Each of these old monks in gray clothes held a black rope in their hands. During the leap, the black ropes in their palms were slashed out, like dragons and snakes coming out of their holes, full of agility, and swept towards Lu Qian.
Moreover, their movements were surprisingly consistent, with more than twenty black cords attacking at the same time, leaving no room for anyone to dodge.
Seen from a distance, these black ropes form an encircling force, trapping all directions like a big net. They are the most powerful formation of the Shaolin Temple - the Diamond Subduing Demon Circle!
To set up this formation, it takes people with similar minds to fully unleash the power of the Vajra Demon-Suppressing Circle.
These more than 20 old monks in gray clothes, all thin and withered, are Xuanci's uncles. They spend their days in seclusion practicing their mind, and they are the Shaolin Temple's back-up force against external demons.
At this critical moment for the survival of the Shaolin Temple, Xuanci called in the back-up man to capture Lu Qian in one fell swoop and restore his reputation.
Lu Qian looked calm, and moved his hands forward to catch the two black ropes, like a bird catching an insect with its beak. The inner gang was shocked, bang bang bang, the black ropes exploded inch by inch, like a fuse igniting gunpowder, and headed towards
The palm holding the rope spreads away.
Poof! Poof! The hands of the two old gray monks were exploded by the spreading force. They vomited blood and fell to the ground injured.
At the same time, the remaining twenty-odd black ropes were approaching Lu Qian and were about to be tied to his body. At this moment, Lu Qian's body heard a tight snapping sound like a bowstring.
The next moment, more than twenty fist shadows suddenly appeared from Lu Qian's body, not in one direction, but in front, back, left, right, and everywhere around him.
This is because Lu Qian punched too fast, which affected people's vision. It looked like Lu Qian was a monster with the shadow of a fist on his body.
Bang! Bang! Bang!…
The shadow of the fist was like lightning, and it suddenly started to strike, and the black ropes exploded in the air, and the force spread quickly, exploding the palms of all the gray-clothed old monks holding the ropes, causing them to vomit blood and be seriously injured, and they fell to the ground.
In an instant, Lu Qian eliminated the Shaolin Temple's back-up men.
The monks were shocked.
"No pressure, continue to call out your Shaolin trump card. It is impossible for a temple that has been famous for hundreds of years to have no trump card!"
Lu Qian put his hands behind his back and walked forward slowly, his clear voice echoing in all directions.
Arrogant!
The monks stared angrily, abbot Xuanci's fist clenched loudly, and Xuan Tong beside him whispered: "Brother, what should I do?"
"Well, since you, the devil, are going to die, I will do as you wish!"
Xuanci stared at Lu Qian for a while, then suddenly waved his hand.
Whispering, dense footsteps sounded all around, and a famous warrior hero rushed out of the mountain gate.
Nan Murong!
The major martial arts schools of the Song Dynasty!
Shenhou Mansion!
Six doors!
Dali Duan family!
Two evil men!
Tubo Imperial Preceptor!
…
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, including Murong Fu, Wang Yuyan, martial arts people who had participated in the Linglong Chess Club, etc.
"I didn't expect that Shaolin Temple would be so proud that it would invite all the warriors in the world, but it's still not enough!" His expression remained calm.
"Lu Qian! Today, the world's heroes have gathered to eradicate the evil spirit like you. How dare you be so arrogant!"
Murong Fu stood up and his words aroused cheers.
Lu Qian ignored him and continued: "Old monk Xuanci, are there any experts? If not, I will take action. Don't regret it then!"
"Hmph! You are just testing our back-up, that's fine, Mr. An, you can come out now!"
After Xuanci finished speaking, a white-haired old man with a treasure staff and a breath coming out of the dust stood out from the crowd.
This person is none other than An Shigeng's father, An Yunshan, that is, Mr. An.
Lu Qian looked at An Yunshan, "Being able to summon the warriors from all over the world, I think it must have been your work!"
According to the original trajectory, this person used the power-absorbing method to kill the six gate gods, absorb all Zhuge Zhengwo's internal energy, control the Prime Minister Cai Jing, and all the officials in the court, with monstrous means, and finally almost became the emperor.
"Lu Qian, it's been a long time! Ever since you killed my son, I've been thinking about how to meet you. Today, it's hard for you to fly!"
An Yunshan waved his hand, and dense footsteps sounded again from all directions, but it was a soldier wearing helmet and armor.
There were thousands of these soldiers, and they were all well-trained. As soon as they appeared, they bent their bows and arrows, aiming at Lu Qian.
Lu Qian put his hands on his hands and laughed: "What a good idea. With the heroes of the world and the soldiers with crossbows, it seems that I can't escape death."
"You still want to escape? Today, you have only one way to die, take action!"
An Yunshan gave an order, and thousands of soldiers pulled their bowstrings.
Swish swish, swish swish!
The overwhelming rain of arrows was so dense that they rushed towards him like locusts. The arrows' penetrating power was so strong that they seemed to turn Lu Qian into a hedgehog.
After the soldiers fired a wave of arrows, without waiting for the result, the martial arts men followed closely and launched a charge.
Thousands of sharp arrows! Thousands of martial arts people!
Facing this double attack, Lu Qian laughed loudly, and the golden scale feather coat on his body burst into golden light, forming a mana light shield that discharged all arrows from his body.
Lu Qian's whole body shook vigorously, bang bang bang... a dense explosion sounded, and all the arrows were broken into two pieces and fell to the ground one after another.
"What kind of method is this!"
The charging martial arts warriors suddenly stopped.
"You only know that more than a hundred monks died in my hands, but you don't know the means by which they died!
Today, I will open your eyes!"
The words fell.
Clang!
The sword sounded suddenly, and a light blue long sword flew out from behind Lu Qian.
The Thunder Light Sword appears again!
In front of all the heroes in the world, the Thunder Light Sword circled around Lu Qian's body. On the blade of the sword, electric currents were changing, and sharp edges swept across all directions.
"Ah, flying sword!!"
Everyone was stunned.
"go!"
Lu Qian pointed at the same point, and the lightning sword shot out.
Electricity bloomed, silver light flashed, and each soldier's chest was pierced by the lightning sword, and he fell to the ground neatly and died.
Seeing this, all the heroes in the world turned around and walked away.
We relied on our martial arts to outnumber you, but you used magic and flying swords. How could you fight? You immediately ran away.
The lightning sword chased after him and shuttled freely among the crowd. Wherever it passed, electric currents bloomed and people screamed and wailed. The martial arts people could still survive if they had the inner strength, but no one survived.
The monks in Shaolin Temple were shocked!
An Yunshan was dumbfounded!
The powerful means they had prepared so painstakingly were easily broken by a flying sword.
"Lu Jianxian, spare your life!"
Among the crowd, Wang Yuyan's clear pleading voice suddenly sounded.
His cousin Murong Fu was being chased by the Lightning Sword, but the next moment, his voice was drowned in the bursts of screams.
No one can escape, there is nowhere to run, everyone is the target of the lightning sword attack.
"Amitabha!"
At this moment, an old monk in gray clothes shouted the name of Buddha and jumped over.
As soon as this person landed on the battlefield, golden light bloomed all over his body, his gray clothes shattered, and his skin turned golden, like a golden man, filled with the power of a vajra.
Shaolin Temple, the first of the seventy-two stunts, the indestructible magical power!
The old monk stretched out his big hand and took the thunder sword.