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Chapter 403 Divine Lighting Sutra Liancheng Swordsmanship
The white-clothed man ignored everyone's voices, put his palms together towards the most central Master Wuxiang, and said respectfully: "Master, in Xiamei Xiaotian, my father Mei Helin is a good friend of Master Xuanye of your temple. Entering the temple?"

The Xuanzi generation can definitely be regarded as eminent monks in Shaolin, and that master Xuanye has a very high level of Buddhist practice, and he almost became the abbot back then.

Hearing this, Master Wuxiang finally opened his eyes.

"Amitabha, according to the order of the abbot, Shaolin has closed the mountain, and those who have successfully broken through the barrier are not allowed to enter. If the benefactor wants to visit Master Xuanye, please come back after a while."

Mei Xiaotian saw that the other party was very disrespectful, and suddenly felt a little bit embarrassed, and his playful temper began to flare up again.

"Master, you'd better go back and ask Master Xuanye before making a decision. If Master Xuanye gets angry, I'm afraid the master may not be able to bear it."

The words contained threats.

Unexpectedly, Wu Xiang had no expression on his face, and said: "No matter how old Master Xuan Ye is, he can't disobey the abbot's orders."

"you!"

The man in white was so out of breath that he couldn't speak for a while.

His junior sister couldn't help but said: "The monks in Shaolin Temple are all like stubborn donkeys. Brother Tian, ​​when the master comes, they will look good!"

At this time, Wuxiang suddenly opened his angry eyes wide, like a Vajra descending from a demon, his eyes were as fierce as the sun, staring at the woman in gold and silver.

"roll!"

Wuxiang's tongue burst into spring thunder, like a golden bell striking, deafening.

The woman spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

"Junior Sister!"

The man in white stretched out his hand to save his junior sister, but when his hand touched his junior sister's body, he also flew upside down, and his body was completely out of control.

As for the old servant, just as he was about to make a change, Wu Xiang gave him a sideways look.

This glance made him tremble, as if he was being crushed by Mount Tai, unable to move at all.

Gu Yang shook his head as he watched, these three people were too stupid, the master should not be humiliated, let alone the chief of Shaolin Conquering Demon Academy.

Now even if Mei Helin came, it might not be easy to solve.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao will arrive.

Just when the man and woman were about to fall to the ground, one hand was placed on their shoulders, and the pure divine energy circulated, easily dispelling the Wuxiang power.

Mei Xiaotian fell to the ground, still a little staggering, his face turned pale, and he looked back at the hale and hearty old man with fluttering white hair, his eyes were full of grievances.

"father!"

"Master!"

Looking at the tears in the eyes of his son and apprentice, Mei Helin sighed, and the trace of complaint in his heart disappeared.

He got a son when he was old, and his wife died of dystocia in order to give birth to Tianer, so he doted on his son very much.

Even this female apprentice was accepted because her son liked her.

"Father, you must avenge me!"

Mei Helin patted his head, then walked towards Master Wuxiang, wearing a long gown without wind, the fallen leaves around him also spun and danced.

Obviously, this old master who is well-known in the south of the Yangtze River is angry.

"Amitabha, Wuxiang has met Old Master Mei."

Master Wuxiang said calmly, neither humble nor overbearing.

Mei Helin snorted coldly, and stood with his hands behind his back, without a weapon, only a jade flute pinned to his waist.

"Wu Xiang, go ask Master Xuan Ye to come out, you are not qualified to talk to this old man."

He is a Grandmaster of the Third Heaven and has been famous for decades, while Wuxiang is only a Grandmaster of the First Heaven. To him, he is just a junior.

Wuxiang just recited a Buddhist name, and said calmly: "If Master Mei wants to see Master Xuanye, please go through the barrier."

Mei Helin sneered, and looked at the eighteen bronze arhats.

"What kind of situation can a group of juniors who haven't entered the grandmaster become? Today, the old man will give you some pointers, so that you know that not everyone can bully my Jiangnanmei family!"

After finishing speaking, he calmed down and stepped into the formation with a chic expression, he seemed to regard the famous Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Men as nothing.

Such a demeanor made everyone applaud in unison.

But Gu Yang shook his head, this Mei Helin can be regarded as an old master, but he is still so careless, these eighteen bronze figures are not simple.

This old Jianghu, I'm afraid he will lose his life at the end of the festival.

Sure enough, the next moment, the eighteen bronze figures who had been as quiet as sculptures suddenly came to life. They opened their eyes, and a bright brass golden light bloomed from their bodies.

One person holds a flower and smiles, with a vague sense of Zen.

Mei Helin was in a daze for a moment, thinking of his wife's death, felt sad for a moment, and had the idea of ​​shaving or becoming a monk.

The next moment, he woke up suddenly, and Nianhua Zhijin had come before his eyes.

Shaolin 72's unique skill is finger-twisting!

In the large formation of eighteen bronze figures, each bronze figure possesses a unique Shaolin skill, and the eighteen unique skills complement each other. In addition, the formation method connects the internal forces of all people together, and any one of them can exert the power of a master.

The eighteen bronze men are the eighteen masters with unique skills!
Mei Helin's lightness kung fu was excellent, he leaned back suddenly, an iron bridge was almost parallel to the ground, the petals swirled past his nose, pierced through several big trees, and finally nailed deeply into the cliff.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, shadows of palms came all over the sky, each blow was powerful enough to destroy mountains and mountains!
Chiba Tathagata hands!
Mei Helin is known as the master of both palms and swords, and he didn't evade at this moment. He turned around, rose into the air, and then slapped palms in the air again and again, striking fast, and the shadow of his palms caught up with Qianye Tathagata's hand.

After facing dozens of palms in a row, Mei Helin's complexion did not change, and a mouthful of divine energy sank into the dantian.

It's a pity that he was facing eighteen bronze men.

Another bronze man stepped forward, his fists were like tigers and leopards thundering, his muscles and bones roared together, his strength was unparalleled, and his power was extraordinary.

Slam the monument!

Mei Helin slapped his palms together, and took three steps back, his divine energy swaying slightly.

The bronze men stepped forward one after another, they cooperated tacitly, and used various stunts one after another, like a vast ocean, beating Mei Helin back again and again.

Vigorous Vajra Palm, Formless Tribulation Finger, Dragon Claw Hand...

For a moment, Mei Helin fell into an absolute disadvantage, and what made him even more ashamed was that Wu Xiang among the 18 people did not do anything, but just squeezed the Zen seal with one hand, stroked the Buddhist beads with the other, and looked at him quietly.

Obviously, if he didn't make a move, Mei Helin would be overwhelmed. If he made a move, Mei Helin would have been defeated long ago.

"Amitabha, Grandmaster Mei, please stop. You are also a famous person in the south of the Yangtze River, the founder of a sect. It would be a pity if your prestige was ruined."

There is a look of compassion on the faceless face, and he advises.

However, Mei Helin had already made a real fire, he snorted coldly, took off the jade flute at his waist, turned his wrist over, a long blade popped out of the flute, and the jade flute turned into a sword immediately.

"Don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

Mei Helin no longer kept it, and the spirit of Shenzhao was surging. He let out a long whistle and said loudly: "The wind and dust are three feet of swords, and the country is one of military uniform."

Clang!
The continuous sword light was like a plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and it swept the copper people in in an instant. The Lingbing Yuxiao sword combined with the unique swordsmanship of Liancheng, exploded with amazing power, and cut through the layer of brass golden light for a while, leaving There were a series of tiny sword marks.

"Go to the dragon in the middle of the night, the tiger's den in the Central Plains is empty!"

Mei Helin continued to recite ancient poems aloud, the light of the sword in his hand became faster and faster, and the aura of the sword became stronger and stronger, the poem and the sword skillfully merged into one.

Liancheng swordsmanship is also known as the swordsmanship of Tang poetry. It pays attention to the harmony of poetry and swords, with lofty artistic conception and extraordinary sword intent and momentum.

It's fighting while reciting poems, exuding a pretentious atmosphere.

At this moment, Gu Yang was watching them with a smile on their face, listening to the system prompts that kept ringing in his ears.

"Ding, congratulations on successfully copying the Martial Arts God's Sutra!"

"Ding, congratulations on successfully copying the Wuxue Liancheng Swordsmanship, Dragon Claw Hand, Wuxiang Jiezhi, Vigorous Vajra Palm..."

(End of this chapter)