The mist gradually diluted under the light of the red morning sun, and the Shaolin Temple, which was half-hidden and half-hidden in the mist, gradually revealed the edges and corners of the eaves, and a bell rang, and the loop shook between the mountains and forests.

The two young Shaolin disciples hurried straight to the temple, went straight to the meditation room of the Master of Sorrow, and nervously knocked on the door of the Master of Sorrow.

The Master of Sorrow was in charge of the security of the entire Shaolin Temple, he was meditating and meditating, and when he heard an urgent knock on the door, he knew that something big had happened, so he got up and opened the door and asked,

"What's going on?"

A disciple held his chest and said with a look of astonishment: "Oh no, Uncle Shi, a woman in white has come in." ”

Sadly hearing that a woman in white scared the two of them into this appearance, feeling that it would damage the prestige of the Shaolin Temple, and couldn't help but scold angrily: "What are you panicking about? A woman will scare you like this, it is simply an insult to the prestige of the Shaolin Temple, and it is okay to trap her with an Arhat array." ”

Another disciple explained embarrassedly, "Senior Uncle Ancestor, that woman is strong in martial arts, she broke through the Arhat Formation, and now she has broken through the Arhat Formation and is heading straight to the inner courtyard of the temple. ”

"What?" Hearing this, Sorrow became nervous, and couldn't help but think in his heart: "The person who can break through the Arhat Formation must be a master, but I don't know why she came." Thinking of this, he asked the two disciples,

"Why did the woman say she came?"

A disciple replied: "That woman named the Sixth Master Uncle and said that she wanted revenge?"

"Revenge?" Sorrow was puzzled, thinking in his heart, "Recently, the sad and angry senior brother has not been out of the temple, except for that time, looking for the sad and angry senior brother to take revenge, is it?" Sadness seemed to understand something, and then instructed the two disciples,

"Quick, go and invite your fourth and sixth uncles to the gate of the temple, and I will resist for a while. ”

After receiving the order, the two disciples hurriedly left, and went separately to invite the two masters of grief and grief according to the sad instructions.

Xianjie broke the temple in the first battle, so she secretly arrested a beggar gang disciple, and forced him to tell him who participated in the siege of Brother Zheng under the cliff of Pangu Qunfeng that day, she kept all the names in her heart, because she was afraid of exposing her whereabouts and provoking the beauty valley to chase and kill, she walked day and night, and walked to the remote path.

It was also a battle since the destruction of the temple, Xianjie suddenly realized the hidden power of her sect's swordsmanship, so she bought a good sword and went on the road, in order to exhaust the power of the sect's swordsmanship, thinking that in addition to the Vientiane faction and the sect sword faction, Shaolin Temple is the closest to Yin Cheng, so she came to Shaolin alone, in order to kill the grief and anger and avenge her brother.

Entering Shaolin, Xianjie named to come out to meet with grief and anger, all the way forward, was stopped by a group of disciples, Xianjie did not say a word and started to break through, but also had clear grievances, did not make a heavy hand, just injured a group of disciples, all the way through, and finally was trapped by eighteen disciples of the Dharma Academy holding Dharma sticks with Arhat arrays.

The Arhat Formation has a long history, it is a formation composed of eighteen people, and after evolution, there are eighteen Arhat stick formations and eighteen Arhat hard formations, which is a formation that can be attacked, retreated, and defended, and it is difficult for those who enter the formation to get out of the formation.

At the beginning of the battle, Shaolin Temple did not treat Xianjie as a great enemy, so it was just blindly guarded by the eighteen Arhat stick formations, and did not attack, Xianjie watched a group of monks rotate back and forth, flying up and down, overlapping, sticks falling and flying, can't help but be a little dazzled, a fight, Xianjie can not break the formation.

In the end, Xian Jieyun gathered the internal force of the whole body to use the Vientiane Renewal Divine Skill, and forcibly absorbed the stick in the hands of the eighteen monks out of his hand, and the eighteen monks were not weak, and struggled in front of the Vientiane Renewal Divine Skill, and finally couldn't help the power of the seven layers of the Vientiane Renewal Divine Skill, and the stick gradually did not listen to the call of the hand, and was released from the hand by a strong suction.

The eighteen sticks spun and flew over and gathered on the top of Xianjie's head, and then, Xianjie released her power, and the stick flew away and landed in the mountains and forests and grasses.

Without the sticks, the eighteen Arhat stick arrays could not be used, and Xianjie had to go in the direction of the temple.

The eighteen monks only lost their sticks, but they were not injured, and when they saw that Xianjie was about to break into the temple again, they flipped a few somersaults together and jumped in front of Xianjie, and in turn, they immediately stacked a human wall, and the eighteen Arhats were forced to block Xianjie.

The eighteen monks showed their stiff muscles, folded their hands, stacked them into three layers, and looked at Xianjie with expressionless faces, as if to warn Xianjie that if they wanted to enter the temple, they had to go through the eighteen Arhats.

Eighteen Arhats just fought with sticks, Xianjie did not have murderous intentions, so she has been resisting with a scabbard, however, the eighteen monks stubbornly blocked, Xianjie was very angry, and wanted to fight quickly, so she slowly pulled out the sword in her hand, and had the momentum of killing.

Shaolin martial arts have always been known for their fierceness, and the Eighteen Arhats are no exception.

The Zongjian faction's 'Eighteen Styles of Breaking the Sword' is a ruthless swordsmanship, although Shangguan did not have the intention of competing with the Shaolin faction of the martial arts master, but as the saying goes, 'You can't have the heart of harming people, and you can't have the heart of preventing people.' As a new faction of martial arts, if there is no move to deal with the fierce martial arts of the Shaolin faction, if there is no secret technique of the town faction, how can it stand in the rivers and lakes for a long time, therefore, Shangguan has been in retreat for three years, painstakingly studied, and only then did he realize the 'Eighteen Styles of Breaking the Sword' This kind of ruthless swordsmanship against the fierce kung fu is realized.

Now, Xianjie pulled out the sword in her hand, which meant to use the meaning of 'Eighteen Styles of Breaking the Sword'.

The two sides were tense, and the battle was about to start, and a cool breeze blew in the mountains and forests, blowing Xianjie's white dress, blowing her black flowing hair, and the wide robes of the eighteen monks also shook slightly in the wind.

A murderous aura lurked around. The leaves in the distance fluttered down, and before they landed on the ground, Xianjie took the lead, and she flew straight into the middle of the human wall in front of her, focusing on the blade with a strong internal force.

The eighteen monks immediately joined each other's internal forces and gathered on one person in the middle, wanting to work together to resist the sword blade of Xianjie.

The two internal forces are opposite each other, balancing each other, Xianjie hangs in the air, and then, Xianjie Fu deepens three layers of strength.

Helplessly, the internal force of the eighteen monks was not as good as that of Xianjie, only a strong momentum struck, and the eighteen people were suddenly scattered, and the human wall, which seemed to be an iron wall, collapsed in an instant.

However, after only a while, the eighteen monks changed their formation again, and in groups of six, they were divided into two layers, and surrounded Xianjie from three directions.

For a while, Xianjie was attacked by the upper and lower forces from three directions, and Xianjie could see that the top of her head was the only way out, so she wanted to fly away, but she was tightly imprisoned by the six people in the upper layer in three directions, and then forced Xianjie into the lower layer.

Xianjie had no choice but to use the 'Eighteen Styles of Breaking the Sword', under the sun, the sword light was flickering, and a ruthless sword qi ran through the surroundings, and the evil aura was domineering.

In just a moment, the eighteen monks were half-lying on the ground, with multiple sword wounds on their bodies, and some monks had been cut by the sword before they even had time to see Xianjie's move.

Fortunately, Xianjie's subordinates showed mercy, but only beat the monks to the point of losing their combat power, and did not want them to die immediately.

Xian Jie went straight to the gate of the temple, and the eighteen monks had the heart to intercept it, but they were unable to stand up, so they could only watch Xian Jie enter with a sword domineeringly.

Several monks guarding the gate of the temple held sticks in their hands, but they looked at Xianjie timidly and retreated all the way.

Xianjie went straight to the monks, and at this moment, Sorrow led more than a dozen non-character disciples to Xianjie, and the little monks retreated to Sorrow, and confronted Xianjie with the monks brought by Sorrow.

Sadly clasped his hands together, politely made a Buddhist gift to Xianjie, and then said modestly,

"Shaolin is a place for Buddhism to cultivate, and the girl is fighting a group of disciples in this mountain forest hidden temple, it doesn't seem to be good?"

Xianjie asked angrily, "Then when you fought against my poor brother, did you remember that you were a monk?"

Sadly heard what Xianjie said, and sure enough, it was the same as he expected, so he was not too surprised, but he had doubts about the relationship between the girl in front of him and Zongzheng, so he asked,

"I don't know if the girl has a relationship with that sect?"

Xian Jie glared at the sorrow, and said in a fierce voice: "Since you killed my brother indiscriminately, why do you need to ask me what my relationship is with him. ”

Sadness explained: "The girl is calm and calm first, that sect is the public enemy of martial arts, he secretly provoked the martial arts factions to fight first, colluded with the Mongols later, naturally should be killed." ”

Xianjie was even more annoyed when she heard this, and she didn't have the patience to explain, so she pointed at her sorrow and said: "It's this reason again, since that's the case, why do I need to explain it, so that the grief and anger come out." ”

Sadness said indifferently: "Amitabha, the girl asked me to come out of my sad and angry brother, I don't know what to think?"

"Of course it's to kill him and avenge my brother!" Xian Jie's tone was shocking, her expression was awe-inspiring, and she looked stunned.

"Bold!" Sadness and anger appeared on his face, and he continued to read: "I Shaolin read that you are a little girl, although you broke through and injured many of my disciples, we monks can also be merciful and not embarrassed you, you don't know how to advance and retreat, you want to kill my grief and indignation brother, what is the place where you are Shaolin, is it a place where you can enter at will, and kill people if you want to?"

"Hehe!" Xianjie smiled bitterly twice, and then said sadly: "You keep saying that you are compassionate, when you killed my brother that day, did you ask the reason, and you didn't want to kill it, even so, I don't need to explain to you, I only ask you, do you want to hand over your grief and anger?"

There was no expression on his sad face, and he said indifferently: "Amitabha, the girl should hurry down the mountain!"

Xianjie naturally knew the meaning of grief, and couldn't help but be a little angry, "Okay, since that's the case, I'll fight until you hand over someone." "Xianjie's words were sharp, her words were sharp, and she raised her sword and flew forward as she spoke, directly using the 'Eighteen Styles of Breaking the Sword' to take the sorrow, and others ignored it.

Xianjie flew straight to stab the sorrow, the tip of the sword was about to resist the sorrowful face, at the critical moment, the sorrowful face did not change, and instantly clamped the tip of the sword with the convergence of two palms, Xianjie could not pierce in, so she attached another hand, and collected eight successful forces directly into the sword body.

A strong internal force instantly transmitted the tip of the sword, and the sorrow also felt this internal force surging forward, and was shocked, "I can't imagine that this woman has such internal force cultivation at a young age, no wonder she can break the Arhat Array." ”

After only holding on for a moment, the sorrow suddenly felt that his strength was not enough, and he unconsciously kept retreating, and his elbows could not resist, and gradually retreated, and the sword in front of him was getting closer and closer to him.

Xianjie took advantage of the situation to approach Sorrow with all her strength, and her face frowned.

At this moment, a surging internal force suddenly surged towards Xianjie on the sword body, and Xianjie obviously felt the strength of this internal force.