Umbrella Travel to the Heavens

Yuanguan's martial arts are much stronger than other Luohantang disciples, after falling to the ground, he immediately got up, and yelled hastily regardless of the blood on his mouth.

"Go! Hold him back! Let's form another formation!"

The Arhat Hall disciple who could stand still for a moment picked up the long stick, and rushed towards Li Xiu again.

The goal of tempering internal strength has been achieved, so Li Xiu no longer dawdles.

"Buzz!"

Pulling out the Yitian sword that was stuck on the ground during the competition of internal strength just now, the mellow and violent Jiuyang Zhenqi was stimulated, and a low sword sound resounded through the courtyard!

When he flipped his wrist, a crimson sword energy whizzed away.

Like a dark red thunderbolt, struck out from the Yitian sword, it is beautiful but full of extremely fierce killing intent!

It's as fast as thunder from the nine heavens crashing to the ground, and it's there in a flash!

The few monks who were the first to bear the brunt didn't even have time to block the attack with their sticks.

With a frozen expression on his face, his upper body and lower body were neatly separated.

"Wow!"

The pouring blood spilled on the ground, accompanied by some stomach contents, and the intestines and organs were in a mess.

People who were cut in half would not die immediately, but they would also be so painful that they could not speak a word. As for the stronger ones, they could still let out two low screams.

Scream! The bloody smell filling the nostrils! Such a cruel scene like hell!

Many monks turned pale, and when they looked at Li Xiu again, there was an indistinct fear in their eyes, and the hand holding the stick lost a lot of strength.

Such a scene would naturally be stimulating. Some people were stimulated into fear, but Li Xiu was so stimulated that he felt disgusted and wanted to end the matter as soon as possible.

Li Xiu couldn't help frowning looking at the scene he had created. He didn't shy away from killing, but this was no longer pure bloody smell, after all, it smelled bad.

He jumped up, danced with the Heavenly Sword in his hand, and jumped into the crowd of people on his own initiative.

The sword moves learned from Wuming's sword technique, as well as some sword moves that he valued on the road, the long sword moved frequently and wantonly displayed.

Rows of crimson sword energy enveloped the monks like a rain curtain!

The long stick was cut off, not to mention the fragile human body, many corpses were chopped to pieces!

Although a hundred monks rushed towards Li Xiu like crazy, they all rushed forward.

But all of them were stopped by Li Xiu's sword energy within a radius of one zhang around him, and he was not allowed to go any further!

The pile of broken corpses was getting higher and higher, and the monks of Luohan Hall would have to jump up if they wanted to get close to Li Xiu.

Gradually, tens of breaths have passed, but after all, no one can fight with Li Xiu and touch the sword body of Yitianjian.

The whole battle was more like a banished immortal in a moon white thin shirt holding a long sword, moving under the ancient tree in the courtyard, moving around and wielding the sword, wantonly displaying a series of exquisite sword moves.

The beautiful dark red sword energy continuously flew out from his body, generating a strong wind that distorted the sky.

However, within one foot there is a person dancing sword leisurely, while outside one foot there are monks screaming, blood covered their faces, unwilling to fall down.

"Back! Back quickly!"

A Shaolin lion's roar is mixed with countless anger, killing intent, and sadness!

Finally, Yuan Guan gathered all the good disciples together again, managed to form a formation of 108 Arhats again, and surrounded Li Xiu in the formation.

The monks in the Arhat Hall also seemed to wake up from a dream, and were no longer affected by the atmosphere around them, watching the scene of hell in front of them, holding sticks and constantly beating back.

Yuan Guanzi didn't stop him, and released many pale-faced disciples from the formation.

But when they got to the last few people, seeing Li Xiu approaching the front line, a trace of unbearableness flashed in Yuan Guan's eyes and he let out a loud shout.

"Royal!"

The internal power of one hundred and eight monks combined, and the formation was closed.

While Li Xiu was walking, he swung his sword energy and killed several monks, but when he reached the last two monks, he raised his eyebrows and stood still.

Li Xiu stood leaning on his sword, looking at what was about to happen in front of him with playful eyes.

The human-eating monster was behind, and the two monks, who had been frightened for a long time, naturally didn't dare to kill backwards, they only wanted to escape forward.

"Uncle Yuanguan, save us, let us out!"

"Uncle Yuanguan quickly open the formation, I don't want to die!"

The two monks cried and begged and looked at Yuan Guan, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across Yuan Guan's sad and indignant square face holding a long stick.

This expression fell into Li Xiu's eyes, and he smiled sincerely, he saw what he expected.

Yuan Guan felt that more than two hundred eyes on both sides were looking at him in unison, and couldn't help cursing in his heart that the villain in front of him was really cunning and hateful.

In order to prevent the villain from having a chance to escape, he suppressed the pity in his heart and closed the formation.

But who would have thought that the villain would stop fighting in the end, resulting in such an embarrassing situation.

Yuan Guan wanted to rescue these two disciples, but the villain was only a few meters away from the front of the formation.

Once the formation is opened, it is only a short distance for the villain to reach.

At that time, the two disciples did not take two steps, but the villain came out of the formation. If he killed a few more disciples, he might not be able to gather the number of people in the formation, and everything would be over!

Yuan Guan tried his best to make the grief and unbearable expression on his face look more natural.

"You two nephews, I must not give this villain any chance to fight. As soon as I open the formation, this villain will have a chance to take advantage of it."

"Once the thieves go out, there will definitely be disciples who will be murdered. If there are more casualties, we may not be able to make up the number of troops."

"At that time, not only will we all die here, not all of us, even my hundreds of years of Shaolin foundation will be destroyed!"

As soon as Yuan Guan said this, the two disciples were fine, but he clearly felt that the internal force of the formation was more cohesive, and his whole body swelled up!

Seeing that the disciples on the left and right had turned their heads and no longer looked at him or those two disciples, they began to look serious and tried their best to maintain the formation.

Obviously, it has been tacitly agreed that the sacrifice of the two disciples is tragic and deserved.

I don't know if it's because of his emphasis on "Shaolin's hundreds of years of foundation will be destroyed at once", or because of the phrase "We are all going to die".

Once the internal strength of the formation rose, the two monks stood so close, they couldn't feel it more clearly.

"You guys!...Okay, today I will feed the devil with my body!"

One of the monks seemed to have seen it through and figured it out, holding a stick with an angry expression, he wanted to turn around and kill Li Xiu.

But as soon as he turned around, Li Xiu swung his wrist and swung his sword at him!

The monk had a look of deep horror on his face, and instinctively turned around and fled.

But before he took two steps, he bumped firmly into the formation and combined internal force.

"boom!"

It hits fast, and it flies even faster when it is hit by internal force.

The broken corpse was thrown backwards by the huge force, just flying past Li Xiu, and falling a few meters behind him, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

"Obviously, you don't seem to have the courage of Shakyamuni."

Li Xiu shook his head and muttered, then cast his playful eyes on the other person.

The other monk watched Li Xiu staring at him and the broken corpse, and swallowed unconsciously.

Then he turned his head angrily, looked at his brothers and Yuan Guan, his eyes were blood red.

"Okay! Really good brothers who have been in the same school for more than ten years!"

Then he exploded with all his internal strength, and threw the jujube stick in his hand towards Yuanguan desperately!

The long stick was naturally blasted back by the internal force of the formation, and it was broken into many pieces scattered on the ground.

The monk didn't care, he looked up to the sky and laughed long, desolately and indignantly in the laughter, and then he slapped himself on the forehead with all his strength.

After his body was bombarded by the formation for two hundred years, his muscles and bones were smashed, his flesh and blood were torn, and he was smashed to pieces by Li Xiu's crimson sword energy, he chose to kill himself and kept a whole body.