Bang bang bang! In an instant, she collided head-on with the formation of the Eighteen Shaolin Bronze Men.

"Tsk, tsk, the strength of this little sister Zhiruo is really getting more and more terrifying, especially the speed of her movement. Even I am afraid she can't match it."

Watching Zhou Zhiruo break into the eighteen bronze men with one whip, Song Qingshu outside the court couldn't help but shake his head and sighed.

In today's world, among the younger generation, he, Zhou Zhiruo, and Zhang Wuji are the strongest. Except for a very few strong men from the older generation in the world, no one can compete with them.

Among the three of them, Zhou Zhiruo's strength is the most outstanding. Even a proud person like Song Qingshu admires him very much.

"That's right, sister Zhiruo has completely mastered the Nine Yin Manual martial arts. Coupled with Lin Daxia's careful teaching, it is understandable that she has achieved more than you and me today."

Zhang Wuji also nodded. Although he inherited Zhang Cuishan's indecisive and good-natured character, under the influence of Song Qingshu over the years, he is no longer so pedantic.

"Boom!" The battle was extremely fierce in front of the Shaolin Gate. Although the Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin Temple were strong, they were unable to take any advantage due to Zhou Zhiruo's superb lightness skills.

On the contrary, they suffered Zhou Zhiruo's fierce counterattack, using the White Python Whip Technique, Nine Yin Divine Claws, Spiral Nine Shadows... and many other martial arts from the Nine Yin Scriptures.

Even the formation of eighteen bronze men was exhausted. Finally, with a loud shout, the white python whip struck down with magical power, knocking several bronze men away in one fell swoop.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" At the same time, Zhou Zhiruo used the Spiral Nine Shadow Body Technique, splitting it into nine, and combined with the Nine Yin Divine Claws, the power was doubled, and in an instant one after another the eighteen bronze figures flew out.

In less than half an hour, the formation of eighteen bronze men that Shaolin Temple was proud of in the past was completely defeated.

Zhou Zhiruo was the only one in the field, standing proudly with a white whip in hand, showing his power!

"Hiss... Zhou Zhiruo's strength this week turns out to be even more terrifying than the rumors in the world. Not even my Eighteen Shaolin Bronze Men Formation can do anything to her."

Looking at this scene, the expressions of many eminent monks in the Shaolin camp suddenly changed. Even though they had already highly underestimated Zhou Zhiruo's power, they did not expect the other party's strength to be so high, which was really shocking.

Although the formation of this generation of eighteen bronze men is far inferior to that of the Shaolin Temple in its heyday, it is still no small feat.

Even if a master-level powerhouse is trapped in it, he will be exhausted to deal with it, unlike Zhou Zhiruo, who can defeat him with one person and one whip.

"Amitabha, Master Zhou's strength is astonishing. He has reached the pinnacle of martial arts in the Nine Yin Scriptures. He is worthy of being the descendant of the Demon King!"

"Now that you have broken through my Shaolin Mountain Protection Formation, please come in and explain."

At this time, Abbot Kongwen's expression became extremely serious and he spoke in a low tone.
Chapter completed!