The narration system of Wuxia Journey

Golden August, Songshan Shaoshi Mountain.

The Shaoshi Mountain is pure white, dotted with green shrubs and trees. Along the stone-paved steps, there are ancient trees on both sides. At the end of the road, there is a huge ancient temple, which is the Shaolin Temple.

At this time, on the mountain road through Shaolin Temple, martial artists with swords and sabers gathered in groups, blocking the road up the mountain. The ancient Buddhist temple, which used to be filled with Sanskrit sounds, now looks a bit solemn.

Outside Shaolin Temple, the Shaolin temple-protecting monks led by Abbot Liao Hui have set up the Arhat formation and are ready to fight.

On the opposite side, the Jiangnan martial arts forces headed by Yi Jifeng are also unhappy. The two sides are on the verge of a war, and they are ready to go to war at any time.

The cause of the incident was that Shaolin, under the pretext that the Buddhist temple was a pure land and no one was allowed to enter, had set up the Arhat formation and had already defeated seven waves of challenges.

At this time, except for the Mingjian Villa represented by Yi Jifeng, all other forces looked unhappy. Although Shaolin was called a competition, such behavior made the Jiangnan martial arts family lose face.

At this time, Shaolin Temple was also in a dilemma. Originally, Le Hui's purpose was just to shock the hearts of the heroes, so that these Jianghu gangsters would not make too much trouble in Shaolin Temple.

But now he accidentally used too much force, so that the original shock turned into a slap in the face. What's more, there are also martial arts families that have been passed down for hundreds of years. If something goes wrong, Shaolin will have a hard time in Jiangnan in the future.

When things developed to this point, Le Hui was also helpless. The monks in the temple were already angry, and the Shaolin Arhat formation was even more refined. In this way, things were out of control and no one could do anything about it.

At this time, many Jianghu forces behind Yi Jifeng were also discussing...

"What does Shaolin Temple mean? They said they would make friends through martial arts, but they actually set up the Arhat formation and used their numbers to defeat the few. It's too shameless."

"Haha... What else can I say? They clearly don't welcome us."

"Do you think Shaolin Temple really imprisoned Zhang Junbao and General Feilong? Otherwise, why are they working so hard?"

"It's not impossible, otherwise it's really unreasonable."

"Shaolin obviously doesn't take the martial arts world seriously. It's trying to slap Mingjian Villa in the face."

"I see that Master Yi's face is not good. This is his first time in Shaolin. If Being rejected, if this gets out, how can Mingjian Villa be the leader of the martial arts world? "

"Maybe Shaolin did it on purpose?"

"What's the benefit of doing this? You can't get anything except a life-and-death struggle with Mingjian Villa, right?"

"Shaolin Arhat Formation, thirty-six first-rate masters, seventy-two second-rate masters, form a 108 Arhat formation. I don't know if Master Yi is sure of it."

"Hey... Master Yi is moving!"

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At this time, Yi Jifeng had to move. He didn't know whether Shaolin Temple did it on purpose, but it was originally just a competition and turned into what it is now. It can't be blamed on others. Mingjian Villa must not lose face.

"Master Lehui, the Shaolin Arhat Formation is indeed extraordinary. In this case, please forgive me for having to go all out." Yi Jifeng bowed.

"Amitabha!" Liao Hui lowered his eyebrows and looked kind, clasping his hands together and said, "In that case, please invite Master Yi to enter the formation."

"Buddha has mercy on me! At worst, I'll let him win in the end and make it a draw." Liao Hui thought to himself. In his eyes, Yi Jifeng was only in his twenties, and it was a pipe dream for him to defeat the Arhat formation.

However, Liao Fan, Liao Yin and others were disdainful. There were 108 people in the Arhat formation, and their true qi was connected, and their moves were continuous. In their opinion, even if Yi Yun entered the formation, he would only be dragged to death in the formation.

Yi Jifeng didn't know what they were thinking. He moved his feet and was already in the formation the next moment. The Shaolin monk swung the long stick in his hand, and the sound of "boom boom boom" was directed at Yi Jifeng.

Yi Jifeng shook his head, thinking that it was just right to try out his newly practiced martial arts. He silently moved his true qi with both hands, and soon two dark blue true qi clouds gathered and swirled in his palms.

As he clasped his hands together, the swords in the hands of the martial artists present hummed. The next moment, all the swords hummed and followed Yi Jifeng's sword finger through the Arhat formation and landed three feet around Yi Jifeng.

As his sword finger moved, dozens of swords swam around him like fish, rolling up sword energy and connecting into dragons.

The dense long sword dragons wrapped him tightly, and not only the martial artists were shocked, but also the Shaolin Temple did not expect it.

"Control the sword with Qi! Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

Liao Hui was shocked and was about to admit defeat, but he didn't expect that as Yi Jifeng shook his hands, the dense long sword dragons instantly spread outward, and before the monks could make any move.

The dense sword energy was like a sharp blade cutting rapidly.Like a blade, it slid past them. Fortunately, the monks in the center of the formation were all first-class masters with extremely fast reactions. The thirty-six people instantly connected their true qi into one.

With a "hum", the originally invisible and intangible true qi, after the joint efforts of 108 people, the meridians were connected to each other, and the true qi gathered into a sea. A true qi wall was like a copper wall and iron wall, blocking the sword qi dragon.

With the sound of "clang clang clang", the long sword dragon spun rapidly. As Yi Jifeng pushed forward with both palms, the long sword dragon seemed to be endowed with a soul, with the sword as bones, the qi as tendons, and the will as spirit, looking down on the wind and snow, and going against the sky.

With a "bang", the long sword dragon, carrying the overwhelming will of death for those who stand in my way, instantly crashed into the true qi wall like a huge wave.

As the long dragon of sword energy collided with the leading monk, after a muffled sound, the huge true energy dissipated, a hurricane rose from the ground, thunder fell without clouds, and the strong wind blew the sleeves of the people.

The fine sword energy was like rain, piercing the copper wall and iron wall with small holes like honeycombs, shuttling inside and outside like needles, constantly disintegrating the true energy wall from the inside.

The next moment, the true energy wall gathered by the Arhat formation was shattered, and before the Arhat formation could recover its energy, the long sword dragon ascended to the sky, and then swooped back and chopped. The sword energy not only did not decline, but became stronger as it was pushed back by the formation.

The original dragon seemed to be wrapped in a huge wave at this time, forcibly arresting the true energy dissipated by the formation, and the huge sea of ​​true energy swept away, no longer afraid.

With a "dong" sound, everyone's ears hurt, and they instantly became deaf and tinnitus. Everyone subconsciously frowned, and saw the monks who formed the Arhat formation being thrown away in an instant.

As Yi Jifeng pointed his sword to the sky, the long sword dragon turned and flew into the air. With a whistling sound, the clouds in the sky were pierced by the sword energy, and a golden beam of light penetrated the gap and shone on Yi Jifeng, like a god.

The long sword dragon that kept wandering and circling in the air and the monks who were wailing on the ground all shocked everyone, making people unable to recover for a long time.

"Good!!!"

Someone suddenly cheered, and the next moment, the voiceless crowd boiled up like an oil pan...

"Awesome! So awesome! Although I don't understand it."

"This is controlling the sword with Qi! All the swords return to the sect!"

"The sword Qi of the two Master Yis is very different. The great Master Yi is so supreme that he seems to be an unattainable fairy; Master Yi's sword intention is like a dragon that carries mountains and chases the sea."

"Mingjian Villa is the leader of the martial arts world, and it is well deserved!"

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Ignoring the discussions of the crowd, Yi Jifeng's sword fingers dispersed, and the long sword dragon "hummed". Densely packed long swords fell from the air, and a forest of swords fell beside him.

"Master Abbot! Sorry!" Yi Jifeng bowed.

Le Hui showed a trace of bitterness and pulled the corner of his mouth. After this battle, the thirty-six first-class masters who formed the core of the formation were all seriously injured by the sword energy, and even the auxiliary monks on the periphery were not spared. The Arhat formation was considered useless.

Without the Arhat formation, Shaolin was no longer able to stop martial artists and heroes from entering the temple. If they were rejected at this time, Shaolin would become the one being besieged.

"Amitabha! Please enter the temple!" Le Hui opened the door behind him.