Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Battle of the Twenty-Four Arhats

Fang Geyin was startled for a moment, flew out, grabbed Sang Xiaoe, and ran out. Eighteen monks, at least half of them are shaking their clothes and wanting to chase after them. Tianyin said weakly: Don't chase him and show mercy. The monk crouched down again, Tianyin sighed, and rolled his dull eyes: Song Zixue was just like that back then. Tiehua said bitterly: How can Shaolin Temple allow people to come and go casually! Tieshu was still not reconciled: Let his disciples catch him and bring him back! Tie Xin said coldly: I don't think so. Tianyin also sighed, "I'm afraid there is really no need for me. Before I came, the twenty-four Dharma protectors had already set up a formation at the gate of the temple."

The eyes of Tie Hua, Tie Shu, and Tie Xin were as if they had seen Fang Geyin's corpse. The twenty-four protectors are none other than the twenty-four eminent monks under the Bodhidharma Hall, who are known as the twenty-four arhats in the world. The twenty-four arhat array is almost as famous as Shaolin Temple. If there is no big enemy in front of them, these twenty-four guardian venerables will not be easily dispatched. Dharma Hall is under the jurisdiction of Master Tianlong. Tianlong is undoubtedly an extremely proud person, his martial arts are catching up with his senior brother Tianxiang, and he doesn't take care of many things, but every time he intervenes, it must be an earth-shattering event.

Now the bell sounds slowly, like snowflakes. But murderous? The murderous intent is like an arrow! Fang Geyin grabbed Sang Xiao'e's hand and fled it almost without touching the ground. Sang Xiaoe's hands were so cold. She didn't refuse Fang Geyin's hand, she just shrank instinctively, and then let him hold it with confidence. The two of them passed one temple after another on the snowy ground. She has no sense of escape. Neither did he. In the boundless and winking snow, he actually felt a sense of happiness. He wished it would never go out, never come. So he never found the original path.

But when he found the original path and also the only retreat path, he couldn't help gasping: there were already twenty-four people in front of the mountain temple gate, they were standing silently on the snow ground, as if they had meditated generally. Together with the breath they exhaled, they seemed to be forced back. Is it murderous? Murderous aura rushed over. Twenty-four monks, the top of their heads is as bright as snow on the ground. These twenty-four Bodhidharma masters are undoubtedly the elite of Shaolin Temple. Fang Geyin let go of Sang Xiaoe's hand, and at that moment Sang Xiaoe started to feel cold again.

The twenty-four monks still did not move. Fang Geyin strode out, for Sang Xiaoe, he must fight on. The twenty-four monks didn't seem to see him coming out. Fang Geyin cleared his throat and said, "Seniors, I've strayed into Shaolin by mistake and desecrated the Holy Land. I deserve death. I only hope that I will make a wish. After sending this girl back to the Sky Gang, I will return here to be punished and be slaughtered." Never complain! The last few words were spoken with firmness, like cutting ice and snow.Sang Xiaoe's watery eyes focused on him, tears were about to fall.

The twenty-four Shaolin monks didn't even raise their heads. Fang Geyin took a step forward, and said loudly: You can kill me now, just ask for forgiveness and let this girl go back first. The twenty-four eminent monks seemed to be completely deaf. silence. The silence is like the most deafening sound, countering Fang Geyin. Fang Geyin couldn't bear it. He wanted to rush over, but stopped because of Sang Xiaoe's moving eyes, and finally he shouted loudly: I just beg you, you let her go back. Shaolin monks, the wind has not moved. Sang Xiaoe spoke suddenly, her voice was as clear as ice and snow: Don't ask them.

die we All dead. After Fang Geyin heard these words, he felt fearless. To live happily, to die without regret. No regrets, what more do you ask for? But he still wanted Sang Xiaoe to live. Frozen and snow-locked, one day, there will still be a time when the snow will melt. At that time, Sang Xiaoe would still sit on the branch, just like when I met her again, in the spring, she would sway a little again. Fang Geyin touched Fusang Xiao'e's small shoulder, and said softly: After I die, you go first. They walked a few steps, and Sang Xiaoe looked back with a sad expression on her face. Fang Geyin's heart skipped a beat when she saw this;

At this moment, among the twenty-four yellow-clothed monks, the two in front, without raising their heads, raised their hands and shot out in the air. Fang Geyin and Sang Xiao'e were seven or eight feet away from the twenty-four monks. With a wave of their hands, Fang and Sang jumped left and right, bang, bang, and the black solid temple gate behind them flew out and flew straight in. It took a long time for the main hall in the temple to collapse and collapse. Fang Geyin felt a gust of cool wind blowing over his head, and Sang Xiaoe's temples were thrown back like a waterfall. This kind of palm force almost broke their courage.

Just as they fell down, they stood up again, wanting to jump closer together, but just like the temple gate behind them, they were kicked off the bolt, flew out and scattered. They were immediately surrounded, surrounded by twelve people in a circle. The monk in yellow was walking hurriedly on the white snow, Fang Geyin was dazzled by it. But he was even more anxious, the Golden Rainbow Sword couldn't stop charging. He was red-eyed. Because he knew that Sang Xiaoe was by no means a match for those twelve people, even in a one-to-one battle, Sang Xiaoe would be in danger. He must rush out.

It's a pity he couldn't get out. This formation, no one can rush through. But after all, only twelve people surrounded Fang Geyin, half of the original number. Fang Geyin even tried to clear the way and cut the snake, open up the sky and the earth, and pour the sky and river, but he still couldn't get out. One of them rushed close and slapped Fang Geyin with the palm. At this moment, Sang Xiaoe let out an exclamation from there. Fang Geyin looked over, but the monk's clothes were shaking, so he couldn't see her. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the face of the person who slapped him was all over the face.

The man backed away in panic. Fang Geyin turned around and struck a sword, the most deadly move of Tianyu swordsmanship, with blood trailing thousands of miles. Two fingers flew out, and Fang Geyin took another slap, but he had already used the momentum to rush into the battle group. When he rushed in, Sang Xiaoe's face was as white as snow, she closed her beautiful eyes, her eyelashes were on her fair face, and she passed out. Fang Geyin supported him with one hand, his eyes were red. He didn't have time to see Sang Xiaoe's injury, but Sang Xiaoe couldn't die. Can't die can't die can't die! Fang Geyin let out a mournful cry, and twenty-four monks spun around him. The combination of this large formation is the twenty-four arhat formation, and no one can break it. But Fang Geyin risked his life, and just before the twenty-four monks were about to join together, he uttered a long cry to the sky. Among the twenty-four monks, someone was injured. What's more, Fang Geyin's eyes are red, her hair is messy, and her clothes are red. After all, the twenty-four monks are monks. Seeing such a crazy blood man, he was secretly shocked, and he actually opened a bloody path for Fang Geyin. The snow road is endless. Fang Geyin still couldn't leave. He held Sang Xiao'e in his left hand, and held a sword in his right hand, his movements were inconvenient, out of the corner of his eyes he saw the flickering of the robes of the twenty-four monks, and surrounded him from left to right. He ran desperately: can't be surrounded anymore, can't! If you are surrounded again, you can only die. It doesn't matter if he dies, Sang Xiao'e can't die! The wind roared wildly, Xue Nu flew, things around him rushed past, he only breathed a sigh of relief, and ran wildly. Swish, swish, two monks on the left and right passed him. Turning around, stretching out his hand to stop him, Fang Geyin turned around in the nick of time, and ran wildly to the side. At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly rose from behind. The palm strength of this one is still stronger than the first two slashing the temple gate. Fang Geyin lowered his head, his body was almost parallel to the ground, and embraced Sang Xiao'e, with a whoosh, a violent wave swept past the scarf. Fang Woyin did not stop at all, nor did he slow down, and the man was left behind again. At this time, there was another sound of footsteps behind him, three at first, then the man passed the other two, and then the sound of footsteps turned into fist wind. The wind of the fist is like the sound of a crossbow. Fang Geyin didn't even turn his head. He can't turn back. He can't stop. With a bang, the fist was only two inches away from hitting him, but the wind of the fist still hit his vest. Fang Geyin exhaled and raised his voice, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on himself, because he had already passed the place where the blood fell.But the road ahead is full of wind and snow. At this time, two people suddenly appeared in front of them. Fang Geyin only knew that they couldn't be stopped by them, as soon as Jin Hong swiped, he waited to force his way in, and suddenly saw that the two were not monks. The person in front, dressed in white clothes and wearing a white scarf on his forehead, was actually Xin Shenxiang. Fang Geyin's heart felt relieved, and at first he heard another female voice shout: "Give it to me!" Ye Sanniang! At this time, the three flying knives had passed over his head and hit him backwards. There were several angry shouts from behind, and one person screamed in pain. Sure enough, it was Ye Sanniang's throwing knife. Ye Sanniang shot out the throwing knife, flew over, took Sang Xiao'e, and said: Be careful!Turn around and flee. The monk shouted angrily and made a move. Xin Shenxiang followed Ye Sanniang and ran away. While releasing a hidden weapon to restrain the castration of the Twenty-Four Arhats, he threw a sentence to Fang Geyin: Hold on, we will come back! Fang Geyin's heart felt hot, and he said loudly: Leave me alone, protect Miss Sang, I'll take care of it here. At this time, the wind was blowing violently, Sanniang Ye was in the lead, after Xinshen Lane was cut off, she had disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye, Fang Ge turned around with a horizontal sword, and saw that there were still sixteen monks, the rest were either injured or stayed to take care of the wounded, or Return to the temple. The majestic buildings of Shaolin can be seen in the distance. The bell is coming in a hurry! Fang Geyin is not afraid: because he has no scruples anymore. The monks all stopped. A monk whose robe was stained with blood said angrily: It is him who killed many of us Another slightly injured monk said: Just catch him! An older monk said in a deep voice: He destroyed many sacred objects in our temple! All the monks talked a lot, they all regarded him as the chief culprit, and they didn't chase Sang Xiao'e any longer, they just wanted to surround him. Fang Geyin was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and said with a wry smile: If you break into Shaolin privately, you should be punished Before he finished speaking, five or six monks had already moved their hands. To fight back or not to fight back? Anyway, he only has less than seventy days to live, so why fight trapped beasts? But his father's revenge was not reported. And Sang Xiaoe's life and death? When he held Sang Xiao'e in his arms, although his heart was wild, the body he touched was cold. He still wants to see her again, as long as she is really okay, he can rest in peace. He was unwilling to die here inexplicably. What's more, he hasn't figured out who is the fake iron shoulder in Luoshuidu? Fang Geyin decided to resist, decided to escape. He was in a daze, the opportunity was lost, and it was too late to even dodge. In other martial arts, it is even less time to counterattack Tianyu swordsmanship fast enough, but not on the defensive. How can a sword resist seven or eight hands. Fang Geyin held his sword horizontally, as stable as Mount Tai, and looked far away, as if looking at the sea and sky. It is the line of sea and sky. The five or six monks were shocked, that seemingly ordinary and casual sword was flawless, and their fists continued to strike.It is equivalent to automatically sending the fist to the edge of the sword. They had to hold back. Fang Geyin pierced the sun with a sword and a long rainbow, and broke through a gap with a roar, no one dared to grab the edge. He ran wildly, and people behind him shouted and scolded angrily, chasing after him and attacking him one after another. The two monks have quickly approached, they undoubtedly learned lightness kung fu in Shaolin, and one of them is also a master of tiger claw kung fu. The monk grabbed it with one claw, and it whizzed like five shooting stars piercing the sky. Fang Geyin took a sharp breath, and stretched his body. The claw hissed and grabbed onto his shoulder. Fang Geyin moved forward forcefully, and a piece of flesh on his shoulder was torn off bloody. Fang Geyin was in pain, but without turning his head, he sent out the move with blood trailing thousands of miles away. The most murderous move in Tianyu's twenty-four moves. There was a miserable howl from behind, the monk's injury was by no means inferior to the injury on his shoulder. The other monk, because he wanted to support the wounded and was also afraid of Fang Geyin's sword, did not chase after him. The snow is vast, and if Fang Geyin is lucky, he still has a chance to rush out. At this moment, only the sound of chasing behind was heard. There is only a far, far away sound of clothes. Suddenly the sound of the robes intensified, and in a blink of an eye it was behind Fang Geyin. Fang Geyin still didn't look back. The sound of the robes was like a dragon soaring. I only heard four or five monks cheering behind me: "The junior brother in charge is here!" Fang Geyin was startled: Tianlong? At this time, there was a sound of a whoosh, and a monk in golden clothes had passed over his head, turned around sharply, and slapped back with his palm, the palm of which was red. Fang Geyin shot forward and couldn't dodge, so he had to take a hard slap. With a bang, the man shook away, Fang Geyin choked suddenly, and felt the world spinning. He felt his eyes darken, and thought: That's fine, anyway, Sang Xiao'e has already left. Before I could think about it, I saw the snowy day and the sky in the haze, and the sound of whistling was endless, and someone shouted joyfully: "Fall too, fall too." Then a figure in golden clothes flashed and swayed endlessly The world is so big, but there seems to be no place for others to sing. He finally passed out.