In his previous life, Hu Yuan had researched the Shaolin classics and got a glimpse of some of the secrets of the Shaolin bronze figures that had become legends at that time.
According to the limited records in ancient books, the Shaolin bronze figures actually originated from the Taoist alchemy technique.
A certain Shaolin monk in the Ming Dynasty accidentally obtained a fragment of the Alchemy Sutra, which recorded an elixir called "Xuanjin Dan".
The original purpose of this elixir was for ascetics to take it before they died, using the metal elements contained in the elixir to keep their bodies incorruptible.
However, the eminent monk ingeniously developed a body-refining technique based on the properties of this elixir, which can transfer the metal elements in the elixir to the skin, muscles, and ultimately temper a body of flesh and blood into a body with infinite strength and no fear of weapons. The "Bronze Man".
It's a pity that after Shaolin experienced several catastrophes, the formula of "Xuanjin Dan" and the body-refining skills that complemented it were lost. Although Hu Long discussed it with Cheng Lingsu several times, they couldn't figure out those "bronze men". "How to remain alive after ingesting enough metal to cause fundamental changes in the body's constitution.
Now that he saw the bronze man who could withstand the gun appeared in front of him, Hu Long couldn't help but feel happy and shouted: "These monsters will be left to the poor Taoist to deal with. You are only responsible for wiping out the remnants and plowing the courtyard to clean the caves!"
After saying that, he flew out from the formation like a swan, and the "Netherworld Sword" in his hand shed endless crystal yellow sword light in the air, covering all the twenty-seven fierce monks headed by Monk Fei Fei.
Monk Fei Fei smiled ferociously and said, "Since you are thinking about it, Lord Buddha will help you. Let's start the formation!"
None of the Eight Vajras and Eighteen Arhats under him were on the defensive. Even if Hu Long's sword light fell on him, it could only cut through the surface but not penetrate the metallic luster of the body underneath.
At the same time, the twenty-seven people instantly changed their positions and formed a formation. The momentum and power of the twenty-seven people were also integrated into a whole at this moment, turning into a huge vortex during the operation, generating infinite suction power. Hu Long, who was in the void, was actually pulled down and trapped in the formation.
"Arhat Formation!" Hu Yuan looked a little surprised on his face.
"It's the Arhat Formation!" Monk Fei Fei's smile became fiercer. "Buddha heard that you once fought with the Arhat Formation, where the top seven leaders of Shaolin were personally killed. In the end, the old ghost in Xinhu gave up and was willing to be sealed. The mountains have been built for ten years to avoid your sharp attack. Not only do the Arhat formations of Lord Buddha have nine more people, but even Lord Buddha has become an indestructible body, but it depends on whether you can take over!"
Amid the shouts, twenty-seven people moved their formations, and twenty-seven heavy weapons smashed at Hu Long's body with the power of the mountain.
Hu Yuan hugged Yuan Shouyi, his feet only moved within a square inch, and the Nether Spirit Sword in his hand blocked the weapons horizontally and vertically, swinging away the weapons that hit him one by one, without revealing any flaws.
Wang Shouren, Li Xunhuan and others behind him were greatly surprised when they saw that Monk Feifei was able to display the Arhat Formation, the treasure of Shaolin Mountain. However, from the perspective of the two of them, they could naturally see that Hu Yun was guarding steadily at this moment and had many advantages. Zhong's trump card was not revealed, and he was not worried about his safety. At that time, he commanded the eight hundred soldiers to bypass the battle group in front and charge towards the hundreds of remaining soldiers behind.
Seeing this, Monk Fei Fei got busy and shouted: "Ba Jingang, stop these dog officers and soldiers!"
At that time, several people had to be separated to intercept.
But at this moment, the wooden sword in Hu Long's hand turned from defense to offense, and the force of the sword became as dense and delicate as a weaver girl's flying needle, specifically piercing the eyes of the monks around.
The Shaolin Bronze Man refines his body and tempers his body, but he cannot reach the level of his eyesight. It felt like all the crystal lights in the sky were piercing my eyes. Before the sword arrived, the cold sword energy coming from the tip of the sword had stimulated them to the point of closing their eyes involuntarily. The monks, including Monk Fei Fei, had to counterattack and defend, each raising their weapons to defend themselves.
Hu Yuan attacked with one move, followed by a series of back moves. His figure sometimes flickered forward and back, and sometimes split into two parts. The sword in his hand was swung calmly with the changes of his body skills, and the sword's edge pointed at everything. The opponent's eyes seemed as if they would not stop until they blinded the fifty-four eyes of these twenty-seven people.
If it were to fight alone, only Monk Fei Fei, who was in the innate realm, would be qualified to fight Hu Yuan.
Although the rest of the monks have trained themselves into invulnerable "bronze men", their physical strength alone is comparable to that of Taoist Baimei. To Hu Long today, the difference is just one more sword and one less sword.
Therefore, under Hu Long's rapid sword attack, all the monks could only use the Arhat Formation to unite their strength into one, so that they could compete with Hu Long, and there was no way to distract him.
While everyone was fighting fiercely, Wang Shouren and Li Xunhuan had already led their troops to rush past them.
The remaining hundreds of monks and soldiers were quite quick-thinking. After suffering the previous heavy losses, they all knew that the officers and soldiers had sharp firearms and could not confront them head-on. They immediately ordered their companions to retreat to the temple, planning to use various buildings as bunkers to force the officers and soldiers to give up their firearms. Choose close combat to gain advantage.
However, the 800 elite soldiers who had been trained by Li Xunhuan for nearly ten years to deter the Huaihe River from inspecting illegal salts did not only rely on firearms. Seeing that the complicated terrain in the temple was indeed not conducive to the use of muskets, they immediately put the muskets back on their backs under Li Xunhuan's order. , pulled out the steel knife from his waist, formed a small battle formation in groups of ten, and combed Jinshan Temple from front to back like a grate combing hair.
When the monk soldiers scattered and hidden in various places encountered these warriors fighting in formation, most of them were still unable to resist.
Occasionally, some masters among them caused some damage, but they were all killed by Wang Shouren and Li Xunhuan who were always paying attention to the audience and arrived in time.
Hearing the shouts of killing in the temple gradually subsided, Monk Feifei's heart gradually sank to the bottom.
Now that the situation is over and irreversible, the first thing he needs to consider is how to escape.
He quickly made up his mind in a flash of lightning in his mind, and shouted sternly: "Today's situation, I am invincible, use the 'Sacrifice Technique'!"
After saying that, he was the first to stab himself with seven fingers. His face immediately became as pale as paper, but the power of his subsequent attacks had nearly doubled.
Upon seeing this, the other monks also followed suit, stimulating their potential with secret techniques that one knew would require a huge price as soon as they heard the name.
Hu Long suddenly felt that the pressure of this formation had increased exponentially, and it was no longer as easy as before to deal with it.
He immediately cursed in his heart, but the one he cursed was Shaolin Abbot Xinhu.
It must be true that Monk Fei Fei stole Shaolin secrets and defected, but Hu Long didn't believe that he could also steal Shaolin's treasures such as "Arhat Formation" and "Sacrifice Technique".
This matter is definitely related to the secret meeting and conversation between Xinhu and Zhu Chenhao - I'm afraid that the cunning old bald man had the intention of pushing the situation to his advantage.
Now that the opponent has begun to fight hard, Hu Long has no intention of delaying this battle any longer.
He suddenly let out a long roar, and united his body and sword to break through the invisible force field of the "Arhat Formation" like a whirlpool and undercurrent, soaring into the sky. He turned around at high altitude, his head and feet falling like meteors, and the "Netherworld Sword" in his hand slowly stabbed. Come out, use the ninth sword "Chaos Hongmeng" of "Xuandu Eight Scenery Sword Techniques"!
The cold sword energy, which lacked human flesh and bones and even seemed to be able to freeze the soul, fell from the sky and turned into an invisible dome that enveloped the space of ten feet in radius, including all twenty-seven enemies.
At this moment, the space enveloped by the sword energy seemed to have no longer the flow of time. No one could move or speak, and even their thoughts seemed to be at a standstill.
A ray of crystal yellow sword light descended from the sky following the sword energy, and passed by the twenty-six monks like a lightning bolt, bringing out a little bit of bright red blood blooming and splashing at their throats.
When the sword light struck in front of the last monk Fei Fei, he suddenly let out a roar, his aura doubled again, and he swung his staff horizontally in an attempt to stop this terrifying sword technique that did not seem to come from the human world.
It turned out that although he had used the "Sacrifice Technique" just now, he had reservations. He wanted to let his men hold Hu Huan down while he took the opportunity to escape. Now at the critical moment of life and death, he finally used his full strength regardless of the cost. With the potential gained in exchange for almost all his life span, he broke free from the confinement of Hu Long's sword intention.
It's just that once Hu Yuan's sword was released, how could he allow him to return in vain? When the sword came out, the tin staff made of wind-worn copper broke like rotten wood. The not-so-sharp sword tip broke through the skin as hard as gold and stone and sank into the throat.
