Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

But now that his affairs were exposed, he had no choice but to lead by example to restore some of his reputation.

Suddenly, hundreds of people divided into several waves and rushed towards Jiang Weichen.

Jiang Weichen sneered and swung his sword directly, and a blood-red sword energy that made people tremble at the sight of it was slashed out.

The dozen or so people rushing in the front were instantly split in half.

The sword energy continued to sweep backwards, and another group of people fell down.

Some hesitated, but then heard someone shout, "Fight him. I don't believe his sword energy is endless."

"Kill, fight to the death, either he dies or I die."

Xuan Ci rushed forward, and taking advantage of the moment when Jiang Weichen slashed with his sword, he immediately struck Jiang Weichen from behind with a powerful 'Vajra Palm'.

clang! !

A large blood-red bell appeared, and Xuan Ci was directly injured by the recoil force.

The robes and sleeves on his arm were shattered, and his entire arm was covered in blood and flesh, having lost its fighting power.

Xuan Ci struck out with all his strength, but before he hurt the enemy, he hurt himself first.

Xuan Ji was shocked. His senior brother hit him with a palm and actually crippled him.

Among all the people present, no one has better martial arts skills than my senior brother.

Xuan Du exclaimed in shock, "Using Qi to form a golden bell defense, this is at least the tenth level of the Golden Bell Cover."

Xuan Tong also exclaimed: "Oh no! The tenth level of the Golden Bell Cover, the defense is invincible below the Grandmaster level."

Xuan Ku asked in confusion, "But shouldn't the Golden Bell Cover be a golden bell? Why is it blood-colored?"

"The demon has killed so many people that his sword energy and internal energy have turned blood red. It makes sense that the Golden Bell Cover has mutated."

Jiang Weichen stopped emitting sword energy as it consumed too much of his inner energy.

The Lingbo Weibu is performed and the acupoints in the body are activated.

Suddenly, anyone who comes within ten feet of him will lose control of their internal energy.

Jiang Weichen's two-foot sword energy emerged, and he moved swiftly and quickly and charged into the crowd.

The blows of others could not even break his own blood bell, but when he slashed with his sword, no matter what material the weapon was made of or what realm the person was at, nothing would be complete.

He took aim at Sun Dasheng, who had caused him countless troubles when he was weak, and approached him a few steps. Before Sun Dasheng could even utter a word of begging for mercy, he went to meet the King of Hell.

Quan Guanqing wanted to run, but he could not escape Jiang Weichen. He killed the besiegers with a few sword strokes and killed Quan Guanqing with one sword stroke.

"Master Quan is dead. Demon Jiang, you killed many elders of the Beggars' Sect. We will fight you to the death."

"The two heroes of the You clan are also dead. Their shields and bodies were split in half."

"Sikong Xuan of the Shennong Gang is dead."

"The three Fang brothers are dead!"

"Master Zhiguang is dead!"

"Zhao Qiansun is dead too!"

massacre!

massacre!

One-sided massacre!

Before Xuan Ci had time to heal his wounds, he saw people in the field falling down one after another.

Jiang Weichen was not hurt at all under the protection of the blood-colored bell.

Even looking at the reactions of the people around him, he was actually absorbing people's true energy and internal strength while fighting.

Before long, hundreds of warriors fell to the ground, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Xuan Ci, Xuan Ji and others watched as Jiang Weichen was like a blood demon carrying a blood-colored bell, leaving a trail of corpses wherever he went.

terror!

terror!

too scary!

Chapter 273: Bloody Battle at Shaolin (Part )

Xuan Ci said in fear, "What kind of demon are we trying to subdue?"

Xuan Ji hurriedly said, "Brother, what should we do? No one can break the demon's golden bell.

Furthermore, while fighting, he absorbs the inner energy of others. There is no solution, and the only way to break it is with even greater power."

Xuan Ci hesitated for a long time, looked at the two-foot sword in Jiang Weichen's hand, watched the heroes fall one after another, and said: "Xuan Ku, go and ask the master to come out of seclusion."

After Xuan Ci finished speaking, he looked at his fellow apprentices and said, "Brothers, I'm leaving now. You can make your own choices based on the situation."

Xuan Ji stopped him and said, "Brother, why don't you wait a little longer?"

Xuan Ci shook his head, "My sins are grave, and I must die. And now that so many of my fellow believers have died, how can I justify myself if I don't charge in and fight?

If we are in our home turf and our Shaolin remains unscathed, how can we convince the heroes of the world?"

Xuan Ji withdrew his senior brother's hand, closed his eyes, sighed, and stopped trying to stop him.

That demon is so powerful that my senior brother can't even break through his defense. If he faces him head-on, he will surely die.

Senior brother is using his death in exchange for fewer deaths in Shaolin.

Xuan Ci looked to the side and shouted, "Come, seventeen men, follow me to set up the 'Eighteen Bronze Men Formation' to deal with the demon."

Xuan Ci looked at Jiang Weichen's irresistible sword energy and knew that the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation was just a decoration.

But the Demon-Exorcism Conference was initiated by Shaolin, and with so many fellow monks dying, how could there not be casualties in Shaolin?

The death of a high-ranking abbot like himself and the death of seventeen stick monks who had been trained since childhood would be enough to silence the gossips of the people.

There was originally a formation of 108 Arhats, but it was useless to Jiang Weichen.

It still couldn't break the defense, but no one in the main formation could stop the sword energy from coming out of the other person.

If you are strong enough, numbers will no longer be an advantage.

Soon, seventeen strong monks stood behind Xuanci.

Xuan Ci took a long stick. Although his right hand was disabled, his realm was high.

Xuan Ci, holding a staff in his left hand, rushed forward with seventeen people, blocking Jiang Weichen in front and shouting, "Set up the formation, subdue the demon!!"

The eighteen people immediately moved quickly and stood in different directions.

After he stood still, he pointed the long stick in his hand directly at Jiang Weichen and shouted, "Fight!!"

Suddenly, the momentum of the eighteen people overwhelmed everyone else present.

A powerful force like an overwhelming force rushed towards Jiang Weichen, and the momentum looked extremely terrifying.

Jiang Weichen glanced at Xuan Ci. Is he planning to die?

Jiang Weichen is no longer a rookie in the martial arts world, so he naturally knows something about the Shaolin Temple's Eighteen Bronze Men Formation.

The 'Eighteen Bronze Men Formation' is said to be composed of eighteen monks, all of whom were carefully selected.

He has been practicing both internal and external defensive skills since he was young, and tempering his body with secret medicine. His body is as hard as copper and iron, and it is difficult to be injured by swords and knives.

The eighteen people seemed to be one, cooperating with each other tacitly and with a connected momentum. When facing one person, it was like facing eighteen people at the same time.

Eighteen people together can cross the border and fight.

Jiang Weichen looked at the seventeen people except Xuan Ci, and at first glance, they were all innate.

But it should be just the early stage of innateness. Shaolin’s foundation is indeed profound.

Wanting these people to deal with you is no different from committing suicide.

Even if they become invulnerable to swords and spears through training, they cannot withstand his sword energy.

Now, only the late-stage Grandmaster's Qi can resist Jiang Weichen's sword energy, but it can't be stopped.

Only people of the same realm can block it. If I use the sword energy, people of the same realm will be crushed in one fell swoop.

He now has more than 300 acupuncture points and Dantian, and the amount of true energy stored has exceeded that of a half-step grandmaster, and is almost the same as that of an early grandmaster.

Li Yuanhao's fist force was only two feet long, and his sword force was also two feet long.

Therefore, no one below the Grand Master can stop him.

Looking at the large formation set up by Xuan Ci and other eighteen people in front of him, Jiang Weichen approached and swung his sword.

Except for Xuan Ci, everyone else was cut in half before they could react.

Xuan Ci was able to react, but he chose to face death calmly.

Eighteen people were killed instantly with one sword strike, one master and seventeen innates.

The moment the eighteen people fell, the people around them suddenly stopped.

Some people looked at the sea of ​​corpses and blood on the scene and suddenly became frightened and retreated.

In a short period of time, Jiang Weichen had killed five to six hundred people, and including those killed by the previous sword energies, the total number of people killed was more than seven hundred.

Standing next to Xuan Ci and the others, Jiang Weichen started to inhale.

The true energy of eighteen people continuously flowed into Jiang Weichen's dantian.

The eight cyclones continued to absorb the true energy, and then became thicker and thicker.

There is already a pool of liquid true energy in the middle of the eight cyclones.

The cyclone in the middle is also constantly absorbing the true energy of the eight cyclones.

There was already a ball of true energy the size of a soybean in the middle.

"Northern Dark Magic Art, he's using the Northern Dark Magic Art again."

"Oh my God, someone please take this devil away!"

"Why does this kind of technique that can improve one's skills so rapidly exist?"