The person who howled was Lu Xiaoyuan, but seeing him holding a bronze sword, his face was full of anger, and he shouted loudly: "If you want to fight, you can do it quickly, how can the young master be a fish and meat to be slaughtered! Even if I die here, I will have to pull a few cushions!"

Only a few shouts were heard from two directions, and several figures rushed to the center of the square and attacked Lu Xiaoyuan. But it was a few disciples from the Feng Pavilion and the Seven Killing Sect.

Lu Xiaoyuan took a deep breath, the bronze sword slashed diagonally, and the sword qi of the broken wave slashed towards the two opponents. At this time, the wind sounded on his right, but it was a female disciple of Feng Ya Ge holding a jade flute, and a feminine cyan energy went straight to his head.

Lu Xiaoyuan leaned back, his legs swept out in a row, but he let out three exclamations, it turned out that he kicked down the disciples of the Wind Pavilion, and the Broken Wave Sword Qi shook the two disciples who blocked into serious injuries.

When everyone in the Five Sects heard his long howl just now, they were all secretly surprised: he, a martial artist in his twenties, actually possessed the true qi cultivation of a god-rank master. And the power of this sword and the move to defeat the female disciple of Feng Ya Pavilion can be regarded as superior among the masters of the god position.

Through this roar, the monks of Fojue Temple have been convinced that Lu Xiaoyuan is practicing the golden cicada magic skill, and the hatred is even stronger.

In the blink of an eye, these disciples were defeated by Lu Xiaoyuan's Six Dao Divine Sword Technique. Lu Xiaoyuan was indignant in his heart, and he showed no mercy in his hands, and these people were all seriously injured.

At this time, the anger of the people on the field increased, and they shouted: "Kill this traitor!" "Chop this little beast into pulp!" "If you don't kill this thief, you will not be a man!"

Lu Xiaoyuan looked around at everyone, except for the people from the Shenglang Sect who did not say anything, the rest of the people looked hideous, raised their blades in their hands, and were eager to try.

He sneered at Chun Yuxin: "Mr. Chun Yu, in fact, the disciples of your sect don't need to play, they have already done it with me in advance, don't you count it in your heart?"

Chun Yu Xinqi said: "What do you mean by this?"

Lu Xiaoyuan sneered: "I was attacked by four women on the way to Junji Mountain, their sword moves were "Mulan Dew", but the footwork under their feet was very special, I only thought they were the people of the Seven Killing Gate before, until I saw the disciples of your sect using the same footwork just now, I knew that I had misunderstood the Seven Killing Gate. ”

Just now, the female disciples of Feng Yage made the "Flowing Wind Back to Snow Step", and the masters of the five sects all knew this footwork. A female disciple behind Chun Yuxin shouted: "Someone who knows both the sword moves of the Seven Killing Sect and the footwork of his own sect, why is he not a disciple of the Seven Killing Sect?"

Lu Xiaoyuan pointed to the woman who was injured by him just now, and said, "Have you ever practiced Mulan Dew? Have you ever left Junji Mountain?"

Although the people of the five sects communicate with each other, and even some basic martial arts are even known to ordinary Jianghu martial artists, high-level martial arts such as "Flowing Wind and Returning to Snow" and "Mulan Dripping" are not passed on at will.

Before the woman could answer, Nangong Siwen shouted, "Gan Xue, you are indeed one of the ten top disciples sent by Feng Yage to study in this sect three years ago. ”

This time, everyone has no doubts. There were more than 100 Feng Ya Pavilion disciples present, if it weren't for Lu Xiaoyuan's impression of Gan Xue, how could he casually point out a person who had practiced Mulan Dew and had left Junji Mountain?

Chun Yuxin turned around, and suddenly said in a fierce voice: "Say, who are the other three?"

Gan Xue was startled, her eyes were red, and she whispered, "I... I don't know...."

Chun Yuxin snorted coldly and said, "This matter will not pass like this. He turned around and bowed his hand to Lu Xiaoyuan, and said, "The old man is not strict in discipline, and when all the people are found, he will be severely punished, and I apologize to Your Excellency." ”

But when he heard it, the monk said: "Tie the Arhat array." Eighteen yellow-clothed monks snatched it out and surrounded Lu Xiaoyuan, each holding a magic weapon in his hand, waiting for him.

The monk said: "Lu Xiaoyuan colluded with the Demon Sect and became enemies of the five sects, and everyone wanted to kill him quickly. Since Fojue Temple is the leader of the martial arts, it should come forward, and today it will be annihilated by the Arhat Array. ”

The implication of his words is that Lu Xiaoyuan fell into the devil's path, and Fojue Temple wants to kill him, this is a battle between good and evil that you live and die, and you can't say that Fojue Temple relies on the strong and bullies the weak. And the Arhat Array is famous for destroying demons and protecting the law, and when they encounter demons, they will get rid of them, whether they are insignificant demon cubs or monstrous trolls.

Lu Xiaoyuan said loudly: "Okay! I have heard that in the Arhat Formation, there are countless evil masters, so the master will come and try it!" The true qi poured into his whole body, and he swam to the top of the long sword, his clothes were hunting, and the long sword was full of green mangs.

Xin Zhi said loudly: "Burst." ”

Eighteen yellow-clothed monks knocked on the wooden fish, or shook the golden bell, or brandished the sword, or stood upright, but the sound was clear, crisp and pleasant, although the monks had different rhythms, all kinds of sounds were mixed, but they made up a tune containing the sacred and solemn atmosphere.

Lu Xiaoyuan shouted: "Look at the sword!" The bronze sword stabbed into the chest of the yellow-clothed monk in front of him, and the sword reached the middle of the way, and two sword rays were dangled, pointing at the left and right monks. It is the Shenglang faction's one-gasification Sanqing swordsmanship. It's just that he has studied art in the Shenglang School for a short time, and this trick is swift and not calm.

The two monks on the left and right held the wooden fish, took a step back, and the other two monks filled the position, and the three monks were all holding ring knives, and the three knives came out together, and Lu Xiaoyuan's offensive was exchanged, Lu Xiaoyuan's body trembled involuntarily, and Tengteng took three steps back.

At this time, the three monks waved their swords to counterattack, and Lu Xiaoyuan said in his heart: "These Cantonese monks are also immortal cultivators, and these three people are probably still god cultivators, I fight hard with them, but I suffer a little." At that moment, the long sword pointed at the three people, as if to meet the enemy, and when the sword was about to touch, the body quickly fell out, without looking back, and the right leg was pulled back, kicking the monk behind him.

The monk let out a "huh", obviously he didn't expect this, the golden shield in his hand was erected, and he didn't have time to transport his true qi, but he felt a strong rush and was kicked by Lu Xiaoyuan and staggered.

The two monks next to the monk, one with a familiar copper stick and one with a ring knife, both attacked. Lu Xiaoyuan felt that the cultivation of the monk with the stick was not high, so he took a step towards him, avoided the knife split, flipped his palm, and slapped it on the cooked copper stick.

He was unprepared for these few attacks on the enemy, and his body was elegant, and he was very good-looking, and everyone who watched the battle forgot for a while that he was the great opponent of the righteous path, and secretly applauded.

The martial arts of Fojue Temple pay attention to the diligent cultivation of hard work, not to be good at smart moves, fast footwork, Lu Xiaoyuan and eighteen monks fighting, left and right, uncertain, for a time did not fall behind.

But when I heard it, I couldn't stop saying loudly: "The Dharma is boundless, and the Arhats subdue demons." ”

Eighteen monks stood in two circles, one circle of people inside held weapons, and Lu Xiaoyuan fought head-on, and the outer circle of monks held wooden fish, golden bells and other things, performing blessing martial arts, and there were constantly golden charms floating out of the magic weapons, and after a while, a golden light curtain was woven outside the Arhat array.