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Chapter 159

Seeing that Zhao Mingyuan killed someone in front of him, but he failed to stop him, Monk Xinmei felt that he had lost face and was furious.

Now that Zhao Mingyuan had made a move, he was not going to let them go. These people were already dead in Zhao Mingyuan's eyes, so he naturally didn't care what Xinmei thought, and the long sword went to Monk Xinmei.

Seeing this, the monk Xinmei yelled: "Brohan formation!"

Then he rushed forward and blocked Zhao Mingyuan.The four monks behind him, headed by the monk Xinmei, surrounded Zhao Mingyuan and formed a formation.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Zhengyi also shouted: "Let's get rid of the demon with Master Xinmei!"

The crowd rushed forward and killed Zhao Mingyuan and the three of them.

Naturally, Ah Fei would not let Zhao Mingyuan fight the enemy alone, and he would use his quick sword to kill him.As long as it is not a top expert, no one can block A Fei's sword.

Tie Chuanjia also held his breath in his heart. Seeing this scene, he let go of his hands and feet, and shot mercilessly.

He has a nickname of "Iron Armored King Kong". He is extremely powerful, and he has trained himself into an iron cloth shirt from the body of a boy, which is impenetrable to swords and guns.With this hard work, he rampages in the crowd, and few people can stop it.

Of course, the most conspicuous one was Zhao Mingyuan.

Even if he was besieged by the Arhat formation set up by the Shaolin monks, there was still a circle of knaves around outside waiting for his opportunity.But Zhao Mingyuan was still fearless.

He was still as calm as he was when he killed Mr. Iron Flute just now, as if he was walking quietly in the garden.The sword style was still not fast, stabbing to the east and slashing to the west, as if he was really stabbing randomly.

But these two simple swords have achieved extraordinary results.

These two swords did not fail, as if the Shaolin monks took the initiative to put on the neck, as soon as he made a move, Shaolin immediately rushed to the two monks.

Seeing this, the monk Xinmei hurriedly said: "Quickly retreat!"

However, Monk Xinmei didn't understand Zhao Mingyuan's magical swordsmanship, but thought that Zhao Mingyuan had seen through Shaolin's Arhat Formation and was familiar with the operation of the Arhat Formation.

Only in this way can the prophet be predicted, and move the sword to where these Shaolin monks will be next.Only in this way can the two monks operate according to the formation and send their necks to his sword.

Monk Xinmei thought he had a plan, and without formation, Zhao Mingyuan could only rely on strength to win.

But his heart was even more angry.

There have been many times when the scriptures of the Shaolin School have been stolen.This must be because there are traitors inside, and people who collude with outsiders will steal one after another.

Now the thieves are even more rampant, even leaking all the secrets of the Arhat formation, which is too much.

This so-called golden son Zhao Mingyuan must have something to do with the theft of scriptures in Shaolin Temple.

Take him down and everything will be clear.

Thinking of this in his heart, Monk Xinmei waved his sleeves and headed straight for the golden sword in Zhao Mingyuan's palm.

Different from Taoist Liuyun Feishou's method of using softness to overcome rigidity, the iron sleeve technique practiced by the monk Xinmei is the Buddhist technique of using long sleeves to defend against the enemy.

This Iron Sleeve Art is incomparably fierce, injected with vigorous internal force, the soft sleeves can also be as hard as iron, which can head-on with the enemy's weapons.

Monk Xinmei wanted to use this iron sleeve skill to meet Zhao Mingyuan's long sword hard.

This is because he saw that Zhao Mingyuan was too young and wanted to suppress him with internal force.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Mingyuan pierced his sleeve with a sword, and then twisted it hard, the two long sleeves of Monk Xinmei turned into pieces and flew away.

Apparently, Zhao Mingyuan's internal strength was still higher than that of Monk Xinmei.

Monk Xinmei was shocked.

Zhao Mingyuan is still so young, and his swordsmanship is nothing more than superb, but he still has an internal strength comparable to his own for decades.How can this be?

Then he changed his mind, this Zhao Mingyuan will definitely become a serious problem for Shaolin in the future, this son must not be kept.

However, before he could make a further response, he felt a flash of sword light piercing his brow.

Before he could react, he felt a pain in the center of his brow, his eyes darkened, and he went to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.

Everyone saw that Zhao Mingyuan pierced Monk Xinmei's Iron Sleeve Skill with a single sword, and drove straight in. The long sword pointed directly at the center of Monk Xinmei's eyebrows.

And the monk Xinmei fell down before he could react at all.There was only a red spot between the eyebrows, and not even a drop of blood flowed out.

But in fact, its interior has already been shattered by the internal force input by Zhao Mingyuan.

Seeing that the monk Xinmei also fell down and died, the only two remaining Shaolin monks were furious and attacked Zhao Mingyuan recklessly.

Other people from the surrounding rivers and lakes also took advantage of the situation and besieged Zhao Mingyuan.

Even if Zhao Mingyuan was under siege, he didn't panic. He attacked left and defended right with his long sword, stabbing forward and blocking back. Unknowingly, many people who besieged Zhao Mingyuan fell down.

Some people accidentally stabbed the person opposite with the weapon in their hand, and some people's weapon was taken by Zhao Mingyuan, and even killed the person beside them.

Of course, more people unknowingly sent their vitals to Zhao Mingyuan's sword.

As the besiegers fell one by one, the people around them were also full of fear. After all, no one wanted to stick their necks under the opponent's sword inexplicably, or be killed suddenly by the people next to them.

In this siege, not only the enemy must be careful, but also the people around him must be careful. If Zhao Zhengyi and the others did not suppress them, there would be internal strife.

They were not in the same mind, and they were not so selfless if they were asked to take their lives without fear of death.

Soon, they all learned to be smart.He was just yelling outside, but he didn't dare to get close, but cautiously took the time to do it, he didn't even dare to use up his internal strength, and he didn't dare to use old moves, lest he couldn't cope with it.

However, could Zhao Mingyuan be stopped in this way?
This is of course impossible.

The besiegers still fell down one by one, but at least they could last longer.

Those who besieged A Fei on the other side actually died faster.

After all, Ah Fei's sword is too fast, killing people faster than Zhao Mingyuan.He is not a first-class master, so he can't stop his sword at all.Even the first-class masters felt the threat of Ah Fei, and only dared to walk around with long weapons, but did not dare to get too close.Only then relied on the siege to slightly resist Ah Fei.

Only on the battlefield of Tie Chuan Jia, they had a slight advantage.

At least it can hurt the opponent.However, even if Tie Chuanjia was injured, but with his hard work, as long as he avoided the vital points, he would not have to worry about his life and dared to fight again.

But at least, Tie Chuanjia's battle circle had the fewest casualties among them.

Some people took a closer look and were surprised to find that although the fighting time was not long, less than a cup of tea, dozens of people had already fallen on the scene.

As for Zhao Mingyuan and the others, only Tie Chuanjia was injured so far, while Zhao Mingyuan and A Fei only had blood splashed on their clothes, not even any injuries at all.

Zhao Zhengyi turned pale with shock, but didn't dare to charge forward at all.After all, Monk Lianxinmei and the others are already dead, so how could he dare to step forward with his kung fu?
Therefore, he only dared to clamor for everyone to take turns to fight and harass them, hoping to use up the number of people to exhaust Zhao Mingyuan's internal energy and then carry out the siege.

This strategy can be said to be vicious, but it also caused more casualties.

Corpses fell down one after another, and the blood pooled into a stream, just to consume Zhao Mingyuan's three people's internal strength with their lives.

(End of this chapter)