Qingxu Zhenren originally thought that after laying down the True Martial Seven Interception Formation, he would be able to defeat the Demon Sword before and defeat this Xuanyuan Po.

I don't want this Xuanyuan to be so difficult, not to mention the subtlety of the stick method, on top of the short stick, there is also a very strange internal force, supplemented by the sound of wind and thunder when the short stick is waved, but it is impossible to win quickly.

Fortunately, the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation is to make up for the lack of strength of a single person, and to use the mystery of the formation to make up for the gap between the strengths and unify the strength of the people who set up the formation.

Therefore, on top of the consumption, it is also the average share of the people who set up the formation, which can greatly prolong the combat time. At the moment, the seven pure void real people also surrounded Xuanyuan Po, and they continued to divide and attack like a marquee, surrounding Xuanyuan Po in the heart.

And Xuanyuan Po is also very good, with only a pair of short sticks, in the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation, he rushes left and right, pointing to the east and west, but it is not weak.

Zilong got the help of Qingxu Zhenren and others, and finally avoided Xuanyuan Po's pursuit, and when he saw that Rang Lang was over, he immediately handed Xue Hanxiao to Lang Chuantian, and then immediately turned around and wanted to see how Xuanyuan Po was.

At this time, he naturally saw that Xuanyuan, who was invincible, was intercepted by Qingxu Zhenren and others with Zhenwu Seven Formations, surrounded by the center of the formation and attacked, for a moment or three, I was afraid that he would not be able to get out.

Seeing this situation, Zilong was also very happy, and couldn't help but want to kill him. It's just that he can also see that the seven interception formations of the True Martial Arts laid by this Qingxu Zhenren and others can't be splashed with water.

If you rush in, not only will you not help Qingxu Zhenren and others, but it will also hinder them, and if you can't say anything, you will let Xuanyuan break out of trouble.

At that moment, Zilong was also carrying a long sword, standing outside the Zhenwu Seven Interception Array, sweeping the formation for Qingxu Zhenren and others, and did not step forward to cause chaos.

And the Demon Sect and the others over there, seeing that their own lord was being besieged, Huang Yi couldn't help but step forward and scolded: "What I said yesterday is that Xu Zilong will fight a fair battle with our lord! Now your Wudang faction is backsliding, suddenly using spicy hands, and besieging our lord with seven masters, is this your Wudang ability?"

The disciples and elders of the Wudang Sect were furious when they heard this, and they immediately prepared to draw their swords and stepped forward to teach Huang Yi a lesson.

And the people of the Demon Sect are not afraid, and they are also holding all kinds of blades, and they are ready to fight with the people of the Wudang Sect.

How could Zilong be willing to let these disciples of the Wudang Sect lose their lives at will because of their own affairs. At that moment, he said loudly: "Qingxu Zhenren, this person from the Demon Sect is right, we agreed before, this time it is me and Xuanyuan Po fighting alone, not a confrontation between the two of you, and please let Xuanyuan Po come out, so that we can complete the agreed battle!"

Unexpectedly, before the real person could speak, Xuanyuan Po over there smiled loudly, his hair moved, and the sound shook the whole square and said: "Haha! Boy, you have a bit of a bright and upright momentum, but the old man doesn't need you to ask for help, and see that I broke this bullshit formation!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that Xuanyuan broke the two short sticks and danced more urgently, and his body was also erratic.

Qingxu Zhenren and the others also attacked urgently, without the slightest intention of letting Xuanyuan break out.

In fact, this time Xuanyuan Po took the Demon Sect and hit Wudang Mountain twice in succession, the first time he snatched the Jingzhou Ding handed down by the patriarch Zhang Sanfeng, and the second time it was even more excessive, occupying the mountain gate of the Wudang faction, and also injured Xiao Zhu Houxi, the son of King Xing, and killed six relatives of King Xing Zhu Youqi.

This kind of humiliation, if it is placed on top of the martial arts, will definitely damage the prestige of Wudang in the court. I'm afraid that it is possible to lose the prestige it is today.

Therefore, the Qingxu Zhenren led the six elders of the Wudang Sect with the highest martial arts to face this famous Northern Illusion with the Wudang Sect's Great Array and the True Martial Seven Interception Formation.

In the hearts of Qingxu Zhenren, this battle must be won, because this battle is related to whether the prestige of the Wudang faction can be preserved.

In the midst of the urgent attack of Qingxu Zhenren and others, Xuanyuan Po was like a pedestrian who was supported alone in a storm, and at any time and anywhere, it seemed to be taken down by Qingxu Zhenren and others.

But every time he was able to dodge the attacks of Qingxu Zhenren and others by a fraction of a second, he continued to deal with the big array of this Wudang faction.

In the blink of an eye, the eight people fought with no less than three hundred moves, Xuanyuan Po had already pushed the martial arts to the extreme, and the seven people of the Wudang faction were all wisps of white smoke above their heads, but it was also a manifestation of their skills to the extreme.

It's just that although the fight was extremely fierce, Xuanyuan Po did not hurt the seven members of the Wudang faction for the time being, nor did he find a chance to break through the seven interception formations of the real martial arts, and the seven people of the Wudang faction did not hurt the corners of Xuanyuan Po's clothes.

The people of the Demon Sect waited for a while, Huang Yi's eyesight was good, and he could find that if Xuanyuan Po maintained his current state and remained undefeated after fighting hundreds of moves, then the seven people of the Wudang Sect would not be able to keep up with the loss of this skill, and they would eventually break the formation.

And the other people of the Demon Sect don't have such eyesight.

They all just felt that the invincible lord who didn't use three moves to kill people on weekdays was entangled with the seven white-headed old Taoist priests of the Wudang faction for a long time, and they were all worried in their hearts.

Immediately, a person from the Demon Sect burst into applause, ready to drink black and white again, and released Xuanyuan to break, and his words were also a little different from before, vowing that if he didn't release people again, he would be killed in groups.

When the black and white Dao had not yet reacted, unexpectedly, the Zhenwu Palace suddenly sounded a loud Buddha horn, and a group of monks wearing yellow clothes and holding weapons such as Zen staffs, convenient shovels, and swords drove in from outside the Zhenwu Palace.

The first few people were monks in red robes, and Monk Zhou You, who was dressed in black monk robes, followed these monks. Obviously, this time it was the Shaolin faction that was as famous as the Wudang faction.

The people of the Demon Sect, who were originally extremely arrogant, couldn't help but stir when they saw the monks of the Shaolin Sect suddenly enter through the gate of the Zhenwu Palace.

Fortunately, Huang Yi, the eldest disciple of the Demon Sect, was quite calm, and commanded the people of the Demon Sect to close the defense line, gather together, occupy the square in the southwest, and retreat for the Demon Sect, guarding a side gate.

However, under the leadership of those Shaolin monks, the Shaolin faction entered the square in the southeast of the vacant position, confronted the demon faction from afar, and echoed with the Wudang faction and the underworld strong man.

After standing, Master Wu Neng, the contemporary abbot of Shaolin, with a square head and big ears, a round body, and a shy belly, held a purple gold Zen staff, and lined up in the direction of the Wudang faction, and said loudly: "Amitabha, the demons of the Demon Sect are making trouble, and the Sect has received the news and is uninvited, and I ask the colleagues of the Wudang faction not to blame!"

Master Wuneng said this, in fact, because he needed to take care of the face of the Wudang faction. After all, it was the Wudang faction that the Demon Sect besieged, and the Shaolin faction came uninvited, although it meant to help, but in the eyes of outsiders, it inevitably meant that the Wudang faction was invincible.

Although the fact is that the Wudang faction does not have the underworld led by the Dongting Gang, as well as the Shaolin faction, Zilong, Xue Hanxiao and others to help, it is likely that they are really invincible, and even if they win, it will be a tragic victory.

But this can't be said on the bright side, otherwise it will despise the strength of the Wudang faction and hurt the face of the Wudang faction.

At this time, the head of Wudang, the Qingxu Zhenren, took the six Wudang elders to set up a formation to fight against Xuanyuan Po, and all the spirit was put into it, where did he have the energy to return the salute.

Fortunately, before he set up the formation, he had already explained that everyone in the Wudang Sect obeyed a thin and tall man with long eyebrows like a bamboo pole.

This person is a master of the previous generation of Wudang, named Li Mingde, and the Taoist name is Wuyuan, but the people in the rivers and lakes call him Changmei Daoren.

Among the seven Wudang people who besieged the magic knife and almost took the life of the magic knife with the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation, there was this long-eyebrow Taoist.

It is only because the Changmei Dao people are old and in poor spirits, so they no longer walk in the rivers and lakes, and their reputation gradually fades from the loud they used to be.

This time can be described as a major crisis in Wudang, and the elder of Wudang, who has always cultivated and does not care about the world, has to go out of the mountain to suppress the formation.

At the moment, seeing the Shaolin send, this thin and tall, with long eyebrows hanging down his eyes, although his face was full of wrinkles, but still ruddy, the old Taoist priest couldn't help but salute back, and said: "Immeasurable Tianzun, the Demon Sect is raging, and the Sect is fighting hard to resist, but there is still some strength to be missed, Shaolin colleagues come to help, and they are overjoyed, and the poor Dao represents the Wudang faction, but it is to welcome the master and you!"

The meaning of this sentence is also the meaning on the surface, which means that the Wudang faction is still quite grateful for the Shaolin faction's uninvited arrival.

When Master Wuneng heard this, he was also like Maitreya Buddha, his face bloomed, he nodded, and after a few polite words, he pointed to a red-clothed lama next to him, and then introduced to the Wudang faction and everyone present: "This is the master of the Great Snow Mountain of Wusizang, the Great Jue Dharma King, and the infinite senior brother of the Infinite Sect has no rebellion! I heard that the senior brother of Wuxian passed away, and he specially came from Wusizang. Now, together with the poor monks and others, they have come to subdue demons and eliminate demons!"

The red-clothed lama was burly, two heads taller than Master Zhi Wuneng, but his face was golden, his expression was solemn, and he did not smile.

Hearing Master Wu Neng's introduction to him, he just nodded, said hello in Chinese, and retreated to the camp of Shaolin Temple.

The Changmei Daoist also went to Wusizang when he was young, and knew that although there were few people on this plateau, he also retained a lot of martial arts.

Moreover, the martial arts are always quite different from the martial arts of the Central Plains, which is very wonderful. Seeing that the red-clothed lama didn't say anything, he just smiled faintly, but he didn't mind.

Seeing this, Master Wuneng immediately retreated into the camp of the Shaolin faction. After he retreated, the great monks also began to chant the scriptures.