When Lun Wuxu returned to Chongsheng Temple again, he was shocked by the confrontation between the two waves of people in front of him. There were countless men in black in the square in front of the Sutra Library. The people looked fierce, held their own swords and swords, surrounded Duan Zhengchun and other monks in the middle. There were even more corpses of monks lying on the ground, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

The sudden appearance of Lun Wuxu made Duan Zhengchun and others seem to have grabbed a life-saving straw. The monks with a sluggish morale all looked at Lun Wuxu for help. Lun Wuxu did not disappoint his mission, and picked up a stick with a brow from the ground and quickly joined the battle group to resist foreign enemies.

Two men in black with sharp swords, one on the left and one on the right, and each other on the left and one on the right, stabbed and attacked. However, before they got close to the old monk who had just started playing, who was holding a stick with a wide face and wide ear, he was knocked away by two simple, bright, simple and unpretentious moves. The monks suddenly became very motivated and cheered. Who could have imagined that this was a set of fire stick techniques that Lunxu learned from the kitchen in Chongsheng Temple in the past few months. It was known for its strange, fast, strange, and dangerous. Later, it became one of the rare stick techniques in Chongsheng Temple and was respected by later generations as the "leader of art". This stick technique is also known as the ape stick technique and the ape stick technique. It also said that "practice the ape stick technique and the ape stick technique, and there is no one to stop him from the world."

The men in black around him were startled by the monk with extremely high martial arts skills that suddenly appeared. Looking at the two men in black who fell to the ground and never got up again, the men in black who never dared to underestimate the enemy surrounded Lun Wuxu in the middle, covering three layers inside and three layers outside. The situation made Duan Zhengchun and others extremely cold, and the manpower was exhausted, not to mention that the fist was afraid of being strong. Compared with these men in black who were still pouring into the battle circle from the outside, Lun Wuxu was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

"A gun pierces a line, and a stick hits a large area." Lun's unlucky shouted while fighting. The monks who were still able to fight waving the various stick techniques in their hands and dancing with the wind as Lun's unlucky in adversity.

"The stick is not as long as the eyebrows, and the body and steps must follow each other. The tiger's mouth faces the tiger's mouth, and the upper and lower parts can fly." Lun Wuxu finished reading the verbal sentence. A neat and uniform stick technique was danced by the monks. The decline that was originally retreating was reversed. Everyone knew that this was the set of Shaolin stick technique they usually practiced hard. Just now, they were frightened by the opponent's advantage in numbers and the sharp sword. The stick formation was disrupted and its power had been greatly reduced. Many people even slapped their own people in the darkness. At this time, the power of the Arhat Stick Formation was reawakened by Lun Wuxu. The Arhat Stick Stick in the hands of everyone seemed to have become spiritual. The stick technique was made to have momentum, the momentum was lawful, and the law was useful. The sound of the stick roared like a mountain collapse and the earth was broken. The sound of the whole scolding shook the mountains and the city, and the momentum was like a galloping horse and extremely brave.

A group of men in black holding crossbows that suddenly appeared in the slanting place naturally fell into Duan Zhengchun, who was watching the battle next to him. As the nominal leader in charge of the overall situation, the commander's power fell into the house after the thunderous roar of Lun Wuxu. At this moment, out of a jealousy and ignorance from his original heart, he made an extremely stupid decision like he was timid and abdicated. He directed the remaining monks to withdraw from the range of the crossbowmen. This move undoubtedly abandoned Lun Wuxu in the fierce battle and the monks in the Arhat formation.

Looking at the person who suddenly disappeared behind him and listening to the sound of the other party's crossbow pulling the bow, Duan Zhengchun, who was watching the distance with cold eyes, looked over with sadness, anger, passion, tragic, disappointment and few hopes, roared as if he was home: "Qingming is united, it is difficult to go to the temple together, and swears to live and die together with the heroic soul."

The chants of unstoppable sorrow and joy were flowing slowly in the halls of Chongsheng Temple like bells and cymbals, flowing slowly like mountains and flowing water, through beams and pillars, and piercing through some swaying and fragile nerves. When a monk jumped out and ignored life and death, the remaining monks who were still bloody left Duan Zhengchun's team, and like a group of surging angry beasts, waving the swords and sticks in their hands, pounced on the black-clothed crossbowmen who were about to shoot their bows at their own people.

Duan Zhengchun looked at the few monks around him and shouted coldly: "Idiots, a bunch of brainless idiots, knowing they are dead, but they insist on rushing up."

However, a group of men in black had bypassed the monks who bravely died and rushed towards Duan Zhengchun and others.

The men in black who were strangled with Lun's disorderly suddenly scattered to both sides, leaving enough vision for the crossbowmen waiting for opportunities in the dark. Each crossbowmen's eyes and the cold murderous weapon in their hands revealed a breath of death: indifference, cruelty, and ruthlessness.

"Swoosh swish swish swish" arrows poured into those unfearing flesh and blood like rain. Some people were shot through their eyes by sharp arrows, some were penetrated through their chests with hot blood, and some were shot into hedgehogs all over their bodies. But if these arrows did not let them fall, they still rushed forward like selflessly. They forgot the pain, forgot death, and even forgot everything around them. Everyone could only hear their own breathing and heartbeat.

Before the crossbowman could fire the third round of arrow rain, he was approached by Lun Zhizhi, a brave and skilled man, and swept a large area with a danced densely like a wind and a brow stick. He could no longer bear it, and he was so sad that he killed one person after another without hesitation. The other monks who were still brave enough to take the opportunity to pass the warm corpses on the ground, shed tears, like a group of angry bulls, knocking down the crossbowman who shot many of them.

These monks who wrestled with the man in black vented the anger they had received from their lives on to the other party. Some men in black vented their noses and were beaten to blood, their noses crooked halfway, but they seemed to have opened an oil sauce shop, salty, sour, and spicy. Some crossbowmen only punched the eyebrow tips, and the eyebrows cracked, and black beads burst out, as if they had opened a colorful silk shop, red, black, and purple.

Lun Wuxu was covered in blood all over his body. He seemed to have forgotten the sharp arrow that pierced into his body at some point. Looking at the monks who were exhausted and fell into the pool of blood, he rushed into the monks who were surrounded by men in black again like madness, preparing to keep all the last drop of hot blood in his body.

"Ah." A figure suddenly broke into the man in black behind a man holding a sword that looked like a sword but a sword, and the sword almost fell, and the sword would not fall. The place he walked by was like a black sickle, leaving behind clear black blood lines and broken limbs and broken arms that were falling like rain.

"Monkey, don't be fine." The man approached Lun Wuxu and made a face to him, almost making Lun Wuxu unable to recognize this person.
Chapter completed!