Traveling through the divine eagle: the first sword of Quanzhen

Chapter 195 The Vulnerable Arhat Formation

But tonight was different, Li Qingwei lay down to rest first, while Li Ninglu was wrapped in fox fur and looked after the bonfire.

Li Qingwei was preparing for tomorrow, so today he had to eat well and recharge his energy.

It is not a lie to say that one person chooses a sect without being afraid.But Li Qingwei was not sure of winning, and he was very uncertain, so he could only make complete preparations.

However, he wanted to test his own strength. With the Dragon Spring Sword in hand, he could be said to be invincible.Although he didn't use it very often, Li Qingwei felt that the Longquan Sword was much more powerful than the Yitian Sword of later generations.

Although he dare not say that he will succeed in the first battle, Li Qingwei is still very confident after killing their boss and then retreating.

In the early morning of the second day, Li Ninglu was wrapped in fox fur and was arranging the bonfire.Li Qingwei stretched.

He put on the night clothes, then put on the "bad handsome" mask, and finally put on the bamboo hat.He didn't plan to wear the clothes of White Camel Mountain, because Li Qingwei couldn't guarantee that he could kill them all in one battle.

If after I return to the Central Plains in the future, these people's resurgence will be detrimental to the girls of White Camel Mountain, then the loss outweighs the gain.Although the people from White Camel Mountain can't go up, these girls are not their opponents when they come down the mountain.

So to be on the safe side, it's best for him to use the identity of "bad handsome".

After Li Qingwei changed his clothes, he said to Li Ninglu: "Thank you for your hard work, you wait here for me, I will go back as soon as I go."

Li Ninglu stood up and said, "Master, I'd better go with you."

Li Qingwei replied: "No! You stay here, if you go with me, then I may have to distract you to protect you."

Li Ninglu shook her head at this time and said: "Master, this is not far from the main altar of Shaolin in the Western Regions, and there is yellow sand all around here, there is only this place to stay. If they run away and find me here , Without the protection of the master, I am afraid I will be taken away by them, after all, the bald thieves from Shaolin in the Western Regions all practice authentic Shaolin outsider kung fu, which is much better than those from the Vajra Sect."

After thinking about it for a while, Li Qingwei felt reasonable and said: "Okay! But you can't go wearing the clothes of White Camel Mountain. If we can't complete our work this time, then we may invite their revenge. , If one day I return to the Central Plains, they will trouble you from the bottom of the mountain, it will be really troublesome."

After hearing Li Qingwei's words, Li Ninglu nodded happily, and Li Ninglu also brought other clothes.

She changed without hesitation, because Li Qingwei was her master, and everything about her belonged to her master.So there is nothing to shy away from.

And Li Qingwei watched her graceful figure unceremoniously. Li Ninglu was only 23 years old. Although Li Qingwei was only fifteen years old this year, it was only the age of this body.

The 23-year-old sister Yu, when she was young, how could he have the heart to turn her back hypocritically.

However, Li Ninglu's clothes made Li Qingwei a little dumbfounded. She changed her white clothes and put on black clothes, and wrapped her hair with a black turban, and put a black veil on her face. Seriously.Only the eyes and hands are exposed.

Like a black widow.

However, Li Qingwei felt that this was reasonable, after all, the two of them were there to engage in "terrorist attacks".This dress is also a good match.

After Li Ninglu changed her clothes, she followed behind Li Qingwei, and the two arrived at the gate of the city.

The dilapidation of the city wall tells its long history, and the monk standing in front of the city gate also found the two of them.

The monk asked loudly, "What are you doing?"

Although there are not many other towns in the Western Regions who speak Chinese, these original Western Region schools all speak Chinese.

With less barriers to communication, Li Qingwei also saved a lot of things.

He was still walking towards them step by step, Li Ninglu followed closely behind him holding a pair of knives.

Although there were only two people on the other side, the two stick monks also saw that the other party's visitor was not kind, and the person who had been in Shuangqi Town disappeared inexplicably, perhaps it had something to do with the two people in front of them.

A monk hurried to the city to call other people.

When Li Qingwei and Li Qingwei walked to the city gate, more than 30 monks rushed out from the city, and then surrounded Li Qingwei and Li Ninglu. Generally neither fish nor fowl.

After all, they came from a serious sect, so they are still a bit scruples about their external image.

At this time, an old monk came out. He had a hooked nose and a sullen face. He said that a person is born from the heart, and this person did not look like a good person.

This old monk was very sensible. He held a Zen stick and bowed to Li Qingwei with one hand and said, "Amitabha! I don't know who is the benefactor? What's the use of coming to Shaolin in the Western Regions?"

Li Qingwei said lightly: "I want your lives!"

Hearing Li Qingwei's words, all the monks grasped the sticks in their hands.

The old monk also shook his Zen stick, but he didn't do it directly. Instead, he asked, "Oh? I don't know where I sent you to offend Your Excellency, but to make Your Excellency speak so boldly."

Li Qingwei replied: "As a Buddhist disciple, I don't respect the Buddha and have no sympathy for sentient beings. Instead, I am greedy and lustful, colluding with Shaolin traitors, robbing merchants, and seducing women from good families. Isn't this worthy of death?"

At this time, the old monk laughed, and he said: "Damn! Damn! But now you are the one who should be damned! Do it! Arhat Formation!"

Speaking of which, the old monk shook the Zen staff in his hand, and the iron ring of the Zen staff resounded, and the monks began to form an array.

At this moment, Li Qingwei looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Arhat Formation!? Hahahahaha! Worth a fight!"

Li Qingwei pulled out the Longquan sword at this time, pouring powerful internal energy into the sword, and a sword sound resounded like a dragon's chant.

Li Ninglu hastily blocked her ears.

Li Qingwei ordered: "Stay away from me, protect yourself! Save yourself from getting the dirty blood of these people."

After saying that, Li Qing rushed out with his tiny sword. With a move of the blue dragon hitting the water, the sword energy created two waves of sand, and it really came to the old monk in an instant like dividing water. Before the old monk could react, the Longquan sword had already pierced his body.

The old monk looked at Li Qingwei in disbelief, and he murmured: "Quanquan." Before he finished speaking, Li Qingwei raised his sword and split him in two.

The stick monks were also shocked when they saw this scene. The Arhat formation composed of dozens of people may have the strength to fight against other masters.But it's a pity that the person they met was Li Qingwei, who was still holding the Longquan Sword.

Li Qingwei's current strength has surpassed that of Wang Chongyang back then, and these people are somewhat unsatisfactory.

Li Qingwei performed the Golden Goose Kung Fu, jumped up into the air, and shot out three sword qi in an instant, the sword qi was indestructible wherever it went, and the sword qi hit the ground, causing a burst of smoke and dust.

Before the formation of the Shaolin Arhat Formation, all the monks had already died under Li Qingwei's sword.

Seeing this scene, the remaining monks shouted: "Devil! Devil!" They retreated into the city instinctively, ignoring other things.

(End of this chapter)