Crossing all worlds: divine power automatically full level

Chapter 365 Eighteen Arhat Formation

Qu Feiyan began to snap his fingers, telling out all kinds of despicable, shameless, dirty, bloody, and dirty things that the Songshan faction did.

Among them, Liu Zhengfeng's family of the Hengshan School was destroyed, Yu Ji was chased and killed by the Thirteen Taibao, Zuo Lengchan wins over black and white to make countless tragedies...

One pile, one piece, shocking, frightening!

Qu Feiyan's voice was crisp and lively, but his speaking speed was extremely fast.

She is clear-headed, organized, and speaks so clearly that it is impossible to argue.

Master Fang Zheng was speechless at what she said, and he was ashamed.

But obviously, he is also a person with a firm will, and he will not veto his judgment just because of Qu Feiyan's few words:
"Little demon girl, even if you talk about breaking the sky, it still can't change the fact that you are the witch of the Demon Cult. The same."

He looked at Ding Ling, and pointed to the direction of the Songshan School:

"It can't change the fact that you, Ding Ling, slaughtered countless elite disciples of the Songshan School, and almost wiped out the Songshan School!"

He began to change his name from Ding Daxia to Ding Ling.

It can be seen that after Master Fangzheng was angered by Qu Feiyan, his heart was in turmoil and he was no longer calm.

He looked at Ding Ling with piercing eyes:

"Ding Ling, what do you think? Are you going to make an enemy of the entire Jianghu? Or stay with me in Shaolin Temple and be a carefree person with no worries or troubles?"

"You bald ass!"

Qu Feiyan was in a hurry, afraid that Ding Ling would agree, he couldn't help looking at Ding Ling, and called out 'Brother Ding'.

Ding Ling gave her a reassuring look, and took two steps forward with a drum beating urn and golden hammer, scanning all the monks, and finally his eyes fell on Master Fang Zheng:

"I don't have the idea of ​​being an enemy of the whole Jianghu. I also believe that most of the people in this Jianghu are rational and neutral. If someone really troubles me, I am not afraid."

Ding Ling paused for a moment, then smiled slightly, suddenly waves of wind and waves came out of nowhere, making Ding Ling's clothes rattle, he stood on the spot, his breath was deep, and he showed his grand master demeanor.

His voice is very calm, but full of iron and blood, sonorous:
"If the whole world really wants to be my enemy, I'd like to see who will be the leader."

He looked at Master Fangzheng, his eyes were gloomy, as deep as two bottomless pools:

"Is that you?"

When Ding Ling watched Master Fangzheng, sweat broke out on his back all of a sudden, as if he had just been watched and overlooked by an ancient beast. The strong sense of oppression made him want to suffocate for a while.

His heart trembled secretly, but the thoughts in his heart became more and more firm. He clasped his palms together and said solemnly:
"Amitabha, good and good! The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell! If Master Ding is obsessed with his obsession and insists on going his own way, it means that our Shaolin Temple can only be the leader."

His expression is solemn and the treasure looks solemn:

"Even if the abbot of Shaolin Temple passed away today, let the world see my determination to protect orthodox and upright Shaolin Temple, absolutely inviolable!"

"Hahaha……"

Ding Ling laughed three times, his eyes were like lightning, and he scanned the audience:

"What an eloquent master Fangzheng. You can tell the truth if you die. I won't talk nonsense to you. Do you want to fight? Okay!"

Ding Ling walked forward holding the golden hammer for beating the drum and urn:

"I will accompany you!"

"Place up!"

Master Fangzheng's scalp was numb when he saw it, and he couldn't help shouting angrily.

boom!
Clang clang!
A total of eighteen golden arhats who seemed to be covered in gold lacquer rushed out from behind Master Fangzheng!

Each of them carried iron rods, and amidst the roar of shouts, they formed an endless and endless formation.

"Donor Ding, do you dare to try the power of the Eighteen Arhats in Shaolin Temple?"

Master Fang Zheng stepped back and said loudly.

"Just trying."

Ding Ling let out a long whistle, the sound cracked nine days, and Master Fangzheng and his party's eardrums were buzzing, and everyone's expressions changed drastically.

Qu Feiyan and his party were all happy, and Qu Feiyan was even more delighted, thinking:
"Brother Ding's voice is getting louder and more powerful. Is this because his skills have improved? Well, let's see how these bald donkeys will fight!"

boom!
The wind was blowing under Ding Ling's feet, and the muffled thunder sounded across the sky. In the next instant, Ding Ling had already arrived in front of the Eighteen Arhats like the wind. While they were waiting in full force, Ding Ling held up the golden hammer of beating the drum and urn, activated the Nine Heavens Thunder Hammer Technique, and the breathing method The strength and true qi of pure yang real kung fu are rapidly circulated and then fused into the Nine Heavens Thunder Hammer Technique, making the Nine Heavens Thunder Hammer Technique more powerful and powerful.

Rumble!
Before the hammer fell, the golden hammer that had been driven by the Jiuxiao Thunder Hammer Technique made a rumbling sound of cracking and thundering.

Everyone's face changed greatly.

The Eighteen Arhats are each facing a formidable enemy!

"Ha ha……"

Ding Ling laughed long, showing unrestrained and unrestrained, he leapt up, in mid-air, with a drum beating a golden hammer, he smashed down crazily, bang bang bang!

There seemed to be countless invisible phantom giant hammers manifesting in the void, densely packed, and the exact number was not clear at all. Not only that, the speed of these hammer shadows was extremely fast, one second was still in the air, and the next second, it had already smashed It fell to the gate of the array of the Eighteen Arhats.

"Stop!"

Eighteen Arhats roared.

Everyone pulls out their tricks.

"Ape Stick Technique!"

An Arhat was as dexterous as an ape, and a long stick could be stretched and stretched indefinitely, and he could change it at will. With the sound of clanging, he slammed the golden hammer towards Tianque's beating drum and urn.

"Splitting the mountain stick!"

An arhat took a long breath, shouted loudly, and with a long stick, made the tiger roar like a mountain-split axe, and smashing it with a stick seemed to smash the mountain into pieces.

"Little Plum Blossom Stick Technique!"

An Arhat's long stick points out countless stick shadows.

"The Coiling Dragon Stick Technique!"

An Arhat's long stick looks like a coiled dragon ascending to the sky. It is extremely domineering and unstoppable.

"Mace method!"

"Liuhe stick method!"

……

Eighteen arhats, eighteen different stick techniques, each of which has been practiced to the perfect state of instinct, and then combined with the eighteen arhat formations!

Gather the power of eighteen arhats into one.

The power of the stick techniques that were struck together seemed to condense into a giant stick that pierced the sky in mid-air, as if it could poke a hole in the sky!
so array.

Rare in the world.

It is enough to easily crush an enemy.

Qu Feiyan and his group's complexion changed slightly, and they were a little worried.

Master Fangzheng breathed a sigh of relief, and was secretly looking forward to the time.

boom!
Ding Ling's invisible phantom hammer has collided with the power of the stick technique, rumble!As soon as the two sides began to confront each other, they entered a state of fierce battle!
Look outside the scene.

I could only see stick shadows, hammer shadows flying constantly, sand and dust billowing, and grass clippings flying in all directions, but it was difficult to see clearly what kind of people there were.

(End of this chapter)