"Array!"

Xuan Ci was as good as a stream, and he didn't say some nonsense, and after the word "array" fell neatly, the atmosphere in the field was suddenly depressed

Hearing this, the senior monks of the Xuanzi generation moved, holding a fine iron Zen staff, leading one hundred and eight burly and majestic warrior monks to step out, stepping on an orderly and steady step, surrounding left and right, and closing the handover, directly besieging Mo Qingge and the two in the heavy human wall.

The Arhat Array is the most solid barrier for Shaolin to resist strong enemies, since the establishment of the temple, for hundreds of years, no one has ever been able to break through the Arhat Array, and its formation changes are exquisite and mysterious, enough to compare with thousands of troops.

And there are a whole twelve Xuanzi generation monks in the Arhat array, even if a master like Tianshan Tong Mao who can compete for the top five in the world comes in person, there is no other way to go except to be killed and sit still.

Can the Biluo God break through this great array of eternity?

After seeing Mo Qingge's superb means of breaking the dragon between talking and laughing, no one in the audience dared to look at this Biluo God who cultivated as a mystical god with ordinary eyes, but the prestige of the Arhat Great Array has been famous for hundreds of years, like the majestic Mount Tai, no one can move it, so the vast majority of people still have doubts in their hearts.

Is it a foot high, or a foot high?

"Unless the heavenly immortals and Buddhas descend to earth, in today's world, no one can stop God, and the myth of the unbreakable Arhat array is probably about to come to an end today!"

Guma Zhibao looked solemn, whispered calmly and reverently, his expression was unwavering, as if the wood had been completed, and there would be no accidents in the future.

Juntian is the central sky, so among the nine heavens, Juntian is the leader, and at this moment, the eyes of the nine people are calm and waveless, until they hear the whispering of Gu Mozhi, they nod their heads to show their approval.

"Subdue demons and subdue demons!"

The formation has been formed, more than 100 warrior monks' tongues bloom spring thunder, the word of the people, the strange recitation of the Buddha's name, the majestic momentum is especially better than Qiao Feng's "shock hundred miles", the rolling sound echoes between the mountains, the white clouds in the sky are tumbling and surging, and they seem to be shocked and moved.

At the same time, the strong wind on the flat ground suddenly rose, emptying and agitating, howling and roaring, and countless indescribable potentials pressed in, forming a sharp whirlpool outside Mo Qingge's body.

The essence of Mo Qingge's eyes is like an electric fire, he is discerning, he has penetrated the mysteries, the spiritual power is spread out, the changes are understood, and the virtual reality is reflected.

With a long laugh of free and uninhibited, Mo Qingge waved his sleeves, drove the wind and chased the clouds, and dispersed the rapid whirlpool that lingered outside the body, turning it into a violent wind and rolling it back, and the monks' robes were hunting and flying, and the bodies of more than 100 monks trembled slightly, only to feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, as if pressing a boulder.

"Each other's qi and machine are connected and accommodating, almost like one person, and the ever-changing formation contains the constant principle, no wonder the Arhat array of Shaolin Temple has been unbroken for hundreds of years, but unfortunately, I met ......."

"Three moves and ten breaths, break your formation!"

After saying it loudly, Mo Qingge lowered his head, leaned into Mu Wanqing's crystal like snow ear, took a breath of hot air, and immediately murmured.

"Let's go, and see how the husband takes you to break his bald donkey array!"

Hearing that the other party called the Arhat Great Array the Great Array of Bald Donkeys, Xuan Ci was angry, his white eyebrows and long beards fluttered together, and the surging sand and gravel around him were like waves, and he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted in a deep voice: "Fu Demon Guardian Dao, only in today's day, start the formation!"

"Demon Guardian, only now!"

More than 100 warrior monks who were comparable to second-rate masters in the rivers and lakes raised their eyebrows, roared again, and the thunderous voice turned into heavy waves that rolled towards Mo Qingge under the traction of the formation, continuous and endless.

This is enough to make ordinary people's fighting spirit completely extinguished, and the angry shouts of self-collapse without a fight are just a prelude to the coming storm, and the next moment, there is a crackling sound in the air.

I saw dozens of warrior monks stepping on the shoulders of the same door, jumping up, the long sticks in their hands wrapped in masculine energy, and slashing down.

The black oppressive stick shadow fills every inch of space, its momentum is like a thousand mountains collapsing, thousands of rivers are flowing against the current, no matter how light you are, under such a dense attack, you can only parry and resist.

Mu Wanqing's face was slightly pale, and her hands were clenched.

"Don't worry, Wan'er, your husband and I are half-immortals, and I can't help me with just a bunch of bald donkeys. Mo Qingge ignored the upcoming head-to-head drink, and still talked and laughed.

When Mu Wanqing heard this, her expression eased slightly, and she rolled her eyes coquettishly, she had been moistened by rain and dew recently, she smiled lightly, and between light anger and anger, she was full of a lazy style, which was extremely tempting.

Paying close attention to the situation in the formation, Murong Fu's eyes showed a contemplative look, and he thought: Although the woman in the purple dress is beautiful and refined, graceful and charming, it is difficult to find a few in the world, but it is still a little worse than her cousin.

Biluo Tiandu is huge, and he controls half of the rivers and lakes, if I can get his help, then there is hope for the restoration of the country, and my cousin loves me deeply and obeys me, maybe I can start from my cousin......

Mo Qingge didn't know Murong Fu's "Selling Sister Plan" at all, but now he has a light appearance and is as quiet as a virgin, but his body is already full of true qi and turns the world upside down.

Sneer......

In the acupuncture veins, the sword qi is vigorous and vigorous, and the weather is thousands, or the stone is shattering, the wind and rain are great, or the opening and closing is majestic, or it is light and fast, and it is like a dragon......

Innate body-shattering formless sword qi!

The sword qi is cold and frosty, breathtaking, under the fire of a hundred swords, it is as straight as a meteor reversing, breaking the sky, and the momentum is magnificent and immense.

The shadow of the dark cloud was torn apart by the sword qi in an instant, shattered, blood spilled into the sky, and the long sticks in the hands of the monks were all shattered, and they were thrown out with a miserable howl.

The heroes were shocked, and when Mo Qingge fought against Qiao Feng, he looked like he was at ease, obviously with reservations, but no one thought that his hands and feet could be so powerful and amazing without moving.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

It's the Six-Vein Excalibur!

Duan Zhengchun's eyes froze, and then he shook his head secretly, the six-vein divine sword majored in cultivating the five fingers of the right hand and the six meridians on the little finger of the left hand, but the other party used the hundred veins and acupoints around the body to promote sword qi, and the clever place was especially superior to the six-vein divine sword.

Is it better to be blue than blue?

Seeing that Mo Qingge had severely damaged dozens of elite disciples in one fell swoop, Xuan Ci couldn't hide his surprise and shouted: "Change the formation!"

Hearing this, many burly and fierce warrior monks stepped on the shoulders of the same door, hooked each other's breath, stacked like a mountain, and pressed towards Mo Qinggehe, and the long stick in his hand simply hit the stab, and the Dao Dao energy broke through the air and shot out, shaking the void.

More than ten senior monks of the Xuanzi generation, who were the hub of the formation, then took action, and each of them sacrificed their stunts.

Prajna Palm, Mighty Vajra Palm, Sumeru Mountain Palm, Great Compassion Thousand Leaves Hand, Flower Finger, Dora Leaf Finger, Wuxiang Robbery Finger......

"Second move!"

As soon as the words fell, layers of sword qi had burst out of the air, like a violent wind and waves.

Shicai's move, the group of monks did not face it directly, so they didn't feel it deeply, and now they bear the brunt of it, and they actually realized the fierce meaning of the other party's sword qi.

Unstoppable!

Palm power, finger strength, fist style...... Under the fierce sword aura of Na Senhan, it was like a summer bubble, melting and disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Where the sword qi passed, blood splashed everywhere, and a piece of fresh life was ruthlessly taken away by it, only the seven monks led by Xuan Ci were lucky enough to avoid the sword qi and were able to save their lives.

The cold and sharp energy runs through the dantian, and the true qi is like flowing water that opens the floodgates, pouring out continuously, just like the great river going east, and it will never return.

After decades of penance, he was completely lost, and he lost the support of his pure and pure qi, and the senior monks of the Xuanzi generation, who were already old men in the sixtieth century, looked depressed, fell to the ground, and their breath weakened to the extreme.

Mo Qingge was still standing in place, his expression was light.

"I have always believed in my words, and I have said that between three moves and ten breaths, if you break your Arhat array, you will never break your word. “