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Eighteen eminent monks, Arhat, besieged Chen Jun in the center.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and then the Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum Swordsmen around him and Wang Yuyan and others separated out, watching the battle as if they had already been instructed.

"Amitabha, the matter has come to this, Shaolin has no choice but to challenge Your Majesty!" Monk Xuan Ji, who temporarily presides over Shaolin, recited the name of the Buddha: "If Your Majesty retreats, Shaolin will be closed for three years to apologize for its sins!"

Many people in the world couldn't help but be shocked when they heard this. As the leader of the martial arts world, Shaolin had never encountered such a situation before. He was probably in a life-and-death crisis before he took this step.

"You and I both know that the arrow is on the string, so forgive me for not agreeing."

Xuanji's face condensed: "Then I'll see the real chapter under my hands, and the devil and evil will be conquered today!"

The words rolled out, full of sonorous and sharp killing intent, filling the entire magnificent palace with intimidation.

"Conquer the demons and slay evil spirits today!"

The eighteen Arhats all drank together, and suddenly, they saw eighteen venerable men armed with various weapons joining forces to attack.

The weapons roared with wind and thunder, and roared through the air.

"Why bother?"

Chen Jun curled the five fingers of his hands together and stabbed in the air. He tore through countless air currents between the opening and closing of the five fingers. His hands rotated and changed, transforming into swords, guns, swords, halberds and other weapons. The complexity of the changes was like looking at the picking trees among the flowers, with light clouds and breeze.

The flower bones at the top.

This is the Tianshan Plum Blossom Shou, which only has three palm techniques and three grappling techniques, a total of six martial arts, but it contains the essence of the Xiaoyao sect's martial arts. As long as the practitioner's vision is broad enough, any martial arts in the world can be incorporated into it.

Inside.

This kind of unique skill, if used in the hands of the Tianshan Child Elder, would be like the ethereal and delicate methods of a fairy.

But in Chen Jun's hands, it was a majestic and domineering powerful move.

Bang bang bang!!!

When the Arhat monk holding the weapon suddenly connected with Chen Jun's palm, his body was struck like a heavy hammer, and he suddenly retreated, leaving a pool of blood on the ground. The scene was horrifying.

Within a moment, many monks fell to the ground, all their martial arts skills wasted.

"Amitabha!"

Xuanji's eyes widened in anger, he chanted the Buddha's name, and shouted: "Please give me some tips!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the six leaders including Abbot Xuanji, such as Bodhidharma Hall, Arhat Hall, and Law Enforcement Hall, suddenly stepped forward and killed them all.

The leader was none other than Xuanji, who rushed towards him like a flying bird, and slapped the air with his palm, which had the potential to crack the rocks.

Everyone in the world knows that Shaolin Abbot Xuanci is one of the top players in the world, but few people know that the other six Shaolin leaders have the same level of combat power as him, and each of them has mastered the seventy-two unique Shaolin skills.

This is the true foundation of Shaolin.

Just by looking at Xuanji's Prajna Palm, Chen Jun could tell at a glance that it had more than forty years of fire.

As soon as he made a move, his big fan-like palms emptied the air on both sides, and the strong wind blew like a knife into the faces of the heroes watching the battle, causing cold pain and pain. His power was the first among many!

"boom!"

Chen Jun took a step forward, and touched it with an ordinary palm. A powerful whirlwind suddenly erupted, causing the beams of the hall to shake violently. When he stepped forward again, Xuanji's face turned pale, and he flew away, revealing a bitter and gloomy look.

When this palm, which gathers all the internal energy of the body, strikes him, you can immediately feel the surging internal energy in his body like a vast ocean, bottomless and full of vitality.

Even for all of them, their chances of winning are slim.

"Brother, let me help you!"

call!

The strong wind roared, and the brocade cassock was fully spread out, covering every inch of the body and cutting through it.

"Kasaya Demon Subduing Technique!"

Chen Jun dodged for a moment, and the golden cassock immediately split a deep groove into the beams in the hall, which was much more powerful than the sharp blade of the sword.

At this time, four more people shouted and attacked one after another. Their figures moved quickly and jumped, and their afterimages floated in the sky, which was dizzying and difficult to capture.

This battle is a battle of life and death for Shaolin. The six leaders fought tooth and nail with all their strength because they knew they could never retreat.

If we retreat, I'm afraid there will be an abyss behind us.

But unfortunately, the six of them became more and more shocked the more they fought, their hearts were gradually dominated by despair, and they felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

Could it be that today is really a disaster for Shaolin?

"Form up!"

Xuanji looked up to the sky and lamented. His shrill roar made the other five people suddenly excited, and then they transformed into a demon-suppressing formation, and they all attacked Chen Jun like a net.

But not long after, the second siege of the six leaders of Shaolin came to nothing again, and was shattered in an instant. The six monks looked at each other, and Abbot Xuanji slapped him away again, while the five people behind him lined up in a line and poured their inner strength into Xuanji.

In the body of silence!

"Well done!"

The six people's tyrannical internal energy gathered together and made a palm. Chen Jun smiled brightly and also fought with one arm and one palm. Suddenly, the bluestone slabs under the six monks' feet broke into spider webs, and at the same time, the six people broke out in cold sweat.

But at this moment, Chen Jun's eyes narrowed, he suddenly took two or three steps back, and exhaled a long white arrow of air.

Everyone was puzzled as to why he, who had the upper hand in the fight, was knocked back two steps.

"Amitabha!"

The faint chant of the Buddha's name was like a thunderbolt from the sky exploding in the main hall. The eyes of everyone in the world were suddenly blackened. After a moment of concentration, they saw an old monk wearing simple monk robes slowly walking out from behind the six Shaolin leaders.

The old monk looked inconspicuous, but he had an air of admiration that made people feel like they were in a spring breeze.

"Peerless strong man!"

The thought suddenly popped up in everyone's mind, and then they thought, Shaolin has stood for thousands of years, how could it not have such a profound heritage without a hidden master?

"Donor, my martial arts has reached the realm of heaven and man, which is really rare." The sweeping monk glanced around at the monks and disciples who were lying on the ground and wailing. All the monks and disciples had their martial arts abolished, and sighed: "Thank you to the benefactor for being merciful and not cutting off their lives!"

Chen Jun looked at Tianlong's final boss and said: "I don't have much grudge against them, it's just a dispute over ideas. Of course they are still stubborn, so I don't mind a bloodbath in Shaolin."

The six leaders of Shaolin did not get angry, but after the previous battle, there was a chill in his heart.

"No matter what, I have to thank the benefactor!" the sweeping monk said slowly, then turned to look at Abbot Xuanji: "How are you considering it now?"

"Master, is there really nothing we can do about Shaolin's calamity?"

Under the words, Xuanji seemed to have already known his identity and had discussed the method.

The sweeping monk shook his head: "There are still three thousand men and horses under the Shaolin Mountain Gate. If they rush in at once, how long they can resist will be nothing more than a loss of lives."

"The cause of the past is the result of today!"

Xuanji closed his eyes and cried sadly, saying: "Disciple is willing to bow down and obey the master's wishes."

The sweeping monk nodded and looked at him: "Taoism and Buddhism are fighting. Shaolin is willing to move the mountain gate, but the poor monk wants to discuss Taoism with the donor on behalf of Shaolin. I don't know what the donor's idea is?"

Chen Jun understood the meaning behind the sweeping monk.

If he wins, both sides can achieve their goals with minimal casualties. If he loses, it will be a 'retreat'.

"Can!"

Everyone was in an uproar, but the two sides decided to discuss their ways in the back mountain of Shaolin. No one was qualified to watch the fight, only the woman beside Chen Jun accompanied him.

The winding path of Shaolin is winding and winding, with Chen Jun in front and Wang Yuyan behind.

Looking at the handsome figure, she felt as if she had returned to the scene when the two of them were admiring the camellia at Mandala Villa.

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