Li Xiu was holding a long sword, bending over and laughing wildly, with a strange sense of joy flashing across his face.
"How interesting! Really interesting! Where can you see this in 'normal' times?"
The more Li Xiu laughed with open arms, the more Yuan Guan felt that someone was constantly slapping him on the ear.
Looking at the two 'striking' corpses in the formation, he couldn't help but make a ritual bow and say a Buddhist mantra.
''Amitabha!''
This sound seemed to remind the other monks as well, and they all bowed their heads and said the Buddhist mantra in unison.
"'Amitabha!'
The monks chanted the Buddhist mantra in unison, their voices still as heavy and solemn as a yellow bell.
But at this moment, Xiao Zhao, who was on the tree, did not feel any compassion in it.
What is Wudang, Shaolin? What is a famous and righteous sect? They are all hypocritical pretenders!
Even if they wear monk's clothing and recite the Buddhist sutras and deities, they can't hide the filth and corruption under the skin!
It is really hypocritical and disgusting. In comparison, Li Xiu's actions seem more true, at least the evil is obvious and complete.
Uh, I don't know if this is praise or criticism.
"'What do you think of the monk with the iron stick?'
Li Xiu pointed to the two bodies on the ground with his sword and then pointed at Yuan Guan, mockingly asking.
Yuan Guan was extremely ashamed and angry, but he was not stupid, and quickly changed the topic.
"'Less nonsense, it is obvious that you are a wicked man who is delaying time to recover your internal energy!'"
''I was careless just now and fell for your trick, but now let me show you the true power of the 108 Great Arhat Formation!'
"Arhat Hall disciples, demon-slaying stick!"
As soon as Yuan Guan spoke, the internal energy in the formation changed immediately, condensing into two pale yellow long staves about one meter long and a bowl's thickness.
The staves swung fiercely at Li Xiu from both sides, and the wind blew up before the long staves even reached him in the formation.
Li Xiu sneered, these monks really thought that this formation could subdue him.
His sword danced in his hand, cutting left and right. The deep red sword qi collided fiercely with the pale yellow long staves! The pale yellow long staves were blasted away, but the sword qi still had residual power and killed the monks.
Without Yuan Guan's command, the dozens of monks on the side that the sword qi was rushing towards immediately condensed their internal energy and swung their staves to form a three-foot qi shield to defend against the sword qi.
However, the dozens of monks' jujube wood long staves also trembled, obviously they were not easy to defend against.
In the next moment, countless stick shadows appeared in the formation, attacking Li Xiu from all four sides.
Li Xiu's Yitian sword also danced faster and faster in his hand, sometimes dodging his body and sometimes colliding with it with sword qi.
Under this intense attack, Li Xiu's dark red sword qi covered the ground like rain, splashing against the monks!
After a dozen breaths, the attack reached its peak and the only visible colors in the formation seemed to be red and yellow, with everything else blurred.
It could be said that the internal energy was overwhelming and the true energy filled the entire courtyard!
However, it was clear which side had the upper hand. Li Xiu wielded his sword with ease, moving and dodging with ease.
The Arhat Hall disciples, who had initially trembled with their staves, now had pale faces and coughed up blood with every attack from Li Xiu's sword qi, backing away unsteadily.
In the courtyard, the thick stone slabs under the feet of more than a hundred monks had been trampled and worn away by retreat marks.
The side that received more "attention" from Li Xiu was even more terrible, with their shoes in tatters and their skin and flesh scraped and bleeding on the hard stone, making them look terrifying and ferocious.
Yuan Guan felt anxious, as if he was being burned by a great fire. How was it possible that this wicked man had an endless supply of internal energy like the vast ocean? It was bizarre and terrifying.
One person against more than a hundred, with such intense attacks and yet, even now, there was no sign of exhaustion of internal energy.
No! If this continued, this monster could hold on, but they would not be able to!
They must quickly decide the outcome of this battle! A decisive move that breaks the boat and sinks it!
"Change formation! Great Arhat Vajra Fist Seal!"
Yuan Guan roared fiercely, his words clearly indicating that he was ready to go all out.
The more than one hundred suffering monks immediately perked up at the sound. If they waited any longer, they would slowly bleed to death from the accumulation of injuries.
It was better to go all out and fight to the death. Who would emerge victorious was still unknown.
The disciples of Arhat Hall Temple had this thought in their minds and gave a long, low shout, summoning all their strength and internal energy.
In the sky above the formation, a vast amount of dense internal energy converged and churned, forming a swirl.
When Li Xiu looked up, it seemed as if the sky had changed color.
The yellow mist of internal energy condensed and solidified into a yellow, glowing angry Buddha several feet high, with a fierce and evil face, looking down at him!
Especially the muscular and strong right arm, with the thumb concealed and the force clenched into a Vajra fist, seemed to be a substantial hammerhead hitting him head-on!
Li Xiu looked up at the sky as usual, narrowed his eyes in the wind, and continuously injected the extremely rich true qi of the Nine Yang's into the Yitian Sword in his hand.
The Yitian Sword was stimulated by the domineering true qi and constantly trembled and lowed.
The sword edge seemed to be burned by fierce fire and became extremely red, and the sword body was wrapped in layers of red light, and the shocking true qi even pierced the sword for six inches!
Finally, the fist imprinted like thunder!
The fist seal has not yet arrived, but the effort has already caused cracks to appear on the stone floor of the formation.
The true qi of the body's protective aura spontaneously operates, and Li Xiu has never lowered his head.
He also roars as he raises his sword to chop upwards!
"Roar!"
A red sword qi, about a zhang in size and shining brightly, strikes upwards like a returning thunderbolt!
On the ground, both the hundreds of monks and the Xiao Zhao in the tree are attracted to look elsewhere by the sword light.
"Boom! Boom!"
It's like thunder exploding in the ears, and all the people in the turbulent courtyard involuntarily cry out and cover their ears.
Only Li Xiu, holding his sword and looking up at the sky as usual, stares fixedly.
Finally, everything dissipates like emptiness, and Yuan Guan, anxious about the outcome of this life-and-death battle, looks up eagerly.
He only sees a small red shadow going towards the sky, as if it will not stop until it splits the sky.
As for the Great Arhat Vajra Fist Seal that they had placed all their hopes in, there is no trace left.
When Yuan Guan lowers his head, he just happens to meet the eyes of Li Xiu, who is also looking down.
On the cracked stone floor, about a few zhang in size, there are deep trenches caused by the stick shadows and sword qi.
Li Xiu, standing with a sword in his white clothes like the moon, looks terrifying as he is surrounded by a pure area protected by the true qi of the body's protective aura.
Li Xiu, with his clear eyebrows and eyes, smiles at him.
But to Yuan Guan, who was feeling cold in his back, it was so terrifying and frightening!
He has given up hope, is there any way out?
This person is simply unbeatable!
He just wants to run away now!
Yuan Guan grabs the black iron stick and turns to run, but this time no one blames or scolds him.
Instead, it seems that the hundreds of monks have all come to their senses, turning and running as if prompted by Yuan Guan.
Their mouths are seized by fear, screaming wildly, and they don't dare to slow down even a little in front of the people around them.
They all know that at this time, it might not be necessary to run too fast, as long as they can ensure they run faster than the people around them, they have a chance to survive.
Li Xiu has been attacked by this group of monks for so long, how could he let them go?
He waves a sword flower in his hand and takes a step, his body like a weightless straw flying towards the fleeing monks.
When he catches up to one, it is a sword.
When he catches up to several, it is a dark red sword qi.
A person chasing after the hundreds of people who are crying and screaming and not a single person dares to turn around and fight back, how bizarre and frightening this scene is!