Li Xiu shook off the blood on his sword and looked around at the formation of Shaolin monks surrounding him.
There were more than a hundred monks, divided into twelve groups, each with eight or nine people.
They stood in rows and columns, crisscrossing and standing alternately.
Each monk had a long stick in hand and was staring angrily at him, surrounding him in the middle.
Upon closer inspection, each Shaolin monk's body was filled with internal energy, blending together.
The massive amount of internal energy was like a river, distorting the air and blurring the objects outside the formation.
However, Li Xiu didn't need to look to know that there were more than two hundred monks waiting outside the formation, ready to attack at any moment.
As soon as someone was injured in the formation, they would immediately replace them, always ready to use their lives to kill him if necessary.
Among other things, more than a hundred muscular, bald men with big sticks in their hands were staring at him with dead eyes.
"This is really just for show," Li Xiu shook his head and couldn't help but sigh.
He then asked the monk who seemed to be in charge,
"Since this formation is for me, may I know what this formation is called?"
The monk snorted angrily and violently shook his black iron rod.
"This formation is called the 108 Great Arhats Formation, it was created specifically by Patriarch Damo to suppress monsters like you!"
"It's Damo again, isn't Damo tired?"
Li Xiu was not angry when he was shouted at, and retorted with a hint of irony.
As is well known, Shaolin has held the throne of the first largest sect in the world for hundreds of years, holding the reins of the rivers and lakes, and being admired and feared by countless heroes!
However, what is most criticized about Shaolin is that even now, with such prestige and achievement, it relies entirely on Damo.
But it can also be said that without Damo, Shaolin would not be able to prosper. It is truly unknown where it would have stayed honest or where it would have turned for its prestige.
When it comes to Patriarch Damo, he really doesn't know how to refute it. Yuan Guan regrets that he should not have spoken up, so he does not say any more.
"Enough idle talk! Die!"
"Attack!"
Yuan Guan roared like a lion, ringing through the huge courtyard!
Even Xiao Zhao, hidden in the dense ancient tree, felt like there was thunder blasting in her ears.
Looking down, Li Xiu was surrounded by hundreds of monks with sticks. For some reason, she felt a touch of worry in her heart.
It is hard to say what kind of love it is, but it is more like the emotions that have been developed from the initial unfamiliar caution to the current familiar habits over the past few days.
For example, when Guo Xiang was held captive by Master Jinlun, she initially wanted to kill him with a stone and escape from him.
Master Jinlun threatened Guo Xiang and also used her to threaten Guo Jing and Huang Rong.
But later, Guo Xiang was saddened by Master Jinlun's death.
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Xiao Zhao knew that this thief had excellent martial arts skills, but there were more than 300 monks here, all of whom were also not weak in martial arts.
Two fists are hard to fight against four hands, and even strong internal energy will eventually be exhausted.
If this thief is defeated in a moment, should she come down from the tree to help, or wait until this thief is beaten to death by a random stick and leave freely with a smile on her face?
Xiao Zhao was indecisive in her mind and could only shake her head, focusing on the situation in the field and deciding later.
Yuan Guan roared like a lion, and all the monks followed with a loud shout, and the formation's internal energy immediately shook.
"Die!"
Suddenly, the courtyard was empty and surging, the wind was gusty, and the monk's clothes fluttered.
The ground in the formation was even more bizarre and frightening, with leaves and dirt jumping three inches high!
Li Xiu's face was suffocated, feeling like he was in the vortex of the deep sea, being involuntarily swayed by the other party's internal energy.
It was like being suppressed by the head of a river, with a force of ten thousand pounds!
It was also like being torn apart by a storm, with the skin feeling like needles!
"Good! Good formation!"
Li Xiu sincerely shouted, his body's Nine Yang's True Qi fully erupted, quickly surging and rotating to form a True Qi vortex.
Yuan Guan was startled, this madman was not only not avoiding the formation, but also wanted to collide head-on with it!
However, soon, a hint of joy and mockery appeared on Yuan Guan's face.
It's really overestimating oneself, isn't it making it easier for them to come?
Li Xiu's face was red like charcoal, a sign of the Nine Yang's Divine Art being fully activated!
His white thin shirt was also swayed by his own internal energy, which also shows that he has given his all and can no longer care about anything else.
Li Xiu knows that this formation naturally does not add up the internal energy of these more than 100 monks.
Otherwise, he would not have been able to stand until now and would have been crushed by the internal energy of over two thousand years into a mass of flesh, blood, and dust.
Upon feeling this internal energy carefully, it is equivalent to about two hundred years at most.
Although the number of years sounds frightening, it also depends on the internal energy of what cultivation method for those two hundred years.
The internal cultivation of these 300 Arhat temple disciples is naturally not low quality, but it is also impossible to compare it to Zhang Sanfeng's Pure Yang Unending Skill, let alone his Nine Yang Divine Art.
Most likely, this large formation is equivalent to a person with internal cultivation slightly stronger than Zhang Sanfeng competing with Li Xiu in internal energy.
However, after all, this is a formation and it is never possible to be as focused and precise as a single person's internal energy.
So Li Xiu was able to withstand it, but it was not easy. Li Xiu was able to attack and defend, and he even had the confidence to break the formation easily.
However, formations have the inevitable weakness of being inflexible and lacking in agility, and the people in the formation are vulnerable.
Of course, these are only weaknesses for those who can withstand the power of the formation. For those who are weak, they would have already been killed by the internal energy.
Li Xiu's Nine Yang Divine Art has a constant supply of internal force, but these people in the formation do not, and they will eventually run out of internal energy.
Even if there are people to rotate as substitutes, they cannot be too many, or else the formation will collapse on its own.
He is currently trying to break the formation in an unconventional way and also using this opportunity to hone his own internal energy in order to make further progress.
It means that the ninefold inner strength has been achieved, not that the Nine Yang Divine Art has been perfected.
This is such a good opportunity, with external force forcing him to approach the limit of his inner strength, how could he not cherish it?
Of course, in the eyes of Yuan Guan, who does not know the inside story, this wicked person acts foolishly and is arrogant.
However, gradually, after a cup of tea, Yuan Guan's face changed and sweat appeared on his forehead.
He looked around and saw that the wicked person was not in much trouble, but on their side, several disciples were already swaying and pale.
It was clearly a sign of internal energy exhaustion, and even his internal energy had been nearly exhausted by half.
However, there were some sharp-eyed disciples who carefully replaced those who had run out of internal energy, giving him some relief.
Just as Yuan Guan was thinking about how much longer this wicked man could hold on, Li Xiu seemed unable to support himself any longer, shrinking and slightly moving his feet.
Yuan Guan's eyes flashed with great joy and he quickly spoke again, "Attack again!"
The monks also noticed Li Xiu's weakness and breathed out, increasing their inner strength even more.
The massive internal energy felt like a heavy burden pressing down on Li Xiu, causing him to shrink even more.
Just when Yuan Guan thought the wicked man was going to fail,
Li Xiu suddenly stretched out his body and advanced in internal energy.
He waved his hands to the sides, and the nine-yang true qi of his body burst out and rushed to all sides!
The tearing wind and split sky sound seemed to roar like a fierce tiger!
Li Xiu's feet immediately cleaned the leaves and dirt with true qi, leaving a clean ground.
Then, the true qi struck like an evil dragon swinging its tail!
Over a hundred Arhat Hall monks were all struck and vomited blood, crying out and flying backwards!
Thus, Li Xiu's Nine Yang Divine Art made further progress!
Of course, such an easy and simple progress is also inseparable from his previous months of self-cultivation and hard work, only to have today's accumulation and thinness...