The skill is broken, I am stronger

Zhang Wuji's eyes were red: "Miaodi bald donkey, you destroy my Mingjiao, and you dare to send people to Wudang Mountain to scavenge, today you will destroy Southern Shaolin!"

At this time, there must be no masters in Nan Shaolin. Zen Master Miaodi is injured, even if he is not injured, he is only the peak of the great master, and he is definitely not his opponent.

He is not afraid when other people come, he wants to destroy Nan Shaolin, to avenge Mingjiao's brothers, his adoptive father, grandfather and other relatives!

"Amitabha. Zhang Wuji, if you put down the butcher's knife now, I can make the decision to spare your life and stop embarrassing Wudang Mountain."

"If you are still obsessed with your obsession and feel that you can play wild in my Southern Shaolin, just try."

Zhang Wuji came alone, without even bringing the Dragon Slaying Saber, Zen Master Miaodi heaved a sigh of relief.

Don't look at him, it seems that all the masters from Southern Shaolin have gone to Wudang Mountain, but among the people left behind, there are still masters, enough to trap Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji slashed down with a sword: "Then I'll try!"

Zen Master Miaodi shot out the Buddhist beads in his hand as a hidden weapon, stepped back quickly, and shouted: "Where are the eighteen bronze men!"

As soon as the words were finished, eighteen monks dressed in bright yellow monk clothes descended from the sky, each holding a long stick in their hands, and surrounded Zhang Wuji.

"drink!"

Eighteen monks shouted loudly at the same time, their robes exploded, and their skin was the color of brass.

Zhang Wuji squinted his eyes: "This is the world-famous Eighteen Bronze Man Formation? But they are all just peak masters, and they want to trap me?"

As long as it is not the peak of the eighteen great masters, he is not afraid at all.

But in an instant, his face changed.

What's going on, why does he feel that the breath of eighteen people seems to be connected together, like one person.

And everyone's breath seems to have increased eighteen times, comparable to the realm of heaven and man!

Zen Master Miaodi looked at Zhang Wuji with a smile: "Are you still surrendering? Put down the dragon-slaying knife and seal your own meridian, you can live. Otherwise, you will be beaten to death today, and your Mingjiao will be completely wiped out."

Zhang Wuji slashed at the closest monk with his sword, but the opponent easily blocked it with the stick in his hand. A counter-shock force made his face change drastically, and he couldn't cut off a single stick!

No, that stick is definitely not ordinary, it must be made of special materials.

Coupled with the cover of the monk's true energy, it became indestructible.

He didn't believe it anymore, he would be trapped by these eighteen stick monks!

Zen Master Miaodi laughed loudly: "Zhang Wuji, don't struggle anymore, the Eighteen Bronze Figures can hold back even if they are in the realm of heaven and man."

"The Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Men cultivated a very special technique, combining the advantages of golden bell jars, iron cloth shirts, boy skills, and indestructible bodies, supplemented by medicinal soup and copper juice, to make their skin invulnerable , and the muscles and bones are far superior to ordinary people. My background in Southern Shaolin is not comparable to that in Northern Shaolin."

Zhang Wuji didn't say a word, and continued to walk in the formation, swinging his sword continuously, and consumed a lot of his true energy, but he couldn't cause any damage to the eighteen bronze men.

On the roof, the four people were sitting there at this moment, watching the fight in the courtyard, but no one felt their aura at all.

Yin Kui looked shocked: "Your envoy, the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin seem to be weird. They are only eighteen peak masters who have practiced horizontally. Even if their strength has improved a lot, they should not be able to trap Zhang Wuji, who is in the realm of heaven and man. I How do you feel that his strength has declined?"

Lin Lang felt it carefully. This formation can block the vitality of the surrounding world. Zhang Wuji's true energy can only be consumed, but cannot be replenished by absorbing the vitality of the surrounding world. Even his divine will has been suppressed, so it seems that his strength has declined. .

And the eighteen people are like a whole, no matter how Zhang Wuji attacks, the power will be divided into eighteen parts, so it is impossible to break through the defense of the eighteen bronze men.

But there is a flaw in this formation, or in other words, there is a flaw in the Eighteen Bronze Man's exercises, but Zhang Wuji didn't expect it.

It's too easy to break the formation, and he doesn't even need to make a move.

"Yin Kui, in fact, you can easily break this formation."

Yin Cry was stunned. Although he was confident that he was the top in the middle stage of the grand master, he could also fight in the late stage of the ordinary grand master.

But Zhang Wuji, who is in the realm of heaven and man, is trapped. Isn't it a joke that he wants to break the formation?

Lin Lang whispered something in his ear, and Yin Kui's eyes widened. It's that simple? !

Zhang Wuji rushed left and right in the formation, and his unique skills seemed to be unable to exert their power.

After finally hitting a punch from a bronze man, he was almost injured by the opponent's counter-shock.

Moreover, his zhenqi consumption could not be replenished at all, and he felt that if he was delayed for a while, he would be trapped to death in this formation.

If he had the magic dragon-slaying sword in his hand, he would be sure to break the formation with a full blow, but it was a pity that the dragon-slaying sword was lost to Lin Lang.

After being reminded by Lin Lang, he thought that he could come to Southern Shaolin to start a massacre, but he realized that he underestimated the foundation of this thousand-year-old sect.

In addition to the holy monk, there is actually such a powerful formation.

Why is it so easy for Lin Lang to destroy the Northern Shaolin, but it is so difficult to destroy the Southern Shaolin here? ..

But suddenly, he found that the Eighteen Bronze Man's formation seemed to be slowing down. What's going on, has the Eighteen Bronze Man's true energy run out?

If the Eighteen Bronze Men can only persist for a while, then this formation is too ridiculous.

But judging from Chan Master Miaodi's attitude just now, it shouldn't be like this.

Zen Master Miaodi also noticed something was wrong, why did the Eighteenth Bronze Man seem to lose his strength? Was Zhang Wuji's attack so powerful?

No, it's poison!

Zhang Wuji, a super expert in the realm of heaven and man, actually uses poison?

But when it was used, they didn't find out at all.

"Hurry up and kill Zhang Wuji, don't hold back." Zen Master Miaodi shouted, it seems that it is impossible to catch Zhang Wuji this time, but killing him is the same.

Zhang Wuji suddenly heard a familiar voice: "The Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin are invulnerable to swords and guns, and their skin is indestructible, but are their internal organs also so strong?"

Zhang Wuji's eyes lit up, he swung a stick with his sword, and punched a bronze figure in the chest with his left hand.

A terrifying force penetrated into the body of the bronze man, and this force exploded in his body with seven characteristics.

Puff~~~

The bronze man fell limply to the ground.

The Eighteen Bronze Man Formation was broken.

Zhang Wuji's face was ferocious: "Miaodi Bald Donkey, I see who else in Southern Shaolin can stop me this time!"

"die!"

Lin Lang on the roof looked at Jiang Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu, you three look at those monks for a while, don't let them go the wrong way and run outside the temple, they have to throw their heads and shed their blood to protect the temple." OK."

"Advise them not to be afraid of death, fight with Zhang Wuji, the worst is to go to see the Buddha."

Didn't the people from South Shaolin intercept him halfway before?This account should also be settled.

Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a monthly ticket

Chapter 328 Collecting all 72 Shaolin stunts

When Zhang Wuji broke the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation, Zen Master Miaodi rushed over.

But he added seventeen bronze figures, and he couldn't form a formation at all, but it also affected the cooperation of the seventeen bronze figures.

Especially those bronze men were poisoned. Although they didn't completely lose their ability to fight, no one could stop Zhang Wuji's sword.

Zen Master Miaodi roared angrily: "Zhang Wuji, if you dare to commit crimes again in my Southern Shaolin today, my Southern Shaolin holy monk will surely destroy Mingjiao and Wudang Mountain!"

Zhang Wuji slapped Zen Master Miaodi on the chest: "Because of you South Shaolin, my Ming religion is gone, and the holy fire has been extinguished."

"Pacify Wudang Mountain? When I destroy you, go back and join Tai Shifu and kill all the people in Southern Shaolin, so as to comfort the spirit of my brother Mingjiao."

Zen Master Miaodi knew why Zhang Wuji was so crazy, but how was Mingjiao destroyed?They Nan Shaolin did not do this.

But he has no answer.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's horror, many monks wanted to run away.

Most of the masters in the temple were taken away by the holy monks, and even if there were a few left, they would not be as good as Zen Master Miaodi.

Although they usually said that they were willing to dedicate everything, even their lives, to Nan Shaolin, but when they felt that they were going to die, they all wanted to run away.

It's just that when they ran to the gate of the temple, they saw someone blocking there.

"You are going in the wrong direction, Zhang Wuji is behind you, go back."

Someone wanted to force a charge, but Jiang Xiaoyu easily beat them all back.

Some monks ran to the other door, only to find others running back from there.

Why are there people blocking the four doors?

Is this trying to completely trap them in the temple?

"Don't kill me, I will return to vulgarity, and I will never become a monk again."

"Zhang Wuji, I would like to join Mingjiao, please forgive me."

"Please let me go, I just joined Southern Shaolin."

"Master Zhang, hold your hand high, I don't want to die."

"Zhang Wuji, if you get someone to treat you, please forgive him, otherwise the holy monks in our temple will not let you go."

Zhang Wuji's eyes were red at this time, and his body was covered in blood: "You Nan Shaolin turned black and white, and when you slaughtered my Mingjiao brothers, why didn't you say that you are noble?"

"When you Nan Shaolin abolished my adoptive father's martial arts, crushed his throat bone, and poisoned him, why didn't you think of being forgiving and forgiving?"

Lin Lang blocked the door for a while, and then ran to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion. This time, Shaolin 72 stunts must be assembled.

After a while, I saw a familiar figure running over.

"My lord, Zhang Wuji is killing people inside, I have to escape quickly, otherwise he will definitely kill me."

Cheng Kun's face was full of horror, Zhang Wuji became more and more terrifying, he was no match at all.

Lin Lang patted Cheng Kun on the shoulder: "Do you know what to do next?"

Cheng Kun nodded: "I know. Mingjiao advocates Wuji's bloodbath to wash Southern Shaolin. Zen Master Miaodi and Eighteen Bronze Men have all gone to see the Buddha."

"The poor monk did not retreat, but because he was seriously injured and fell into a coma, he narrowly escaped with his life."

As he spoke, Cheng Kun slapped his ribs hard.

With a muffled snort, cold sweat suddenly broke out on his head.

Lin Lang looked at Cheng Kun, a person who dared to break his own ribs was definitely a ruthless person.

"Well, it depends on your performance."

Enduring the pain again, Cheng Kun took out a secret book from his bosom: "Youshi, this is a secret book that Chan Master Miaodi hid in his own meditation room. There is no Sutra Pavilion. It seems to be a magical skill learned by the holy monk."

Lin Lang took it over to take a look, and it turned out to be the Arhat's magical skill of subduing demons, which is also the highest skill of the Arhat Hall.

To be able to use the name of a divine skill, the power must not be weak.

The sweeping monk also learned this, so he has to take a good look at it, and it will be easier to clean up the sweeping monk.

"Good job, go lie down over there, Zhang Wuji won't come to this yard again."

Cheng Kun walked to the corner of the yard and lay down next to the corpse of a monk.

When Lin Lang left, he got up again, holding a fire bag in his hand, and threw it on the firewood for demolishing the house.

After a while, Jiang Xiaoyu came out carrying a package made of cassock.

"Master, I don't know why it caught fire. I think it's better for us to take these martial arts secrets back and keep them, so as not to cut off the inheritance."

"I found many Shaolin stunts that are not available in the Heimuya Kung Fu Pavilion, and we have all 72 stunts."

"Shaolin's Buddhist scripture pavilion not only has their own magic skills, but also many other sects' unique skills. Do you think I don't know if you change the name?"

Jiang Xiaoyu despises this. He has also learned martial arts from other schools, but he won't change his name and say he created it.

Lin Lang smiled: "That's right, we're just trying to protect the inheritance of martial arts."

I don't know who Jiang Xiaoyu's shameless efforts are.

Soon, Yin Kui and Yin Yekui also came back, both carrying a huge package, which contained various valuable things such as pills and bank notes.

"Okay, you all go outside and wait, I'll go and see why Zhang Wuji hasn't come out yet."

Following Zhang Wuji's breath, Lin Lang found a yard that was burning with fire, and saw Zhang Wuji kneeling on the ground, looking at the flames, muttering something.

"Burn my remnant body, blazing sacred fire. What joy is there in life, and what is the pain in death? For good and evil, only the light. Joy and sorrow, all return to dust. Pity me, the world, there are so many sorrows! Pity me, the world, there are so many sorrows! "

Turning his head, Zhang Wuji had a strong killing intent in his eyes.

"Damn it all, you all should die! Kill!"