confident that no matter what kind of attack he receives, he can handle it with a hundred people together, then Mrs. Sanmiao's sound skills are its nemesis. Because, only full-screen attacks such as sound skills and poisonous smoke cannot be shared by their peers.

There are countless bronze bells in the ancient temple of Shaolin, and the so-called evening drum and morning bell are very solemn. But at this time, in the hands of Mrs. Sanmiao, it turned into her best weapon. Her fingers kept plucking, and the sound of the piano was invisible, but the infinite chime vibrate. The sound and rhythm of each bell are different, and the role of each bell is also different, and the convergence is like a super-large percussion ensemble.

Just a moment. The arhats felt dizzy. Floating underfoot. The hands are also soft and unable to exert strength.

Originally, such a ruthless full-screen attack would inevitably cause accidental damage to our side. Everyone has ears, and who can't hear the earth-shattering bell. But on the contrary, all the little sisters, including Guo Xiang, seemed to be unaffected.

Insiders look at the doorway. If it weren't for the wrong timing, the Kunlun Sansheng who was standing next to him would definitely slap a five-body gift on the ground, and then pounce over and kiss the soles of Sanmiao's feet.

In his opinion, the sound skills of this veiled woman have really reached the point of shock. He had never imagined, or even dreamed, that the sound of the piano could be transformed into such a sharp weapon and produce such a miraculous effect. (People from the Western Regions, I don't know Huang Yaoshi)

Mrs. Sanmiao's method is very simple and complicated, that is, to add the feature of "directional identification" to the bell ringing. It seems lofty. But in fact, these bells are just very loud sounds in the ears of women and children. But in a man's ear, it's different.

Don't forget, she is "very professional", and the title of "Three Wonders" is not fake.

"Heaven, Heavenly Illusion!" A monk who had been kicked three meters away by the cold ice fell to the ground with a disgraced face, he shook his head and got up, his eyes were shocked and obsessed.

When the huge bells mixed together and came to his ears, he seemed to see an inexplicable phantom in front of him. He seemed to see the infinite golden Buddha light in the endless void, the spiritual mountain bliss, and the western Tianzhu. But at the same time, he also seemed to see the infinite flying sky, the wonderful girl, and the Ming Concubine circling around him.

Those Feitian, Miao Nu, and Ming Concubine were as charming as silk, and the wisps of musical instruments in their hands made him feel red-faced. The whole body was full of strong blood, but it involuntarily flowed towards the root of impurity, which made him ashamed, frightened and irresistible.

The bells, with their solemn and solemn timbre, are an almost religious element of music. And the music played by Sanmiao using the big bell also contains temptation and hormones in the solemnity and sacredness, and it has a miraculous effect. This is a sound skill that only works for men, and those with advanced skills can still hold themselves, but the arhats who take group fighting as their vocation can't stand it.

"Damn, what is the Heavenly Demon Outer Dao, Demon Demon Girl!" one of the eighteen old monks looked at Mrs. Sanmiao in shock and anger, she was about to overturn the entire Shaolin with a piano alone. No, she can't be allowed to continue, she must be broken!

"Hiss-" The old monk took a deep breath, his chest and abdomen bulged, and his more than fifty years of strength lingered in his throat, and the strength of his internal strength mixed with muscles and muscles turned into an angry roar and roar - lion, son......

Bang, there was a muffled sound, and the old monk's unspoken roar was smashed back into his stomach with a fist, and the whole person spun and flew up.

"Do you still have the kung fu to control others? Isn't this looking for a fight!" Yang Qi punched the old monk to the point that he almost burst his breath, and then flashed with incredible speed and rushed through the besieging fists, feet, knives and guns, and a top hook blasted a big bald head into the sky: "Hand over that little hairy boy!"

"Poof-" The old monk who was hit on the chin by the uppercut couldn't figure out why he was being hit on the chin with a mediocre punch when he was practicing light exercises. There are so many counterattacks, dodging, and grabbing moves, and they don't have time to use any of them. He just spurted old blood from his mouth, and rushed into the air like a monkey.

He only felt that his horizontal kung fu and profound internal skills had been scattered, and he was obviously not pointed, but he couldn't stabilize his body. The iron cloth shirt completely turned into a tattered autumn coat, and the scorching and domineering internal force burned and looted in his meridians like a gang. He is obviously more powerful, but he has to spend a lot of effort to suppress that internal strength.

Then, how he got to the sky, he spun and smashed down. Bang, he slammed into the hard ground, almost spurting out another mouthful of blood. Gritting his teeth and looking up, he found that he had flown from outside the gate to inside the gate, and landed in the Shaolin compound. But as soon as he stood up, he heard a bang, and the vermilion gate not far in front of him clicked and flew down from the door frame and smashed to this side.

Behind the door, more than a dozen old monks flew into the door like a dozen big sandbags.

"Ouch!" In a miserable scream, more than a dozen old monks crackled and smashed on the bluestone slab of the Shaolin compound like dumplings, and none of them could fall to the ground.

Yang Qi stepped over the Shaolin gate with one foot, and walked in with a golden knife. Buddhism Pure Land, do not accept female guests and other rules. It's all under violence. Boom. She stepped on the scarlet door.

"Huh?" Yang Qi turned his head sideways to look, and as soon as he reached out and grabbed a person from under the door panel, it was the unlucky monkey who was smashed by the door panel like a flat toad. Hmph, Yang Qi waved his hand, and the old monk flew out and smashed among his companions, splashing another scream.

"If you are not convinced, get up and continue to fight!"

The eighteen old monks of this Zen heart hall. Although his skill is higher than that of King Kong Ancestor, his overall combat effectiveness is much worse. Although Shaolin stunts such as the Dragon Claw Hand and the Dharma Palm are also very strong, they have not been cultivated enough to face Yang Qi. has the characteristics of carrying the front, but has no strength to resist the front, just like the public-faced generals in the Musou game, they are not ordinary people, but it is not difficult to defeat them.

The eighteen old monks of the Zen Heart Hall were beaten with sore waists, back pain, leg cramps, and walking fatigue, and their heads seemed to be swollen and bigger. But they gritted their teeth and crawled up, picked up their weapons, clenched their fists, and converged in formation. I cheered hard and cheered myself up.

"Courage is commendable. Yang Qi was full of blood and raised his hand to take a posture: "Then." Give you a chance to make a move, let me see how Shaolin's stunts are. ”

"Drink, ——!" The eighteen old monks lined up in a triangular queue every three people, and they all stood steadily, and the two people behind put their hands on the shoulders of the one in front. Eighteen monks formed into six groups, and their skills flowed, and finally they all gathered on these six old monks.

The six old monks seem to be emitting light.

"Hiss——————!!" In the long inhalation sound, the six old monks lifted their palms from the dantian as heavy as Tuo Taishan, and at the same time puffed out their chests and abdomen in unison. It's like six bellows, inhaling non-stop. The upper bodies of the six old monks quickly applauded to the limit, their faces were flushed, their eyes were wide open, and even the two arms of the two people who were providing energy behind them were bruised.

Accumulation, to the peak.

Then, it's time to release!

"Om ——!", "Ma ——!", "——!", "Horn ——!", "Mi ——!", "Boom——!"

The six-character mantra of great light was driven out by the roar of a lion. With the mouths of the six old monks as the www.biquge.info, there seemed to be six pathways of distorted light and shadow in the void. The infinite sonic power bombarded out from six directions at the same time, focusing on Yang Qi's body in unison.

Boom, Yang Qi's ears were as if he had heard a thunderstorm, his clothes flew backwards, and his hair was flying like crazy. Lion Roar Gong, one of the mystical martial arts of Shaolin Temple, can shake the spirit, true qi, and body at the same time when roaring out with a breath of breath in the chest. It's like an air cannon mixed with shock waves, and there are infinite Sanskrit chanting in your ears. Any famous place in the rivers and lakes will be broken here, blood will be spurted and thrown away, and the dantian will be roared and exploded.

The people who fought outside Shaolin were swept away by the aftermath (all of them were loyal monks blocking the gate), and they immediately fell to the ground with dazzled eyes and ears. The ringing of the bell in the temple was also muffled, and it was completely inaudible. The roar of the lion in the mountains was like thunder, the frightened birds rushed to the sky, the beasts scurried, and the donkey that Guo Xiang was still halfway was stunned again.

But Yang Qi didn't move. Although she was also like a traveler in the wind and sand, her hands stretched forward to block her face, but no matter how hard the eighteen old monks worked, they just didn't move. The bluestone slab under her feet cracked, and it was obvious that she was very forced, and even the Shaolin buildings that were affected were shaken and loosened. But Yang Qi didn't have injuries all over his body, and he didn't even lose a single hair.

Uh, wait, something seems to have dropped.

How did the original black hair be shocked out of strands of white?

After all, the qi in the chest is exhausted, and the terrifying lion's roar will stop as soon as it breathes. The wind, the shocks, and the loud noises all died down. The sound of the hula wind faded, and the eighteen monks looked intently, only to see that the ground where the sound wave passed burst out of a striped road, which showed that this time the lion's roar was really thrilling.

But at the intersection of the six cracked roads, Yang Qi's long black and white hair fell back and fell away, but he was unharmed.

The eighteen old monks were stunned.

"This is the lion's roar? It was so powerful that it made my whole body numb. She put down her hand, shook her arm, her eyes were burning, and her tone was full of admiration: "This sound is good, and my voice is shattered, which is much more energetic than the radio drama." ”

"This—how is this possible!" the eighteen-old monk felt that his worldview had been subverted. The roar of the lion that so many of us roared together, and even the hard bluestone slabs on the ground cracked, was it just "numb" for the witch?

No way. This is absolutely impossible. Unless she practiced the Vajra Not Bad Divine Skill, it would be impossible to do it!

But King Kong is not bad, and the magic is Shaolin's mastery. It is impossible for outsiders to learn the four treasures of Shaolin with the Yijin Sutra, the Washing Pulp Sutra, and the Great Returning Dan. Could it be that her own body has reached the realm of being as strong as iron? It is even more impossible, if it comes to body protection kung fu, Shaolin is the best in the world on the rivers and lakes, and there is no opponent.

Therefore: "She is not too strong and inward-looking, she must have hurt her internal qi! Come again, this time she will definitely succeed in one blow!"

When the six old monks inhaled again, they only heard the crackling sound outside as violently as rain hitting plantains. There was a cry of pain. Mrs. Sanmiao floated in. She holds the Jiaowei Qin in her arms, and her posture is staggering, graceful and intimidating. The persistence and pride of a certain tech nerd rose in her.

"Lord. Mrs. Sanmiao came to Yang Qi's side and smiled smartly: "Although this roar is commendable, if you say how clever it is, the slave maid thinks it's just that." ”

"Really?" Yang Qi didn't care, but became interested: "You can be so hot?"

"The number of slaves and maids is different, but it is not difficult to break their roar. Mrs. Sanmiao was full of confidence: "If you scream in shock." How can men compare to women. ”

Brag unblushingly!

The old monks in the charge couldn't speak. But the anger in his eyes rose. Inhale deeply to the end, the internal power is running, the lion roars the gong, and rises again!

"Hmmm—"

But before this roar could be fully spoken, Mrs. Sanmiao took off her veil at once, revealing a demonic and charming face. At the same time, she opened her mouth, her teeth slightly exposed, and a scream erupted from her throat.

She had been studying the sound skills, and later got the sound skills of the Lotus Treasure Jian, and then she was demonstrated by the cold jade demon god The advanced use of the sound skills, Sanmiao This person has excellent qualifications, and after studying, the level of sound skills has reached a higher level.

This scream, like a banshee's howl, was mixed with frequencies and tunes that were much higher and lower. To Yang Qi's ears, the volume of this scream was not loud, but in fact, most of the voices were restrained by her, and they were divided into six and rushed towards the six groups of old monks.

The old monks were attacked by this scream, and they immediately felt dizzy, their whole bodies numb, and the true qi in the meridians seemed to be disobedient. What's worse is that this scream caused their ossicles and laryngeal bones to resonate and tremble, and their hearing and control over their voices plummeted. They felt as if they were racing with all their might, but when they stepped on the accelerator, they found that someone had removed the steering wheel screws.

In the end, it was naturally a car crash and a death.

"Ahhh——!h At the same time, the remaining twelve were also hit hard and fell to the ground under the traction of the air engine, and they could not get up again.

"Hahaha!" Mrs. Sanmiao smiled comfortably, using her own sound skills to defeat another kind of sound skills, she only felt that her body and mind were refreshed, and her skills seemed to be restored for another ten years. The temple bell rang with her laughter, making her really imposing at this moment.

"Where did that abbot go?" Yang Qi glanced at it and found that Tianming was gone. I didn't pay attention to him just now, but I don't know when he flashed. But it doesn't matter, I don't have to look for him. Yang Qi strode forward and walked towards the depths of Shaolin.

Smack, one hand grabbed her shoe, it was an old monk who had fallen to the ground. The old monk's eyes were red, and he struggled on the ground, and roared angrily: "Buddhism Pure Land...... Don't let it be wild——!Today, even if you are broken and your jade is burned, you have to-"

"Amitabha. A Zen chant came from far and near. There was a magical power in this Buddha horn, and the big bell that tinkled non-stop suddenly quieted down and never rang again. Mrs. Sanmiao's face changed, although she didn't understand the Buddha name (Buddhism in the other world has almost no influence), but this one who spoke was extremely skilled and had extremely strong sound skills, but she could hear it clearly.

A Buddha name actually suppressed the whole scene.

"There is no peace in the Three Realms, like a house of fire, full of suffering, and terrifying. There are often birth, old age, sickness and death sorrows, such as waiting for the fire, blazing endlessly. With the recitation of this familiar Buddhist quotation, a monk walked out of the depths of Shaolin. The monk seemed to be slow and fast, stepping out step by step, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the front of everyone.

It was a thin old monk with a sad face, dressed in ordinary monk's clothes, and said to Yang Qi with his hands folded: "This female layman, the poor monk thanks your subordinates for showing mercy and not opening the killing ring." ”

"Oh, there are still discerning people. Yang Qi looked up and down at the thin old monk with a strange look, and her intuition told her that this monk was not simple: "Since your eyes are bright and your heart is bright, then return the little hairy child who was robbed." Apologize to my sister again, and it's over. ”

"Hahaha, good, good, you little girl is interesting. A big fat monk who smiled like Maitreya Buddha appeared on the roof not far away, he showed his chest and breasts, and even the monk's clothes were not good to wear, lying on his side and looking at this side: "But the Buddha is destined to be a person, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to give up halfway." ”

On the other side, under the eaves, there was also an old monk with a mighty figure and long eyebrows like a lion, and his face seemed to be full of anger all the time, which perfectly interpreted the meaning of King Kong's angry eyes. He was dressed in a big red robe, dressed in the most formal, and at the same time spoke the most impulsively, glaring at Sanmiao and saying: "The demon girl is like a demon, and she becomes a Buddha after eliminating demons." Today, the old man has sent down you wicked!"

These three monks with more refined painting styles turned out to be all masters of breaking the level. (To be continued......) R527