Volume 16: The Sentimental Swordsman and the Ruthless Sword (Part 1) Chapter 367 Arhat Formation
Su Weiyun faced the Arhat formation set up by five monks without any hurry. He did not even draw his sword. He simply placed his left hand on the sword of immortality.
Tian Qi was holding a stick, and Long Xiaoyun was holding a gun, standing on the left and right, with the tips of the gun and the stick pointed at Su Weiyun.
They probably knew that Shaolin monks were merciful and would not easily kill people even if they defeated Su Weiyun. Therefore, the two of them had already prepared their killing weapons, waiting for the moment when Su Weiyun was defeated, and then they would attack directly to harvest the life of this "Plum Blossom Thief".
In their opinion, Su Weiyun's defeat at the hands of the Arhat Formation set up by Master Xinmei was almost a foregone conclusion.
——This is not to look down on Su Weiyun. No matter who is defeated in the Arhat formation, it will not be surprising.
The "Shaolin Arhat Formation" was originally one of the most powerful combined attack formations among all the martial arts sects in the world.
Tian Qi also shouted: "Master Xinmei, there is no need to talk about one-on-one chivalry with this kind of low-class evil rapist!"
Zhao Zhengyi said: "That's right! Since he is capable of doing such vicious and despicable things, he should have expected this day to come!"
Master Xinmei did not answer.
The four monks also did not answer.
Su Weiyun stood quietly in the center of the five people, also without saying a word.
The six people seemed to be stuck in a stalemate in the hall, and no one dared to act rashly.
Lin Xian'er quietly patted Ah Fei's shoulder and asked, "What are they doing? Why aren't they moving?"
Ah Fei said, "The five Shaolin monks are waiting for the person inside the formation to reveal a flaw, so they don't move, but use stillness to overcome movement; but...but why the person inside hasn't moved yet, I don't know."
Lin Xian'er was smart and suddenly realized, "Oh, so they are competing in concentration. But how could the young Su Weiyun be more concentrated than the Shaolin monk?"
Ah Fei said: "So if he fails later, I have to go and save him!"
Lin Xian'er stared at him in amazement and lowered her voice and asked anxiously, "Save him? Are you crazy? He is the target of public criticism now. If you save him, you will only get yourself into trouble."
"He should be saved!"
Ah Fei only said these three words and ignored Lin Xian'er.
And just at this moment, Su Weiyun actually moved.
Maybe he didn't want to move, but if a person stands there for a long time, his body will inevitably shake slightly.
But Ah Fei never expected that Su Weiyun would lose patience so quickly.
Sure enough, when Su Weiyun moved, the Shaolin monks in the four directions also moved.
Eight iron palms rose into the sky, carrying an irresistible force, and slapped down towards Su Weiyun together.
Master Xinmei raised his monk robe, stepped forward, his sleeves filled with wind, and infused with extremely strong internal strength. He stretched out his left and right hands, as if embracing a mountain, and knocked towards Su Weiyun's temple.
He modified the Shaolin "Iron Sleeves" and flexibly performed the "Double Peaks Piercing the Ears" fist move.
Using boxing skills like this would inevitably result in insufficient punching power, but using it at this moment, it just happened to fill in the gaps in the eight iron palms of the four monks, blocking all of Su Weiyun's body movements and leaving him with nowhere to hide!
Arhat subdues the devil and leaves no future troubles!
Ah Fei's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but want to draw his sword and help.
But there is a sword that is faster than him.
Sword of Immortality.
The moment the sword was drawn out of its sheath, it was as if the mountains were empty and the birds were silent, the moon rose, and the bright white light instantly filled the room.
Swish, swish, swish, swish.
The Changsheng Sword was like an immortal ascending to heaven. The sword opened in all directions, splitting the light and flashing shadows. The sword shadows suddenly met the eight iron palms of the four monks.
The four monks clearly attacked at the same time, but without exception they all felt the murderous aura of the sword coming towards them.
Of course they understood that there would definitely be some feints in Su Weiyun's swordsmanship, but who would dare to test the sharp sword with their bare hands?
The four monks restrained their palms slightly, but still struck again, just three points slower than before.
What they were waiting for was Master Xinmei's Iron Sleeves.
This is the power of the Arhat Formation. After years of practice, they have already mastered it and know how to cooperate with others and play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses.
The sleeves are as hard as iron, making the sound of the wind.
Tiexiu arrived immediately, and being there made people feel as if they were surrounded by enemies on all sides.
Su Weiyun had no place to hide anymore.
Everyone thought the dust had settled, but a glimmer of light appeared in Ah Fei's eyes.
——He knew: Su Weiyun had forced the four monks away before. As long as his sword skills and body skills were fast enough, he could seize the slightest lapse among the four monks and Master Xinmei, follow his sword and rush out of the Arhat formation.
However, the light in Ah Fei's eyes immediately dimmed again, and he found that Su Weiyun seemed to hesitate at the last moment.
Once he hesitated, the sword would slow down and he would not be able to break out of the Arhat Formation.
Wow!
His sleeves flew up and the sword finally stabbed out.
Eight iron palms fell soon after.
All I saw in the hall were pieces of cloth flying around like dancing butterflies, blocking everyone's sight.
Everyone only knew that Su Weiyun's sword must have pierced Master Xinmei's iron sleeves, but no one knew what the exact situation was or who would win or lose.
But when everyone saw the situation clearly, they were stunned and couldn't utter a word.
Because Su Weiyun not only dodged the fierce palm power of the four Shaolin monks and came behind Master Xinmei, but his sword was actually placed on the back of Master Xinmei's neck.
The tip of the sword was steady, without any tremor.
Ah Fei suddenly laughed.
When he doesn't smile, his whole body is like ice and snow as sharp as a knife, but when he smiles, he is like a warm breeze.
Lin Xian'er found it hard to imagine that a person's smile could have such a big effect on him.
It was as if she could not imagine that Su Weiyun could break through the siege and break the Arhat formation.
Master Xinmei withdrew his palms and clasped them in front of his chest. The sleeves under his hands were lonely and tattered, with almost no pieces of cloth left.
He sighed and said, "I never thought that the donor could master the unprecedented, mysterious and wonderful 'Dharma Sword Technique'. I admire you, I admire you..."
Su Weiyun said, "You said I could break the Arhat formation, so you believed that I was the descendant of the Shaolin monk. Monks don't lie, right?"
Master Xinmei closed his eyes and said, "Yes, I did."
Su Weiyun asked, "Then could the Shaolin monk's successor be the Plum Blossom Thief?"
A hint of anger appeared on Master Xinmei's face, but then it turned into deep sadness and silence.
If he said yes, it would be an insult to the reputation of Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old temple; if he said no, then after today, no one would dare to say yes again.
And if Master Xinmei admits that Su Weiyun is not the Plum Blossom Thief, who else can say that he is?
Although Su Weiyun was behind him, she seemed to know his expression and said, "You don't have to feel sad, because I am not the Plum Blossom Thief. With my martial arts skills, it would be easy for me to kidnap Lin Xian'er. There is no need to go to great lengths."
Ah Fei smiled and said, "Yes, if he was the Plum Blossom Thief, everyone in Xingyun Manor would have been killed long ago."
Lin Xian'er also expressed her opinion at this time: "He is not the Plum Blossom Thief. The Plum Blossom Thief is the corpse on the ground."
Master Xinmei sighed and said, "I am sad that none of the disciples of Shaolin Temple could master the Dharma Sword and returned home alone. As a result, they were defeated by their own martial arts school today... Oh, forget it, I have nothing to say!"
