The first ones who couldn't withstand the rising murderous intent around them and gave in directly were the gangsters of Xingxiu Hai. After Ding Chunqiu's death, the new "immortal" was a half-full bottle of water. Not only did he not learn the "Great Technique of Transforming Gong".
Even when it comes to poisoning, there is no need to worry about anything. Now that we are in a murderous situation, how can we not panic? In addition, Xingxiuhai has always been shameless, and matters of face are not as important as their lives in their eyes.
"The Shennong Gang is mighty! The leader of the Sikong Gang is mighty! I, Xingxiu Hai, am willing to sign!" Fifty or sixty people hurriedly trotted to Sikong Xuan, nodded and hunched over and signed the affiliation documents that Zhong Wanchou took out. Then they stood in obedience to the Shennong Gang.
aside.
Sikong Xuan glanced at the incense stick stuck on the ground and said with a smile: "Everyone, there is still half a stick of incense left? Is anyone still willing to sign it?"
"Sikong Xuan! Don't humiliate us! If you have the ability, just kill them. Do you really think your grandfathers will be afraid of you?"
Sikong Xuan snorted coldly when he heard this, without saying anything. He took two steps forward, raised his leg and stamped out Shi Xiang in front of him. The next moment, shouts of killing exploded. Four thousand eight hundred Shennong Gang master Wu Yangyang covered up the kill.
They came with swords and shields in their hands, and formed a group of ten, dividing, outflanking, and intersecting. In a moment, these martial arts heroes were divided into dozens of large and small battle circles.
The largest battle circle was the Eight Hundred Arhat Formation in Shaolin. To deal with this formation, the Shennong Gang only sent out 500 people.
Ordinary masters have no effect at all against the Shennong Gang's combined attack techniques. Not to mention killing people, it is very rare to be able to prevent oneself from being hacked to death. Only a few such as Xu Zhu, the Four Evil Men, You Tanzhi, etc. are first-rate or beyond the level.
Only masters can bring threats and damage to the "Martial Arts Formation" of the Shennong Gang.
"Wanqiu, just leave this place to Wang Jiaoxi's command. It's better for you and me to go up and do some activities."
"Haha, Gang Leader, I, Old Zhong, have been waiting for your words for a long time!"
"Let's go! I'm going to meet the new Lord of the Vulture Palace."
"Okay, then I, Lao Zhong, will go meet those four evil people."
The two of them flew out and joined the battle group. They saw Sikong Xuan strike at Xu Zhu in the battle circle with a white rainbow piercing palm. The latter quickly dealt with it. Behind them were a group of maids from the Lingjiu Palace who were shouting anxiously but did not dare to take action.
"Palace Master, you can't do it! They are Lord Yama's subordinates and cannot be messed with!"
"Hmph! The Shennong Gang wants to kill fellow martial artists and unify the martial arts world. I'm from Shaolin, how can I ignore them? I'll meet him for a while!"
"Bang!" With his palms intertwined, Xu Zhu's internal energy was slightly inferior to that of Sikong Xuan, and he was at a disadvantage. But he knew the Beiming Divine Art, and he actually absorbed a lot of Sikong Xuan's internal energy in one click.
"You know how to learn martial arts from adults? Humph, you only know the basics. Let me teach you what it means to be "a wise man who knows the current affairs"!"
Sikong Xuan pulled out a pair of short knives from his waist with a swish sound, and stepped forward again. With the weapons in hand, Xu Zhu's Beiming Divine Skill was far from reaching the level of absorbing objects. After three moves, he fell into
At a disadvantage. But it would be extremely difficult for Sikong Xuan to defeat him.
On the other side, Zhong Wanchou faced four old acquaintances of his. They used to be big shots that he wanted to treat with caution. But now, he can challenge four of them, and the nine-ringed sword in his hand dances like thunder, with great force and weight.
Not to mention, the speed is also extremely fast.
Unlike Sikong Xuan, Zhong Wanchou did not have too many chores to do, and he improved rapidly in martial arts. He regarded the words Xue Wusuan said to him as a wise saying: "One force can defeat ten martial arts"!
"Deputy Gang Leader Zhong, my four villains are old acquaintances with you, why do we need to meet each other at war? Let me leave without disturbing your Shennong Gang's work. How about that?"
Duan Yanqing was extremely surprised by Zhong Wanchou's great improvement in strength. He felt that Zhong Wanchou was completely different from before. He knew that there must be something weird behind this. He didn't want to provoke anyone, so he wanted to leave right away.
"Boss Duan, Leader Sikong said before that he asked you to sign documents, but you didn't. Now you want to leave, hehe, but it's too late!"
"Zhong Wanchou! Do you really think you can keep me here? If you offend me, I will find you disciples from the Shennong Gang to kill from now on. Kill two today and four tomorrow. Let's see how many of you are enough for me."
Kill!" Big-mouthed Yue Laosan screamed angrily. Just now he almost had his arm cut off by Zhong Wanchou.
"Okay, Yue Laosan, just run away. I, Lao Zhong, will see how you run today. When the gang brothers finish cooking the offal, it will be your turn!"
The strength of the Shennong Gang exceeds everyone's expectations. It can no longer be regarded as a Jianghu gang. It is much stronger than the most elite soldiers. After all, not all soldiers are second- and third-rate warriors. But these Shennong Gang members in front of them are not only
With the strength of a warrior and the discipline and integrity of a soldier, when the two are integrated, the increase in combat power has more than doubled. In less than half an hour, a group of martial arts heroes were killed and they were crying for their fathers and mothers.
Corpses were everywhere.
Not everyone is willing to fight with the Shennong Gang here. Many people want to run away when they see the situation is not going well. Some of them want to escape from the battle circle because of their qinggong skills, but as soon as they get up, they are struck by arrows shot from all directions.
Hedgehog.
In front of the most powerful long-range weapons in the world, as long as you haven't broken through to the innate and have no body-protecting aura, the feather arrows will be a nightmare for you. It can deflect one or two, and it can deflect a third or fourth.
branch?
What makes the martial arts heroes even more horrified is that the Shaolin Eight Hundred Arhat Formation, which they had high hopes for, has actually begun to collapse!
Those Shennong Gang disciples dressed in black and well-dressed seemed to know all the changes in the formation. Under the command of the woman on the side, they were like a butcher unloading an ox. In less than half an hour, the formation had been dismembered and scattered, and more than a hundred monks were killed or injured.
If this continues, after a while, how can the formation still be able to withstand it?
"Amitabha!"
A Buddha's chant suddenly exploded like a bell. The people fighting in the field, without exception, were all shaken by the Buddha's chant. Their blood was boiling and their heads were dizzy. They had to stop. But they saw an old monk in gray robes who had arrived at some unknown time.
The battle circle. The previous Buddha's name came from his mouth.
The father and son Qiao Feng and Murong Fu who had escaped into Shaolin before were also following the old monk. Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo looked strange at this time, their faces were very peaceful, their hands were clasped together, and they looked like monks.
Puzzling.
"Shaolin is an ancient temple that has existed for thousands of years, how can it be stained by blood? However, God has the virtue of good life, and the poor monk does not want to commit murder, so please all the benefactors in black, please retreat quickly!"
Every word was like a heavy hammer beating on the chest. After finishing two sentences, Sikong Xuan was so shocked that his face turned pale. Most of the other disciples even screamed with internal injuries and vomited blood, and their faces turned pale.
As soon as the old monk appeared on the scene, his stance was clear. Although no one knew him, his strength was really shocking. Two words actually shocked thousands of Shennong Gang players in the field to vomit blood on the spot.
Sikong Xuan and Zhong Wanchou were already leaning together, glaring angrily at the old monk who suddenly appeared. Who from top to bottom of the Shennong Gang was not arrogant? How could a good opportunity that had been planned for a long time be disrupted by someone?
"Fire the arrow! Shoot this bald donkey to death!"
"Swish, swish, swish!" Hundreds of feather arrows poured out from the forest, covering the old monk's head with a radius of fifteen meters around him.
"Bang!" The old monk first vibrated with energy, knocking Qiao Feng and others behind him far away, then clasped his hands together and announced the Buddha's name. He actually ignored the arrows falling like rain on his head!