Umbrella Travel to the Heavens

Leaning on his long sword, Li Xiu bent over and smiled wantonly, with an inexplicable joy flashing across his face.

"Interesting! Really interesting! Where would you see this "normally"?"

The more Li Xiu laughed, the more Yuan Guan felt that someone was slapping him continuously.

Looking at the two "eye-catching" corpses in the formation, he couldn't help saluting the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha!"

This sound seemed to remind the other monks, and they also lowered their heads and gave the Buddha's name in unison.

"Amitabha!"

All the monks chanted the Buddha's name together, their voices were still as thick and solemn as Huang Zhong Dalu.

But at this time Xiao Zhao on the tree heard it, but he didn't feel any kindness in it.

What Wudang, Shaolin? What kind of decent? They are all sanctimonious people!

Wearing monk's robes and Taoist robes, and praising Buddha and Taoist priests, can't hide the filth under the skin!

It's really hypocritical and disgusting. It seems that Li Xiu's actions are more real, at least he is obviously evil and completely evil.

Uh, I don't know if this is a boast or a loss.

"What do you think of the monk holding the iron rod?"

With the sword in his hand, Li Xiu pointed at the two corpses on the ground, then pointed at Yuanguan, and asked jokingly.

Yuan Guan was extremely ashamed and angry, but he was not stupid, so he hurriedly changed the topic.

"Stop talking nonsense, you villain is obviously delaying your recovery!"

"I was the one who caught your trick just now, and now I will show you the true power of the one hundred and eight Arhat formations!"

"Students of Arhat Hall, Demon Slayer Stick!"

As soon as Yuanguan's words fell, the internal force in the formation immediately changed, and it actually condensed into two long light yellow sticks that were more than ten feet long and thick as the mouth of a bowl.

The stick was swung towards Li Xiu at the same time, but before the long stick reached the formation, there was a sudden gust of wind.

Li Xiu laughed mockingly, these monks really regarded this battle as a means to subdue him.

The long sword in his hand danced, slashing left and right, and the crimson sword energy collided with the light yellow long stick violently!

The light yellow stick was dissipated by the bombardment, but the sword energy still had the power to kill the monks.

There was no need for Yuanguan to order, the dozens of monks on the side where the sword qi rushed immediately condensed their internal energy, and swung their sticks in their hands to form a three-foot aura shield to resist the sword aura.

However, the jujube sticks in the hands of dozens of monks also trembled, obviously it was not easy for them to resist.

In the next moment, shadows of sticks appeared frequently in the formation, besieging Li Xiu from all directions.

The Yitian sword in Li Xiu's hand also danced faster and faster, sometimes dodging his figure and sometimes confronting it with sword energy.

Under this intensive attack, the dark red sword energy in Li Xiu's hand covered the ground like rain, beating all the monks!

After more than a dozen breaths, the offensive reached its peak, and it seemed that only red and yellow remained in the formation, and everything else was blurred.

It can be said that the internal force is so high that the entire courtyard is filled with true energy!

However, it was obvious which side had the upper hand. Li Xiu swung his sword freely and freely, moving and dodging with ease.

The disciples of Luohan Hall started to tremble from the end of their sticks, but now every time they receive Li Xiu's sword energy, their faces turn pale, they cough up blood, and they can't stop stepping back.

In the courtyard, under the feet of more than a hundred monks, the thick stone slabs have been stepped back.

The side that was more "cared for" by Li Xiu had ragged shoes and bloodstains on the hard rocks under his feet, which was hideous and terrifying.

The impatience in Yuan Guan's heart seemed to be scorched by a big fire, how this villain's internal energy was inexhaustible like a river and sea, it was really weird and terrifying.

One person is against more than a hundred people, and the mutual offensive is so fierce, so far, there is no sign of exhaustion of internal strength at all.

no! If this goes on like this, if this monster can hold on, they won't be able to wear it out!

It must be done quickly! One move to decide life and death!

"Change! Great Arhat Vajra Fist!"

Yuan Guanjue roared loudly, the desperate meaning in his words couldn't be more obvious.

The more than one hundred miserable monks immediately became energetic after hearing the words.

They already had this intention.

After a while, they would really cough up blood slowly, and be tortured to death by the accumulated injuries in their bodies, so they might as well fight to the death!

Who will win the deer, especially unknown!

With such thoughts in mind, the disciples of Arhat Hall all let out a long and low shout, and forcibly summoned up their energy, desperately urging the internal force in their bodies.

"drink!"

In the sky above the formation, a huge amount of dense internal force like a river gathered and circled, churning and consolidating!

When Li Xiu looked up, it seemed that the sky had changed color!

Huang Mengmeng's internal energy condensed and solidified into a golden and angry Arhat several feet tall, with a ferocious face, leaning over and glaring at him!

Especially the thick and muscular right arm, with the thumb hidden inside, and the force-knotted Vajra Fist, punched him fiercely like a substance!

Li Xiu looked up to the sky as usual, squinting his eyes under the strong wind, mobilizing the extremely mellow Jiuyang Zhenqi in his body to continuously instill the Yitian Sword in his hand.

Yitianjian was excited by the tyrannical Qi, and could not stop trembling and whispering.

The edge of the sword became extremely red as if it had been calcined by a raging fire, and the sword seemed to be shrouded in red flames, and the terrifying true energy came out through the sword with a length of six inches!

Finally, the fist print thundered down like a thunder!

Before the fist seal arrived, the cracks on the stone slabs in the formation were already cracked by a slight release of strength!

The zhenqi that protects the body runs autonomously, Li Xiu never bowed his head, but also raised his sword and slashed up with a low shout!

"Drink!"

A beam of crimson sword energy about Zhang Xu in size, bright and striking, slashed towards the top of the courtyard like a thunder coming back from the sky!

Whether it was the hundreds of monks on the ground or Xiao Zhao on the tree, they couldn't help looking away from the light of this sword.

"Boom! Boom!"

It was as if thunder was exploding in the ears, and everyone in the wind-dancing courtyard couldn't help screaming and covering their ears.

Only Li Xiu held his sword and looked up to the sky as usual, watching steadily.

Finally, everything dissipated like nothing, Yuan Guan hurriedly raised his head to look at the end of the battle, which was anxious for his life.

He only saw a tiny red shadow heading towards the sky, as if he would not stop until he cut a crack in the sky.

As for the Great Arhat's Vajra Fist Seal, which they pinned all their hopes on, there was not even a single bit left blank.

When Yuan Guan bowed his head, he met Li Xiu who also bowed his head.

On a piece of cracked stone slabs with a radius of several feet, in the middle of the deep grooves that were devastated by the stick shadow sword energy.

Li Xiu was dressed in white clothes like a moon, standing with a sword in his hand, and the clean ground under him, which was protected by the true energy of the body, made him even more terrifying.

Li Xiu with delicate features grinned at him.

But in the eyes of the chilling Yuan Guan, it was so terrifying!

He is desperate, what else can he do?

This man is simply invincible! He just wants to escape now!

Yuan Guan grabbed the black iron rod and turned around to run away. At this time, not only was no one censured and scolded him.

On the contrary, more than a hundred monks seemed to have been reminded by Yuan Guan, and they all turned around and ran away without thinking about him.

His mouth was captured by the fear in his heart, he lost his composure and howled, not daring to slow down the people around him.

We all know that maybe you don’t need to run too fast at this time, as long as you ensure that you run faster than the people next to you, you have a chance to survive.

Li Xiu has been bombarded by these monks for so long, how could he let him go.

He held a sword flower in his hand, and with a little step on his foot, his body rushed towards the fleeing monks like fluffy grass with almost no weight.

Catching up to one is a sword, and catching up to several is a dark red sword aura.

How strange and frightening is the scene where one person runs after more than a hundred people who are crying and screaming, and no one dares to turn around and resist!