The strength of the nine monks in charge of the attack was extremely strong, and the Zen energy emitted gradually accumulated in the Arhat array, and the air was also dyed a faint golden yellow. The self-blessing martial arts worked.

Xinzhi thought that Lu Xiaoyuan would be forced by the strength of Zen Buddhism to breathe poorly, but seeing that his expression was as usual, without any breathing effort, he thought to himself: "If it weren't for his cultivation of the Golden Cicada Divine Skill, the essence of true qi and Zen qi is the same, how could he support this for a long time?" and said loudly: "Get out of reincarnation and enter Nirvana." ”

Eighteen monks shouted in unison, forming a circle, and they kept moving, spinning around Lu Xiaoyuan, and from time to time someone attacked. At this time, Lu Xiaoyuan had to be on full alert to resist attacks from all directions.

Their footwork is very simple, it is a simple rotation, the faster and faster they turn, the eighteen figures seem to be connected together, Lu Xiaoyuan looks at it, it is all human figures, knife shadows, stick shadows, dazzling, he wants to resist, but he can't distinguish the direction of the attack at all, so he has to dance the bronze sword into a ball.

But the sound of clanging sounded loudly, which was made by the continuous collision of the blades of the eighteen monks and Lu Xiaoyuan's long sword.

The five sects watched the battle, only to see the eighteen monks illusion a yellow aperture, and there was a cyan gas mask within the yellow aperture, and the yellow aperture continued to extend out the golden rays, and the golden rays and the cyan light masks were closed as soon as they touched, which was a very peculiar situation.

In fact, if the eighteen monks fought separately, Lu Xiaoyuan would not be able to resist for so long, but this Arhat Formation is a Buddhist formation, and the Buddhists pay attention to compassion and do not kill hard, so there are very few killing moves in the Arhat Formation, aiming to wear down the enemy's strength and drag it to the end to surrender.

Sure enough, countless shadows dangled in front of Lu Xiaoyuan's eyes, and after looking at it for a long time, he became a little dizzy, plus he maintained the cyan light mask, which consumed a lot of true qi, and gradually lost his strength, and the cyan air mask began to dissipate.

If the Arhat Array continues to do it, then Lu Xiaoyuan will be exhausted and faint to the ground in the end, but since Xinzhi has already regarded him as a demon, of course he will not show mercy to his subordinates, and shouts loudly: "Exorcise demons and subdue demons!"

The yellow circle of light suddenly disappeared, and the eighteen monks each fell backwards, followed by a monk and shouted: "The demon is killed!" Swinging the knife at Lu Xiaoyuan, Lu Xiaoyuan's legs were already weak, and he sat down on the ground.

The monk retreated as soon as he struck, and a monk next to him held a golden bell and flew up, aiming the bell at Lu Xiaoyuan's head, sending out a strong force. Lu Xiaoyuan took a deep breath, the "Lei Yuan Palm" slapped out, his internal breath had not been evenly adjusted just now, when he slapped this palm, there were countless fine needles in his chest, and the thunder net and Zen Gang Qi encountered, and he was washed down when he landed, and rolled two somersaults on the spot.

The monk holding the bell retreated, and three more people attacked, and when the third person arrived, Lu Xiaoyuan's bronze sword flew up to the cooked copper stick and landed outside the Arhat array, and then the monks attacked in turn, and Lu Xiaoyuan could only resist with his palms.

But seeing the yellow shadow rushing up, fighting, and retreating one after another, I don't know when, blood began to splash in the formation, Lu Xiaoyuan suffered more and more injuries, and the blue shirt on his body had been dyed red, he still gritted his teeth and insisted, and the attacks of the monks did not stop.

Lu Xiaoyuan's body was in severe pain, and he thought in his heart: "You want me to beg for mercy, but I don't beg you for mercy, what is this pain." ”

Du Yunshan, the head of the Bugou Hall of the Emperor Society, stood up and said, "Master Xinzhi, this kid is the public enemy of the Five Sects, and he has no power to resist at the moment, so let's kill him with a heavy hand." ”

When the Arhat Formation has reached this point, it is said that the host should ask the other party if he knows his mistakes and repents, and if the other party is obsessed, the eighteen monks will eliminate the demons and defend the path. But Xinzhi was expressionless, neither asking questions nor killers, just watching the battle situation in the battle.

Seeing that Lu Xiaoyuan was beaten with a stick and slashed, it was worse than death, and some people began to feel dissatisfied with Xinzhi's approach, and there were many discussions.

Xin Che said coldly: "Mr. Du, Senior Brother Xinwu fell into the hands of this kid, I don't know how much humiliation he suffered, and he was killed at once, it's too cheap, right?"

Chun Yuxin sighed: "As a righteous path, even if the opponent is a heinous devil, we shouldn't torture him like this, otherwise what's the difference with the evil way?"

As soon as he said this, before Xin Che and the others could speak, Feng Ya Ge and the female disciples began to speak coquettishly: "Master, what reason can you talk to this thief? It is not too much to torture him to death." "If I were to say, I should cut off the flesh from his body piece by piece. ”

The five immortals of the Xuanmen of the Shenglang faction came to Zihua, Suhua, and Miaohua, Suhua still had a grudge against Lu Xiaoyuan because of his contemplation, but at this time, seeing that Lu Xiaoyuan was not intact, he felt pity for him, and turned his head to look at Zihua Zhenren, but saw that the senior brother in charge of the house had his eyes closed tightly, and his black beard trembled slightly, obviously his heart was not comfortable.

If it was someone else who suffered in the battle, Zihua would definitely speak up, but Lu Xiaoyuan was from the Shenglang faction, and he asked for mercy, which inevitably led to the suspicion of covering up, so although everyone was arguing, he was silent.

The Master of Mind folded his hands and bowed his head to chant the Buddha, as if he had entered another world, unaware of what was happening in front of him.

Nangong Siwen was because of Qinghua, how could he see how Lu Xiaoyuan was unpleasant, and the jade plate of the head was destroyed by Lu Xiaoyuan, he couldn't wait to kill him with one slap, and at this time he also shouted: "Boy, if you admit your guilt obediently, you will give you a happy one!"

But I heard Lu Xiaoyuan in the middle of the formation screaming: "I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong! There are many of you, it is easy to kill me, but it is difficult for me to admit my mistake.... Ahh

The sound was like the roar of a wild beast before it died, full of despair and grief, and everyone listened to it, and their hearts were furious.

Xin Zhi sighed: "Surpass him." ”

The eighteen monks stopped attacking in turn, and rose up together, waving their blades, and beckoned to the scarred Lu Xiaoyuan. They cultivated between the immortal position and the god position, and eighteen people attacked at the same time, and Lu Xiaoyuan was bound to turn into a puddle of meat.

At this moment, a green shadow flashed, rushing into the Arhat array from the gate of the Buddha Jue Temple, but it was only a blink of an eye. Everyone watching the battle only felt a flower in front of them, and before they could see what was going on, they heard the sound of exclamation, but they saw the eighteen monks flying into the air one after another, falling to the ground, one after another.

In front of Lu Xiaoyuan, I don't know when, there was one more person, this person was wearing a green robe, long hair and a shawl, and there was a melancholy in his handsome face, it was Qinghua Zhenren.

Under his feet, he took down the weapons of the eighteen monks, such as knives, copper sticks, golden bells, etc., and eighteen weapons surrounded him, and I don't know what method he used, in a short moment, he snatched the weapons of the eighteen monks and threw them all.