When Zhang Feide heard this, he immediately quit and shouted: "Brother, what are you talking about? When the three of us in Taoyuan became sworn brothers, we made it clear and clear that we share blessings and share hardships, and we don't want to live in the same year and month We were born on the same day, but we want to die in the same year, same month, and same day. You are driving us away now, but you are responsible for everything and die alone. Do you look down on us? Do you think we are all cowards?!"
Guan Wenchang, who had always been timid when encountering danger in the past, did not agree with Xue Wuhen's approach and immediately expressed his feelings: "Brother, the third brother is right. The three in Taoyuan are sworn brothers, and righteousness comes first. We brothers The three of us share life and death, go through adversity together, and we must be together no matter what. If the sky falls, we will carry it together. I will not be left behind this time!"
Seeing that Guan and Zhang were so resolute in their attitude and their brotherly love was so deep, Xue Wuhen knew that they were unwilling to abandon him and run away, so he said: "Well, since you two wise brothers insist on this, I will no longer persuade you, we brothers Just three people fighting side by side!"
With that said, with a wave of his hand, three jars of hero wine suddenly appeared. Guan and Zhang each took one jar. Thinking of it, we fell into the hands of the evil monk Sha Wuneng. He beat us down and framed us. Master Mercy helped him to do evil. Now we are trapped in the Shaolin Arhat Formation. I am afraid that the odds are against us.
Alas, leave him alone, whether he is dead or alive, it is rare to have a close friend in life, so why not drink the hero's wine, let go of your hands and feet, and have a big fight! "
Guan Wen stroked his long beard with his long hand, glanced sideways at Sha Wuneng and Master Mercy, and said angrily: "These two monks are uncles and nephews. They worked together to frame us. They are all in the same group!"
Holding the hero's wine in his hand, Zhang Feide's eyes shone, and he said with great pride: "Whatever, we three heroes fight against Arhat, whether we die or live, we might as well drink!"
After saying that, he raised the wine jar and touched it with Xue Wuhen. Guan Wenchang raised his neck and started drinking, like a long whale sucking water, free and unrestrained, and full of heroism!
Those Shaolin monks were all martial arts practitioners. During this time, they had also heard a lot of stories about Xue Wuhen and the others, and they had longed for them. At this time, I saw the three brothers Xue Wuhen, facing a powerful enemy and at the moment of life and death, still calm, calm and heroic, and I unconsciously felt admiration for them.
However, the law enforcement elder, Master Mercy, was watching eagerly from the side, and these monks did not dare to show it too much, they only admired them in their hearts.
Although Jiang Yueqin was a woman, she was as heroic as a man. Seeing this, she flew over and snatched Xue Wuhen's wine jar. She took a few sips and said proudly: "Brother Wuhen, although I have not been with You are sworn friends, but it has also been with you along the way, overcoming thorns and winds and rains along the way, why have you left me now?"
"Oh, this..."
Xue Wuhen opened her mouth and explained: "Qin'er, what uncle and nephew Sha Wuneng mainly deal with are our three brothers. You are a girl. I'm afraid they won't do anything to you, so don't get involved. Got it!"
After Sha Wuneng heard this, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he sneered: "Xue Wuhen, you are right, Jiang Yueqin is the most beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River, and I am the most compassionate, so I will naturally treat her well. You can go with peace of mind, hee hee hee!"
When the other monks heard this, they showed disdain. Master Mercy coughed and scolded: "Wuneng, don't talk nonsense!"
Sha Wuneng was shocked. Only then did he realize that he had gotten carried away and made a mistake. His face was straight and he hurriedly pretended to be a gentleman.
Jiang Yueqin is Xue Wuhen's sweetheart. How can her sweetheart tolerate other people's rude words and tarnish her innocence?
As soon as Sha Wuneng finished speaking, Xue Wuhen rushed over, raised both fists, and yelled: "Shaolin Temple actually has a perverted monk like you, let me clean up the door of Shaolin Temple!"
Seeing that Xue Wuhen's fist was about to hit Sha Wuneng, two monks from the Eighteen Arhats stepped forward and took a punch for Sha Wuneng.
Xue Wuhen's fist hit the two monks, and there was only a clanging sound, like a hammer striking a bell, and a clanging sound of metal collision. Xue Wuhen couldn't help but be secretly surprised. These monks were all covered in copper skin Iron Bones, indeed a Vajra Iron Arhat!
In fact, he also knew that the monks of Luohan Hall would not let him attack Sha Wuneng, so after punching the two monks with both fists, Xue Wuhen took another unexpected palm strike, and an ice and snow palm print flew out with lightning, and bang A loud sound hit Sha Wuneng hard on his forehead. Sha Wuneng's forehead was immediately dripping with blood, and a large horn-shaped bump swelled up. The pain made the evil monk scream, like a madman, and he covered the swelling. The bag jumped up and down.
"Okay, blow his head off!"
Although powerful enemies surrounded him and the situation was extremely unfavorable, Zhang Feide's heroic nature did not change and he laughed loudly: "Well done, brother, this evil monk should have his pig head blown off and make him an incompetent pig!"
Guan Wenchang and Jiang Yueqin also laughed, and the monks couldn't help but smile. Seeing their nephew being beaten, Master Mercy suddenly changed his color, waved his monk's robe, and shouted to the monks: "Eighteen Arhats, do it!"
Although the Eighteen Arhats admired Xue Wuhen's actions, Master Mercy was the law enforcement elder of the Shaolin Temple, and he was in charge of the Arhat Hall. He had great power, so the monks naturally did not dare to disobey his orders.
So the Eighteen Arhats agreed with a bang, and used Shaolin Temple martial arts, punching and kicking, and attacked Xueguan Zhang and the others like a tide.
The three Xueguan and Zhang brothers stood back to back, showing no fear in the face of the powerful Eighteen Arhats, and started fighting with them with fists and kicks.
In front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, dragons and tigers leaped, figures flew around, shouting for killing!
However, since Jiang Yueqin is a beautiful girl and the Eighteen Arhats are monks, they are naturally embarrassed to attack her.
Sha Wuneng's martial arts are already quite good, but the martial arts of the Arhat Hall monks are all superior to Sha Wuneng's. This shows that the Eighteen Arhats are extraordinary. In particular, they are all made of copper skin and iron bones, and are extremely resistant to blows. Even if they stand there and let you hit them, they will not be able to move an inch.
Guan Wenchang was originally a tailor who knew how to embroider, and he had not been practicing martial arts for long. His fist hit the Eighteen Arhats, as if hitting a copper wall. The pain made him grin, but he endured it without making a sound.
Zhang Feide is different. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he is also a butcher who kills pigs and cows. He is tall and powerful, and has brute strength. He can punch thousands of kilograms with one punch. His fists are roaring, and he can actually compete with Arhat. The monks in the hall started to fight head-on. Every collision was like sparks hitting the earth, shaking the mountains and creating fierce sparks. The scene was shocking!
"Haha, fighting like this is fun!"
Zhang Feide became more courageous as he fought, like a wild horse running wild, galloping back and forth at the gate of Shaolin Temple. He raised his huge fist and punched it out. He shouted loudly and fought fiercely, forgetting the pain in his feet.
There is no way, that's how he is. Fighting is his life. Only fighting can make him feel the hearty pleasure and find the joy of life.
Different from Zhang Feide's head-on fighting style, Xue Wuhen adopts a fighting style that uses softness to overcome hardness and combines hardness and softness. His clothes are fluttering, like a butterfly piercing flowers, shuttling back and forth among the Eighteen Arhats, punching in the east. With a kick to the west, the shadow of his palm fluttering, he circled and fought with the Eighteen Arhats.
At the same time, he also has to take care of Guan and Zhang Qin'er, especially Guan Wenchang, because Guan Wenchang has the worst martial arts and is the object of special protection.
Although Jiang Yueqin is a woman, she is not inferior to men. When she saw the three Xueguan Zhang brothers fighting against the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin, she also made a coquettish cry and joined the battle.
Because she was the most beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River, her appearance was like that of a fairy. Seeing her flying over, her fragrance was so fragrant that the monks felt in a daze and let her beat them stupidly.
However, the monks in Luohan Hall were all covered in copper skin and iron bones, so Jiang Yueqin's pink fists and embroidered legs were naturally unable to shake them, but hitting them made Jiang Yueqin feel unbearable pain.
Seeing that the Eighteen Arhats refused to fight back, Jiang Yueqin was not polite. Since you asked me to fight, then I will fight!
So he shook his sleeves and slapped them on their faces and eyes, beating them until they were dizzy and unable to see.
"Qin'er, good job!"
Seeing this, Xue Wuhen took this opportunity to launch a counterattack, floated up, and flew his palms, like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and knocked the Eighteen Arhats flying away, turning into rolling gourds all over the ground. Rolling around made Zhang Feide laugh.
Master Mercy couldn't help but became furious. He waved his monk's robe and shouted to another group of monks from Luohan Hall: "Shaolin stick array to serve!"
Thirty-six monks came out in response, divided into groups of six, forming six groups. Each of them held a long stick and surrounded the four Xue Wuhen at the core.
"Huh? Did they use weapons? Then let's fuck them too!"
With a loud shout, Zhang Feide held a snake spear that was eight feet tall and looked at the monk holding a long stick with wide eyes, ready to fight at any time.
Guan Wenchang also took out the Qinglong Yanyue Sword from the Qiankun Ring, shook it hard, and there was a buzzing sound. In an instant, the sky was filled with light, and a shadow of the Qinglong rose into the sky. Another round of silver moon was sprayed out from the Qinglong's mouth. The silver flowers on the trees are so beautiful that they illuminate the sky.
When Master Mercy saw it, his eyes lit up, and a hint of greed suddenly appeared. He suddenly waved his hand, and his long robe sleeves flew out like a giant python, and he caught the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and snatched it away.
Because his movements were as fast as lightning, by the time Guan Wenchang could react, the Qinglong Yanyue Sword had already fallen into the hands of Master Mercy.
Master Mercy's move shocked everyone, and Xue Wuhen never expected that a dignified eminent monk, the law enforcement elder of Shaolin Temple, would actually do such a despicable thing. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, He doesn't believe it no matter what!
After being stunned for a moment, Xue Wuhen shouted: "Master Mercy, why did you take my second brother's Qinglong Yanyue Sword?"
Master Mercy's thick eyebrows were raised, and he put on a look of compassion and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the Blue Dragon Crescent Moon Sword is a rare weapon in the world, and its power is astonishing. If it is left in the hands of such treacherous people, it will definitely be destroyed." It will harm the martial arts world, so the poor monk took the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and kept it in the Shaolin Temple for safekeeping, so that no one can use it to commit evil or commit crimes!"
