The Heavens: From Shooting the Eagle

Chapter 145 The First World War Canonization (Subscribe)
The first Arhat Formation in Shaolin!

With such a terrifying power, even Tie Jian and Bitter Gourd, who had already been severely injured, have the strength to fight again!
Everyone has a new understanding of the background of Shaolin Temple...

Be it Baiyun City or Wanmei Villa, they are all supported by the strength of one person, in case there is no one left...

This power will also come to an end!

But like Shaolin, it is the real millennium ancient temple, enduring for a long time!

Perhaps the top powerhouses may not necessarily appear in every generation, but there will never be a situation where there is no shortage of success.

The inside of the formation is like a closed space built with copper walls and iron walls, completely cutting off the internal and external connections. Without the supplement of heaven and earth vitality, no matter how strong a person is, he will be slowly consumed to death.

"Therefore, we must break the formation within a limited time! It is better to cut off one finger than to injure his ten fingers... Eleven old monks, if one is missing, the power of the formation will be one point less. If we can kill three or four, it is estimated that It's time to break the formation..." Hao Jian thought silently in his heart, his figure spread out quickly, and the target was the iron-shouldered monk.

This arhat array is like a wooden barrel effect, both the iron shoulder and the bitter gourd are injured, obviously it is the shortest plank and the softest persimmon!

Of course, Hao Jian had to open up the situation from these two breakthroughs first.

"Amitabha..." Chan Master Dabei uttered the Buddha's name like Hong Zhong Dalu, grasping with his right hand, and the target was Hao Jian's legs.

"Shakya Throwing Elephant Technique!" Taoist Mu said in shock.

This originates from a story in the Buddhist classics. It is said that when the Buddha Sakyamuni was still a prince, he was traveling one day and saw an elephant blocking the way, so he lifted the elephant's foot with one hand and threw it high into the sky.

After three days, the elephant just landed from the sky...

Emmmmm...

Anyway, such outrageous things will definitely not happen in this world...

However, because of this story, Buddhism has gradually evolved such a unique skill, which focuses on catching and throwing the opponent like a Buddha throwing an elephant...

Zen Master Dabei is besieging Wei and saving Zhao. As long as Hao Jian doesn't want to be tricked, he must retreat!

He wasn't in a hurry at all, falling into the Arhat formation, he only needed to exhaust Hao Jian's true energy, and he would be able to catch him naturally...

There was even a smile on Tie Jian's face, as if he was not afraid of Hao Jian's sword hurting him at all.

Injury for Injury!

That's what the Iron Shoulder Monk really thought. The surrounding old monks had gathered their true qi in front of him, almost forming an invisible and tangible wall of qi!

However, at the moment when Zen Master Dabei was about to catch Hao Jian with his right hand, he failed!
Hao Jian in front of him suddenly disappeared...

Only caught one afterimage!
"Not good!" Chan Master Dabei exclaimed, "His target is not Junior Brother Tie Jian, but Bitter Gourd!"

It turned out that Hao Jian had already thought of the routines of Zen Master Dabei and the others, so in fact, the iron shoulder monk was a feint attack, and the real goal was the bitter gourd monk who is a good vegetarian!
Therefore, at the moment just now, Hao Jian has already used "Hao Shenfa", which combines "Spiral Nine Shadows" and many other light skills.

In an instant, a phantom appeared and continued to rush towards the iron shoulder monk, pretending to be tricked, but in fact, Hao Jian's real body had already flied in front of Master Bitter Gourd.

"So what if you have the blessing of the Arhat Formation?"

The rest of the old monks wanted to withdraw their skills and support Bitter Gourd, but it was too late!
With a "poof", Dugu's sharp sword pierced into Master Kugua's left chest without hindrance...

"Junior Brother Bitter Gourd!" Chan Master Dabei was furious, his heart ached.

Master Bitter Gourd stared blankly at the long sword on his chest, opened his mouth, and it was full of blood foam...

"The first one!" Hao Jian said coldly, resisting Zen Master Tianjing's palm with his back, and stepped back a few steps.

Everyone was stunned!

No one expected that Hao Jian would be so decisive, he beheaded an eminent monk almost neatly, although he was hit with a palm, but his figure flickered slightly, and he seemed to be fine.

"Pindao suddenly felt that...the Shaolin Temple has a big deal this time!" Taoist Mu said quietly.

The rest of the ten old monks were all eye-opening and roared repeatedly. Each of them launched their own unique skills, channeled the true energy of decades of hard work, and rushed towards Hao Jian from all directions.

"Master Bitter Gourd..." Lu Xiaofeng's face was a little sad, the scene he didn't want to see finally appeared!

He has a very good friendship with Bitter Gourd, otherwise he would not have been invited by Master Bitter Gourd to eat vegetarian food.

But now, Master Bitter Gourd has become a cold corpse!

"Everyone, avenge the bitter gourd!" Chan Master Dabei was really sad this time.

For a brief moment, everyone understood one thing.

Hao Jian's martial arts has really reached the point of transcendence and sanctification, and it is not far behind the Blood God Son who ruled the world in the past!

Group fights are like this, one-on-one... Isn't that too life-threatening?
"This battle has become the most difficult and dangerous battle in the life of the old monk and even the juniors. Everyone must have the awareness of mortal danger to protect the reputation of Shaolin for thousands of years! This battle will never stop!" Chan Master Dabei said in a deep voice.

For him, this is already a life-threatening battle!

The old monks didn't say a word, but every move was made by each of them who had practiced hard for decades. The sand and rocks on the top of Zijin Mountain were broken, the vegetation was turned over, and there were cracks on the ground, which spread like broken glass. Come.

Hao Jian didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​mercy. While forcing Zen Master Dabei back with a sharp sword, Dugu grabbed an ancient tree that had been cut off in the middle and was as thick as a person's arms, and threw it at Zen Master Dabei who was flying back.

"What kind of monster is this?" The group of heroes asked in amazement.

Zen Master Dabei's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly mobilized the skills of the three old monks on himself, and slapped a palm on the big tree, "Vajra Palm of Great Strength"!
In the pale golden light, the big tree burst into pieces.

Countless sawdust scattered in all directions, like escaping snow.

Taking advantage of the short gap between Zen Master Dabei and others smashing the big tree, Hao Jian's toes touched the ground, and the whole body shot out again, and Dugu's sharp sword lit up a dazzling brilliance in the night.

In the next moment, a line of blood oozed from the throat of the iron-shouldered monk, and his body fell limply to the ground...

"the second!"

"No! You devil!" Zen Master Dabei's heart was twisted like a knife. In just a short while, two eminent Shaolin monks have already fallen...

This is simply an unimaginable loss!
"It's like a broken bamboo..." The honest monk's eyes widened, "Even if it's the Ninth Young Master, it's probably nothing more than that..."

At this moment, Hao Jian, with the full moon as his background, seemed to be overshadowed.

Where does he still have the usual laughing and joking appearance, he is simply like a killing god!
A murderous god with more murderous intent than Ximen Chuuxue!
Wherever the murderous eyes passed, the heroes looked away one after another, not daring to look at Hao Jian at all.

"Devil, I'm going to smash my body to pieces today, and I want to get rid of the evil!" Dabei Zen Master roared, and rushed towards Hao Jian again.

The other seven monks were also furious.

Dugu's sharp sword raised a dazzling brilliance, reflecting the moonlight, and the rays of light like arcs continued to emerge...

This life-and-death battle has finally reached its most intense moment!

From time to time, an old monk was cut by the sword light and fell into a pool of blood.

In a blink of an eye, there were eleven eminent Shaolin monks in total, and only six of them were left standing!

More than half of the casualties!

Even those who were still standing, including Zen Master Dabei, were all panting and exhausted.

On the other hand, Hao Jian, although his face was pale and there was blood on the corner of his mouth, his spirit was surprisingly good!

"The road to Huangquan is too long, the whole family should walk together! Now, I will send you on the road..." Hao Jian said coldly.

The moon was setting and the stars were sinking, and the top of the Zijin Mountain was in the last darkness before dawn.

A sword light flashed in the void, like a ray of light piercing the sky in the eternal night, blooming on the Zijin Mountain, turning into a series of subtle sword lights, giving birth to a bright light.

This sword is obviously extremely fast, but in the eyes of the monks and heroes, it seems to be in slow motion...

The opposite feeling filled my heart, as if everyone's thinking had slowed down.

Dugu Sword, the top magic soldier from the world of "Shooting the Condors", seemed unable to withstand Hao Jian's skill at this moment, the sword trembled uncontrollably, and made a buzzing sound.

The surrounding void turned into a quagmire at this moment, as if the sword was about to pierce the void.

A sword shines on Zijin!

In an instant, countless sword lights split and lit up, and heavy sword shadows spread across the void, connecting with each other to form a dense sword net, covering the six old monks who were still standing with terrifying power.

Zen Master Dabei's face was miserable. He couldn't imagine that there would be such a tyrannical swordsmanship and such a terrifying strong man in the world!
Completely surpassed the martial arts myth of the past, Xiao Li Feidao!

Reached the mysterious realm of ghosts and gods...

In comparison, even the previous Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng paled in comparison...

"It's simply amazing! What kind of ruthless sword, this is the real sword god..." Someone said dreamily.

In the dreamy light and shadow, the six monks wanted to fight back, but it was as if acupuncture points had been tapped all over their bodies, and they couldn't move at all!

"This... what kind of demonic method is this?" Zen Master Dabei said in horror.

The real man is the knife, he is the fish!

He watched the sword light getting closer and closer until it filled everything in front of him...

Lu Xiaofeng, who was watching the battle, smiled wryly: "No wonder the slut doesn't need me to intervene. This kind of power has already surpassed Ye Gucheng's 'Flying Immortal from Heaven'. It is truly unprecedented!"

The honest monk said blankly: "Bodhisattva, the honest monk never lies, and said with a touch of conscience, this guy's strength... has definitely surpassed the ninth son, and may even surpass the little old man... Bodhisattva, such a person ...Can the little old man really control it?"

"Shaolin Ancient Temple, a thousand-year-old sect, has long lost the demeanor of a martial arts master! If so, let's start over..." Hao Jian stood in the void and said calmly.

In the next second, the dazzling light caused countless people to close their eyes...

The terrifying sword light finally fell completely, and the entire Zijin Mountain seemed to shake!
After a long time, the dust settled.

Everyone opened their eyes, only to find that the hill in front of them was almost razed to the ground!
As for the six old monks, only one unknown old monk was still standing, crumbling.

The rest, including Zen Master Dabei, all died!
"Hiss..." All the heroes gasped, and the whole mountain became much warmer.

Everyone knows that Shaolin suffered a crushing defeat in this battle...

The abbot, the abbot, and even the heads of the various courtyards, only one single seedling survived due to serious injuries, and the rest all fell to Zijin Mountain!
Without a hundred years, it will be difficult for Shaolin to recover...

Mu Taoist's heart was pounding, this ending was completely beyond his expectation!

"Shaolin was eliminated in the First World War. In this way, as long as the old Taoist ascends to the head of Wudang, wouldn't he be able to command the world directly?"

Thinking of this, Mu Taoist became a little excited.

However, the next second he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, because Hao Jian's cold eyes swept over...

The moment they looked at each other, Taoist Mu was stupefied...

"No, with such a killing god, even the leader of the martial arts can't sit still! Take it slowly, take it slowly..." Taoist Mu straightened his mind in an instant.

Hao Jian saw the stunned honest monk in the crowd again, and with a movement, he stood in front of the honest monk, "Now, you should know what to do, right?"

The honest monk was shocked, his big head was like a chicken pecking at rice, "I know, I know, the monk knows... If the benefactor is not in a hurry, you can rest in Moling for three days. After three days, the monk will take the benefactor out to sea..."

"Smart and honest monk!" Hao Jian patted the shoulder of the honest monk, and then said to Xue Bing: "Let's go!"

Xue Bing was somewhat dazed by Hao Jian's slender waist, floating down the mountain as if in a cloud...

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The next day, the full version of the news of the Battle of Zijin Mountain spread throughout Moling, and even spread to the whole world.

In the teahouse and inn, news of this battle was everywhere, detonating the circle of friends of the Jianghu people.

"The title of Ruthless Sword is not enough to reflect his prestige. Since Ximen Chuuxue is the God of Swords and Ye Gucheng is the Immortal of Swords, I think Hao Jian should be called the Sage of the Cheap, the Saint of the Sword, and the Most Holy of the Cheap! "In the restaurant, Lu Xiaofeng said to Hua Manlou and Sikong Zaixing beside him.

Hua Manlou nodded slightly, "That's apt! Cheap Saint? Sword Master! Hahahahaha..."

Henceforth, the name of "Sword Master" spread completely from Lu Xiaofeng's mouth, and quickly gained the approval of martial arts!
At this time, Hao Jian had already left Xue Bing for a while, and followed the honest monk on the big ship going to sea, and went to the overseas mysterious organization "Invisible Man" together.

After the Battle of Zijin Mountain, Hao Jian had already been notified by the system that the task of "No.

Logically speaking, there is no need for him to go overseas to meet the little old man...

But Hao Jian still wants to meet, after all, this is indeed a strange person in the ancient world!

In addition to his unfathomable martial arts, he also has other wonderful abilities. For example, he can read other people's minds at a glance, is proficient in astronomy and geography, and can even predict the direction of storms and tides at sea, so that he can use the mighty power of heaven and earth for his own use...

In terms of aptitude and comprehension alone, he is definitely not inferior to Huang Chang!

Such a character, even if it is not because of the level of martial arts, he should meet...

When the sea trip was boring, Hao Jian was sitting alone in the cabin, ready to open his... blind box!
Will there be... a monthly pass?
……

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