The headless monk's corpse falls softly to the ground, staining a large area with red.
Li Xiu steps back slightly to avoid getting his shoes dirty.
This example of the old monk's death once again proves that it is not advisable to fight with others when there are intense emotional fluctuations.
As one of the Four Holy Monks of Shaolin, Kongxing's martial arts cannot be said to be low, and he is among the top of the martial arts world. He is worthy of his reputation.
According to normal logic, even if he is not a match for Li Xiu, he should not have fallen so quickly.
It was just that he lost caution in his rage and thought that Li Xiu, being young, wouldn't have much martial arts ability. He made the mistake of underestimating his opponent.
Without thinking, he thought that a fierce killing move would take Li Xiu's life under his claws!
But it turned out that when the old monk was enraged, he was even more ferocious than a tiger or leopard, and in an instant he took the life of the young madman.
But who would have thought that as soon as they started, it was the old monk who was beaten and unable to defend himself, losing his form and becoming a mess.
In an instant, he fell into a disadvantage and was then hit with a series of fierce attacks, unable to recover and severely wounding both hands.
Finally, Li Xiu easily pulled out his sword and ended him.
"scuff scuff..."
With his keen hearing, Li Xiu was able to hear a dragging sound on the ground from far away.
And it sounded like the people coming were all strong and skilled in martial arts, and there seemed to be quite a few of them.
"Could it be the Shaolin Arhat Hall? There seem to be quite a few people, but..."
Li Xiu's expression was slightly strange, he turned to look at the dozen or so monk bodies from before and then looked at the ground not far from his feet.
"For some reason, it feels a bit like the Little Water Melon Warriors rescuing Grandpa."
"But this should probably be the last wave, right?"
Li Xiu waved his hand, indicating for Xiao Zhao to retreat. With so many people this time, he couldn't be bothered with her.
Xiao Zhao also understood and took a deep breath, lightly leaping up to a tree that was over ten meters tall in the courtyard.
When she reached a thick branch, her small body became a bundle, and the dense branches and leaves really did cover her well.
Even if Li Xiu wasn't watching her go up, it's likely that nothing would have been visible.
But with the headless corpse at his feet, several scattered bodies lying around, and a blood-stained sword in his hand, Li Xiu was so conspicuous and detestable! Which monk would have time for anything else, Xiao Zhao was naturally safe without a doubt.
Sure enough, a group of muscular, burly, bald monks carrying long sticks ran over.
Upon seeing the scattered bodies on the ground, especially the headless body of Kong Xing, all of the monks had a ferocious expression as if they wanted to swallow Li Xiu alive.
Without waiting for Li Xiu to mock them, they stepped forward with their sticks, ready to kill him.
However, with Kongxing "honestly" lying there, no one dared to underestimate Li Xiu in their rage.
The middle-aged, square-faced monk in the lead immediately waved his long stick and shouted, "Form a line!"
On the surface, their faces were full of killing intent, but in their hearts they were both anxious and afraid.
Recently, the Shaolin Temple had almost emptied out as they went to attack the Ming Cult with the five major sects.
In order to prevent any unexpected incidents, the Abbot, Kongwen, had left Kongxing, one of the four great Shaolin Holy Monks with high martial arts skills, to guard the Shaolin Temple.
With more than 300 disciples in the Arhat Hall, it could have been said that they were almost foolproof.
But where did this terrifying person come from!
Not only did he kill Kongxing, but more importantly, this person didn't even have a single wrinkle or speck of dirt on his white thin shirt, not to mention any injuries!
This showed that under the fierce, swift attack of Kongxing's 36-style Great Dragon Claw Hands, claws tearing through the wind and crushing stones, the opponent didn't even touch a corner of his clothes and easily beheaded Kong Xing with a single sword.
This is terrifying, I can't even imagine how high this person's martial arts skills are! And he looks so young, is he a ghost or a monster? However, even if the other party is a cannibalistic demon, I can't let them step into Shaolin today! I must exhaust them to death here, even if I have to sacrifice my own life! Yuan Guan made up his mind and tightened his grip on the black long stick, making a loud noise.
Yuan Guan gave a command, and without saying a word, a dozen monks with dark red long sticks rushed towards Li Xiu.
Of course, it wasn't just a dozen monks trying to kill Li Xiu, but rather to engage him in a fight to delay for time.
The black mass of several hundred monks quickly spread out and formed a circle around Li Xiu, seeming to have rehearsed this countless times.
In addition to Yuan Guan, these monks are all carrying jujube wood long sticks.
Jujube trees take a long time to grow, with their thick trunks taking decades to reach a decent size.
However, jujube wood is known for its hardness and density, which is even harder than iron, and its fine grain. In the hands of a skilled user, it is lightweight and agile, yet resistant to cutting and chopping.
It was carefully chosen by the ancestors of Shaolin as the designated material for the Arhat Hall disciples' sticks.
Unfortunately, these formidable jujube wood long sticks are no match for the Yitian Sword. Li Xiu does not even need to use sword qi, the Yitian Sword is sharp enough on its own to deal with the enemy.
As soon as the jujube wood long stick touched the sword, it was brittle and easily cut in two, with a smooth, unmarred cut surface.
The broken stick fell to the ground with a thud, and the monks present were shocked, as they had never seen anything like this before.
However, Li Xiu had expected this, and relentlessly swung his wrist again, delivering another sword strike! The monk with the broken stick, relying on the instincts developed over the past decade, reflexively raised his stick to block without thinking.
The Yitian Sword slashed down, and the stick was unable to even block for a moment, the monk feeling a lightness in his hand as his stick was cut again.
"Whoosh!"
The sword light was like a rainbow, leaving behind countless sword shadows! Finally, the shadows disappeared, leaving only the real sword behind.
The Yitian Sword cut diagonally across the monk's shoulder blade and through to his waist. It was not a wound, but rather the sword had sliced through his entire body!
Li Xiu did not want to be too bloody and smelled the monk's stomach, so he did not fully cut him down.
Li Xiu lightly stepped forward and gracefully retreated, withdrawing his sword and rushing towards the other monks.
It seemed that the sword was too fast, as the monk had time to incredulously look at Li Xiu before blood gushed out from the sword wound, and he fell down without a sound.
Just now was only a slight test of the sword, and Li Xiu began to use sword techniques in earnest, truly beginning to fight the enemy.
Without using sword qi, the Yitian Sword cut or stabbed or hooked, leaving behind fleeting pale blue sword shadows!
Li Xiu seemed to be holding a surging clear spring as he ghostly drifted through the dozen or so monks.
The monks were pitiful too, knowing that their long sticks couldn't block the divine sword, but unable to escape the bright sword light either!
They could only try to block with their long sticks!
Knowing that it was futile but still doing it, not all acts of bravery and courage, but sometimes being forced into a corner and helpless... One person against a dozen, it was a one-sided massacre!
Li Xiu's sword techniques were smooth and fluid, with heart and sword in harmony, and in no time there were no more living beings around him.
From the moment Li Xiu first unsheathed his sword, it was only a matter of seven or eight breaths of time before all the Shaolin monks who had come to delay him fell to the ground, covered in blood.
Looking at the tragic scene before him, Yuan Guan couldn't help but nearly burst into tears, his face turning red as if bloodstained, his steel teeth making a grinding noise as he clenched his jaw!
When the head of the Arhat Hall, Wu Se The Zen Master, passed down formation techniques to the Arhat disciples, he had repeatedly told them that when facing enemies, the formation must be fast and accurate!
Because every moment of delay increases the risk of injury and death for the delaying disciples.
The Arhat Hall disciples have used formation techniques to deal with strong enemies before, and in the most severe cases, there have been injuries and deaths among the delaying disciples, but never anything as brutal as this!
As soon as they formed the formation, a dozen disciples were already killed!