In front of the Shaolin Gate, Zhou Zhiruo relied on her own strength to defeat the formation of the Eighteen Shaolin Bronze Men, shocking the powerful!

Even the eminent monks of Shaolin had to avoid his sharp influence and invite everyone into the Shaolin Temple.

"Hmph, I want to see what kind of power you have in Shaolin Temple."

Zhou Zhiruo nodded indifferently, and then stepped into the Shaolin Temple. At the same time, behind her, forces led by Emei, Wudang, and the Beggar Clan also followed.

For a time, the entire Shaolin was filled with people. Under the leadership of Abbot Kongwen, they arrived in front of a main hall of the Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, Emei, Wudang and other major sects stopped, because in front of the main hall, in an empty martial arts training ground, there were densely packed bald heads, with hundreds of people.

Each monk stood upright, holding a long stick in his hand, and formed a vague formation into a huge formation.

"Abbot Kongwen, is this what your Shaolin Temple relies on?" Zhou Zhiruo stood at the front and said coldly, her tone full of sarcasm.

Previously they had broken a Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Man Formation, but now this group of monks had devised a larger formation. It was clear that they wanted to engage in a war of attrition.

"Amitabha, Master Zhou is so aggressive that he is forcing me, Shaolin, and we are helpless. If Master Zhou is willing to calm down and have peace talks, we will welcome him."

Hearing this, Kong Wen heard that the corner of Abbot's mouth twitched slightly, and he also heard Zhou Zhiruo's sarcasm.

But now he has no choice. Today, Emei, Wudang, Beggar Clan and other big sects are not doing well, and they also bring many forces from the world to swarm here.

If Shaolin retreats again and again, its thousand-year reputation will be ruined. Even if the situation is bad, they will still show the power of Shaolin.

"Very good, I will take this. The disciples of Emei will obey the order and fetch my Yitian Sword."

Zhou Zhiruo nodded and suddenly shouted. Behind her, among the Emei disciples, Yang Buhui stepped forward and respectfully presented a peerless magic weapon.

It’s the Yitian Sword!

After Lin Hao cracked the secret of slaying the dragon and relying on the sky, he left these two magic weapons in Emei, and they were eventually recast by Zhou Zhiruo, making them even more powerful than before.

Today, if the Shaolin Temple wants to bring down Emei with this kind of wheel-and-wheel battle, then she will not hold back at all. When Yi Tian comes out, who can compete with him!

"Sister Zhiruo, the two of us were also trained and mentored by Brother Lin back then. Although we did not have formal master-disciple status, we were still half of his disciples."

"Today's second game, you don't need to take action, just leave it to me and Junior Brother Wuji."

Just as Zhou Zhiruo was holding the Yitian Sword and stepping forward, Song Qingshu stood up and spoke.

Today, all the heroes gathered in Shaolin, and Emei had already won the first battle with his own hands. Song Qingshu naturally did not want to be treated like a bastard, and he also knew that Lin Hao had returned to the world.

Naturally, I tried my best to show off at this time. If Zhou Zhiruo was really injured by the Shaolin gang, neither Wudang nor the Beggar Clan could bear this responsibility!

"Yes, what Song Shaoxia said is absolutely true. Shaolin wants to win with more. Naturally, we will not agree. If Master Zhou has something to do, just ask. Even though our Beggar Gang is weak, we will do our best to help you.

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At this time, two big bosses in the Beggar Clan camp, Chen Youliang and Yan Shifu, also came forward to support Zhou Zhiruo.

Their thoughts were the same as Song Qingshu's. They came here to help Emei with all their strength today, just to help Emei and completely defeat Shaolin.

As one of Lin Hao's confidants, Chen Youliang and Yan Shifu knew deeply that their master valued Zhou Zhiruo and would never let her make any mistakes.

"Gang Leader Yan, you are being serious. I, Shaolin, don't mean that." After hearing Chen Youliang's words, Abbot Kong Wen and all the Shaolin monks' mouths twitched, and the Beggar Clan was weakened?

Chen Youliang really dared to say it. Today, the Beggar Gang is at its peak. Although it is not as powerful as Emei in terms of political power, in terms of overall deterrence, the Beggar Gang is stronger.

And this is not just for Jianghu, but also for the whole world.

There is also the mysterious and weird evil-destroying guard that makes people frightened. Even Emperor Yuan was deeply afraid of him.

No matter how strong Shaolin is, can they be stronger than the imperial court?

Chen Youliang smiled disdainfully at Abbot Kongwen's words. It was a foregone conclusion that Shaolin would be destroyed today, so he didn't bother to speak.

"Okay, I'll just follow what you two said." At the front, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes flickered. After a moment, she nodded slightly and agreed with Song Qingshu's words.

Over the years, the four major forces of Emei, Wudang, Beggar Clan, and Mingjiao have always been in the same spirit and helped each other because of their relationship with Lin Hao.

Today, Emei has shown her talents, and it is hard for her to reject Wudang again.

Moreover, she knew that deep in the Shaolin, there were still three powerful Sandu Holy Monks, so she naturally had to recharge her batteries and prepare for the final battle.

"Haha, let's take action. Let me, Wudang, see your Shaolin inheritance formation." On the martial arts training ground, Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji walked out side by side.

In this battle, the two of them will join forces to fight against the enemy. Although the opponent has a large number of people, they are not afraid at all.

"Set up the formation!" The hundreds of stick monks in front shouted with solemn expressions.

Immediately, groups of stick monk formations gathered together and surrounded Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu in a special formation.

"Interesting, I want to see how powerful your so-called wheel formation is."

Seeing this scene, Song Qingshu snorted coldly, and the Tiancan Zhenqi exploded instantly. His whole body was like a bolt of lightning, and he launched a fierce attack.

Zhang Wuji also took action on the other side. He had mastered the Nine Yang Divine Art, which was astonishingly powerful and powerful. He raised his fist and struck at another corner of the square.

Bang bang bang! A war broke out. Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji fought with hundreds of stick monks in the Shaolin Temple.

The ferocious wind and waves of energy continued to spread, stirring up large amounts of dust and sand. At this moment, in the eyes of the onlookers, it was just a vast wave of sand.

Stick shadows roared all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun, already covering Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu.

"This formation is actually much more powerful than the Eighteen Bronze Men. The attack and defense are closely linked and change rapidly. It is indeed the power of Shaolin. It is truly amazing."

Outside the court, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes flickered and she whispered.

She really underestimated the thousand-year Shaolin inheritance, but that was all. With her eyes, she could naturally see that although the Shaolin formation was powerful, it could not do anything to Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji.

The battle was still fierce and intense, and many forces outside the field were also shocked, looking at the fierce battlefield with dust flying and roaring Qi.

Whether it is Song Qingshu, Zhang Wuji, or the hundreds of stick monks in Shaolin Temple, the strength displayed between the two sides is deeply shocking.

Only in the Shaolin Temple, Abbot Kongwen and other eminent monks looked even uglier.

"I didn't expect that the two heroes of Wudang are so powerful that even such large-scale formations cannot suppress them. If this continues for a long time, I'm afraid there will be more mishaps."

The sun is blazing in the sky, and time is passing.

In front of the Shaolin Hall, a fierce battle has already entered a fierce stage.

As dust and sand swirled all over the sky, the silhouettes of monks were blasted out one after another.

After half an hour of fierce fighting, Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji finally suppressed the entire iron barrel formation in Shaolin Temple.

"Hehe, the so-called Shaolin inheritance formation is nothing more than that." Tian Can's legs swept across and knocked away the four stick monks in front of him. Song Qingshu's smile became even colder.

Originally, if he had to deal with this formation by himself, it would probably take a lot of effort to break through the formation.

Now that he has joined forces with Zhang Wuji, the effect will naturally be doubled.

When it comes to attacks, his Tiancan magic skills are extremely sharp, and his moves are ruthless and hard to guard against. Even if the formations of hundreds of stick monks are mysterious and they work together to resist, it will be very difficult.

When it comes to defense, Zhang Wuji has achieved great success in the Nine Yangs, and his internal strength is endless. Integrated with the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, his body's defense is so strong that it can be called an excellent human shield.

The two of them attack and defend, and they can suppress them even if they are facing a master-level expert.

Boom! When a loophole appeared in the formation of hundreds of stick monks, Song Qingshu attacked forcefully, using the Tiancan leg technique to its extreme, as fast as lightning.

In just a few breaths, the entire formation was forcefully broken open by him.

Dozens of stick monks were thrown away in a panic, coughing up blood. They were obviously seriously injured.

"Abbot Kong Wen, you are defeated in this battle." The figures flashed, and Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji floated out of the battle circle.

At this time, behind them, a bunch of stick monks fell to the ground, vomiting blood, and no one could stand up.

"Song Qingshu, in the competition, until the point is reached, you...you actually do this cruelly?"

Looking at the Shaolin stick monk disciples who were wailing and moaning in the martial arts training ground, Abbot Kong Wen and other senior monks had pale faces and gnashed teeth.

This time, their Shaolin Temple really suffered a big loss. Hundreds of elite disciples were defeated in an instant by Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji. They were defeated like fallen leaves by the autumn wind.

And looking at their appearance at this moment, they are obviously seriously injured and no longer able to fight!

"Abbot Kong Wen, what you said is wrong. In a competition, fists and feet have no eyes. If I don't try my best, how can I resist the siege of hundreds of Shaolin formations?"

Song Qingshu smiled contemptuously, Wudang and Shaolin have never dealt with each other and have been grudges for a long time.

Master Zhang, the Seven Heroes, etc. may be patient and consider the overall situation, but he, Song Qingshu, will not!

Now that he has decided to take action this time, he will go all out and completely defeat Shaolin in one go. This is in line with his behavior. At the same time, he also wants to use this as a gift to draw closer to the relationship between himself and the Demon Lord Lin Hao.

"Haha, that's right. Fighting in a battle has always been a matter of life and death. Since you take action, you must go all out. Qingshu, it seems that you have really grown a lot in these years." Abbot Dangkongwen had an angry look on his face, but he still wanted to

When to say something.

From the outer gate of Shaolin, a clear laughter rang out, making everyone look stunned.

Only in the Emei camp, Zhou Zhiruo's delicate body trembled, a touch of ecstasy instantly appeared in her beautiful eyes, and she suddenly turned around and looked in the direction behind her.

The same is true for a handful of people including Yan Shifu, Chen Youliang, and Wudang Song Qingshu.

Because they already know who it is!

"This voice is... Demon... Demon King Lin Hao!" Compared to the ecstasy of Zhou Zhiruo and others, the Shaolin camp, Abbot Kong Wen and others turned pale, and their whole bodies began to tremble.

They never expected that at this critical juncture, even this terrifying evil star would come to Shaolin in person!

"That's really... the Demon Lord has arrived in person!" After a moment, under the gaze of Zhu Qiang, a figure in white stepped in, followed by a large group of figures behind him, who were Lin Hao and the Ming Cult members.

Experts included!
To be continued...