Transcending evil and sanctification

Xiao Ren jumped into the air, stretched his muscular waist, shook the Frost Sword in his hand, and attacked the bronze man formation from above.

The Bronze Man Formation has a long history, so naturally it is not afraid of his aerial tactics.

Following Xiao Ren's movements, the six monks in the bronze man formation also jumped up, stepped on the shoulders of the people in front, and hit Xiao Ren with great force.

It doesn't seem to work in the air.Xiao Ren's thoughts turned, and he bent his waist backwards in an instant, and performed a perfect somersault.

The Frost Sword in his right hand quickly stabbed at a monk, and the monk naturally stepped back to protect himself.

In the open space that the monk moved out, Xiao Ren landed softly, turned around and shot back at the monk who was chasing after him.

The upper, lower, left, and right sides of the air were suppressed and surrounded, and Xiao Ren was forced to have less and less room to move in the midst of the siege.

Is this the end?

of course not.

The corner of Xiao Ren's mouth curled up, and the sharp sword in his hand pulled out a beautiful sword flower, changing his tricks!

Swing the sword!

The continuous sword shadows formed a silver mirror like a waterfall, and the sharp sword energy flew in all directions.

Raise the sword!

Xiao Ren made a difficult move that even a juggler would be ashamed of, and the gleaming bullying sword drew a rainbow-like arc.

The monks of the Tongren Formation felt the cold light of the sword in front of them, and they had to avoid the sharpness for the time being.

It became.

Xiao Ren was overjoyed, concentrated his mind, and attacked in one direction of the retreating monk.

Before, he was just trying to use basic swordsmanship, but now he used advanced swordsmanship, and the situation suddenly changed for the better.

Although advanced swordsmanship is not a complete set of sword moves, it teaches skills that are more difficult than the eleven basic sword moves.

It connects several basic sword styles together to form a set of moves.More changeable, more complex.

When the situation changed, Huang Xi clenched his fists and gave a praise, but all the monks in Shaolin Temple sighed regretfully.

Seeing that the Great Monk and Old God were smiling, Master Jian Wu stroked his beard calmly.

De Chu was not anxious, but smiled instead.

Before it was just appetizers!

He took a horse step firmly, moved his qi to his dantian, and let out a low voice.

This seemed to be a secret signal, and three people in the bronze man formation immediately gathered towards him.

These three people came towards him, and the other dozen people changed the encirclement circle around Xiao Ren to fill the positions for these four people.

Xiao Ren naturally heard this sound, and he stared at the change with fixed eyebrows.

Seeing that these four people formed a group, they actually stacked an Arhat!

Xiao Ren was startled, and before he could respond, this person waved his fist like Siamese twins and approached him.

Xiao Ren couldn't beat eight fists by himself, so he had to retreat again and again.

I rely on!Still bring this?

Xiao Ren looked in disbelief at De Chu, who were stacked on top of each other. They supported one of them, and when they changed to his side, they immediately spread out and attacked his left and right sides, and one of them went over his head and attacked his back.

Xiao Ren's eyes flashed, and he took two blows desperately, and stabbed at De Chu's vital point.

It was impossible for De Chu to exchange injuries with him, so he had to dodge.

Just through this gap, Xiao Ren broke through.

Finally, it was no longer a petty feint, and Xiao Ren began to suffer physical injuries.

He could endure the pain, and he was mentally prepared to be injured when he broke into the bronze man formation.

Although it was a friendly sparring, but martial arts sparring never avoided getting injured.

The monks of the Bronze Man Formation could not kill him, but the fists on his body still hurt.

As soon as Xiao Ren gritted his teeth, the sword in his hand became even sharper.

He unceremoniously attacked the opponent's must-save place.

Xiao Ren's sword tore through the new clothes of the monks.

The monks frowned, and then devoted themselves to the battle.

The sword qi scratched their skins, so they were all bald, or they might have lost a few strands of hair.

The battle intensified, and both sides got better and better.

Xiao Ren's state is getting better and better as the Bronze Man Formation presses on.

He began to change his moves, and different moves formed a mysterious sword style continuously in his hands.

His mind was unbelievably clear, as if he had completely grasped the situation in all directions.

Xiao Ren's condition was so bizarre that all the fighting desires of these monks who had been suppressed for decades were completely released.

Unprecedented joy, the more they fight, the happier they are, the spirit is high, and they almost don't want this battle to end.

The more he hit, the more itchy his hands became, and he wanted to punch someone with his fists.

The force he exerted was getting stronger and stronger, and as the formations worked together, he threatened Xiao Ren, a gentle siege, a sharp pressing, followed by a murderous strangling formation!

Oops~ How can you not have a full set?

What an opportunity.

In case of injury, don’t the benefactor leave? You can eat the treasure of the Shaolin Temple, Dahuandan, and Shaolin Temple welcomes you to stay for a while—cough!recuperate.

Facing the opponent's sudden murderous aura, Xiao Ren's expression changed immediately.

What's the point? !

"Hey! Seriously?!" Xiao Ren screamed and dodged a fierce fist that hit his temple.

The Bronze Man Formation is getting tighter and tighter.

Seeing that the great monk Jue raised his eyebrows, he didn't even know that he accidentally pulled off two beards.

The onlookers stared intently, Huang Xi held his breath and widened his eyes.

Master Jian Wu frowned slightly, watching the battle group carefully, planning to intervene directly if something went wrong.

Facing the menacing monks, Xiao Ren cursed secretly.

"Grandma! Don't blame me for being unrighteous!"

Xiao Ren's eyes sharpened, and the thinking acceleration mode was activated!

The internal force of the whole body is running fiercely in the meridians, and Xiao Ren is watching all the movements closely.

Time stood still, and almost no flaws were infinitely magnified in his eyes.

"Hmph!" Xiao Ren grinned grimly.

Tell you to make fun of me!

Xiao Ren shook out a sword flower, which flew up quickly.

The face of an unnamed monk slowly enlarged in front of his eyes, Xiao Ren moved quickly, and stabbed out the sharp sword like lightning.

The mental acceleration mode is off!

As if the play button was turned on again in an instant, the flow rate of the whole world became normal.

But Xiao Ren's position has changed.

The monk who was killed by him was shocked and wanted to twist his waist to dodge, but it was too late.

With a "puchi", the sharp sword penetrated his arm.

Xiao Rende was unforgiving, and kicked the monk next to him hard.

A small opening was suddenly opened in the bronze formation.

Even though it was small, it was broken.

Xiao Ren's eyes were sharp, he drew out his bullying sword, tiptoed on the kicked monk, and slipped out of the gap like a fish.

"Wow!" The young monks who worshiped Xiao Ren exclaimed.

"Hey!" The other monks lamented in frustration.

"Hahaha!" Huang Xi couldn't help laughing excitedly.

Seeing that the great monk looked at Xiao Ren in surprise, he realized that he was pulling two beards by his hands, and belatedly let out an "ouch".

Seeing that Master Wu was relieved, he hehe smiled.

"Hey hey!" Xiao Ren looked at the group of monks who couldn't believe it with a smile on his face, "I broke the formation! You lost."

"Ahhhh!"

"This is impossible!!"

"Aww! I have to pick three years' worth of field fertilizer!"

"Cough! Is it too late to abstain now?"

All the monks beat their chests and stomped their feet, they couldn't believe that this slippery boy broke out of the formation in such an instant.

De Chu snorted: "Okay! If you lose, you lose! What are you talking about, there is no need to make people laugh!"

De Chu looked at Xiao Ren, Jishou bowed and said, "Amitabha! Donor Xiao is so handsome, the monks are ashamed of themselves."

Xiao Ren smiled brightly. Since he won, he didn't care about these shameless guys any more. He said modestly: "I took advantage of it."

"Where! This is the strength of Benefactor Xiao." De Chu shook his head and said, after finishing speaking, eighteen people announced loudly in unison: "Congratulations to Benefactor Xiao for breaking through the bronze formation!"

"Hahaha!" Xiao Ren didn't expect such a thing to happen, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Congratulations, brother Xiao!" Huang Xi hugged his package and congratulated him.

"Oh~" Monk Jianjue shook his head helplessly, but still congratulated Xiao Ren.

Master Jianwu nodded at him gratified.

Although his Shaolin battle was broken, Master Jianwu and Great Monk Jianjue had different thoughts. He was just happy with the progress of the juniors in the Jianghu, and was sincerely delighted that there were successors in the righteous way of the Jianghu.

"Haha!" Xiao Ren put the Bullying Sword back into its sheath, took the package in Huang Xi's hand and put it on his back. He clasped his fists and solemnly looked at Jian Jue, Jian Wu, Huang Xi, and the monks from the Tongren Formation. Rong said: "During this period of time, Xiao Ren has been taken care of by Shaolin Temple, and this junior will never forget it. In the future, if there is a need, this junior will not hesitate to say goodbye. There is always a banquet in the world, so I will bid farewell!"

Seeing that the Great Monk Jue softened his expression, he showed a business smile, and said with a red face: "The benefactor Xiao will meet some time later, you are welcome to come to Shaolin as a guest again."

Master Jianwu Jishou said: "After going down the mountain, it is the style of my generation to hoe the strong and help the weak. I don't need to say more about Xiao Xiaoyou's character. I wish you a smooth journey."

"Brother Xiao, I wish you prosperous martial arts. Goodbye!" Huang Xi said with cupped fists.

The monks of Shaolin Temple said in unison: "Young Xia Xiao! There will be a time later!"

Xiao Ren's mind was agitated, he grinned and said: "There will be a time later!"

After that, he turned around and headed towards the plank road.

"Feng Xiaoxiao..."

Nonsence!Xiao Ren poohed to himself.

The style is wrong, never again.

Xiao Ren hummed to himself: "Walking around~~~"

He strode down the mountain.

****

Master of Meditation

Yu Wenjue stood in front of the window, frowning slightly looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Master, Hall Master Hei please see me." Jiang Zhu said in a low voice.

"Tell him to come in." Yu Wenjue turned around and said lightly.

"Yes." Jiang Zhu stepped back respectfully.

She let out a sigh of relief. Recently, the majesty of the leader has become more and more serious. Sometimes she can hardly breathe.

After clearing Xiaoshanfeng's aristocratic family, Yu Wenjue left the educational affairs to Gu Qing to complete the rectification, and he began to retreat.

The results of this retreat have been astonishing.

Maybe it's because Yu Wenjue travels around all the year round, and he hasn't had such a quiet retreat for a long time.

His savings over the years exploded again in one fell swoop, and he entered the realm at a rapid rate. He has passed the early stage of the seventh level and stabilized at the middle stage of the seventh level of Jiuming Divine Art.

After reaching the seventh or eighth level of the high-level Jiuming Divine Art, there is a complete qualitative change.

With the advancement of martial arts, the temperament of the practitioner has completely changed, which is deep, mysterious and unfathomable.

If Yu Wenjue, who was enlightened by the old master before, still had a trace of a scholarly temperament, then now he is like a magic weapon, full of unstoppable potential.

But his hands became more lustrous and white because of Nether Palm, not calloused like a pair of hands of a martial artist, but rather like a pampered aristocrat.

Yu Wenjue has been upset recently because of these hands.

This doesn't look like the hands of a quack.

Although he knew that there would be such a change when his master was on the seventh floor, but when it was his turn, he felt full of dislike.

"If you let Ah Ren see it, you have to make fun of it." Yu Wenjue murmured.

Immediately afterwards, Heipang, the new head of the shadow hall, entered.

"Master." Heipang respectfully knelt down and saluted.

"Get up and talk." Yu Wenjue sat down on the chair.

"Yes." Heipang stood up.

This black man was absorbed from outside the church since he was a child. He has a simple background and is a trustworthy person.

Yu Wenjue has learned a lesson, and in an important position, there is no need for anyone who has doubts.

Hei Pang said: "The summary of the former spies has come out. All the bodyguard bureaus and shops of the current outer disciples of the Diancang Sect have been cleaned up by my Mingjiao. At present, the people of the Diancang Sect are in panic. The head of the Diancang Sect, Zou Tianfeng, invited several A lone hero came to sit at the mountain gate of the Diancang Sect. He issued a martial arts decree and wanted to call for responses from the martial arts sect to respond to my Ming Sect's encirclement and suppression, but unfortunately there were very few responses."

"Hmph!" Yu Wenjue sneered.

After the announcement of Yuwenjue was made that time, Wudang and Cangjian gangs all shrank the peripheral disciples, and told them not to touch their edge at this time, Mingjiao was waiting for someone to jump out and perform surgery.

Although the Wudang and Cangjian gangs don't know that the rectified Mingjiao is now accumulating strength, they also speculate from the movements of some demons that the centripetal force of Mingjiao is strong at this time, and it is not the best time to be hostile to it.

Zou Tianfeng thinks very highly of himself, and he doesn't have the popularity he imagined. If it wasn't for the news from the traitor, no one would respond to him.

This time, the reaction of many people was quite indifferent.

At this time, the Jianghu did not know that Mingjiao wanted to uproot the Diancang Sect this time.

When an orthodox sect is completely destroyed, no matter how unpopular this sect is, other sects will not sit idly by.

Unfortunately, they all thought that no matter how weak the Diancang Sect was, it was still one of the five major sects. Even if Mingjiao punished the offense of the Diancang Sect following Yu Wenjue before, they would not be too cruel to the Diancang Sect.

Who knew that Yu Wenjue really dared to wipe out one of the five sects, the Diancang sect, this time.

"Follow the plan." Yu Wenjue took out a token from his pocket and threw it at Heipang.

Heipang caught the token nimbly and took the order to leave.

A bloodthirsty light flashed in Yu Wenjue's eyes.

****

Xiao Ren didn't know that there was going to be a massacre in Jianghu soon.

He was walking along the iron chain bridge going down the mountain at this time.

This chain bridge was built by monks.

The mountain where the Shaolin Temple is located is more than 500 meters high.

There are many mountains and mountains, and they are extremely handsome.

The mountain peaks along the way are very steep, the plank road dug along the mountain wall is very narrow, and there are cliffs everywhere.

Like this iron chain bridge, although it is only tens of meters long, the deep valley between the two connected peaks cannot be seen from the bottom.

There is only one bridge between the two peaks.

If you want to go down the mountain, you can only take this road.

When he came here, Xiao Ren was a little nervous when he walked on the wooden bridge.

At this time, he was in a high mood, and he couldn't hold back his joy. Obviously, he was very happy to get the martial arts strength he wanted before.

So, he was not so afraid of this bridge anymore, Xiao Ren walked quickly on the wobbly bridge.

This bridge was built with this ancient human technology. It has been built for more than a hundred years, and many years have passed since the last repair.

Sun and rain, wind and rain, no matter how strong the wood is, it will slowly rot.

Just like the current piece, although it doesn't look too obvious on the surface, it is already on the verge of collapse, waiting to break naturally one day, or...to be stepped on by someone.

So Xiao Ren stepped on that fragile wooden board without any precaution.

"Kacha" sound of the plank breaking, Xiao Ren sank.

Xiao Ren was startled. After practicing martial arts for a period of time, he realized that he could quickly execute the orders of his brain when his consciousness moved.

At this moment, Xiao Ren took the strain almost in less than a second after the break.

With a strong hand, he yanked hard on the iron chain, and the whole person flew up and crossed a wooden bridge high.

Because he stepped in with one foot, the direction he got up was a little bit slanted.

Xiao Ren fought twice in the air, and landed on the iron chain accurately.

But before he could put his heart in his stomach.

There was a sudden gust of wind in the mountains, and the overpass began to shake violently.

That's not counting, Xiao Ren suddenly seemed to be pushed by someone, and his body tilted.

Sometimes the wind in autumn is really strong, and the wind between the two peaks is also very fast, but this gust of evil wind makes Xiao Ren feel as if the heaven is full of blood and mouth is blowing at him with malicious intentions.

Xiao Ren had nowhere to focus, he waved his limbs, screamed, and fell.

It seemed, as if, it wasn't time for him to come out.