Comprehensive martial arts: Guarding Wudang, stopping Xu Weixiong at the beginning

The sword light fell, and in an instant, it turned into a terrifying sword qi and exploded, the ground shook, and the Vajra Demon Suppression Array composed of five hundred warrior monks collapsed instantly.

Under this sword light, there was not even the slightest power to resist.

The sword qi roared, setting off a violent storm, and the leading Vajra Hall Leader and the other two great monks of the Vajra Realm bore the brunt of this sword light.

"Bang"

The vajra physique that Buddhism was proud of collapsed instantly, was torn apart by the sword qi, and the qi and blood boiled, but it was annihilated by the sword light in the blink of an eye.

What a terrible power this is?

"Bang"

The body of the first seat of the King Kong Hall exploded in the sword qi, turning into a cloud of blood mist, and the remaining two great monks were not spared.

The sword qi crossed the border, and was directly cut off by the waist, and he didn't even have a chance to let out a scream.

Half of his body fell to the ground, and on his bloody face, there was a faint trace of horror.

"Boom Boom"

"Boom Boom"

The void shook, the rolling sword qi was entangled, and at the foot of the mountain, within a radius of a hundred zhang, it was like boiling water.

One by one, the warrior monks of the Arhat Hall and the King Kong Hall were slashed by the sword qi, and they turned into clouds of blood mist one after another.

"Boom"

A middle-aged warrior monk looked frightened, the brass stick in his hand broke, the sword qi entered his body, and he let out a terrible scream.

The five internal organs and the meridians and bones of the whole body were all shattered by the sword qi, and the flesh expanded rapidly, like a balloon, and then the eyes opened wide and exploded.

"Help me. "

The companion next to him was terrified when he saw this scene, but before he could react, he was sealed by a cold light.

His eyes were wide open, his expression was frightened, mixed with a thick unwillingness to fall on his back.

"Help. "

Between life and death, under this sword, even a disciple of Shaolin could hardly endure that kind of torture between life and death.

I could only watch my companions around me die tragically one after another, and then it was my turn.

despair

wrath

fear

A sword

With just one sword, the young Taoist priest broke through the Vajra Demon Suppression Array composed of King Kong Hall and Arhat Hall masters.

After slashing out a sword, Lin Xuan fell from the sky and landed on the back of the green ox, holding a sword weapon more than three feet long.

On the frost sword, the whole body was glowing with a mysterious color, and the billowing cold air was pervasive, overwhelming, and the surrounding grass, trees, bamboos, stones, and the ground were covered with a layer of faint frost.

"I can't help myself. "

He shook his head and spoke softly, his eyes not showing the slightest fluctuation.

At this time, the foot of Shaolin Mountain has long ceased to be a pure place for Buddhism, and it has become a Senluo Hell.

The ground was full of stumps and broken arms, and the corpses were lying on the ground, blood staining the ground red, gathering together and dipping into the ground.

The air was filled with a thick layer of blood-colored mist, mixed with a looming cold glow, and the storm of sword qi never retreated.

There are also some warrior monks who are struggling to hold on.

"Adversary, die. "

The rest of the people looked at the young Taoist priest on the back of the green ox, and they all showed angry expressions, ignoring the sword qi in all directions, and rushed towards Lin Xuan without fear of death.

A monk carried a brass stick, jumped up, and was about to smash his head down, but the person was in mid-air and had not yet landed.

In the void, a subtle but extremely bright light suddenly appeared, and it was the sword qi that had been condensed to the extreme that tore through the air.

"Puff"

Two torsos and broken brass rods slammed to the ground.

Far from frightening the living warrior monks, this scene provoked their ferocity and continued to slaughter.

In the face of these ant-like dying struggles, Lin Xuan didn't even have the idea of making a move.

He raised his head, looked through the layers of blood-colored mist, looked into the depths of the mountain, and seemed to see the thousand-year-old temple.

One thought, in the space in front of him, the sword light flashed, and he killed more than ten warrior monks, at this moment.

At the foot of the mountain

Except for him and the green ox under his crotch, there was no one alive, and a full five hundred elite warrior monks were all buried under the sword just now.

The blood gathered into a stream, flowing with a bang, and the smell of blood filled the air, accompanied by the mountain wind.

The fog rose into the sky, and under the illumination of the day, it was glowing with a strange blood, and the grass, trees, bamboos and stones were stained with a lot of blood.

In the entire one-person Shura field, not to mention ordinary people, even those Jianghu people who lick blood at the tip of their knives all year round, few have seen such a tragic scene.

Many masters who were hiding from a distance and watching changed color in unison, only to feel their hearts beating and their hearts and gallbladders splitting.

He didn't even dare to look at the young Taoist priest.

What kind of demon path, evil way, in front of Lin Xuan, is all a small way.

Break through the formation with a sword

Kill five hundred monks with one sword

One sword breaks ten thousand laws

This is the lethal power of the great master of the sword, which can be called terrifying, regardless of whether your formation is exquisite or not, whether you are numerous and powerful.

There is only one sword, and when a sword is slashed, the winner will be divided, and life and death will be decided.

The mountain wind swept the blood mist towards him, and the green ox under his crotch was a little uneasy, and on his back, the young Taoist priest pouted.

"It's horrible. "

Hundreds of zhang away, the man who cultivated as a small grandmaster gasped, only to feel that his whole body was extremely cold.

The scorching sun was hanging high, but now he couldn't feel the slightest temperature, his hands and feet were stiff, and he didn't even dare to move his fingers.

"Is it still human?"

Someone else spoke: "That's the elite disciples of the Vajra Hall and the Luohan Hall, but they all died under that sword." "

"Demons. "

"Monsters. "

"What kind of kendo cultivation is this? "

"With this sword alone, Lin Xuan is qualified to win the top three in the world's sword path. "

"What a domineering sword aura. "

Many people sighed, but there were also many masters who could see the subtlety of the young Taoist swordsman's swordsmanship, and the understatement of the sword was the supreme swordsmanship of the world's swordsmen.

Over the years, although Lin Xuan has almost faded out of the rivers and lakes, he has been concentrating on cultivation in Wudang, and has not walked around the mountain.

But no one dared to ignore his existence, not to mention anything else, even the secret agents at the foot of Wudang Mountain were countless.

There are Taoist gates, Buddhist gates, Confucian gates, righteous paths, evil demons, as well as the imperial court and local forces.

No way

Lin Xuan's existence itself was a great deterrent, and this time when he went down the mountain, although he didn't make much noise before, he had already been targeted by countless people.

"I hope that this time Lin Xuan and Shaolin can lose both. "

Someone secretly said in his heart: "It's best for Shaolin to leave it forever." "

"This son has turned into a dragon. "

In the darkness, a hoarse voice spoke: "If you don't kill him with 100% certainty, you can't be an enemy of him." "

"Is he really that scary?"

Next to the black-robed man, a young man asked with an unwilling expression.

"It's scary. "

After a moment of silence, the black-robed man continued: "Even if I face him, I'm afraid I won't even have a chance of winning. "

Hearing this, the young man's eyes shrank slightly, and his expression was shocked.

But I don't know that this is because the black-robed man doesn't want to hit the young man's ambition too much, although his cultivation is strong, he is known to be good at pointing at the Xuan Killing Heavenly Phenomena.

But if you really want to fight with that young Taoist priest, this success is not a chance of winning at all, but a chance to survive.

The most terrifying thing is that there may not even be a chance of survival, and it is almost certain death.

"Is this the man Xu Weixiong has a crush on?"

The young man's face was gloomy.

"There's no need. "

The black-robed humane: "For the sake of a woman to offend Lin Xuan, although this guy is a disciple of Wudang, his style of acting is extremely weird, more than the Demon Gate, and he will be retribution, and if he provokes him, there will be no good end." "

"But I'm still not reconciled. "

The young man snorted coldly.

"After you win the world, what kind of woman do you want?"

The black-robed man spoke.

At the foot of Shaolin Mountain

The young Taoist priest was in the Shura Hell, and he didn't even frown, and the smell of blood mixed with mist wafted into the distance.

"Let's go, go up the hill. "

Lin Xuan spoke, the green ox under his crotch moved his hooves, stepped on the mud formed by the gathering of blood, stepped over the corpses, crossed the Shaolin Mountain Gate, and walked along the stone ladder to the mountain.

From beginning to end, his expression did not change much, as if the sword just now had nothing to do with him, and the five hundred monks who died were not his own.

In other words, at his level, killing 500 people is not much different from killing one.

It's just ants.

Lin Xuan is not the kind of person who kills innocents indiscriminately, but if anyone commits it in his hands, he will not show the slightest mercy.

Cut the grass and eradicate the roots, cut them all, and do it easily.

Not to mention anything else today, just saying that the loss of 500 elite monks is enough to make Shaolin, a thousand-year-old temple, the leader of Buddhism, and Taishan Beidou in the righteous path of martial arts, greatly damage the vitality.

Even almost let the Vajra Hall and the Arhat Hall exist in name only, you must know that these are five hundred masters, not ordinary disciples.

Among the six courtyards of Shaolin, King Kong Hall and Luohan Hall are the stronger existences, and there are many masters in the two halls, which are the mainstay of Shaolin.

Now that most of the losses have been lost in the first war, I am afraid that in a few decades, it will be impossible for both the King Kong Hall and the Luohan Hall to recover.

A big sect like Shaolin Wudang, the inheritance and prosperity depend on the disciples in the door, if a generation is not good, it means that this sect has shown a trend of decline.

Even if it is like Huishan, it recruits customers from all over the world and recruits the strong in black and white for its own use.

But its core will always be the disciples of the Xuanyuan family.

Most of the sects in the world are the same, and only the disciples they have cultivated are the most loyal and willing to pay for the sect.

The disciples of this generation of Wudang, led by Lin Xuan, have the reputation of the seven sons of Wudang, plus many second-generation disciples and third-generation disciples, there are many talented cultivators.

This is also the main reason why Wudang can rise rapidly in just over ten years.

But now

Wudang's old opponent, the elite disciples of the two academies of Shaolin were directly killed by Lin Xuan with a sword, which was equivalent to cutting off Shaolin's luck for the next few decades.

Without the younger generation to weigh up, how long can the old monks who relied on those half-footed coffins last?

"Shaolin is going to collapse. "

Seeing the young Taoist priest riding a green ox and disappearing on the stone road, some people sighed.

"These 500 monks were killed and wounded, and Shaolin was powerless. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"In this battle, no matter how it is won or lost, the decline of Shaolin is a foregone conclusion. "

"Who would have thought that after Shaolin suppressed Wudang for decades, the situation would change dramatically in just a few years. "

A clear-eyed man spoke.

This is the rivers and lakes, there is no eternal strongman, and there is no eternal winner, how brilliant was the invincible Li Jianshen in the world before Jiazi back then?

In the end, he was defeated in the hands of the old monster of the East China Sea King, and since then he has disappeared and evaporated from the world.

Only the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and one wave is stronger than the other.

In the rivers and lakes, there are countless front waves that have been killed by the back waves.

"Wudang is prosperous, and it is on this person"

Someone said excitedly: However, there is not only one Lin Xuan in Wudang, but also the seven sons of Wudang, each of whom is talented and strong, and I also heard that Mu Huanhuan, the third disciple of Wang Zhenren, has also stepped into the realm of grandmasters.

"The rise of Wudang will certainly change the current situation in the rivers and lakes, Buddhism is respected by Shaolin, and the era of Taoism led by dragons and tigers is about to pass. "

Many masters of the rivers and lakes whispered and discussed in a low voice, and on the mountain road, the young Taoist priest heard it clearly, and he didn't even drop a word.

However, Lin Xuan didn't care about these, or didn't bother to pay attention to their thoughts.

rivers and lakes

The weak are pawns, and only the strong can become chess players.

Going up the steps, the corners of an ancient temple come into view, faintly with the sound of a bronze bell in your ears, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

Collide with the smell of blood coming from the foot of the mountain, mixed together, and extraordinarily contradictory.

It is obviously a holy place of Buddhism, but at this moment, it is like purgatory on earth, and the blood mist lingers in the sky over Shaolin for a long time.

Inside the Daxiong Treasure Hall

Almost all the great monks of Shaolin were present, regardless of whether they could do martial arts or not, many monks practiced Buddhism all their lives, and rarely set foot in martial arts, but their seniority was extremely high.

These monks have a lot of status within the Buddhist sect.

Master Kongqing, the abbot of Shaolin, looked sad, twisted a rosary in his hand, and recited Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, and there was a faint sound of shouting and killing from the foot of the mountain.

The monks sat cross-legged with different expressions, some showing compassion, some showing fierce expressions, some looking indifferent, and some motionless like mountains.

"'Master Abbot, there is a Vajra Demon Suppression Great Array set up by five hundred disciples of my Luohan Hall and King Kong Hall, not to mention Lin Xuan, even if Wudang Sect Leader Wang Chonglou comes, it is impossible to break the formation. "

Many old monks were silent, after all, they also knew that the origin of this murder was not the reason of Shaolin.

"I hope that Master Lin can retreat from the difficulties. "

After a while, a white-eyed monk spoke, showing compassion on his face: "If Wudang and Shaolin start a war, the rivers and lakes will definitely fall into a catastrophe, and when the evil demons rise, the rivers and lakes will be in danger." "

"Uncle Shi's statement is ridiculous. "

Immediately, a senior monk retorted: "The disciple hopes that Lin Xuan will enter the battle and take the opportunity to suppress him, this person is the successor of the next head of Wu, and now many people in the rivers and lakes are spreading that Wudang is prosperous because of Lin Xuan."

If it can be suppressed in one fell swoop and cut off the signs of Wudang's prosperity, it is also a very good thing, and this person has entered the devil's way, murderous and indiscriminately killing innocents, and his hands are stained with the blood of many Buddhism and Shaolin masters. "

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, the huge Shaolin, thousands of disciples, some people want to meditate and participate in Zen, and some people want to dominate the rivers and lakes and dominate the world.

Mo said that Buddhism is not a monolith, and even Shaolin itself is not an ironclad plate (Zhao's), but when there is a great enemy, many courtyards will abandon their prejudices and join forces to resist the enemy.

This situation exists in the vast majority of sects, as long as internal disagreements do not go against the interests of the sect.

However, just as the great monk finished speaking, there were blood-drenched disciples who rushed into the Daxiong Treasure Hall with rolling and crawling.

He knelt on the ground with a puff and wept bitterly: "Abbot, masters, it's over." "

"It's all over. "

"What's over. "

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and many high-ranking monks in the hall changed color and hurriedly asked.

"It's all gone. "

The bloodied Shami said with a tremor in his tone: "The five hundred senior brothers under the mountain are gone. "

"Woo, I was killed by Lin Xuan with a sword. "

"Now there is a river of blood and corpses all over the mountain. "

"Boom Boom"

"Boom Boom"

In the main hall, one by one the eminent monks and great virtues were devoured by thunder, especially the first seat of the Luohan Hall, which was even more violent.

When the disciple who brought up the message, his expression was hideous, he glared angrily, and shouted, "You say it again." "

This disciple was originally watching from a distance at the bottom of the mountain, but he was already frightened by Lin Xuan's sword, but at this time, he was frightened by the first seat of the Luohan Hall, and he directly rolled his eyes, convulsed all over, and foamed at the mouth.

After a while, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was directly frightened and died, and when he was dying, he also sprayed a mouthful of blood on the face of the first seat of the Luohan Hall.

"Boom"

The first seat of the Luohan Hall in a fit of rage directly threw out the disciple in his hand and slammed it to the ground.

Such a tyrannical appearance, not to mention the little novice outside the main hall, even the old monks in the main hall showed dissatisfaction.

"Senior nephew, how can you treat the disciples in the sect like this. "

A white-eyed monk reprimanded: "So tyrannical, how can you be a disciple of Buddhism?"

The first seat of the Luohan Hall also knew that he was wrong, and hurriedly rushed out, about to rescue the disciple.

But the guy who was scared to death a long time ago, in this short period of time, where is there still a little breath.

"Emptiness. "

The abbot spoke.

"Senior brother, senior brother knows what is wrong. "

The first busy road of Luohan Hall.