Comprehensive martial arts: Infinitely simplified, the sword crushes Li Hanyi at the beginning

Chapter 439 The heroes of the world versus the Shaolin monks

At the same time, in the square in front of the Main Hall.

In mid-air, a translucent light curtain gradually covered it.

"This is Shaolin's mountain-protecting formation," someone in the crowd exclaimed, recognizing the origin of the light curtain.

"What, Shaolin has activated the mountain protection formation. Is this going to trap us all here?"

"After killing so many heroes, are you Shaolin monks really not afraid of being attacked by the entire martial arts community?"

"I didn't expect Shaolin to actually do this. If I had known I would have run away just now, it would be over now."

"It's over, it's over now. Two great masters at the pinnacle of land gods are facing each other. Who can beat them? Not to mention, there are other masters in Shaolin. Today, we all have to stay here in Shaolin." .

"Grandma, if you want to kill me, I will fight with you Shaolin bald donkeys."

Shaolin activated the mountain-protecting formation, and it was obvious what the intention was behind it.

For a time, thousands of people in the arena became restless, fearful, denounced, or cursed.

At this moment, Xuan Nan also led hundreds of Shaolin masters to come here for support.

These hundreds of people are the top masters accumulated by Shaolin for thousands of years. At a glance, half a step on the land, most of them are super-grade warriors in the realm of celestial phenomena, Zhixuan, and Vajra. The remaining people also have powerful auras, and none of them are He is not an elite master who is about to break through the martial arts entrance.

"Senior Brother Abbot, Junior Brother has led the masters in the temple to protect our lineage and kill demons." Xuannan clasped his hands together and bowed to Xuanci.

With the participation of hundreds of top experts, Xuanci's heart instantly calmed down, and his face regained its calm look.

He turned to look at the panicked people in the martial arts world who were about to collapse: "Fellow martial artists, today I in Shaolin do not want to go on a killing spree. I just want to kill Su Qingxuan and all the demons."

"Put down the butcher's knife now, there is still a chance to turn around, Amitabha."

Originally, these people in the world were already frightened, but now that they heard Zai Xuanci's persuasion to surrender, they already had a faint intention of surrender in their hearts.

Seeing this scene, Xuanci smiled even more.

But at this moment, an inappropriate voice sounded.

"Bullshit".

"Don't even think about it. The background of Xuanci and Shaolin has been exposed by Su Shaoxia. If it spreads, Shaolin's reputation will be completely ruined."

"In this case, how could Xuanci let me leave alive?"

"Instead of thinking that Shaolin can be merciful and let us live, it is better to use the sword in your hand to kill a bloody path."

After hearing this, the people in the world who were already a little shaken came to their senses one after another.

That's right.

If anyone is let go today, Shaolin's ugly face will be completely exposed, and what will greet Shaolin will be spurned and even besieged by the entire world.

In this case, how could Shaolin risk the destruction of its orthodoxy and let them leave.

Suddenly, everyone's attitude changed again, and the desire to fight to the death arose again.

Xuanci frowned and looked at the crowd, searching for the person who just spoke.

After seeing the man's appearance clearly, Xuanci's eyes suddenly froze.

The person who spoke just now was none other than Wang Tianfang, who had previously regarded Xuan Ci as Ouyang.

"Wang Tianfang," Xuanci scolded angrily in a low voice, "I thought you were a wise man, but I didn't expect you to be a stubborn demon."

Wang Tianfang sneered disdainfully: "Shut up, shameless old thief, I mistakenly regarded a treacherous and evil person as a person of great benevolence and righteousness. Today I will use my life to kill demons and eliminate demons." He shouted loudly and held up his hand The long knife, with a life-threatening attitude, rushed towards the Shaolin monk in front of him.

"Haha, good man, that's a good scolding. Xuanci is indeed a shameless old thief." Xiao Yuanshan also laughed and immediately went to kill Xuanci.

"If you want to hurt the abbot, you have to go through me first." On the Shaolin side, a burly monk with half his shoulders bare stepped out to meet Xiao Yuanshan.

"Father, let me help you," Qiao Feng shouted and stepped forward.

"You have learned the martial arts from Shaolin, but today you rebelled against Shaolin. It's really abominable. I'm here to clear the door for Shaolin." Another old monk with long eyebrows jumped out and faced Qiao Feng.

"What are you waiting for? If you don't fight now, wait until later." Murong Bo raised his arms and shouted, then led Murong Fu towards the queue of Shaolin monks.

"Brother, I'm here to help you." Duan Yu walked through the crowd with light steps, flashing the fingers of his hands, firing out the sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and got entangled with a group of Shaolin monks. In the fight.

"Yu'er, be careful." Duan Yanqing's expression changed. He was worried about his son's safety and hurriedly chased after him to assist Duan Yu.

Seeing Duan Yanqing come to help him, Duan Yu felt doubts and confusion in his heart.

But the situation was critical at this moment, and he didn't have the intention to ask more questions. He just nodded to Duan Yanqing and showed a kind smile.

Seeing Duan Yu smiling at him, Duan Yanqing felt fulfilled and happy in his heart: "Yu'er smiled at me, he smiled at me, my son smiled at me, hahaha."

Under the impact of this strong sense of happiness, Duan Yanqing felt that there was endless energy in his whole body. He was swinging the two iron staffs in his hands like a windmill. At a glance, it looked like a walking windmill.

"Wow, my brother Yue is here." Yue Laosan held the big iron scissors with his hands and rushed towards the Shaolin monk with a strange scream.

Hong Qigong and Qiu Qianren looked at each other and both entered the battle.

"I pride myself on being as good as anyone in the Five Arts. Today I will use my iron palm to compete with Qi Gong's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms." Qiu Qianren laughed arrogantly, and kept slapping his hands, shooting out a series of waves. Palm print.

"Okay, okay, Gang Leader Qiu's performance is indeed as good as that of the old beggar." Hong Qigong also smiled and waved his hand to create a golden dragon shadow.

Huang Yaoshi, dressed in purple, escorted Huang Rong to Nangong Pushe and Xu Weixiong.

"You two girls, please protect Ronger's safety." After saying that, he also twirled the jade flute in his hand and rushed forward.

The leader of the Cao Gang, Cao Tianxiong, looked fierce and shouted: "Shaolin thief, give back my grandson's life."

Under the leadership of these masters, the originally panicked people found their backbone in an instant, and all the hesitation and timidity in their hearts receded. They held their chests high and their heads high, swords in hand, and attacked the Shaolin monks. And go.

Thousands of people from both sides were fighting together, their anger was overwhelming, and their shouts of killing filled the sky.

Shangguan Jiannan and Li Qiushui, two masters of the realm of land gods, looked at each other, then stepped forward, stood on the front line with Su Qingxuan, and confronted the wine-fighting monk.

"Su Shaoxia, let's help you hold down the drunken monk, and you can deal with the sweeping monk with all your strength."

Su Qingxuan shook his head and refused: "Just leave them two to me, and you go help others."

"But..." Li Qiu Shui wanted to say something else, but was ruthlessly rejected by Su Qingxuan.

"If you two fight against the Drunken Monk, you will be defeated by him in just a few moves. Instead of wasting your fighting power, it's better to help others."

These words were heartbreaking, but they were true. Shangguan Jiannan and Li Qiushui looked at each other and nodded silently.

"Young Master Su, please be more careful."

"Amitabha," the sweeping monk proclaimed, "It would be too much for Su Zhenren to think that he could fight against the two of us with one person."

The wine-fighting monk just stared at Su Qingxuan fiercely and uttered two words: "arrogant".

Su Qingxuan stretched out, and when he turned around again, his face was already covered in frost.

"Whether it is your opponent or not, you will know after you have beaten him"!