I'm late to come back, sorry!

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Each of these old monks in gray was holding a black rope in their hands. During the leaping process, the black rope in their palms slashed out, like dragons and snakes coming out of the cave, full of agility, sweeping towards Lu Qian.

Moreover, their actions were surprisingly consistent, with more than 20 black ropes attacking at the same time, without any gaps in which people can dodge.

From a distance, these black ropes formed a surround, blocking all directions like a big net. It was the most powerful formation in Shaolin Temple - the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle!

To arrange this formation, people with a mutual understanding of their hearts can fully exert the power of the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle.

These more than 20 old monks in gray, all of whom were thin and dry. They were Xuanci’s uncles. They went into seclusion all day long to practice their minds and were the backup plan for Shaolin Temple to resist external demons.

This time, when Shaolin Temple was in danger, Xuan Ci invited him out, and wanted to capture Lu Qian in one fell swoop and restore his reputation.

Lu Qian looked calm and grabbed his hands forward, like a bird's beak to catch insects, accurately capturing two black ropes. The inner strong force shook, and the black rope exploded inch by inch, as if the lead of gunpowder was ignited and spread towards the palm of the holding cable.

Puff! Puff! Two old gray monks were blown up by the spreading Gangjin, spitting blood in their mouths, and fell to the ground due to injury.

At the same time, the remaining twenty black ropes were approaching Lu Qian and were about to tie him. At this moment, a tight cracking sound like a bowstring sound rang out in Lu Qian's body.

The next moment, more than twenty fists suddenly appeared from Lu Qian, not in one direction, but in front, back, left and right, everywhere in his body.

This is Lu Qian's punching speed that affected people's sight. It seems that Lu Qian is like a monster with a fist shadow on his body.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!…

The fist shadow suddenly started to fight, blowing black ropes into the sky, and the power spread quickly, exploding the palms of all the old monks in gray holding the rope, vomiting blood and seriously injuring them, and they could not bear it.

In an instant, Lu Qian wiped out the Shaolin Temple's backhand.

The monks were shocked.

"No pressure, continue to call out your Shaolin trump card. A big temple that has been famous for hundreds of years cannot have no trump card!"

Lu Qian carried his hands on his back and walked slowly, and a clear voice resounded everywhere.

Arrogant!

The monks glared at each other, and the abbot Xuanci's fist creaked, and Xuangong beside him whispered: "Senior Brother, what should I do?"

"Okay, since you are going to die, I will do what you want!"

Xuanci stared at Lu Qian for a while, then waved his hand suddenly.

As I brushed, there were dense footsteps sounding around me, and a hero of warrior ran to the mountain gate.

Nan Murong!

All major sects of the martial arts world in the Song Dynasty!

Shenhou Mansion!

Six doors!

Dali Duan!

Two evil people!

Tubo National Master!

...

At this moment, all the famous martial arts masters in the world appeared here.

They surrounded Lu Qian in a small circle.

Lu Qian looked around and saw many acquaintances, Murong Fu, Wang Yuyan, martial arts people who once participated in the Linglong Chess Club, etc.

"I didn't expect that Shaolin Temple would invite all the warriors in the world with such great face, but it was still not enough!" His expression was still calm.

"Lu Qian! Today, the heroes gather together to completely eradicate you, the evil demon, and you dare to be arrogant!"

Murong Fu stood up, and his words aroused a lot of cheers.

Lu Qian ignored him and continued, "Old Monk Xuanci, are there any masters? If not, I will take action. Don't regret it at that time!"

"Hmph! You are just testing our backup plan. Well, Mr. An, you can come out!"

After Xuan Ci finished speaking, a white-haired old man holding a precious stick and breathing out, he stood out.

This person is An Shigeng's father, An Yunshan, that is, that Master An.

Lu Qian looked at An Yunshan, "I think it was your work that could call the martial artists in the world!"

In the original trajectory, this man used the method of absorbing skills to kill the six gates to capture the gods, absorbed Zhuge Zheng's internal strength, controlled Prime Minister Cai Jing, and all the officials of the court. He had a lot of tricks and almost became the emperor in the end.

"Lu Qian, it's been a long time since you killed my son, I'm thinking about how to meet you. Today, you can't fly!"

An Yunshan waved his hand, and dense footsteps sounded again from all directions, but it was a soldier wearing a helmet and armor.

There were thousands of these soldiers, each of whom were trained in an orderly manner. When they appeared, they bent their bows and arrows and aimed at Lu Qian.

Lu Qian smiled and said, "What a good method, the heroes of the world, plus the soldiers' crossbows, it seems that I can't escape death."

"You still want to escape? Today, you have no way to die, take action!"

At the command of An Yunshan, thousands of soldiers pulled the bowstrings.

Whoosh, howl, howl!

The overwhelming rain of arrows was densely packed and rushed over like locusts. The arrows had a very strong piercing force, as if they were going to shoot Lu Qian into a hedgehog.

The soldiers shot out a rain of arrows, and before the results were met, the martial arts figures followed closely and launched a charge.

Thousands of sharp arrows! Thousands of martial arts people!

Faced with this double attack, Lu Qian smiled loudly, and the golden scales on his body shone golden light, forming a magic light shield, placing all arrows outside.

Lu Qian's body was shaking, bang bang bang bang... A dense explosion sounded, and all the arrows were broken into two pieces and fell to the ground one by one.

"What is this method!"

The martial arts people who charged suddenly stopped.

"You only know that more than a hundred monks died at my hands, but you don't know what means to die!

Today, I will open your eyes!”

The words are over.

clang!

The sound of the sword suddenly sounded, and a light blue sword flew out from behind Lu Qian.

The Thunder Sword has appeared again!

In front of the heroes in the world, the lightning sword circled around Lu Qian. On the sword body, the electric currents were born and destroyed, and the sharp edge swept across the world.

"Ah, Flying Sword!!"

Everyone was stunned.

"go!"

Lu Qian pointed and pointed a little, and the lightning sword shot out.

The electric current bloomed and the silver light flashed. A soldier's chest was pierced by a lightning sword, and he fell to the ground and died easily.

Seeing this, the heroes of the world turned around and left.

We rely on the number of martial arts, but you use magic to fly swords. How can you fight? You immediately run away.

The lightning sword chased after him and shuttled freely among the crowd. Wherever he passed, electric current burst out and screamed and wailed. The martial arts people could survive with internal strength, and none of the rest survived.

The monks in Shaolin Temple were shocked!

An Yunshan was dumbfounded!

The powerful means they had to prepare were easily broken by a flying sword.

"Such life is for me, Lu Jianxian!"

Among the crowd, Wang Yuyan's crisp pleading suddenly sounded.

His cousin Murong Fu was being chased by the Thunder Sword, but the next moment, his voice was drowned in bursts of screams.

No one can escape, no place to run, everyone is the target of the attack of the lightning sword.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, an old monk in gray clothes leaped over to the Buddha's name.

As soon as this person landed on the battlefield, golden light burst out from his body, shattered gray clothes, and his skin turned golden, like a golden man, filled with the power of Vajra.

Shaolin Temple, the first of the seventy-two unique skills, the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art!

The old monk poked out his hand and took the lightning sword.
Chapter completed!