The Dharma Arhat Array, inherited for hundreds of years, is the treasure of Shaolin Town Temple with the Dharma Yijin Sutra. www.biquge.info It is said that more than 100 years ago, the martial saint Mu Canghai broke into the Shaolin Temple of Songshan and fought about 100 and 8 Arhats.

After several days and nights of fierce fighting, a dragon and tiger battle was staged, and finally the two sides ended in a draw, and Wu only retreated from Mu Canghai, and there was no hope of breaking the formation.

Dharma Hall Dragon, Tiger, Lion, Elephant Four Divine Monks, Shaolin Youth Generation's top masters.

Joining forces to set up the Dharma Arhat Array, although it is not as complicated and mysterious as the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Array, it is also extremely powerful, and few people can match it.

This time, Master Yanhui summoned Fang Baiyi to Shaolin for trial, and he was full of ambition, thinking that it was easy to come.

Before leaving, Master Yanhui had warned many times that Fang Baiyi was refining the gods and turning into nothingness, and his martial arts were already unfathomable, so he must not be careless and underestimate the enemy, and he fell into the reputation of Shaolin.

The four great monks were respectful on the surface, but they all felt resentful in their hearts, thinking that Master Yanhui looked too highly at Fang Baiyi, and with his age, even if he practiced martial arts since his mother's womb, how high his cultivation could be.

At present, there are only a few moves, and the anger is surging, like a stormy wave, brushing his cheeks like a knife, and the four great monks are suddenly discolored, all of them are secretly shocked.

No one can recognize the innate infinite body protection god, shaking the past and the present.

Under the influence of Fang Baiyi's nearly hundred years of skill, the arc-shaped qi of several feet long repeatedly burst from the palm of his hand, hovering and whistling in the air, silver and dazzling, as if to cut the sky apart.

The full moon scimitar broke through the air like a scimitar, and the exposed rocks cracked like tofu, and the strength was undiminished, and the trees a few feet away broke silently, and the cut surface was smooth as a mirror, like a divine weapon cutting through.

Invincible, indestructible, and unbreakable, with the martial arts cultivation of the four great monks, they dare not beat their edge.

He is also proficient in the formation theory, specializing in the strange door is easy to count, and the wonderful footwork is unpredictable, and the figure is disillusioned between the ups and downs of the footsteps, and has seized the main position in the formation several times.

If it weren't for the fact that the four great gods and monks had the same mind, frequently changed formations, and changed directions, I am afraid that they would have been in a hurry and tired of coping.

Many masters of Eastern Huoyun City suddenly arrived, calling the array white, and the hostility was very strong.

Among them, the young man Kong Wu is powerful, dressed in brocade clothes, the black iron heavy sword in his hand is as wide as five fingers, and his eyebrows are vaguely similar to Li Qinghong, presumably it is Li Qinghuan, the young city lord of Dongfang Huoyun City.

Seeing Fang Baiyi fighting endlessly with the four great monks, a cold glint flashed in Li Qinghuan's eyes, a cruel smile escaped from the corner of his mouth, and his arm waved his halberd to point at the pitiful little who was watching the battle.

All the Fire Hall masters rushed out, and the sword flashed out of its sheath, and it slashed straight towards the little pitiful with the momentum of wind and thunder.

But it was already on guard, and there was a loud sound, and the little poor drew his sword out of the sheath, and stepped forward, the sword in his hand soared, and he actually expected the enemy to take the lead, and all of them blocked the way of many masters in the Flame Hall.

The faces of many masters in the Flame Hall changed suddenly, they never thought that the little poor was so clever, the short sword was in the air, and many masters seemed to take the initiative to bump into it.

It was too late to change his moves, so he hurriedly turned his weapon and sealed the portal in front of him.

It's just a phoenix feather sword divine weapon, cutting gold and jade, sharpening iron like mud, the cold light crosses the sky, like a white rainbow, the sword is broken in response, the two can't dodge, the blade penetrates the body, and they suddenly die under the little pitiful sword.

The rest of the masters were shocked, the swords in their hands were slashed, the sound of breaking the air was endless, and they were strictly guarded, and they no longer dared to rush forward.

Li Qinghuan was furious when he saw this, and shouted: "The stinky girl is so vicious, she dares to kill my subordinates of the Flame Hall, I can't spare you today, I will definitely let your blood splash on the spot." ”

After that, the black iron long sword came out of its sheath, and the sky was full of black light, like a black cloud pressing the city, and went straight to the little pitiful cover, the momentum was heavy, the momentum was terrifying, and the masters of the Flame Hall besieged the little pitiful.

In the Arhat array, Fang Baiyi's two thick eyebrows were raised, obviously angry.

Dongfang Huoyun City prides itself on being chivalrous, but acts so despicablely, he does not hesitate to bully the widow with the public, and does not pay attention to the rules of the rivers and lakes at all. Worried that the little pity would lose, the shot became more and more aggressive, forcing the four great monks to retreat step by step.

The four great monks had already put away their contempt, and each pulled out a pitch-black short stick that was more than a foot long, waving it with a whining sound, and fighting against Fang Baiyi, but they were at a disadvantage, defending more than attacking, and they were powerless to turn things around.

If it weren't for the exquisiteness of the Dharma Arhat Formation, which was the most suitable for joining forces to fight the enemy, the four great monks were afraid that they would have been defeated.

Fang Baiyi's footsteps were staggered, and his figure was already out of the formation when he swayed, as if he was in a no-man's land.

The Wujin folding fan swayed a few feet long and cold, as if it was suspended in the air, silver and white, and swept towards Li Qinghuan and the others to relieve the pitiful siege.

Nangong Hao and Tonghuan, who were standing on the sidelines watching the battle, shouted in unison: "Fang Baiyi, your grievances with the Nangong family are settled with you today." ”

Tonghuan's arm circled, and the strong palm force slammed on, blocking Fang Baiyi's help.

Nangong Hao's sword flew into the air, and the tip of the sword shook a heavy phantom, breaking through the air and attacking, stabbing at Fang Baiyi's ribs, making a strange and ruthless shot, attacking him and saving it.

The martial arts of the two are not weak, and Tonghuan has been practicing hard for decades, and he is among the top masters.

Fang Baiyi didn't dare to be careless, sighed secretly, flipped his body, avoided Nangong Hao's long sword, and slashed out with anger in his left hand, and the wind howled, shaking Tonghuan away.

Tonghuan was unusually slippery, and without waiting for Fang Baiyi's palm to split, he flew back with his strength, and after landing, he was shocked and his blood surged, and he still tried his best to split several palm forces to block Fang Baiyi's help.

Nangong Hao's long sword opened and closed vertically and horizontally, and the Dao practiced the cold mang, drawing out a heavy sword curtain to block Fang Baiyi's way.

The rabbit lifted, the bright yellow monk's robe fluttered, the four great monks flew down in the air, surrounded the square white clothes, the formation changed, the pitch black short stick was raised at the same time, the moves were fierce, and the white clothes were fighting.

Nangong Hao and Tonghuan joined forces and responded outside the Arhat formation, separating Fang Baiyi and Xiao Piptian, looking at each other, but they couldn't help.

I only hope that Li Qinghuan's spicy hands will destroy the flowers, and he will be able to severely damage the little pity, causing Fang Baiyi to be distracted, injured under the hands of the four great monks, and captured in one fell swoop, and sent to Shaolin for trial.

The little poor is smart and clever, so he doesn't know the plans of Nangong Hao and the others.

But it was the silver teeth that were secretly biting, the footwork under his feet was moving, the heavenly divine skills were transported to the extreme, and the heavenly swordsmanship chased the soul and took his life, and he fought with Li Qinghuan and others without saying a word, lest he disturb Fang Baiyi and distract him.

It's just that Li Qinghuan's martial arts are extremely high, and he has achieved some success in cultivating Huoyun Divine Skills, and he is a young master in the rivers and lakes.

Knowing Fang Baiyi's whereabouts, the masters of the Flame Hall came out and came to chase and kill Fang Baiyi. The black iron heavy sword in his hand is heavy and powerful, and the fire cloud is destroyed, and the sword body is dark red, like a red soldering iron in a furnace, and the moxibustion heat is unstoppable.

That's all right, it has made Xiao Pitian tired of coping, and with the help of many masters of the Flame Hall, he is besieging on all sides, and he is becoming more and more stretched.

Although the eight steps of the Lost Trace are exquisite, the figure is disillusioned like a ghost, and it is most suitable for maneuvering in the melee.

But under the siege of masters like Li Qinghuan, the golden and iron crossfire shook his arm sore, and the space for maneuvering was gradually compressed, and after dozens of moves, he was already completely at a disadvantage, and it was difficult to support.

Sweaty and drenched, wheezing a little rapid, the true qi in the body is agitated, stimulating the meridians to make faint pain, quite powerless, and it has reached the end of the strong crossbow.

Seeing that the victory was in hand, Li Qinghuan couldn't help but laugh proudly, and shouted: "Fang Baiyi, if you don't tie your hands yet, can you really bear to let this delicate little girl's blood splash on the spot, and Xiang Xiaoyu died?"

Fang Baiyi slashed out several palms one after another, forcing the four great monks to retreat, his eyes were cold, he looked at Li Qinghuan, and said angrily: "If you dare to hurt her in the slightest, even if you chase her to the sky, Fang Mou will break your body into thousands of pieces, and you will not die!"

Knowing that the little poor was in a dangerous situation and could not be delayed, Fang Baiyi's eyes were faintly shining, and the murderous intent in his heart suddenly rose.

Shaolin ranks at the head of the six major sects in the rivers and lakes, and is in charge of the rivers and lakes, and the disciples in the sect are all over the north and south of the river, and the power is huge, and no one dares to provoke easily.

Fang Baiyi had scruples, at first he only wanted to beat the four great monks back, and he didn't want to kill or injure people, so he made enemies with Shaolin, so that the grievances between each other could no longer be resolved.

Now the little pity is in danger, but the four great monks are ignorant and strong, and they are still fighting endlessly. Fang Baiyi's heart was angry, he couldn't care about it anymore, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he was about to kill.

It's just that before the words fell, I heard the sound of my clothes breaking through the air, and a figure flew into the field from the air with a roar, covering his body in a black robe, and his eyes were cold. The eye sockets are deep, and the cheeks are dark blue, resembling skeletons and ghosts.

It was the ghost master who was previously frightened by Murong Qiushuang with a cold soul ice spirit sword, whose origin was unknown, but he was extremely high in martial arts, and he was among the top masters.

The snake-like eyes swept across the field, and the ghost master let out a strange laugh and sneered: "The Eastern Fire Cloud City is really becoming more and more unsuccessful, and the elite of the Flame Hall is embarrassed by a girl, and they are not afraid of falling into their own name, making friends on the rivers and lakes laugh shamefully, so it seems that Li Zhenhai is not enough!"

"Old ghost, don't talk nonsense here and slander Dongfang Huoyun City, otherwise this young city lord will definitely let your blood be spattered on the spot and die here!" Li Qinghuan was furious, and the black iron heavy sword pointed directly at the ghost master, and the qi machine was released, locked away, and said angrily.

The ghost master didn't hear it, and turned a blind eye, but he looked at Fang Baiyi, and said: "Fang Baiyi, hand over the Linglong organ if you know each other, and this master will solve your difficulties, otherwise, don't blame this master for falling into the well." ”

I have never seen Fang Baiyi's martial arts, I don't know the depth, seeing the situation in the field, I think Fang Baiyi is in a dilemma, and his tone is quite big.

Fang Baiyi snorted coldly, the moves in his hand changed, and he was no longer merciful, and his power was more than one step higher than just now.

The dragon monk didn't notice it, and he bore the brunt of it, and was suddenly shaken away, and the person was already vomiting blood in the air, and he fell to the ground. In hundreds of fierce battles, the four great monks relied on the Dharma Arhat Formation to fight on a par with Fang Baiyi.

Although he was secretly shocked that Fang's white-clothed martial arts were unfathomable, Master Yanhui did not say anything, and the four of them were still at a disadvantage when they joined forces, but with the help of the Dharma Arhat Formation, they would not be defeated.

It's just that he didn't expect Fang Baiyi to be afraid of the Shaolin forces, and he was merciless, thinking that Fang Baiyi was just like that, and the dragon monk was seriously injured and fell to the ground under carelessness, and the Dharma Arhat array was broken.

Fang Baiyi's figure circled, the sound of Zheng Zheng was endless, and the Heavenly Tribulation Finger broke through the air attack, and the cave gold cracked the stone, which was indestructible, and beat the other three monks to the point that they had no power to fight back.

The tiger monk's footwork was a little slower, and his left shoulder pierced a hole the thickness of his thumb, and he was almost shocked to break the pipa bone, and he was so frightened that his soul rose.

With the help of the lion and elephant monks, they retreated a few feet away and never dared to act rashly.

Nangong Hao and Tonghuan's faces changed suddenly, and when they saw Fang Baiyi breaking out of the formation, severely damaging the four great monks of Shaolin, how could they dare to block it, and retreated in panic, lest Fang Baiyi be angry.

The ghost master looked stunned, obviously unexpected, but he still raised his palm and slashed out, and the cold palm power condensed the water vapor in the air, turning into a white wave of qi, and rolled straight towards Fang Baiyi, preventing Fang Baiyi from getting out of the predicament.

The Heavenly Tribulation Finger broke through the air with a clanging sound, like a sharp arrow cutting through the white vast air waves, shooting towards the ghost master's thin palm.

Another finger force stabbed at Li Qinghuan in the air, separated by a few zhang, but it was endless, the finger force was condensed but not dispersed, and there was still a hole in the gold and cracked stones, and there was no indestructible power.

This alone is by no means comparable to the Soul Searching Finger.

Li Qinghuan's eyes burst into a cold light, trying his best to avoid the Heavenly Tribulation Finger, the black iron heavy sword circled, but he no longer kept it, and attacked the little poor with all his might, vowing to kill the little poor before Fang Baiyi arrived.

Fang Baiyi's pupils contracted, and he saw a sword light attacking from a distance, and someone flew in with an imperial sword, and the cold soul and ice spirit pointed directly at Li Qinghuan.

The sword has not arrived, and the strength has been cut like a knife.

Li Qinghuan was shocked, and he couldn't care about the little pity anymore, his body rose to the sky, and he moved more than ten zhang away, so that he could avoid the sword coming from the sky.

The sword qi disappeared, and there was an extra beautiful figure in the field, dressed in white and snow, like an elf who does not eat fireworks in the world, and it seems that the immortals are as cold as frost.

There is no trace of warmth in the eyes, and where it passes, it makes people feel like falling into an ice cave, and the cold soul and ice spirit sword in their hands exudes a terrifying chill, which is close to the heart.

It is known as the first beauty in the rivers and lakes, Murong Qiushuang, the pearl of the Murong family.

Fang Baiyi pointed out several fingers one after another, forcing the ghost master to retreat, his figure was disillusioned, and he appeared out of thin air among the many masters of the Flame Hall. hated that he acted despicably, shot mercilessly, and stabbed his fingers.

The full moon scimitar-like infinite qi and the invincible Crossing the Heaven Tribulation Finger were just a few breaths of work, almost slaughtering many masters of the Flame Hall, with countless casualties.

Stretch out your hand to support the already crumbling little pitiful, press the palm on the big vertebral point on the back, and slowly cross the pure internal force, helping the little pitiful to adjust his breathing evenly to restore his true qi.

The little pitiful smiled, but her beautiful cheeks were full of fatigue, her apricot eyes were full of affection, she stared at Fang Baiyi for a moment, and began to close her eyes and breathe.

"Qiushuang, why are you ......" Li Qinghuan stood firm, and saw that it was Murong Qiushuang who made the shot, and couldn't help but say in a hurry, but under the light of Murong Qiushuang's eyes like ice and snow, he stopped abruptly, and he was worried in his heart, and he didn't dare to say any more.

Murong Qiushuang's lips opened lightly, and he said slowly: "Qiushuang is also called by you?" Li Qinghuan, you really ate the bear's heart and leopard gall, and killed yourself!"

The sound is crisp, but it is like coming out of an ice cave and cold cellar, which makes people shudder.

Li Qinghuan's expression was full of displeasure, and he frowned and said: "Miss Murong, Dongfang Huoyun City rushed to Gusu to propose marriage at the beginning of the month, and the old lady of the Murong family had already agreed a few days ago, and now you are Li's fiancée, does the Mu family want to go back on your word and not believe it?"

"The Murong family will naturally not break its word, but the rivers and lakes are sinister, if you die young, this marriage will naturally cease to exist. Murong Qiushuang's eyes were even colder, revealing a hidden killing intent.

"Hahaha......"

Li Qinghuan raised his head and laughed wildly a few times, his expression was arrogant, and he said: "The master of Dongfang Huoyun City is like a cloud, and his strength is directly chasing Shaolin Wudang, who dares to brush the tiger's whiskers lightly in the rivers and lakes, besides, I, Li Qinghuan, am not a vegetarian, and if I want to kill me, I have to ask if I agree to the sword in my hand." ”

Murong Qiushuang was silent, but his eyes were as bright as a knife, and he slowly raised the Cold Soul Ice Spirit Sword, pointing at Li Qinghuan from afar, and the whole person became more and more cold.

"You...... You want to kill me? You want to murder your husband before you have passed the door!" Li Qinghuan's face was shocked, and his color immediately changed, and he was extremely angry, and shouted loudly.

The Cold Soul Ice Spirit Sword flashed with silver, and Murong Qiushuang stepped forward, more than ten zhang apart, but it seemed to step over, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the throat of Li Qinghuan, and in an instant, the cold light skyrocketed, as if hundreds of swords were stabbed at the same time.

Li Qinghuan's pupils contracted suddenly, and he swung the black iron heavy sword, swinging a heavy sword curtain to block the Cold Soul Ice Spirit Sword.

The sound of gold and iron resonated, the sound of 'clanging' was endless, and in an instant, the sword body collided nearly a hundred times, the figures were staggered, bringing up the virtual shadows, the black clouds filled the sky, and the lightning was as violent as the sea.

The four great monks stood up with each other, the tiger monk pressed the wound on his shoulder, looked at Fang Baiyi, and said hatefully: "You are really a disciple of the one-armed man Demon Dragon Yifeng, Fang Baiyi, plant the cause today, he will get fruit tomorrow, Shaolin will never stop there, from now on, you will be the enemy of the world, and it is difficult for you to have a place." ”

Fang Baiyi's palm did not leave the pitiful back, and said lightly: "If Shaolin insists on pointing to the deer as a horse and reversing black and white, Fang Mou will have nothing to say, but Fang Mou will not be responsible for the consequences arising from this, you can do it yourself." ”

The tiger monk snorted heavily, and the two monks, the lion and the elephant, supported the dragon monk and got up and walked away.

Nangong Hao and Tonghuan hurriedly followed, not daring to linger for a moment. originally thought that the four great monks of Shaolin Dharma Hall made a move, no matter how high Fang Baiyi's martial arts were, he didn't dare to provoke a behemoth like Shaolin, so he could only obediently go to Shaolin and become a prisoner.

But he didn't want the four great gods and monks to return in vain, so he almost gave away his life and erected a strong enemy, but he was afraid that the Nangong family would not be at peace in the future.

"One-armed Demon Dragon Yifeng?" the ghost master......'s eyes turned, sneered a few times, and the figure soared into the air, volleying into the void, and disappeared in an instant, disappearing from the field of vision.

The cold light swept through the air like lightning, blood splashed, Li Qinghuan snorted miserably, fell several feet away, and his arm cut a hole more than a foot long, drenched in blood.

If it hadn't been for the dodge in time, the arm would have been almost cut off.

The inexplicable cold air invaded the body along the wound, and where it passed, ice crystals condensed on the surface of the skin, which was terrifying. Huoyun's divine skill was so strong that it couldn't be resolved, Li Qinghuan's face changed suddenly, and he left in a panic.

Murong Qiushuang's sword was not returned to the sheath, his flawless face seemed to be carved from cold ice, and he said slowly: "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that I, Murong Qiushuang, love you, let my reputation be damaged, Fang Baiyi, borrow your head today, tell the world, and return my innocence." ”