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at the same time.

More than 2,000 people from the Eight Martial Arts School had reached the top of the mountain, beheading all the monks guarding outside Fengming Temple, and then rushed into the square of the main hall of Fengming Temple!

For a time, inside and outside the hall, there were corpses everywhere, blood flowing.

The corpses lying on the ground, besides the monks of Fengming Temple, there were also innocent pilgrims.

At this time, the hundreds of monks in Fengming Temple rushed to the square of the main hall one after another, looking at the more than two thousand people in front of them with horror, their whole bodies trembled involuntarily.

They had never seen such a battle before, and the eight major sects besieged Fengming Temple, which was completely unheard of.

The ordinary pilgrims of Fengming Temple all hid in the halls, and did not dare to take a step out of the hall.

At this time, the empty news and empty views responsible for handling large and small affairs in the temple passed through the crowd and walked up.

Kongwen glanced at the corpse on the ground, frowning, and feeling sad.

He stared at the dense crowd in front of him, and said solemnly: "Ice Silkworm Gate, Burning Fire Hall, Hundred Ghost Gate, Yin Yang Hall, Thunder Valley...

You eight main gates sent me to Fengming Temple to slaughter so many people in my Fengming Temple. What are they trying to do? "

"Master Kongwen, what do we want to do, don't you understand?"

A doorman at Bingcanmen asked rhetorically with a smile.

"Does the ice silkworm gate want to avenge the last time?"

Master Kongwen replied in a cold voice, and then said: "Our abbot only abolished Xiao Yuhan, but did not hurt his life. Why do you retaliate with virtue?

You slaughtered so many people, don't you have a trace of pity and guilt in your heart?

Dear donors, I also ask you to put down the butcher knife, stop killing, and turn around as soon as possible..."

"Okay, old monk, I don't want to be full of reason here! Are there still few enmities between your Fengming Temple and our eight martial sects?

Since we chose to come here, we never thought about going back! "

A doorman of the Burning Fire Hall sneered and continued: "I told you the truth. Today, our Eighth Doors are sent here to level down your Fengming Temple!

Calculate the past grievances, new grudges and old accounts with you! "

"Stepping on Fengming Temple!"

"Stepping on Fengming Temple!"

"Stepping on Fengming Temple!"

The others raised their arms and shouted, emotionally.

With this loud shout, many monks present were frightened and trembled all over.

After all, there are too many people here, and in terms of momentum, they have already fallen behind.

Master Kong Jian squeezed both fists and sternly shouted: "Just relying on you mobs, wanting to flatten our Fengming Temple, it's just a delusion!"

"Yeah, isn't it stiff?"

A clerk in Tengshemen jokingly smiled and said: "Brothers, let's stop talking nonsense, let's just work!

The head has an order, as long as it is from Fengming Temple, if one does not stay, all will be killed! "

The voice fell off.

"kill!"

"Kill!"

More than two thousand people shouted, attacked directly, and rushed towards hundreds of monks!

A fight begins!

The shouts of killing, roars, and screams resounded endlessly, shaking the entire Fengming Temple!

However, these hundreds of monks could not resist the more than 2,000 elites of these eight martial arts, one after another fell into a pool of blood!

However, although all the monks in Fengming Temple were a little bit frustrated at first, in order to defend Fengming Temple and other ordinary pilgrims in Fengming Temple, the monks were also fearless and started a **** battle with more than two thousand people!

Master Kongwen was like lightning, shuttled back and forth in the crowd, using the "Dragon Claw Hand" to kill more than a dozen people in a row!

Then, he turned around and rushed to see the master loudly asking: "Kong Jian, why haven't the five people of Kong Jing, Kong Hui, Kong Ming, Kong Dao, and Kong Xuan come here yet?!"

"Brother, I have sent someone to notify the other senior brothers, they should be there soon!"

Master Sorajian wiped the blood off his face and responded.

"We must hold these beasts, lest they hurt the innocent!" Master Kong Wen said in a shock.

"Yes, brother!"

Master Sorajian responded, then his figure flashed and rushed into the crowd.

"What a crime!"

Master Kongwen glanced at the corpses on the ground and said sadly, then he bit his teeth and joined the battle again.

Among these hundreds of monks, the only ones who can be regarded as masters are Kong Wen and Kong Jian!

But the fighting power of the eighteen arhats in the Arhat Hall is also quite powerful!

Even though the cultivation base of each of these eighteen arhats only ranges from Xiaocheng to Dacheng in the Reincarnation Realm, the total of 18 of them is enough to fight against the powerhouses in the Imperial God Realm and Dacheng!

These eighteen arhats were wearing bright yellow trousers, exposing a strong bronze upper body, each holding a long stick in each hand, lined up in a row, blocking the front of a group of monks!

And in front of them, a large group of people had already fallen, wailing and screaming!

These people weren't beheaded by these eighteen arhats. Instead, they had their arms and legs broken, causing them to lose their combat effectiveness!

At this time, the more than one hundred people gathered by the eight major sects stared at the eighteen arhats fiercely, confronted them, but did not dare to step forward.

"I heard about the power of the eighteen arhats in Fengming Temple. When I saw it today, it really is a well-deserved reputation." A doorman of the Bingcanmen frowned.

A doorman of the Burning Fire Hall frowned and said: "These eighteen arhats cooperate in tacit understanding, and eighteen people are worth more than one hundred people.

Therefore, if you want to kill them, you must disperse them and defeat them one by one! "

A doorman of the Burning Fire Hall nodded and said, "Brother Zhao, you lead the number 50 to deal with the nine people on the left!

I lead the rest to deal with the nine on the right! "

"Okay, just do it!"

The doorman of the Bingcanmen nodded and agreed, and then led the fifty-odd people, and rushed towards the nine arhats on the left!

As for the doorman of the Burning Fire Palace, he led the remaining fifty-odd people, rushing towards the nine Arhats on the right!

"Brothers, they want to distract us, we can't follow their way!

When they rushed over, we first spread out and then surrounded them directly! "

Luo Han, code-named "Jianglong", said something vigorously.

The other Arhats all ordered, and suddenly understood.

As a result, just as the over-hundred people rushed over, the eighteen arhats first scattered, and then suddenly gathered, forming a circle, enclosing the over-hundred people in it!

"Arrange the formation! Arhat formation!"

Jianglong Arhat screamed and rose directly from the sky.

Eight of the arhats also rose from the sky and stood still in the sky.

In an instant, these eighteen arhats were laid down in a large formation, with nine people in the sky and nine people below, forming two circles, as if forming an iron bucket, besieging the more than one hundred people, making it impossible to get out!

"Arhat stick method! Lingshan worship Buddha!"

"King Kong Fu Mo Fist! Eliminate all demons!"

"Strong Vajra Palm! Thousand-handed Buddha!"

"Moke's decision! Three to hell!"

Each of the eighteen arhats showed their magical powers and displayed their own unique skills.

All of a sudden, real power swept out above and below, intertwining each other, and the attack power doubled, just like laying a net of heaven and earth!

The more than one hundred people in the big formation have nowhere to dodge, nowhere to escape, they can only force their true strength to resist!

However, the coordination of these eighteen arhats is extremely tacit, and everyone's strength is superimposed on each other, and their strength is multiplied!

In other words, the attack that everyone encircled in the big array endured was the power of eighteen people!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!..."

Suddenly, a quarter of the more than 100 people fell to the ground, vomiting blood and screaming again and again.

"His grandma! Get out for me!"

A doorman led by Bingcanmen roared.

This leading sect person thought that he could defeat the eighteen arhats with the advantage of a large number of people, but he didn't know that he had stepped into the danger of others and was besieged by groups.

At this moment, the people besieged in the large array complained endlessly, but they were helpless.

"Rush all for me! Get out!"

"Kill! Kill these bald donkeys!"

The remaining seventy or eighty people roared, roared, and scattered directly, each displaying their own stunts, trying to break this big formation!

"Change!"

The sound of the dragon descending arhat is like a bell, shaking loudly.

Whoosh whoosh!

For a time, the eighteen arhats above and below all revolved around the remaining seventy or eighty people, and the speed was getting faster and faster, like golden lightning flashing around!