Yuan Guan's martial arts were much stronger than those of the other Arhat Hall disciples, and after falling to the ground and immediately getting back up, he ignored the blood at the corner of his mouth and shouted urgently.
"Go! Hold him down! Let's form the big formation again!"
The Arhat Hall disciples who were still standing grabbed their long sticks and charged towards Li Xiu again.
The purpose of refining internal energy had been achieved, and Li Xiu no longer hesitated.
"Buzz!"
He picked up the Yitian Sword that he had inserted into the ground during the internal energy competition and a fierce, rich nine-yang true qi surged, causing a low sword hum to resound through the courtyard in an instant.
He flipped his wrist and a deep red sword qi shot out.
Like a dark red lightning, it split out from the Yitian Sword, beautiful but full of fierce killing intent. It was as fast as the thunder in the nine heavens, coming in an instant.
The first few monks to be hit didn't even have a chance to raise their sticks to block it. Their faces froze with expressions of shock as their upper and lower bodies were neatly divided.
"Splash!"
Blood splattered onto the ground, accompanied by some of their internal organs and entrails scattered all over the place.
After being beheaded, a person will not stand up and die, but will also be in so much pain that they cannot speak. Some of the stronger ones may still be able to make two low, mournful cries.
The mournful cries! The blood-filled stench in the nose! The cruel scene in front of the eyes, like hell!
Many of the monks' faces turned pale, and when they looked at Li Xiu, there was an even more obvious fear in their eyes. The hand holding the stick also lost some of its strength.
In such a scene, it is natural to be stimulated. Some people are stimulated to give birth to fear, but Li Xiu is stimulated to feel disgust and wants to finish this matter as soon as possible.
Li Xiu looked at the scene he had created and couldn't help but frown. He was not afraid to kill, but this was no longer simply a matter of blood and gore. It was ultimately unpleasant.
He made a leap and the sword in his hand danced and flipped, actively leaping into the crowd.
He used the sword techniques learned from the Nameless Sword Technique, as well as some sword techniques he had seen along the way. The long sword frequently moved and was freely displayed.
The deep red sword energy seemed to be like a pouring rain curtain, enveloping all the monks!
The long sticks were broken, and it goes without saying that the fragile human bodies were even more easily broken. Many corpses were broken and scattered!
Although a hundred or more monks rushed at Li Xiu like crazy, they were all crowded together.
But they were all stopped by Li Xiu's sword energy within a range of ten feet around him and could not approach any further!
The pile of broken corpses grew higher and higher, and the monks of the Arhat Hall needed to leap to get close to Li Xiu at some point.
As time passed, several dozen breaths had passed, but no one was able to exchange blows with Li Xiu or touch the sword's blade.
The entire battle was more like a hermit dressed in a moon-white thin shirt, wielding a long sword under the ancient tree in the courtyard, moving and brandishing the sword, freely displaying exquisite sword techniques.
The gorgeous dark red sword qi constantly flickered and flew out from all around him, generating gusts of wind, twisting the sky.
However, within a zhang was a person leisurely sword dancing, while outside a zhang were countless monks screaming, their faces covered in blood, unwilling to fall.
"Retreat! Quickly retreat!"
A roar from a Shaolin monk, filled with anger, the desire to kill, and sorrow, resounded through the area.
Finally, the Yuan Guan monk managed to gather all of the intact disciples and barely formed the 108 Great Arhat Array again, trapping Li Xiu within the formation.
The monks of the Arhat Hall also woke up from their trance and were no longer affected by the aura of death surrounding them, they retreated while wielding their sticks and beating Li Xiu.
Yuan Guan did not stop them and allowed many pale-faced disciples to leave the formation.
However, when there were only a few people left, Yuan Guan saw that Li Xiu was approaching the edge of the formation and a hint of unwillingness and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he yelled out loudly.
"Defend!"
The 108 monks united their internal energy and closed the formation.
As Li Xiu walked, he waved his sword qi and killed several more monks, but when there were only two monks left, he raised his eyebrows and stopped moving.
Li Xiu leaned on his sword and looked at the impending events with a playful look.
With the man-eating demon behind them, the two monks who had already been scared out of their wits naturally did not dare to kill their way back and only wanted to escape forward.
"Yuan Guan uncle-monk, save us, let us out!"
"Yuan Guan uncle-monk, quickly open the formation, I don't want to die!"
The two monks cried and begged, looking at Yuan Guan. A hint of embarrassment flashed across the bitter face of Yuan Guan, who held a long stick.
This hint of expression fell into Li Xiu's eyes and a smile appeared on his face. He saw what he had expected.
Yuan Guan only felt that more than two hundred eyes were looking at him on both sides, and he couldn't help but curse the wicked man in front of him for being extremely deceitful.
In order to not give the wicked man a chance to escape, he forced himself to bear the feelings of compassion and sealed the formation.
But who would have thought that the wicked man would stop attacking in the end, resulting in this embarrassing situation.
Yuan Guan naturally wanted to save these two disciples, but the wicked man was only a few meters away from the edge of the formation, a dangerous distance.
Once the formation was opened, it would only take a moment for the wicked man to reach it.
By the time the two disciples had run a few steps, the wicked man would have left the formation, and if he killed a few more disciples, it would be difficult to gather enough people for the formation, and everything would be lost!
Yuan Guan tried to make the expression of unbearable grief on his face look natural.
''Two of my apprentice brothers, I cannot give this evil man any chance to break out of the formation. If I open the formation, this evil man will seize the opportunity".
''Once this evil man breaks out of the formation, there will certainly be more disciples who will suffer at his poisonous hands, and with more injured or killed, we will not have enough people to complete the formation".
''If that happens, not only will we all die here, without even complete bodies, but the foundation of our Shaolin Temple, built over hundreds of years, will also be destroyed in an instant!'"
Upon hearing this, the two disciples didn't react much, but he clearly felt that the formation's internal energy became more cohesive and the whole body surged.
Then, he noticed that the disciples on either side had turned around and were no longer looking at him or the two disciples, but were instead focusing on maintaining the formation with serious expressions and all their effort.
Clearly, they had accepted that the sacrifice of the two disciples was noble and worthy.
It was not known whether this was because he had emphasized that "the foundation of Shaolin Temple built up over hundreds of years would be destroyed in an instant," or because of the phrase "we will all die."
As the internal energy of the formation surged, the two monks standing so close to him naturally felt it more clearly than ever. "You... good, today I will sacrifice myself to slay the demon!"
One of the monks seemed to have seen through and understood everything, his expression furious as he turned and brandished his stick towards Li Xiu, ready to attack him.
But as he turned, Li Xiu swiftly performed a sword flourish with a twist of his wrist and swung his sword towards him.
The monk's face was filled with deep fear, and he instinctively turned and tried to flee.
But he had only taken a few steps before he collided firmly with the cohesive internal energy of the formation.
"Bam!" The collision was fast, and the force of the internal energy sent him flying even faster.
The broken corpse was struck with such force that it was sent flying backwards, just passing by Li Xiu and falling a few meters behind him, stirring up a large cloud of dust.
"Clearly, you don't seem to have the same kind of bravery as Sakyamuni."
Li Xiu shook his head and turned his playful gaze towards the other person.
The other monk looked at Li Xiu's gaze and the broken corpse, unconsciously swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
Then he angrily turned, looking at his fellow apprentice monks and Yuan Guan with round, bloodshot eyes.
"Good! Really good fellow apprentice monks from the same sect for over a decade!"
Then he burst out with all his internal energy, throwing his hand-held long stick of jujube wood towards Yuan Guan with all his might!
Naturally, the long stick was bounced back by the internal energy of the formation, shattering into many pieces scattered on the ground.
The monk paid no attention to this, throwing his head back and laughing with a desolate and angry laugh.
Then, he struck his own forehead with a palm with all his strength.
In the face of his body being shattered by the internal energy of the formation for two hundred years, his bones and flesh torn and mangled, and being split into pieces by Li Xiu's deep red sword qi, he chose to end his own life, preserving his whole corpse.