Humans are the most creative species in the world.
In order to get rid of the cold, humans dug wood to make fire. Later, they invented clothes, houses, cars, and later invented light bulbs, airplanes, rockets... As time goes by, humans have invented more and more things.
There is a type of people in the world who love to study formations, such as the Four Symbols Formation, Bagua Formation, Tai Chi Sword Formation, etc... The founders of the Shaolin Temple and the Tang Sect are both formation enthusiasts. They invented the Arhat Formation and the Hidden Weapon Formation in their lifetimes.
As time goes by, many details of the Luohan Formation and the Hidden Weapon Formation have been improved, and they are becoming more and more powerful.
At this moment, Shaolin Temple relied on the Arhat Formation to fight against the two great masters, Ling Xue and Gongsun Rou.
At this moment, the Tang Sect relied on a large array of hidden weapons to fight against the joint attack of the five sects.
Whether it was the Arhat Formation or the Hidden Weapons Formation, they were both mysterious and powerful. They turned the situation around.
Its daybreak.
The war continues.
…
it's dark.
Everyone still has no intention of stopping.
The five sects, the Shaolin Temple and the Tang Sect seem to have reached some kind of agreement, and they will never give up until there is a winner!
Time passes minute by minute.
A day and a night passed before I knew it.
Many people were tired and lying on the ground, and more people were still fighting, but they no longer had the previous momentum.
Even Lingxue and Gongsunrou were exhausted, but they still gritted their teeth and persisted. In order to save energy, Lingxue and Gongsunrou started to join forces back to back to fight against the Arhat Formation, and the more than a hundred monks who arranged the Arhat Formation were also tired.
They were sweating profusely, but they did not back down and continued to attack desperately.
Others were in a similar situation, tired, hungry, and sleepy.
The war has progressed to this point and is out of everyone's control. Everyone can only grit their teeth and persevere! The competition now is endurance. Whoever can't bear it first will lose! Losing means being killed!
With so many disciples killed and injured, the hatred between the five sects and the Shaolin Temple and the Tang Sect has become as deep as the sea. There is no possibility of relief. Either you die or I live!
"Plop!"
A Qingcheng sect disciple fell to the ground exhausted, unable to hold the weapon in his hand and dropped it.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Several darts were fired from a distance, and the Qingcheng sect disciple was blown up into a hedgehog on the spot. After his body twitched a few times, he died.
"Plop!"
This time, it was the turn of a Tang Sect disciple to fall to the ground... Before this Tang Sect disciple could get up, several people rushed over to him. They picked up their swords and chopped the Tang Sect disciple into several pieces, with blood all over the place.
land.
This is going on all over the mountaintop...
Sometimes, human life is really fragile, and you will die if you are not careful!
Lei Dazhuang did not participate in the war. He has been guarding Ma Xiaoyao. During this period, there were a few blind guys looking for trouble, but he was dismissed by Lei Dazhuang. Lei Dazhuang is now at the top level of a first-class master, only one step away from the master level.
Half a step, who is his opponent among ordinary people?
The fierce battle on the top of the mountain lasted for a day and a night, and Lei Dazhuang also protected Ma Xiaoyao for a day and night. I don't know what happened, but Ma Xiaoyao never woke up, but Lei Dazhuang was very anxious.
Although Lei Dazhuang didn't know medical skills, he still had common sense. He carefully checked Ma Xiaoyao's condition and found that Ma Xiaoyao's heartbeat was normal, his breathing was steady, and his wounds were healing well. It should be fine, but why has he always been there?
Are you unconscious?
Is it excessive bleeding? Is the body too exhausted? Or are there other reasons?
"No! We can't wait any longer. We need to send Brother Ma to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible!" Lei Dazhuang picked up Ma Xiaoyao and left the tent, then walked towards the car on the side of the road. At this moment, he ran from the opposite side.
There were more than a dozen people. When Lei Dazhuang looked up, his expression suddenly changed. The dozen people running across from him were all foreigners. Lei Dazhuang felt a familiar aura from each other... Temple Killer! The other person was
Temple Killer!
damn it!
These bastards showed up just in time!
Lei Dazhuang turned around and ran away without saying a word. If it were normal times, Lei Dazhuang would have rushed over and had a fight, but now he had to protect Ma Xiaoyao's safety and had no time to fight with the temple killer, so Lei Dazhuang had to
Escape.
More than a dozen temple killers were chasing after them, giving Lei Dazhuang no chance to escape. In the end, Lei Dazhuang was forced to turn around and run towards the top of the mountain. Lei Dazhuang thought about it, since he couldn't go to the hospital.
Just send Ma Xiaoyao to the Shaolin Temple. Master Yuantian, Abbot Wuxiang and others will treat his injuries. Ma Xiaoyao should be able to revive if he is given to them.
It is strange to say that when Lei Dazhuang hugged Ma Xiaoyao and ran towards the top of the mountain, the dozen temple killers actually stopped chasing him.
Lei Dazhuang hugged Ma Xiaoyao and ran all the way. After fighting off dozens of enemies, he successfully broke into the Shaolin Temple.
"Master! Master!" As soon as Lei Dazhuang entered the Shaolin Temple, he began to look for the whereabouts of Master Yuantian.
"Uncle Lei." A Shaolin Temple disciple walked out with a cane.
"Where is Master Yuantian? Where is he?" Lei Dazhuang asked urgently.
The Shaolin Temple disciple looked around, then lowered his voice and said: "Master Yuantian was injured and fell into a coma, and he has not woken up yet."
"Ah?" Lei Dazhuang was shocked: "When did this happen?"
"It's been several days." Shaolin Temple disciples whispered: "The abbot was afraid of causing panic among the disciples, so he deliberately concealed the matter."
"Since you deliberately concealed it, how did you find out?" Lei Dazhuang frowned.
The Shaolin Temple disciple smiled bitterly: "I am usually responsible for taking care of Master Yuantian..."
"Where is Abbot Wuxiang?" Lei Dazhuang asked.
"We are fighting the enemy outside..." Before the Shaolin Temple disciple could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Lei Dazhuang.
"Hurry up and call Abbot Wuxiang over and tell him that Ma Xiaoyao is seriously injured and needs his treatment." Lei Dazhuang said quickly.
"Ah...Okay, I'll go right away." The Shaolin Temple disciple nodded and walked outside with a cane.
Lei Dazhuang found a quiet house, put Ma Xiaoyao gently on the bed, and then found a towel soaked in water and began to wipe Ma Xiaoyao's face and hands. Lei Dazhuang wiped it very carefully, even under the nails.
The dust will be slowly cleaned out.
More than ten minutes later, Abbot Wuxiang walked into the room with steady steps. Within a few days, Abbot Wuxiang became obviously more haggard, his face was pale, and the monk's robes on his body were stained with dirt and blood.
"Abbott, look at Brother Ma..." Before Lei Dazhuang finished speaking, he saw Abbot Wuxiang striding towards Ma Xiaoyao.
Coming to the bedside, Abbot Wuxiang put three fingers on Ma Xiaoyao's wrist. After a long time, Abbot Wuxiang did not speak.
"Abbott, Brother Ma...how is he?" Lei Dazhuang couldn't help but ask.
"The situation is not very bad..." Abbot Wuxiang nodded slightly: "The pulse is very stable, breathing is also smooth, nothing serious..."
"Then why hasn't he woke up?" Lei Dazhuang asked.
"Did he bleed a lot when he was injured?" Abbot Wuxiang asked.
Lei Dazhuang nodded: "Yes, we were poisoned and had difficulty moving, so we were unable to stop the bleeding in time..."
"That's right." Abbot Wuxiang nodded: "Ma Xiaoyao was very weak because of excessive bleeding, so he has been in a coma."
"Then what should we do..." Lei Dazhuang asked anxiously.
Abbot Wuxiang waved his hand: "Don't worry, Ma Xiaoyao will wake up sooner or later. Give him more blood-enhancing nutrients in the past few days, and he will wake up in a few days."
"That's good, that's good." Lei Dazhuang knew Abbot Wuxiang's character very well. Abbot Wuxiang never lied. Since he said Ma Xiaoyao was fine, then Ma Xiaoyao must be fine.
"Okay, feel free to greet Ma Xiaoyao. I'm going out to continue dealing with the enemy." Abbot Wuxiang turned around and left.
"Abbott." Lei Dazhuang shouted.
Abbot Wuxiang stopped and turned to look at Lei Dazhuang: "Is there anything else?"
Lei Dazhuang hesitated for a moment and asked, "Abbott, can we win this time?"
"..." Abbot Wuxiang was silent for a moment: "It's difficult! The five major sects have joined forces and are powerful, and there are also two killing gods, Ling Xue and Gongsun Rou... Now we rely on formations to trap each other, but only temporarily
Yes, once the enemy calms down, Shaolin Temple and Tangmen will suffer..."
"Is there no chance of winning at all?" Lei Dazhuang asked.
"There are not as many disciples as others, and there are not as many masters of the sect as others. The only one we can count on, Master Yuantian... was also seriously injured..." At this point, Abbot Wuxiang sighed: "Shaolin Temple has been inherited for more than a thousand years.
After countless setbacks and tribulations, I finally survived, but this time... this time it is very likely to fail. When I think that the Shaolin Temple, which has been passed down for thousands of years, will be destroyed in my hands, my heart feels like a knife..."
Seeing Abbot Wuxiang's painful expression, Lei Dazhuang felt very uncomfortable.
"Okay, I'm going out to deal with the enemy. You can stay and take care of Ma Xiaoyao. If the Shaolin Temple is captured by the enemy, you can immediately escape with Ma Xiaoyao." After saying that, Abbot Wuxiang raised his feet and left.
"Abbott! Please wait!" Lei Dazhuang shouted again.
"Is there anything else?" Abbot Wuxiang stopped and asked doubtfully.
Lei Dazhuang gritted his teeth and finally made a decision: "Abbott, I have a way to save the Shaolin Temple!"
"What can be done?" Abbot Wuxiang asked hurriedly.
"I know a group of people who are very powerful. If we can ask them to help, the crisis in Shaolin Temple can be resolved." Lei Dazhuang said word by word.
"Who are they?" Abbot Wuxiang asked.
Lei Dazhuang shook his head: "I can't say that I promised them that I would never reveal their identity... Please forgive me, Abbot. In fact, if the Shaolin Temple had not encountered an unprecedented crisis, I would not... say it.
"The masters mentioned by Lei Dazhuang are Dongfang Badao and her tribe. Lei Dazhuang has fought against Dongfang Badao and knows how powerful Dongfang Badao is. The tribesmen of Dongfang Badao are also masters. If he can ask Dongfang Badao to
If she and her tribe come out of the mountain, the crisis in Shaolin Temple will definitely be resolved.
