Chapter 365: Eighteen Arhats Formation
Qu Feiyan started to point his fingers and told one by one all the despicable, shameless, dirty, bloody and dirty things the Songshan Sect had done.
Among them, the highlights include the Hengshan faction Liu Zhengfeng’s family was brutally wiped out, Yu Ji was hunted down by the Thirteen Taibo, and Zuo Lengchan’s win over the black and white gangs caused countless tragedies...
One after another, one after another, shocking and terrifying!
Qu Feiyan's voice was crisp, but he spoke very fast.
She has a clear mind, is well organized, and speaks clearly, making it impossible to argue.
Master Fang Zheng was speechless and ashamed by what she said.
But obviously, he is also a determined person, and he will not veto his own judgment just because of Qu Feiyan's few words:
"Little witch, no matter how outrageous you say, it can't change the fact that you are a witch from the Demon Cult. The same thing."
He looked at Ding Ling and pointed at the direction of the Songshan Sect:
"It can't change the fact that Ding Ling, you slaughtered countless elite disciples of the Songshan Sect and almost wiped out the Songshan Sect!"
He started to change his name from Ding Daxia to Ding Ling.
It can be seen that after Master Fang Zheng was angered by Qu Feiyan, he was also upset and no longer calm.
He looked at Ding Ling with bright eyes:
"Ding Ling, what do you think? Are you going to make enemies of the entire world? Or are you going to stay with me in Shaolin Temple and be a free man with no worries or worries?"
"You bald ass!"
Qu Feiyan was anxious, fearing that Ding Ling would agree, so he couldn't help but look at Ding Ling and called "Brother Ding".
Ding Ling gave her a reassuring look, took two steps forward with the drum, urn and golden hammer in hand, glanced at all the monks, and finally his eyes fell on Master Fang Zheng:
"I have no intention of being an enemy of the entire world. I also believe that the majority of people in this world are rational and neutral. If someone really comes to trouble me, I'm not afraid."
Ding Ling paused and smiled. Wind and waves suddenly appeared out of thin air at the spot, making Ding Ling's clothes rustle. He stood on the spot, facing the mountains, his aura was deep, and he showed his master's bearing.
His voice was very calm, yet full of iron blood and sonority:
"If the entire world really wants to be my enemy, I would like to see who is going to be the leader."
He looked at Master Fang Zheng, his eyes were dark and deep, like two deep pools with no bottom:
"Is it you?"
Ding Ling looked at Master Fang Zheng and sweat broke out on his back. It was as if he had just been watched and overlooked by an ancient ferocious beast. The strong sense of oppression made him suffocate for a while.
His heart was shaken secretly, but the thoughts in his heart became more determined. He put his palms together and said solemnly:
"Amitabha, you are so good! The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will? If Donor Ding is stubborn and insists on his own way, we in Shaolin Temple will have to be the leader."
His expression was solemn and his appearance was solemn:
"Even if the abbot of Shaolin Temple dies and passes away here today, we must let the world see our Shaolin Temple's determination to protect orthodoxy and righteousness, which must not be violated!"
"Hahaha……"
Ding Ling laughed three times, his eyes like lightning, scanning the whole place:
"Master Fang Zheng is such an eloquent man. You can talk about life and death. I won't talk nonsense to you. Do you want to fight? Okay!"
Ding Ling walked forward carrying the drum, urn and golden hammer:
"I'll accompany you!"
"Set up a formation!"
Master Fang Zheng's scalp was numb when he saw it, and he couldn't help shouting angrily.
boom!
Clang, clang, clang!
A total of eighteen golden Arhats who looked like they were covered in gold paint rushed out from behind Master Fang Zheng!
Each of them was holding an iron rod, and with the sound of shouts, they formed a perfect formation that stretched endlessly and circulated continuously.
"Donor Ding, do you dare to try the power of my Shaolin Temple's Eighteen Arhat Formation?"
Master Fang Zheng retreated to the rear and said loudly.
"Just about to give it a try."
Ding Ling let out a long roar that was heard for nine days, making Master Fang Zheng and his party's eardrums buzz, and their expressions changed drastically.
Qu Feiyan and his group were all happy, and Qu Feiyan was even more happy, thinking:
"Brother Ding's voice is getting louder and more powerful. Is this an improvement in his skills? Okay, now let's see how these bald donkeys can resist!"
boom!
Wind blew under Ding Ling's feet, and the muffled thunder echoed through the sky. In the next moment, Ding Ling had arrived in front of the Eighteen Arhat Formation like the wind. As they prepared for the formation, Ding Ling raised the drum, urn, and golden hammer, activating the Nine Heavens Thunder Hammer Technique and the Breathing Technique. The energy and pure Yang Zhenqi circulate rapidly and then merge and inject into the Nine Heavens Thunder Hammer Technique, making the Nine Heavens Thunder Hammer Technique even more domineering and arrogant.
Boom!
Before the hammer fell, the drum-beating-urn golden hammer driven by the Nine Heavens Thunder Hammer Technique made a rumbling and muffled thunderous sound.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically.
The Eighteen Arhats are all as strong as enemies!
"Ha ha……"
Ding Ling smiled long, showing his uninhibitedness and wildness. He leapt into the air, and with a drum, a golden hammer, he smashed down crazily, boom boom boom!
There seemed to be countless invisible phantom giant hammers manifesting in the void. They were so densely packed that it was impossible to see the exact number. Not only that, these hammer shadows were also extremely fast. One second they were still in the air, and the next second they were already smashing. He landed at the entrance of the Eighteen Arhat Formation.
"Block!"
The Eighteen Arhat roared.
Everyone pulled out their own tricks.
"Ape stick method!"
An Arhat was as dexterous as an ape, with a long stick that could be stretched and retracted as he pleased. With a clanking sound, he struck heavily at the drum, urn, and golden hammer of Tianque.
"Mountain Splitting Stick Technique!"
An Arhat took a long breath, shouted loudly, and used a long stick to move vigorously, as if he was using the axe method to split the mountain. He smashed the mountain with one stick, as if he was going to split the mountain into pieces.
"Small Plum Blossom Stick Method!"
An Arhat's long stick pointed out countless stick shadows.
"Panlong Stick Method!"
An Arhat's long stick was like a coiled dragon ascending to the sky, domineering and unstoppable.
"Wolf Tooth Stick Method!"
"Six-in-one Stick Method!"
...
Eighteen Arhats, eighteen different stick methods, each of which has been cultivated to the perfect state of instinct, and then combined with the Eighteen Arhats formation!
Condensing the power of the Eighteen Arhats into one.
The stick method power that was used together seemed to condense into a huge stick in the air, as if it could poke a hole in the sky!
Such an array.
Rare in the world.
Enough to easily crush a powerful enemy.
Qu Feiyan and his group looked slightly changed, a little worried.
Master Fang Zheng heaved a sigh of relief, and was secretly looking forward to it.
Boom!
Ding Ling's invisible phantom hammer had already collided with the power of the stick technique, rumbling! Once the two sides started fighting, they entered a white-hot battle state!
Looking outside the scene.
Only the shadows of the stick and hammer could be seen, the sand and dust were rolling, and the grass was flying in all directions. For a moment, it was difficult to see clearly what the people inside were like.
