In front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, the atmosphere was solemn.
When Yu Liancheng revealed that the Buddhist scriptures had been stolen, he became the biggest suspect, because only seven masters of the Xinzi generation and Bai Xiaosheng knew about it.
But unfortunately, Yu Liancheng did not have enough evidence to exonerate himself.
At this time, except for the monk Xinmei who had been abolished in martial arts, other eminent monks of the Xinzi generation and Bai Xiaosheng gradually approached Yulian City, forming an encirclement. These people were all masters in the world, but they were only able to do so because they were outsiders. Not listed on the weapons spectrum.
But there is no doubt that if they join forces, even the top three masters of weapons may not be unable to fight.
Of course, the reason why the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation was not used was because Xinhu saw that this young man's martial arts skills were extraordinary. If the Arhat Formation was used, the Shaolin disciples would inevitably be killed or injured.
What's more, with a few of them taking action, it would be more than enough.
Yu Liancheng stood tall with his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged: "Actually, you also understand that this matter can only be done by the seven eminent monks of your generation, because even if other people can sneak into the Sutra Pavilion, they will definitely do it. Leave clues and evidence behind.”
"Hmph, you still want to sow discord between our brothers, you will die!" Monk Xinjian suddenly shouted loudly, and a man jumped out like a big bird, attacking with a palm strike. This palm is swift and dripping, like a diamond opening a mountain, rolling thunder, with the power of disintegrating and shattering rocks.
Xinhu, Xinjian, and Xindeng looked at each other and took action at the same time.
Yulian City was already suspected of stealing plum blossoms, and since he had lost his martial arts skills, he was now more likely to be the person who stole the book.
No matter what, we must capture him first.
Xinhu stepped forward with one step, punching out like thunder, and the surging energy enveloped Yulian City.
Xinjian let out a sudden breath, fought with Spring Thunder with his tongue, struck out with a palm, and transformed into thousands of palm shadows.
The fingers of the heart lantern rotate like a lotus blooming, and the bronze Buddha beads are flicked away.
In an instant, the four eminent monks from Shaolin took action at the same time, making sure to take down Yulian City as quickly as possible.
Although Bai Xiaosheng did not take action, he was still ready to go. A pair of sharp eyes stared directly at Yu Liancheng's moving figure. As long as he showed flaws in the fight with the four eminent monks, Bai Xiaosheng would Immediately struck with thunder.
Bang bang bang bang!
Yu Liancheng's figure is agile and ethereal like a fairy, and he can often avoid attacks at the critical moment. At the same time, both fists flew out like thunder, each blow was as powerful as breaking a monument and breaking rocks, and they kept fighting with the four masters.
The four eminent monks joined forces, but not only did they not take any advantage, but they only felt a surge of energy and blood, and the meridians surged, as if their arms were about to explode.
It wasn't until this moment that they understood that the young man known as the "Six Ultimate Crazy Guest" was able to destroy his beloved's martial arts not by relying on conspiracy, but by real skills.
"You...you guys stop it..." He stamped his feet anxiously, but unfortunately all his profound skills were in vain. Even if he wanted to stop it, he was powerless.
The Shaolin disciples were stunned to see that the abbot and the three chiefs joined forces, but they were unable to take down this young man who looked to be only twenty years old at most.
"Okay, as expected of a Shaolin eminent monk, he really has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. You might as well try the sword in Yu's palm." Until now, Yu Liancheng is still so calm.
He slashed out with both palms, and the force of his palms was like a river flowing out from the sky, setting off gusts of strong wind. The floor was swept by the wind from his palms, as if it were swept by a hurricane, and crackled towards the four eminent monks.
At this moment, his hand was on the hilt of the sword.
With a "choking" sound, the love-stealing sword was unsheathed with lightning, and the light of the sword was like lightning, like a startling giant. Even in the blue sky and white sun, it blooms with incredible brilliance, which is even more breathtaking when reflected against the surrounding snow.
As people follow the sword, the light of the sword and the person seem to blend into one.
Monk Xinjian had a look of fear on his face, and fear had covered his face.
Because he had discovered that the sword was aimed at him.
Under this sword, his pride and pride in his martial arts attainments melted and disappeared layer by layer like ice and snow under the scorching sun.
He had no way to hide.
There is no way to resist.
Only death.
Everyone saw a flash of cold light and heard a "cluck" sound. The sword had pierced Monk Xinjian's throat, blood had gush out, his breathing had stopped, and even his eyes almost completely bulged out.
The sword was drawn out again, and blood flowed wildly.
Xinjian fell down with unwillingness and despair.
"Junior brother!"
"Seventh Junior Brother!"
Xinhu and others' eyes were completely split.
They are all eminent Shaolin monks, and their character cultivation is very good.
But now that someone has killed his junior brother in front of his home, he can no longer remain calm no matter what.
Xinhu and other three eminent monks came out again, showing the angry look of King Ming, each showing their unique skills and full of killing intent.
I saw the power of the palm wind fist, like a furious wave, like a violent wind, like a volcano erupting, bombarding Yulian City continuously, but full of terrifying murderous intent.
"Three masters, I am here to wish you a helping hand."
Bai Xiaosheng finally moved.
Because he knew that he couldn't wait any longer.
Otherwise, the three masters would be defeated and his life would not be saved.
Bai Xiaosheng's sleeves were like the breeze blowing over the clouds, and his palms were like thunderbolts.
This person can judge the world's masters, and his own strength is naturally good.
If not, those martial arts people who refused to accept the ranking of weapons would have torn him into pieces long ago.
In the previous fight, the three Shaolin masters still had some plans to capture Yu Liancheng and ask for details.
But at this time, he used murderous methods, and the energy in his body was pushed to the extreme, so the power was naturally incomparable.
Coupled with Bai Xiaosheng, he has stayed in the Shaolin Temple for a long time and has also learned Buddhist martial arts. His moves are completely integrated into the three masters without any abruptness, making this combination even more powerful and becoming a powerful force. An unrivaled killing move.
Yu Liancheng's eyes flashed, and he struck out with the long sword in his palm. The sword moves are extremely beautiful, full of indescribable beauty, making people feel relaxed and happy, and calming murderous intentions.
The next moment, the sword light transformed again, and the overwhelming and solemn sword intent filled every inch of space within a radius of ten feet. As the sword was struck, it seemed as if a mountain rose from the ground, and as if an ancient city rose from the ground. Falling from the sky, crossing the sky, it has the terrifying power to suppress everything.
Boom!
In an instant, the sword light collided with the energy of the four masters. The roar was continuous, and the leaked energy was vented in all directions.
After a moment of stasis, the sword light as dignified as a mountain city destroyed the fused energy, and the remaining energy scattered. The four masters turned pale and fell back one after another.
The eyes of the Shaolin disciples around him almost popped out of his head. The four masters' combined attacks were unable to withstand the sword of the young man in black.
The sword light entered again, and Bai Xiaosheng felt that his throat was locked by a cold breath, with a look of panic on his face, and he shouted hurriedly: "No, I..."
The words are not finished yet.
The sword has been thrust out.
The blood splashed, and under the sunlight, it looked like a string of agate bamboo curtains, so bright red and so cute.
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