"We can't let them form the formation!" Zhao Min also reacted. Unfortunately, the Shaolin monks were all masters of the temple. Although this formation was usually set up by the temple's low-level disciples, and they were not very familiar with it, it was more than enough to deal with the seriously injured Xiao Feng and Zhao Min.
Zhao Min could dodge the attacks around her with her magical steps, but after the opponents formed the Arhat Formation, she found that her space to dodge was getting smaller and smaller. In addition, she had just learned the Traceless Sand Steps and was not very familiar with it. Finally, she sprinted too far and did not have time to turn around. Her opponent took the opportunity to put the Buddhist Commandment Blade on her neck.
Xiao Feng tried to save her, but unfortunately, he was seriously injured and was only holding on with his heroic spirit. At this moment, he could not even take care of himself.
"The one with the surname Song, quickly surrender. Otherwise, I'll kill this demonic woman and bury her with Senior Kong Xing!" Kong Zhi, who had been seriously injured by Xiao Yuanshan's Formless Finger of Disaster, came to Zhao Min's side and shouted to Song Qingshu, who was fighting fiercely on the other side. When Kong Xing was beheaded by a Hindustani of the Ruyang Palace, it was a great shame for the whole Shaolin Temple. Unfortunately, the other party was a Mongolian princess, so they could not find a chance to take revenge.
In the past few years, people in Jianghu knew that Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji seemed to be a couple. However, in recent years, the two seemed to have become enemies. From various signs, Zhao Min and Song Qingshu seemed to be very close. As a high-level member of Shaolin Temple, Kong Zhi naturally knew more about the relationship between them than ordinary people in Jianghu. At the same time, he secretly despised Zhao Min for being a demoness of a foreign tribe, fickle and fickle.
Hearing Kong Zhi's words, the four people who were fighting stopped at the same time. Even a ruthless person like Xuan Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He felt lucky that he had controlled Zhao Min, otherwise it would have been really difficult to subdue Song Qingshu. Thinking of his ghostly speed just now, he still felt a lingering fear.
Song Qingshu looked over there and saw that Zhao Min was being held hostage by the Shaolin monks. It seemed that if he answered no, he would die on the spot.
"Previously, Song Mou had always been tolerant in all aspects, lest he accidentally hurt the Masters' lives." Song Qingshu's voice was as cold as ice. He walked toward Zhao Min, leaving a series of afterimages behind him.
"Don't come over!" Seeing that Zhang Xuan was getting closer and closer, Kong Zhi panicked a little and threatened.
Xuan Cheng, Xu Zhu, and Fang Zheng saw that the situation was bad and quickly flew towards Song Qingshu. Unfortunately, they couldn't keep up with his speed.
Seeing that Song Qingshu was getting closer and closer, Kong Zhi's eyes suddenly flashed with a tragic light, and the hand that was gripping Zhao Min's neck was about to twist. He was ready to sacrifice himself, but before he died, he wanted to take Zhao Min down with him. This could be considered as revenge for Kong Xing.
However, his expression soon changed because he found that he couldn't control his hand. Although he was seriously injured by the Formless Finger of Disaster, it was not difficult for him to twist the delicate neck of a little girl. However, he found that he couldn't move his hand.
What shocked him even more was not his hand, but his whole body. He couldn't move at all, and could only watch as the other party got closer and closer.
"How is this possible?" This was Kong Zhi's last thought at this time. Then, everything went black in front of him, and he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string along with the other monks.
Xuan Cheng and the others who rushed over were all shocked. They had no time to attack Song QingShu, so they could only grab their fellow disciples to absorb the impact. Otherwise, if they were to hit the ground or a tree, it was likely that only a few of them would survive.
At this time, Song Qingshu didn't even look at them. He just held Zhao Min in his arms and gently stroked her snow-white and delicate neck, "Are you okay?"
"I … I'm fine ~" Being held in his arms in front of everyone, even with Zhao Min's temperament, she couldn't help but feel a little shy.
Looking at the faint red mark on her neck, Song Qingshu said with self-blame, "It's all my fault, I caused you to encounter such danger."
Surrounded by his masculine aura, Zhao Min couldn't help but feel her heartbeat accelerate. Suddenly, she felt that the other people around her were completely irrelevant.
At this time, a discordant voice abruptly interrupted the charming atmosphere between the two, "Surnamed Song, you actually dared to use such a heavy hand!"
"Aren't you still alive?" Song Qingshu glanced at Xuan Cheng, angry at his interruption, so his tone was naturally not polite.
"You!" Xuan Cheng's anger exploded, and the kasaya on his body suddenly bulged. However, because the kasaya had been somewhat torn by Xiao Yuanshan's whip, it quickly deflated and deflated. This movement and stillness seemed a little comical.
Looking at the kasaya on his body that was like strips of cloth, Xuan Cheng flew into a rage out of humiliation and said, "Surnamed Song, all the grudges between you and this temple over these years have been settled this time. And surnamed Zhao, I still haven't settled the score with you for what happened in Eternal Peace Temple!"
Song Qingshu said in a sarcastic tone, "If I, Song Qingshu, want to leave, who in this world can stop me?"
"You might not be able to stay, but this Princess Zhao, Xiao Feng, and the others, none of them can escape." Xuan Cheng said proudly with his chest puffed out. There was a different kind of confidence in his tone. After all, there were many experts in Shaolin now, so he naturally had this confidence.
"Is that so?" Song Qingshu's tone was sarcastic, "But why should I leave?"
Xuan Cheng was stunned, but he quickly made up his mind, "If you don't want to leave, then stay here with them." He had already made up his mind. Although keeping Song Qingshu would probably cause Shaolin to suffer heavy losses, it was better to get the pain over with than to let Song Qingshu continue to grow and become Shaolin's enemy in the future. It was better to pay a high price to keep him here today.
"You want to keep me here?" Song Qingshu suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. Hearing this, the Shaolin monks' expressions changed, thinking that this guy's internal energy was really terrifying!
Because of the interlude just now, Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng also stopped. The Shaolin monks set up the Luohan Formation, faintly surrounding them in the center, and temporarily did not continue to attack.
"You can put me aside, so that I won't be a burden to you later." Zhao Min pulled on Song Qingshu's sleeve and whispered. She had just witnessed the scene of Song Qingshu fighting one against four. She knew that if she stayed by his side and caused him to be restrained, he would definitely lose.
"I won't let you take the slightest risk. Only staying by my side is the safest." Song Qingshu shook his head and softly refused.
Zhao Min's heart warmed, and she unnaturally wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, thinking that this bastard was really a master at flirting with girls. Unknowingly, he had moved her …
After all, she still had some rationality left. She said with some worry, "But …"
"No buts." Song Qingshu interrupted her and turned to face Xuan Cheng, "Didn't you just say that this is not like the Golden Snake Gathering? Without the weapons in the hands of the heroes, my Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Sect is also useless?"
Xuan Cheng's heart skipped a beat, but he still felt that this guess was not very likely. He raised his head and snorted, "That's right! What's more, today we have so many masters. The final result will only be that many of us will be seriously injured, and you will definitely die! "
"Amitabha!" Xuan Ci, Fang Zheng, Xu Zhu, and the others all chanted the name of Buddha and took a step forward. The rest of the Kong and Xuan generation senior monks also set up the Arhat Formation. As soon as the order was given, they would launch a thunderous attack.
Although many of them, such as Fang Zheng, felt that it was not a wise choice to fight to the death with Song Qingshu, but things had already developed to this point. This small group of people could only listen to the arrangements of the entire temple.
How terrifying was the combined aura of so many martial arts experts? The pressure covered the sky and the earth. Even Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan's expressions changed greatly, and their breathing quickened. As for Ah Zhu and Ah Zi, they had already fallen to the ground. Only Zhao Min, who was protected by Song QingShu, did not feel too much pressure.
"It seems that you really want to kill me." Song QingShu sneered and suddenly raised his hand slowly. The air around them had been suppressed by the mighty pressure of the Shaolin masters to the point that there was no wind at all. But now, it was moving even though there was no wind, as if an invisible tornado had appeared. The leaves on the ground were all swept up.
"This is?" Xuan Ci, Xuan Cheng, and the others looked at each other in shock, because they felt a terrifying momentum erupt from the center of the battlefield.
"Stop him!" This was the consensus of the few of them. Xuan Ci, Xuan Cheng, Fang Zheng, and Xu Zhu rushed over at the same time, not wanting the other party to finish accumulating power.
Each of them used their life's unique skills: Great Vajra Palm, Prajna Palm, Thousand Buddha's Palm, Wood Burning Saber Technique, and all slashed at Song Qingshu's body.
However, when their palm wind and saber Qi entered within three feet of the other party, they disappeared without a trace, as if they had been instantly destroyed. Before the four of them had time to be shocked, they suddenly felt a sense of alarm in their hearts, as if there were countless sharp swords shooting toward them.
The four monks were shocked, and they used their lifetime's unique skills to resolve the crisis in front of them. At the same time, they retreated at a faster speed. When the four of them regained their balance, they found that the robes on their chests were broken, and there were even faint traces of blood on their skin. They could not help but be shocked, and they all looked at the battlefield.
The air around Song Qingshu no longer seemed to be air, but a kind of crystal clear and viscous substance, but it was infinitely sharp and powerful.
"What is that?" Xuan Ci muttered to herself, and Xuan Cheng and the others were also puzzled.
"Sword Qi!" It was unknown who shouted, but when Xuan Ci and the others looked over, they found that the air around Song Qingshu was flowing, and there were tens of thousands of transparent swords floating in the air. These swords slowly moved around Song Qingshu's body, not only protecting him, but also ready to attack. It was as if as long as Song Qingshu willed it, these swords would fly out, leaving not even a blade of grass behind!
Because these Sword Qis were originally transparent, Xuan Ci, Xuan Cheng, and the others didn't see them at first. But as the angle of the sunlight changed, as well as the dust and leaves flying in the air, they finally faintly saw the outline of the Sword Qis.
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