Chapter 145: Canonization in One Battle (please subscribe)
Shaolin’s first Arhat Formation!
With such terrifying power, even Iron Shoulder and Balsam Pear, who had been severely injured, had the strength to fight again!
Everyone has a new understanding of the Shaolin Temple's heritage...
Whether Baiyun City or Wanmei Villa, they are all supported by one person's strength. What if one day everyone is gone...
This power will then come to an end!
And temples like Shaolin are truly ancient temples that last for thousands of years and will last forever!
Maybe there won't necessarily be the top strong ones in every generation, but there will never be a lack of success.
The inside of the formation is like a closed space built with copper and iron walls, completely cutting off the connection between the inside and outside. Without the replenishment of the vitality of heaven and earth, no matter how strong a person is, he will be slowly exhausted to death.
"Therefore, the formation must be broken within a limited time! It is better to cut off one finger than to hurt ten of them... Eleven old monks, if one is missing, the power of the formation will be smaller. If it can kill three or four, it is estimated that
The formation is broken..." Hao Jian thought silently in his heart, and the figure spread out quickly, and the target was the iron-shouldered monk.
This Arhat Formation is like the wooden barrel effect. Both the iron shoulder and the bitter melon are injured. It is obviously the shortest wooden board and the softest persimmon!
Of course, Hao Jian must start with these two breakthroughs to open up the situation.
"Amitabha..." Zen Master Dabei uttered a Buddha's name like a Hong Zhong Da Lu, and grasped with his right hand, and the target was Hao Jian's legs.
"Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Skill!" Mu Taoist said in shock.
This originates from a story in Buddhist classics. It is said that when the Buddha Sakyamuni was still a prince, he was traveling one day and saw an elephant blocking the road, so he picked up the elephant's foot with one hand and threw it high into the sky.
It took three days before the elephant landed from the sky...
Emmmmm…
Anyway, such outrageous things will definitely not happen in this world...
However, because of this story, Buddhism gradually evolved such a unique skill, which focuses on catching and throwing the opponent like the Buddha throwing an elephant...
Zen Master Dabei is encircling Wei to save Zhao. As long as Hao Jian does not want to be attacked, he must retreat!
He was not in a hurry at all. If he fell into the Arhat Formation, he only needed to exhaust Hao Jian's true energy, and he would be able to capture him...
Tie Jian even had a smile on his face, as if he was not afraid of being hurt by Hao Jian's sword.
Trade injury for injury!
That's what Iron Shoulder Monk really thought. The old monks around him had already mobilized their true energy in front of him, almost forming an invisible and qualitative wall of energy!
However, just when Zen Master Dabei was about to catch Hao Jian with his right hand, he failed!
Hao Jian suddenly disappeared in front of me...
Only caught one afterimage!
"No!" Zen Master Dabei exclaimed, "His target is not Junior Brother Tiejian, but Bitter Melon!"
It turns out that Hao Jian had already thought of the tricks of Zen Master Dabei and his friends, so in fact Monk Iron Shoulder was a feint attack, and the real target was Monk Bitter Melon who was good at vegetarian food!
Therefore, at the very moment, Hao Jian had already started the "Hao Shenfa", integrating the "Spiral Nine Shadows" and many other light kung fu movements. Its brilliance was beyond what Zen Master Dabei could have imagined.
In an instant, a phantom appeared and continued to rush towards the iron-shouldered monk, pretending that he had fallen into the trap, but in fact, Hao Jian's true body had already passed in front of the bitter melon master.
"So what if we have the blessing of Arhat Array?"
The other old monks wanted to withdraw their power and support Balsam Pear, but it was too late!
With a "pop" sound, Dugu's sharp sword penetrated Master Balsam Pear's left chest without any hindrance...
"Junior Brother Bitter Melon!" Zen Master Dabei was furious, his heart aching.
Master Balsam Gua stared blankly at the long sword on his chest, and when he opened his mouth, there was blood foam...
"The first one!" Hao Jian said coldly. His back resisted Zen Master Tianjing's palm and he took a few steps back.
Everyone was shocked!
No one expected that Hao Jian would be so decisive and kill an eminent monk almost neatly. Although he was hit by a palm, his figure only swayed slightly and he seemed to be fine.
"Pindao suddenly felt... Shaolin Temple is in trouble this time!" Mu Taoist said quietly.
The remaining ten old monks each had their eyes split open and roared one after another. Each one of them launched their own unique skills, channeling the energy gained from decades of hard work, and rushed towards Hao Jian from all directions.
"Master Balsam Pear..." Lu Xiaofeng's face looked a little sad. The scene he least wanted to see finally appeared!
He has a very good relationship with Balsam Gua, otherwise he would not have accepted the invitation of Master Balsam Gua to eat vegetarian food.
But now, Master Balsam Pear has become a cold corpse!
"Junior brothers, avenge the bitter melon!" Zen Master Dabei was really sad now.
For a brief moment, everyone understood one thing.
Hao Jian's martial arts has truly reached the level of transcendence and sainthood, and is even better than that of the Son of Blood God who dominated the world in the past!
Group fights are like this, single fights... isn't that too long-lived?
"This battle has become the most difficult and dangerous battle in my life and even that of all my fellow disciples. Everyone must have the consciousness of death to safeguard Shaolin's thousand-year reputation! This battle will last until death!" Zen Master Dabei said solemnly.
For him, this is a life-and-death battle!
The old monks didn't say anything, but their movements were all unique skills that they had practiced hard for decades. The sand and stones on the top of Zijin Mountain were broken, the grass and trees were folded, and cracks appeared on the ground, spreading like broken glass.
Come.
Hao Jian didn't even have the slightest thought of mercy. While Dugu was forcing Zen Master Dabei back with one strike of his sharp sword, he casually grabbed an ancient tree that was cut in half and was as thick as a person's arms, and threw it at Zen Master Dabei who was flying back.
"What kind of monster is this?" the heroes asked in shock.
Zen Master Dabei's expression changed dramatically, and he quickly mobilized the power of the three old monks on himself, and slapped his palm on the big tree, "Powerful Vajra Palm"!
In the pale golden light, the big tree burst into pieces.
Countless sawdust were scattered in all directions, like flying snow.
Taking advantage of the short gap between Zen Master Dabei and others smashing the big tree, Hao Jian put his toes on the ground, and his whole body burst out again, and the Dugu sword lit up with a dazzling brilliance in the night.
The next moment, a line of blood oozed from the throat of the iron-shouldered monk, and his body fell limply to the ground...
"the second!"
"No! You devil!" Zen Master Dabei's heart was as sharp as a knife. In just a short moment, two Shaolin monks had already fallen...
This is simply an unimaginable loss!
"It's so overwhelming..." The honest monk's eyes widened, "Even if it were replaced by the Ninth Young Master, it would probably be nothing more than this..."
At this moment, Hao Jian seemed to be overshadowed by the full moon as his background.
He is not as cheerful as usual, he is like a murderer!
A murderous god with more murderous intent than Ximen Chuixue!
Wherever the murderous eyes passed, the heroes looked away one after another, not daring to look at Hao Jian at all.
"Devil, I have to fight to get rid of evil today even if I am shattered to pieces!" Zen Master Dabei roared angrily and rushed towards Hao Jian again.
The other seven monks also came forward extremely angry.
Dugu's sharp sword raised a dazzling brilliance, reflecting the moonlight, and the arc-like light continued to emerge...
This life-and-death battle has finally reached its most intense moment!
From time to time, an old monk was struck by sword light and fell into a pool of blood.
In the blink of an eye, out of a total of eleven Shaolin monks, only six were still standing!
More than half of the casualties!
Even those who were still standing, including Zen Master Dabei, were all panting and exhausted.
On the other hand, Hao Jian, although his face was pale and the corners of his mouth were bloody, he was surprisingly energetic!
"The road to hell is too long, so the whole family should walk together! Now, I will send you on your way..." Hao Jian said coldly.
The moon is setting and the stars are setting, and the top of the Purple Mountain is in the last darkness before dawn.
A sword light flashed in the void, like a ray of light cutting through the sky in the eternal night, blooming on the Purple Gold Mountain, turning into tiny sword lights, giving birth to a bright light.
This sword was obviously extremely swift, but in the eyes of the monks and heroes, it seemed as if it was in slow motion...
The completely opposite feeling filled my heart, as if everyone's thinking had slowed down.
Dugu Lijian, the top magic weapon from the world of "The Condor Shooting", seemed unable to withstand Hao Jian's power at this moment. The sword could not help but tremble and make a buzzing sound.
The surrounding void turned into a quagmire at this moment, as if this sword was about to pierce the void.
The light of a sword shines on purple gold!
In an instant, countless sword lights lit up in differentiation, and heavy sword shadows spread across the void, connecting with each other to form a dense sword network. The terrifying power enveloped all the six old monks who were still standing.
Zen Master Dabei's face was miserable. He could not imagine that there could be such a powerful swordsmanship and such a terrifying strong man in the world!
Completely surpassing the martial arts myth of the past, Xiao Li Feidao!
Reached a mysterious realm of unpredictable ghosts and gods...
In comparison, even the previous Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng pale in comparison...
"It's simply amazing! What a ruthless sword, this can be called the real sword god..." someone said in a dreamy voice.
In the dreamy light and shadow, the six monks wanted to fight back, but it was as if acupuncture points all over their bodies had been tapped and they could not move at all!
"This... what kind of evil method is this?" Zen Master Dabei asked in horror.
The real people are Daozu, and he is fish and meat!
Watching the sword light getting closer and closer until it fills everything in front of you...
Lu Xiaofeng, who was watching the battle, smiled bitterly and said: "No wonder brother bitch doesn't need me to intervene. Such power has already surpassed Ye Gucheng's 'Flying Immortal from Heaven'. It is truly unprecedented!"
The honest monk said in a daze: "Bodhisattva, the honest monk never lies, and I can tell my conscience that this guy's strength... has definitely surpassed the Ninth Young Master, and may even surpass the little old man... Bodhisattva, above all, such a person
…Can the little old man really control it?”
"The ancient Shaolin Temple, a great sect for thousands of years, has long lost its demeanor as a martial arts master! In this case, let's start all over again..." Hao Jian stood in the void and said calmly.
The next second, the dazzling light made countless people close their eyes...
The terrifying sword light finally fell completely, and the entire Purple Mountain seemed to be shaken!
After a long time, the dust settled.
Everyone opened their eyes, only to find that the hilltop in front of them had been almost flattened!
As for the six old monks, only one unknown old monk was still standing, crumbling.
The rest, including Zen Master Dabei, were all killed!
"Hiss..." The heroes took a breath of cold air one after another, and the entire mountaintop became much warmer.
Everyone knows that Shaolin was completely defeated in this battle...
The abbot, the abbot, and even the leader of all the courtyards, only one solitary seedling was left seriously injured, and the rest all perished in the Purple Mountain!
Without a hundred years, it will be difficult for Shaolin to recover...
Mu Daoren's heart was beating loudly, this ending was completely beyond his expectation!
"Shaolin was eliminated in one battle. In this way, as long as the old Taoist ascends to the position of Wudang leader, wouldn't he be able to command the world directly?"
When he thought of this, Mu Taoist felt a little excited.
However, the next second he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, because Hao Jian's cold gaze swept over...
The moment they looked at each other, Mu Taoist was stunned...
"No, with such a murderous god, even the leader of the martial arts alliance cannot sit still! Slowly, slowly..." Mu Taoist immediately corrected his mentality.
Hao Jian saw the stunned Monk Honest in the crowd again. He moved and stood in front of Monk Honest, "Now, you should know what to do, right?"
The honest monk was excited, his big head nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, "I know, I know, the monk knows... If the donor is not in a hurry, he can rest in Moling for three days, and after three days, the monk will take the donor out to sea..."
"Smart and honest monk!" Hao Jian patted the honest monk on the shoulder, and then said to Xue Bing: "Let's go!"
Xue Bing was a little dazed as Hao Jian held her waist, and floated down the mountain as if she were in the clouds...
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The next day, the complete news of the battle at Purple Mountain spread throughout Moling, and even spread to the entire world.
In the teahouse and inn, news of this battle was everywhere, triggering a firestorm in the circle of friends.
"The title of Ruthless Sword is not enough to reflect his prestige. Since Ximen Chuixue is the God of Swords and Ye Gucheng is the Immortal of Swords, I think Hao Jian should be called the Holy Saint, the Holy of Swords, and the Most Holy of Lowly!
"In the restaurant, Lu Xiaofeng said to Hua Manlou and Sikong Zhaixing beside him.
As a result, the name "Sword Master" spread completely from Lu Xiaofeng's mouth and quickly gained recognition in the martial arts world!
At this time, Hao Jian had already bid farewell to Xue Bing, and followed the honest monk on the ship to go to sea, heading to the overseas mysterious organization "Invisible Man".
After the battle at Purple Mountain, Hao Jian had received a system prompt that the "Number One in the World" mission had been judged to have been completed, and he had been given a chance to open a blind box.
Logically speaking, there is no need for him to go overseas to meet the little old man...
But Hao Jian still wanted to meet him. After all, this man was indeed a strange person in the ancient world!
In addition to his unfathomable martial arts skills, he also has other wonderful abilities. For example, he can see into other people's minds at a glance, is proficient in astronomy and geography, and can even predict sea storms and tidal trends, thereby using the power of heaven and earth to his own advantage...
In terms of qualifications and understanding alone, he is definitely not inferior to Huang Shang!
Such a person, even if it is not because of his level of martial arts, he should still meet him...
When the sea journey was boring, Hao Jian was sitting alone in the cabin, preparing to open his own... blind box!
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