Song Changqing's eyes were sharp and murderous, and he said: "I have long wanted to ask for advice on the power of the Eighteen Arhats. Since you will never retreat, I don't mind killing you either."
"Who will kill whom is yet to be determined!"
Xuantong stood beside Xuanyuan and snorted coldly.
He is a disciple of the Shaolin Temple, so he knows Song Changqing's reputation. No one of them alone can be Song Changqing's opponent, but the eighteen people merge into one, the Eighteen Arhats are endlessly powerful, and they are powerful enough to compete with Song Changqing.
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In particular, Xuantong himself was a radical.
He was even more unwilling to admit defeat.
Even if it's a fight to the death, he still has to compete with Song Changqing.
The Xuan Yuan Bao Xiang* was running the glazed golden body. Under the flow of inner energy, the injuries he had just suffered were slowly recovering. With a solemn expression on his face, he said: "Song Gong, I have eighteen people in formation. The power of
Countless improvements. You must think carefully. Once you fight with us, you may be seriously injured. At that time, your status as the leader of the Quanzhen Cult may be affected."
"Hahaha……"
When Song Changqing heard this, he laughed loudly.
His laughter was full of edge.
This sound also infused internal energy and spread into people's ears, making their ears ring. Even people with low skills fell to the ground on the spot, feeling as if they had been struck by lightning.
Not far away, there is an inn upstairs.
Wang Can and Dian Wei both looked through the window at the door of the Quanzhen Sect's residence.
They all looked at the battlefield.
After Wang Can got the news, he came quietly to inquire about the situation so that he could be confident.
Wang Can observed the situation. When Song Changqing's laughter came, he resisted the sound wave with a little exercise. With a smile on his face, he said: "This battle has really started. It seems that the Eighteen-stick Monk of Shaolin Temple,
Even if they set up the Eighteen Arhat Formation, they still can't resist Song Changqing of the Quanzhen Sect. The conflict between the Quanzhen Sect and the Shaolin Temple is bound to end."
Dian Wei said: "My lord, if they both lose, just kill them. These people don't care about production. When they come to our country of Shu, they look aloof. It's really hateful."
Although Wang Can is the Supreme Emperor, Dian Wei is addressed as the Lord.
This is loyalty to Wang Can.
"no!"
Wang Can shook his head and refused.
Wang Can said: "We can only provoke conflicts, not take action. Once we take action, there will always be clues left. Once they are found on us, the consequences will be disastrous."
Dian Wei snorted, looking indignant.
Wang Can said: "Let's wait and see. They all want to snatch disciples and recruit more talents. As long as they have conflicts, we will have room to survive. We will tolerate it for the time being, and one day we will get it all back."
"yes!"
Dian Wei nodded solemnly.
At this time, Song Changqing's laughter stopped, and Xuanyuan said coldly: "Song Changqing, why are you laughing?"
Song Changqing said: "Laughing at you for not overestimating your abilities!"
Xuanyuan said: "Do you really want to fight? Our Shaolin Temple doesn't ask for much, we just need to preach in the Kingdom of Shu. The Shaolin Temple has always been about peace and has never bullied anyone. Even if our Shaolin Temple enters the Kingdom of Shu, I will be completely sincere to you.
If you teach, there will be no threat."
"Is there no threat?"
Song Changqing said disdainfully: "So in the Tang Dynasty, is there any sect that can compete with the Shaolin Temple? Xuanyuan, put away your hypocritical face. In the Kingdom of Shu, I am the only one with the Quanzhen Sect, and there is no way you have the Shaolin Temple."
Xuanyuan clenched his fists and said, "You are really hopeless."
"hopeless?"
Song Changqing said disdainfully: "What you said is nothing more than delaying time for your injuries to recover. Xuanyuan, you can't hide your little thoughts from me. I just want you to recover, but I want to take a look at you."
What’s so great about the Eighteen Arhat Formation in Shaolin Temple? In this battle, the Eighteen-stick Monk will be eliminated!”
"Arrogant!"
Xuanyuan gritted his teeth and drank.
He has indeed recovered a lot from his internal injuries and is already fighting capable.
The glazed golden body is not only used for protection, but also for healing injuries. The real glazed golden body can make the body indestructible and even reverse injuries.
Xuanyuan shouted: "Eighteen-stick monk, start the formation!"
Following his order, the Shaolin Temple monks who surrounded Song Changqing began to move, and the internal energy of the eighteen people began to flow vigorously, gradually seeming to form one person.
Eighteen people, just like one body.
Song Changqing saw this in his eyes, he sneered, stamped his feet, and his whole body rose up from the ground and stood in the air.
He held the sword formula in his hand, and the sword in his hand rose into the air, and stopped in front of Song Changqing. He didn't need to hold the sword in his hand, he was already standing with the sword.
"please!"
Song Changqing raised his head and gave a low drink.
"Eighteen Arhats, subduing the dragon!"
Xuanyuan gave a low drink.
As he shouted, the auras of the eighteen people circulated, forming a unique formation. Long sticks fell in the air one after another, densely packed and powerful, and soon they were in front of Song Changqing.
"One sword, break the law!"
Song Changqing shouted low, holding the sword formula in his hand, the sword beside him rose into the sky, and then the sword tip pointed downward. Countless Gang Qi shot out from the sharp sword tip, constantly attacking the long sticks.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!!"
Under the impact of Gang Qi, an endless sound was made.
"kill!!"
Song Changqing's sword was constantly resisting the attack of the Eighteen-Stick Monk under the control of his Qi. And his right hands were pointed together into a sword, and his whole body was shot forward diagonally.
He went straight to Xuantong.
Just now Xuantong uttered arrogant words, he remembered Xuantong.
At this moment, Song Changqing's whole body was like a sword, and he was in front of Xuantong in an instant. The Gang Qi in his body circulated and condensed on the sword finger. When he arrived in front of Xuantong, the sword finger pierced out.
"Ding!"
The sword finger pierced Gang Qi.
Suddenly, there was an explosion.
As this sound sounded, the next moment, the Gang Qi on Xuantong's body burst, and the sword finger continued to move forward.
"Puch!"
The sharp energy directly penetrated Xuantong's heart.
As soon as he pointed it down, Xuantong died on the spot without any breath left.
Song Changqing was not only good at the Zhenwu Emperor Sword, but he was also able to attack with the sword. Even his own Gang Qi, due to his practice of swordsmanship, was extremely sharp, magnificent, and extremely powerful in attack.
Under such a premise, a mere stick monk from the Shaolin Temple cannot stop Song Changqing. If Song Changqing was actually resisted by a stick monk, he would be the leader of the Quanzhen Sect.
"Xuantong!"
When Xuanyuan saw Xuantong being killed, he roared.
He immediately became anxious.
Xuanyuan was angry and said again: "Eighteen Arhats, crouching on the tiger!"
This is the move of the Eighteen Arhats.
The Crouching Tiger Style was a stronger move. Although Xuantong was missing, with Xuantong as the leader, they quickly changed directions one by one, and they all arrived at Xuanyuan's side. The aura gathered, and the long stick was swung up and down in the air.
Song Changqing was not afraid at all, he waved his hand to control the sword, and stabbed forward fiercely with the sword in his hand again.
"Ding! Ding!"
The sword edge kept moving forward, and in the blink of an eye, it had stabbed the falling Gang Qi countless times. The moves of the seventeen-stick monk headed by Xuanyuan were immediately broken.
When Song Changqing saw that Xuanyuan did not hold back, he did not hold back any more. A magic sword quickly circulated in the air, and the sword edge kept thrusting out, and only the sound of "Pu Chi" could be heard.
The stick monk behind Xuanyuan was constantly being killed.
Bloody holes appeared one after another in the throats, all of which were pierced through the throat.
In the blink of an eye, there were less than ten people left around Xuanyuan.
Including Xuanyuan, there are only nine people left.
"withdraw!"
Seeing this situation, Xuanyuan made a prompt decision and issued the order to retreat. He finally saw that even if there were eighteen of them, they were no match for Song Changqing.
This gap is too big.
Even if they are all in the same big realm, but there is a small difference in the realm, there is an essential difference in strength.
The key is that Song Changqing's swordsmanship is too sharp.
This is too lethal.
Song Changqing saw Xuanyuan and others retreating, but did not pursue them. After his body landed on the ground, his inner breath gradually calmed down. The sword in his hand was also sheathed, and he frowned as he looked at Song Changqing and others leaving.
Junyangzi also came out.
He saw the corpses of Shaolin Temple monks lying on the ground, then glanced at Song Changqing, and said quickly: "Senior brother is mighty, and with his haircut, it is possible to kill them. Xuanyuan and others retreated, why?
Why not kill them?"
Chunyangzi wanted to kill them all.
Cut the grass without removing the root, but it will grow again when the spring breeze blows.
This is Junyoko's attitude.
Song Changqing suddenly coughed, with a solemn look on his face, and said: "It's not that I don't want to kill them all, it's because sword control consumes too much internal energy. For me, this blow is extremely forced. If they are stronger again,
If there are some, it will be difficult to continue. When I break through to the God Refining Cutoff, use the power of heaven and earth for my own use, and suppress one side of the world, I will not be so weak."
After hearing this, Chunyangzi said: "This is already amazing. Senior brother has single-handedly resisted the eighteen-stick monks of Shaolin Temple. It can be said that he has superb swordsmanship, but it is a pity that I can't learn it."
Song Changqing snorted and said: "All your thoughts are in this colorful world, why do you study martial arts?"
"Yes Yes!"
Chunyangzi said: "Senior brother's teachings should be kept in mind by the disciples."
Song Changqing said: "Contain all the bodies of the monks in the Shaolin Temple. After this incident, the Shaolin Temple will most likely take action. I must send someone to report this matter to the master immediately so that the master can respond."
Chunyangzi said: "Senior brother, you have considered it right!"
The two entered the courtyard, leaving the Quanzhen Sect people behind to clean the ground and wait.
Wang Can also saw Song Changqing's power in the building. When he thought that Song Changqing had killed Xuantong and others without any effort, his eyes were a little horrified.
His martial arts skills are quite good.
But in front of Song Changqing, he was completely inferior to the big witch. If Wang Can and Song Changqing were to fight now, I'm afraid Wang Can wouldn't even be able to survive a face-to-face encounter, and he would die in the hands of Song Changqing.
There are too many differences between the two sides.
Dian Wei also looked horrified and said: "My lord, this Song Changqing is so powerful."
Wang Can said: "That's why we must worship the Quanzhen Sect and learn the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect so that the Kingdom of Shu can truly gain a foothold and no longer be threatened by anyone." (To be continued)