Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

In the hall, the five monks were on high alert.

The leader, Xinmei, said in a deep voice:

"This old monk has no intention of harming anyone, so why must you engage in such verbal sparring?"

"Know that though your words may be sharp, they will only harm your own heart, not others.

His words, spoken slowly and calmly, seemed to convey no dramatic emotional fluctuations.

But when the words reached Afei's ears, each one sounded like a booming bell or a giant drum, making his ears ring.

Having just withstood Nangong Ling's attack using the "Mingyu Gong" and "Iron Shirt" techniques, A Fei was already dizzy.

Xinmei has now clearly started using sonic attacks like the "Lion's Roar".

This unexpected attack caused A-Fei's consciousness to begin to blur.

If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have fainted by now.

Ah Fei tried his best to hold on, but from his appearance, there was no sign of anything unusual about him.

He snorted:

"The monk's eloquence has surely made the widow, left alone in her room, unable to forget him!"

He uttered sarcastic remarks as he suddenly lunged forward.

Ah Fei knew that if he leaped into the air, his lower body would inevitably reveal a weakness.

If the Buddhist beads on Xinmei's forehead sweep over and hit her leg, it will inevitably slow down her movements.

Therefore, he could only break through the gap between the two.

No sooner had he moved than the five Shaolin monks followed suit.

They began to spin around him with fluid grace, the five of them circling him endlessly.

As soon as he stopped, the five monks also stopped immediately.

Xinmei seemed confident, and he said:

"Monks do not wish to kill, and the benefactor has a sword in his hand and feet on his feet."

"If you can break this old monk's little 'Arhat Formation,' I will be completely convinced and will only ask you to return to the temple."

Ah Fei took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

But his body remained completely still.

He secretly recuperated and sought an opportunity to break the deadlock.

At this moment, he had already realized the profound skill of these five monks.

Moreover, their teamwork was seamless, practically flawless.

It would be impossible to reach this level without years of practice.

Once the "Arhat Formation" traps a person, the defenders coordinate with each other, and their actions are as swift as lightning.

If the leader is attacked, those behind him will surely launch a swift and decisive counterattack.

No matter which direction the attack takes, it will face a situation of being attacked from both sides.

The distance between them was precisely controlled.

Only by standing still and waiting for the opponent to lose patience and make the first move can the formation possibly reveal a flaw.

If one can "use stillness to control movement and wait for the enemy to tire themselves out" when facing this formation, then victory is assured.

Therefore, if the Shaolin monks do not move, they themselves will never move either.

The two sides could very well have remained deadlocked indefinitely.

But it's not just ourselves who are trapped.

Li Xunhuan's gaze towards Xinmei was becoming increasingly hostile.

His fingers were slightly bent, as if a throwing knife might appear in his hand at any moment.

Xinmei was very clear about the situation; he had already noticed a change in Li Xunhuan's aura.

Xinmei, whose gaze was now fixed on him with murderous intent, could no longer contain herself. She said to Afei:

"Does the benefactor intend to surrender without resistance?"

He wanted to provoke Ah Fei with words so that he would make the first move.

Ah Fei didn't move his body at all, but uttered a single word:

"No."

His answer was straightforward; he refused to say a single extra word.

The dizziness is getting worse and worse, and every word I say seems to be hitting me in my head.

Therefore, Afei needs to seize the time to adjust his state.

Xinmei was secretly anxious, but he absolutely could not show it at this moment.

He said slowly, "Since you are unwilling to be bound, why don't you break the formation?"

Ah Fei calmly and softly said:

"If you don't move, I won't move either. If you want me to move, you have to move first."

Xinmei smiled faintly and said:

"If this stalemate continues, who knows how long it will last?"

"Your Excellency may try to kill this old monk. If you succeed, this old monk will die without regret."

Unexpectedly, Ah Fei suddenly agreed.

His words remained concise, consisting of only one word:

"it is good."

Ah Fei actually moved! When he did move, it was as fast as lightning.

A flash of sword light appeared, aimed straight at Xinmei's throat.

As Ah Fei drew his sword, the Shaolin monks immediately moved as well.

All eight iron palms slammed down on Ah Fei at once.

Just as Afei's sword was about to strike, his foot suddenly changed direction.

No one could see how his steps changed; they only felt that his body suddenly changed direction.

That swift sword strike was clearly aimed at Xiang Xinmei.

But then it suddenly changed direction.

The four men who struck out with their palms looked as if they were offering their hands up for his sword to sever.

The unexpected turn of events startled Xinmei, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"What a fine sword!"

The moment he uttered the first "okay," he had already abandoned his defensive stance.

With a wave of her hands, Xinmei's sleeves billowed up with a surge of energy.

This move, "Shaolin Iron Sleeves," is precisely designed to counter sharp blades. His attack is aimed directly at the vulnerable spot that Ah Fei is bound to defend.

Although the four Shaolin monks were in danger, they didn't need to intervene to save them.

This is the source of the power of the "Shaolin Arhat Formation".

But in that instant, Ah Fei's sword changed direction again.

Others' sword techniques are simply variations on the angle at which the sword is thrust.

But when Afei changed his sword, he also changed the direction of his entire body.

What was originally a forward thrust suddenly turned into a backward thrust.

In fact, Ah Fei's sword hadn't changed at all; only his footwork had.

The change happened so fast that it was almost unbelievable that such a pair of legs could exist in the world.

With a "whoosh," Xinmei's sleeve was pierced.

This is precisely the beauty of the "Two Elements Sword Technique".

The sword strikes can be real or feint, illusory or real, making it impossible for the attacker to predict the true direction of their attack.

Immediately afterwards, the sword light transformed into a streak of blue rainbow.

Ah Fei and his sword seemed to have become one, and in the blink of an eye, a blue rainbow streaked across the sky.

When he came to his senses, Ah Fei's men had already broken through the formation with the sword.

It turned out that he took advantage of the moment when Xinmei's arm was injured and she was in pain, causing her to freeze and reveal an opening, and then made his way out.

Ah Fei took a risky gamble and finally succeeded.

If there were even the slightest hesitation in his fluid swordplay, even if he were wounded, he would still be unable to break through.

If Xinmei's hand and sleeve had deviated even slightly, they could have blocked Afei back into the formation.

It was this perilous move, which allowed no room for error, that enabled A-Fei to escape his predicament.

The strenuous exercise left Afei disoriented and nearly caused him to lose his balance.

The effects of the head injury had not completely subsided, and now this has cost me a great deal of energy and strength.

It's already a miracle that Ah Fei can still stand.

Fortunately, they finally escaped successfully. Now that many people are watching, the old monk Xinmei should not go back on his word.

Suddenly a deep shout was heard:

"Don't leave!"

Almost simultaneously, Chu Liuxiang shouted a curse:

"stop!"

Between the two loud shouts, the faint sound of flying knives cutting through the air could be heard.

Ah Fei felt a powerful force slam into him from behind, as if a hammer had struck his back.

Although he was protected by the true energy of the "Mingyu Gong", he was still hit and felt a tightness in his chest.

He flew away like a kite with a broken string.