"Yes, Uncle Abbot!"

Outside the Luohan Hall, hearing the order of the abbot, one hundred and eight warrior monks shouted in unison.

After drinking, one hundred and eight warrior monks were mighty, holding wooden sticks, occupying all directions, and laying down the Arhat array!

"Little junior brother, please..."

Seeing that one hundred and eight warrior monks had laid out the formation, the abbot looked at the little junior brother and read in a loud voice.

Nodding, Shen Wuxian showed a dignified look on his face, holding the silver flute, and as soon as he stepped on the ground, his body turned into a white wind and entered the formation.

"Amitabha... Please give me advice!"

Seeing Shen Wuxian enter the formation, one hundred and eight warrior monks on all sides shouted in unison.

Hearing this, Shen Wuxian hugged his fists around, and then his body flashed, and he rose into the air!

"Phew!"

Seeing this, one hundred and eight warrior monks shot together, waving their big arms and firing a volley of wooden sticks in their hands, covering the sky!

Suddenly, one hundred and eight wooden sticks converged and connected in the sky, forming a huge wooden net, which fell from the sky and pressed towards Shen Wuxian like an overwhelming force!

Hanging in mid-air, seeing that above his head, a huge wooden net enveloped him, Shen Wuxian's eyes flashed, and the silver flute in his hand turned and swung towards the wooden net!

"Touching !!"

With a loud sound, the silver flute hit the wooden net, and the wooden net immediately dispersed, and one hundred and eight wooden sticks fell from the sky!

And was blocked by the wooden net, and Shen Wuxian also fell to the ground!

At the same time, the sticks fell from the sky and scattered in all directions, and one hundred and eight warrior monks shot together to catch the sticks!

"Kill!"

Then, everyone shouted in unison, and one hundred and eight warrior monks held wooden sticks and rushed towards Shen Wuxi!

"Woooooo

In the middle of the formation, seeing everyone make a move, Shen Wuxian had long hair flying on his temples, and handed the silver flute in his hand to his lips!

Flute incarnation!!

The next moment, the melodious and ethereal flute sound echoed in the sky for a long time, turning into countless fierce true qi, rushing towards the warrior monks coming from all directions!

"Broken !!"

All around, I saw several true qi roaring, and the wooden sticks in the hands of one hundred and eight warrior monks fired a volley again!

Immediately, the wooden sticks converged and connected, and in front of the surrounding warrior monks, a wooden net was formed again!

"Boom !!"

Then, countless Dao True Qi hit the wooden net, and bursts of explosions occurred, and a storm of wind and qi rolled up all around!

As the wooden net was scattered by the True Qi, one hundred and eight warrior monks caught the wooden stick again.

"Uh-!!"

Letting the true qi blow in their faces, one hundred and eight warrior monks waved their wooden sticks in their hands and swept to the ground together!

Suddenly, gathering the power of all the monks, four powerful true qi poured into the ground, the ground was agitated, and the four true qi quickly rushed towards the soles of Shen Wuji's feet!

Seeing this, his brows were deeply locked, and Shen Wuxian hurriedly stepped on the ground with both feet, jumped up in the air, and slapped his palm!

Immediately, the true qi of the whole body agitated, the internal force in the palm exploded, and a palm force rushed to the ground!

"Bump!"

At this moment, the ground was torn apart, and four powerful True Qi rushed to the sky, and the four Qi became one, facing the palm power!

"Boom !!"

In an instant, the two collided violently, with a loud bang and a strong explosion, which deafened the onlookers!

In mid-air, he was hit by a powerful explosion wave, Shen Wuxian's face turned slightly pale, and his body flew into the sky with the help of his strength!

In the distance, I saw that Brother Shen's face was slightly pale, a pair of jade hands were hidden in his sleeves and kneading each other, and Xiao'er's beautiful eyes were full of worry.

Flute incarnation!!

Flying into the sky, the long hair on his temples fluttered, and Shen Wuxian handed the silver flute to his lips again!

Immediately, the beautiful flute sound turned into several true qi, pierced the sky, and rushed towards one hundred and eight warrior monks with a roar!

"Amitabha Buddha !!"

On the ground, seeing several true qi coming towards the wind, one hundred and eight warrior monks shouted in unison, and then waved the wooden sticks in their hands!

In an instant, one hundred and eight true qi golden lights flashed, and in front of everyone, a huge golden Buddha palm was condensed, slapping towards several true qi!

"Boom !!"

In mid-air, several fierce true qi and the golden Buddha palm met, and the golden Buddha palm went forward, smashing several true qi into pieces, and then pounced on Shen Wuxi!

"Woooooo

In the sky, seeing the golden Buddha palm coming in vast, Shen Wuxian had a solemn face, and hurriedly played the silver flute!

Suddenly, the flute sound shook in the air, and in front of Shen Wuxian, a silver-white snow wolf was condensed!

"Roar!"

I saw the silver-white snow wolf howl, his limbs rushed, and he quickly rushed towards the golden Buddha palm!

"Boom !!"

Immediately, the snow wolf collided violently with the Buddha's palm, and the violent explosion flashed in the sky, flashing dazzling red clouds!

"Flutter!"

The explosion produced a powerful wave of qi, and when he was hit by the wave of qi, Shen Wuxian's face turned pale for a while, and he spat out a mouthful of blood!

The long hair on his temples was flying, and Shen Wuxian fell from the sky, with blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, and he knelt on one knee.

"Brother Shen!"

In the distance, seeing that Brother Shen was injured and vomited blood, Xiao'er exclaimed anxiously.

"Amitabha... Little brother, you better give up... Stay in the Shaolin Temple and sincerely take refuge in my Buddha..."

Outside the Luohan Hall, seeing that the little junior brother was injured internally, the abbot said loudly.

"Senior Brother Abbot, I haven't lost yet..."

Standing up, wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, his eyes scanning the one hundred and eight warrior monks, Shen Wuxian said in a deep voice.

This one hundred and eight Arhat Array is really good!

Even if he has now broken through the realm of the top master, he is still not an opponent!

I'm afraid that just after the fight, none of the one hundred and eight warrior monks have gone all out, and they are deliberately letting themselves!

Otherwise... I'm afraid I've already been defeated!

All empty fingers!!

After thinking in his heart, Shen Wuxian's eyes flashed, and the silver flute in his hand turned, and he pointed at the opposite side with his backhand!

"Flutter!"

Suddenly, there was no shadow, and a warrior monk's right shoulder was injured by the force of his fingers, and the wooden stick fell to the ground, bleeding blood, and he took a few steps back!

Seeing this, the rest of the warrior monks looked at each other, and they all looked at Shen Wuxian with shocked expressions.

"Offended!"

Scanning everyone, Shen Wuxian put the silver flute on his waist, and then put his hands out together, even counting his fingers!

"Flutter!"

"Flutter!"

Without noticing, more than a dozen warrior monks were injured in the right shoulder, and the wooden sticks fell to the ground, and they no longer had the power to hold weapons!

Retracting his hands, seeing that more than ten warrior monks were injured, Shen Wuxian's eyes were full of apologies.

This one hundred and eight Arhat Great Array, gathering one hundred and eight first-class masters, is really powerful!

What his master said is true, even if it is the realm of a grandmaster, he is helpless!

But his own empty finger power is shadowless and invisible, these warrior monks are just the realm of first-class masters, and they can't avoid them at all!

It's really a coincidence, these are all empty fingers, and they are the nemesis of the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Array!

If it weren't for the mercy of his own men, he only injured their left shoulder, otherwise they would have been killed!

"Thank you, Uncle Junior, for your mercy..."

On the other side, his right shoulder was injured, and more than a dozen warrior monks picked up the wooden sticks with their backhands and thanked Shen Wuxian in unison.

"No need to thank you, if it weren't for your mercy, I would have been defeated..."

Shaking his head, Shen Wuxian hugged his fists and thanked everyone in return.

"Amitabha... One hundred and eight Arhats obey the order, don't let the little junior brother have a chance to make a move..."

Outside the Luohan Hall, seeing that the little junior disciple's empty fingers restrained one hundred and eight warrior monks, the abbot frowned, and then read in a loud voice.

This is all empty fingers, of course, powerful, with no shadow and invisible, strange tricks to win.

But if you strike first and don't let the little junior brother have the opportunity to show his empty fingers, then this move is naturally fearless!

"Yes, Uncle Abbot!"

Hearing this, one hundred and eight warrior monks respectfully received the order in unison, and then pointed the wooden stick in their hands at Shen Wuxi!

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