"We can't let them form an formation!" Zhao Min also reacted. It's a pity that all the Shaolin monks are masters in the temple. Although this formation is usually formed by low-level disciples in the temple, they are not so proficient, but they are good at dealing with serious injuries. Xiao Feng and Zhao Min are more than sufficient.
Zhao Min was able to dodge the surrounding attacks by virtue of her miraculous steps, but after the opponent formed an arhat formation, she found that her dodging space was getting smaller and smaller, and she was not proficient enough when she just learned to step on the sand without a trace, so she finally sprinted Before he could turn his head around, the other party took the opportunity to put Jie Dao on his neck.
Xiao Feng tried to save her, but it was a pity that he was seriously injured, he just relied on the pride in his chest to hold on, at this moment he was too busy to take care of himself.
"The surname Song, hurry up and arrest, or I will kill this demon girl and bury Senior Brother Kong Xing with her!" Kong Zhi, who was severely injured by Xiao Yuanshan's Wuxiang robbery before, came to Zhao Min's side, and shouted at Song Qingshu, who was fighting fiercely on the other side Dao, when Kong Xing was beheaded by Ah San under the command of the Ruyang Palace, it was a great shame for the whole Shaolin. Unfortunately, the other party was the princess of Mongolia, and they couldn't find a chance to take revenge.
A few years ago, everyone in the world knew that Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji seemed to be in a relationship, but these two seem to have turned against each other in recent years. According to various signs, Zhao Min and Song Qingshu have become very close again. Naturally, she is more aware of the flirtatious relationship between them than ordinary Jianghu people, and at the same time secretly despises that Zhao Min is indeed a witch of a foreign race, who is easy-going and wants to change.
Hearing Kong Zhi's words, the four people who were fighting fiercely stopped at the same time. Even a ruthless person like Xuan Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was fortunate that Zhao Min was under control, otherwise it would be really difficult to subdue Song Qingshu, thinking of the ghost-like speed of the other party just now, I still have lingering fears.
Song Qingshu glanced over there, and saw that Zhao Min was held hostage by Shaolin monks, as if he would die on the spot if he answered no.
"Before, Song has been tolerant everywhere, so as not to accidentally hurt the lives of all the masters." Song Qingshu's voice was ice-like, and a series of afterimages behind him walked towards Zhao Min.
"Don't come over!" Seeing him getting closer, Kong Zhi was a little flustered, threatening sternly.
Xuan Cheng, Xu Zhu, and Fang Zheng saw that the situation was not going well and hurriedly leaped towards Song Qingshu, but it was a pity that they could not match his speed after all.
Seeing Song Qingshu getting closer and closer, Kong Zhi's eyes suddenly flashed a trace of tragedy, and the hand clasped around Zhao Min's neck was about to be wrenched away. He was ready to sacrifice, but before he died, he had to take Zhao Min down, which was considered revenge for Kong Xing.
However, his expression changed very quickly, because he found that his hands were out of his control. You must know that although he was severely injured by the Wuxiang Jie finger, it was not difficult to twist the slender neck of a little girl, but he found that his hands Just can't move.
And what frightened him even more was not just his hands, but his whole body that he couldn't control. He couldn't move at all, and he could only watch the other party getting closer and closer.
"How is this possible?" This was Kong Zhi's last thought at this time, and then he flew out with other monks beside him like a kite with a broken string.
Xuan Cheng and the others who rushed over were shocked, and they had no time to attack Song Qingshu, so they could only hug those fellow disciples to defuse the impact, otherwise they would hit the ground or a tree, and few of them would survive.
Song Qingshu didn't even look at them at this time, but just hugged Zhao Min in his arms, gently stroking her white and delicate neck: "Are you okay?"
"It's...it's okay~" Zhao Min couldn't help but feel a little shy being held in his arms under the eyes of everyone.
Looking at the faint red mark on her neck, Song Qingshu blamed himself and said, "It's all my fault that caused me to be in such danger."
Surrounded by his masculine aura, Zhao Min couldn't help her heart beat faster, and suddenly felt that those other people around her were completely irrelevant.
At this moment, a discordant voice abruptly interrupted the charming atmosphere between the two: "Song, you dare to strike so hard!"
"Isn't this not dead?" Song Qingshu glanced at Xuan Cheng, annoyed at his interruption, and his tone was naturally not very polite.
"You!" Xuan Cheng burst into anger, all the cassocks bulged up all over his body at once, but because the cassocks were shattered by Xiao Yuanshan's long whip just now, they soon became discouraged and deflated again, this movement seemed a little funny ridiculous.
Looking at the cloth-like cassock on his body, Xuan Cheng became annoyed and said, "Song, the grievances between you and this temple over the years have been settled this time, and the demon girl surnamed Zhao, the previous revenge of Wan'an Temple, this sum I haven't settled the bill with you yet!"
Song Qingshu said sarcastically: "I, Song Qingshu, want to leave, who in this world can keep me?"
"Maybe I can't keep you, but this Princess Zhao, and Xiao Feng and others, none of them can escape." Xuan Cheng said proudly, with a different kind of confidence in his tone. After all, there are so many Shaolin masters nowadays, he naturally Have this confidence.
"Really?" Song Qingshu said sarcastically, "But why should I leave?"
Xuan Cheng was taken aback, and quickly made up his mind: "If you don't leave, then stay here with them." He had already made up his mind, although leaving Song Qingshu might cause Shaolin heavy losses, but short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. Let Song Qingshu continue to grow and become an enemy of Shaolin in the future, it is better to spend a lot of money to keep him today.
"Do you want to keep me?" Song Qingshu suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, hearing the expressions of all the monks in Shaolin, thinking that the inner strength of this guy is really terrifying!
Because of the episode just now, Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng also stopped fighting one after another, the monks of Shaolin Temple surrounded them faintly with a large array of arhats, and did not continue to attack for the time being.
"Put me aside, so as not to drag you down later." Zhao Min tugged at Song Qingshu's sleeve and whispered, just now she witnessed the scene where Song Qingshu fought four against one, and knew that if she was beside him, he would be tied up , will undoubtedly fail.
"I won't let you take any risk. It's safest to stay by my side." Song Qingshu shook his head and refused softly.
Zhao Min's heart warmed up, and she unnaturally wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, thinking that this bastard is really a master at flirting with girls, and he has moved people unconsciously...
After all, she still had reason left, and said with some worry: "But..."
"Nothing but," Song Qingshu interrupted her, and turned to Xuancheng, "Did you just say that there is no Golden Snake Conference here now, there are no weapons in the hands of heroes, and my Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect is useless? "
Xuan Cheng's heart skipped a beat, but he still felt that such a conjecture was unlikely, so he raised his head and snorted: "Not bad! What's more, we have so many masters today, and the final result will only be that many of us will be seriously injured, and you will definitely die. !"
"Amitabha!" Xuanci, Fangzheng, Xu Zhu and others shouted the Buddha's name one after another, and took a step forward, the rest of the eminent monks of the Kongzi and Xuanzi generations also set up a large array of Arhats, as long as an order is given, they will be activated Thunder strike.
Although many of them, such as Fang Zheng, felt that it was not a wise choice to live with Song Qingshu, but the matter had come to this point, and this small group of people could only obey the arrangement of the whole temple.
How terrifying is the aura of so many Lin masters combined, the coercion is overwhelming, even Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan's expressions changed drastically, and their breathing became short of breath. I didn't feel too much coercion.
"It seems that you really want to kill me." Song Qingshu sneered, and suddenly stretched out his hand and slowly raised it upwards. The surrounding air was originally suppressed by the coercion of the masters of Shaolin, but now there is no wind automatically, as if a An invisible tornado, the leaves on the ground were rolled up one after another.
"This is?" Xuanci, Xuancheng and the others looked at each other in astonishment, because they felt a terrifying aura erupting from the center of the field.
"Interrupt him!" This is the consensus of several people, Xuan Ci, Xuan Cheng, Fang Zheng, Xu Zhu rushed towards him at the same time, they don't want the other party to complete the momentum.
Each of them used their life's unique knowledge, the Great Vajra Palm, Prajna Palm, Thousand-handed Tathagata Palm, and Burning Wood Saber Technique chopped across Song Qingshu's body.
However, their palm wind blade energy disappeared without a trace within three feet of each other, as if they were destroyed in an instant. Before the four of them had time to be horrified, a warning suddenly appeared in their hearts, as if countless sharp swords were coming towards them. They come out of nowhere.
The four monks were terrified, and resorted to their best skills to resolve the immediate crisis. They retreated faster than before. When the four of them regained their footing, they found that the robes on their chests were broken, and there were even faint spots on their skin. There were traces of blood, and they couldn't help but feel shocked, and they all looked into the field.
The air around Song Qingshu seemed to be no longer air, but a crystal clear but viscous thing, but it was infinitely determined and powerful.
"What the hell is that?" Xuan Ci muttered to himself, and Xuan Cheng and others beside him were also full of doubts.
"Sword Qi!" I don't know who called out from behind, Xuan Ci and the others looked intently, and found that the air around Song Qingshu was flowing, and there were thousands of transparent swords floating in the air. Wai was slowly swimming around Song Qingshu, not only protecting his surroundings, but also looking ready to strike, as if as long as Song Qingshu had a single thought, these swords would fly out all over the sky, leaving no grass behind!
Because these sword qis were originally transparent, Xuanci and Xuancheng didn't see them at first, but as the angle of the sun changed and the sky was filled with smoke and dust, flying leaves and grass, they finally revealed themselves faintly. Outline.
"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!" Xuan Cheng gasped. He had seen Song Qingshu perform this move at the Golden Snake Conference, but at that time he was controlling the swords in the hands of the heroes in the field, and everything was real. Unexpectedly, now he can actually turn his internal energy into a sword, reproducing the shocking move back then.