Kunlun has a sword

Chapter 140
Many of these great monks have just graduated from the teacher, or have been staying in the monastery to be frozen.

I have never seen such a battle before, the surrounding mountains are full of mountains and plains, densely packed, and the ghost knows how many people are watching.Coupled with the pressure of facing first-class masters.

Some people have a little cramp in their calves.Some gritted their teeth and tried to calm down.Some gripped their weapons anxiously, veins popping up in their hands.

Hundreds of people and images, a tense atmosphere permeated.

"Amitabha Buddha. All appearances are illusory. If you see that all appearances are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata."

Huidong's gentle and deep voice gradually spread out, gradually calming down the restlessness around him.

The monks woke up like a dream, and realized that their emotions were wrong, and they all recited scriptures silently to calm their minds.

Huidong was not in a hurry, and stood calmly, reciting Buddhist scriptures.

About ten minutes passed.

Huidong's eyes suddenly opened.

"Get up!"

The monks seemed to have been well-trained, and with one order, the formation was established.

There were only one hundred and eight monks, and nine of them formed a small formation with the swastika.Twelve small formations with four inside and eight outside formed a large swastika formation.

Wang Qing and Xue Lei looked at each other with surprise.

One hundred and eight great arhat formations, Huidong actually has such an ability.

The biggest difference between martial arts formations and military formations lies in the threshold.

There is basically no requirement for the number of people in the military formation, the more the better.The difference is that the commander's ability and the soldier's training level determine the power.

However, martial arts formations have extremely strict requirements on the number of people. For each additional person, the pressure on the opposing team will increase exponentially.So for martial arts formations, those who know how to do it can also analyze the subtlety.For those who don't know how to do it, the simplest and rude way is to check the number of people. The more people, the better.

Both Wang Qing and Xue Lei are knowledgeable people.A Qimen Dunjia entry, a military formation master.It is easy to tell that this formation is extremely complete.

This Huidong really shouldn't be underestimated.

Huidong shook the long stick in his hand, and golden light came out from the monks.Bound by Huidong's formation, they are linked together.

"Enter."

Huidong pointed with a stick, and the swastika-shaped team slowly rotated as they advanced.

The golden swastika swirls like a blooming euphyllum.

Finally, the front end of the formation stepped into the warning range of the boss.

Mr. Liu, who had been standing still like a sculpture, suddenly moved.

This movement really complied with that sentence, as quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit.

At a distance of 50 meters, when Mr. Liu appeared in front of the monk, the figure standing still behind him gradually faded away.

He was so fast that no one could see how he crossed over.

Wang Qing's heart skipped a beat, to a certain extent is also strength.It seems that I think Mr. Liu is easy to deal with is a bit arbitrary.

Mr. Liu casually took out a folding fan.

Folding fans are very common, with bamboo as the bone and white paper as the surface.One side left the name Mr. Liu, and the other side was blank.

Folding fans are very famous, and people in the Jianghu call them Gongzi fans.Whenever Mr. Liu steals treasures, he will leave a handle with words of thanks written on the blank side.The loser of Qi can produce smoke from the seven orifices.

Mr. Liu lightly waved the paper fan, the wind suddenly picked up, and the wind blades flew.

Mr. Liu cultivated Feng Yi.But it's no wonder that there are very few people who practice lightness kung fu who don't practice Fengyi.

The first group of monks was instantly overwhelmed by the wind blade.

"King Kong, King Kong."

Huidong mobilized his formation, and the surging golden light rushed towards the beaten team.

This team of monks also started the Vajra Arhat Body one after another.

A phantom of an arhat shining with golden light suddenly enveloped the team.

The dense wind blades hit Luo Hanjin.

It was obviously all illusory things, but there was a clanging sound of gold and stone.

The formation turns.

The team that had just been hit turned to the rear to adjust their breath, and the new team greeted Mr. Liu.

As expected, the avatar boss had limited AI, and instead of chasing him, he stood in place, waving another group of wind blades.

It was another round of Luohan Xuying and Fengren recklessly fighting.

Huidong keenly noticed that the boss's IQ was limited and his pattern was single, so he was not in a hurry to attack.

Directing the formation to circulate, only defending but not attacking, silently testing the stats and routines of the boss.

The situation fell into a deadlock for a while.

The offense and defense lasted for several rounds.

But I feel that the monks only defend but not attack, and they are not threatening.Mr. Liu didn't have any decent tricks from the beginning to the end, he just waved his hand casually to bring up the wind blade all over the sky.

But just such a casual move, coupled with first-class strength of true energy, and the almost unlimited stock of spiritual energy of the boss, gave people a deep sense of despair.

Wang Qing and the others are very sure now that the pressure of the boss' artistic conception is very small.Although the formation has a certain ability to weaken the coercion, it is by no means a normal performance to see Huidong operating the formation so smoothly.

Tried several rounds, but did not try out new tricks.

Huidong changed his tactics.

Dazhen took a step forward.

The team facing the boss at the same time became two.

Mr. Liu was stimulated, and his moves changed.

He waved his folding fan violently.

A whirlwind with the thickness of a bowl flew out from the front of the fan.

Absorbed and coerced hundreds of wind blades along the way and collided with the phantom of the monk's Arhat.

Different from the wind blade's scattered attack, this attack is more solid and concentrated.

As soon as Pu made contact, there was a slight sound of glass shattering.

Cracks appeared on the chest of Arhat's golden body, and gradually spread to the whole body.

"Fudo King Kong, King Ming subdues demons."

The light in Huidong's eyes flickered, and he hurriedly mobilized his formation, and the golden light quickly repaired the cracks.

More golden light poured into another group of monks who were not attacked.

A Buddha statue is gradually condensed, which is different from the solemn and benevolent Arhat statue.This phantom frowns and stares, with bristling hair, bared teeth, three heads and six arms, not like a Buddha, but better than a Shura.

King Ming Xuying waved his upper right arm, and the Demon Subduing Pestle he held shot out.

The Demon Subduing Pestle turned into a golden light and hit Young Master Liu, sending it flying more than 30 meters.

The surrounding melon-eating crowd involuntarily let out an exclamation, followed by deafening applause.

However, a few people had ugly faces and sighed secretly.

Huidong is one of the people with a bad face.Hastily changed the formation and changed to a new team to face the boss.

Wang Qing and Xue Lei didn't look good either.They clearly saw that Mr. Liu was not knocked away by the subduing pestle at all, but was carried away by the wind brought by the subduing pestle.

The subduing magic pestle never touched Young Master Liu at all.

This kind of control over the wind is terrifying.The wind follows the mind, the body moves with the wind, and the sword and ax do not touch the body.

It's not easy.

If you can't cause effective damage to the BOSS, the confrontation will lose its meaning.

Although the player can take medicine to supplement consumption, but no matter how rich the Shaolin heritage is, it is impossible to compare the consumption with the fragments of the Shanhe Sheji map.

After being hit by this, the boss seemed to realize the danger, and the attack mode changed again.

The folding fan closed, and a three-foot-long cyan wind blade extended out, like a machete.

Mr. Liu stomped his feet lightly, brought up a series of phantoms, and flew towards the nearest monk.

Mr. Liu finally got serious, with his body and mind, he looked like a ghost.

(End of this chapter)