Chapter 56: The Arhat Demon-Subduing Formation

Fangzheng, Chongxu, Zuo Lengchan.

These three men might no longer be pure martial artists, but their martial arts are sufficient to roam the world of martial arts.

Daoist Chongxu's long sword danced, generating yin and yang rings; one hard and one soft, they were as dazzling and brilliant as the sun and moon in the sky.

Zuo Lengchan, meanwhile, held a two-handed greatsword, hacking and slashing with brute force.

The blades of the Songshan Sect are already broad by nature, and this sword of his was an even larger two-handed greatsword, powerful and fierce, with a chilling aura that was oppressive!

In Lu Li's eyes, Daoist Chongxu's martial arts were slightly higher than Ren Woxing's, while Zuo Lengchan's were a bit inferior.

The most difficult to deal with was the monk Fangzheng.

One could see his palm techniques were exquisite, and his internal energy was even more exceptionally profound.

Lu Li even suspected that not even Ren Woxing's Star-Sucking Great Art could absorb Fangzheng's internal energy; in terms of comprehensive strength, Dongfang Bubai might not necessarily be a match for Fangzheng.

The coordination of the three was perfect to the extreme; any flaws they originally had were no longer flaws, but traps to lure Lu Li into the net.

Ambushed on all sides, murderous intent overflowing!

Even the martial arts practitioners hiding in the distance to watch the battle could feel the pressure of the three-man siege.

They could not even see clearly, so how could they resist? Yet Lu Li showed no signs of defeat at all.

One could see the sword light in his hand had already merged into the clouds and mist of Songshan, like a soaring divine dragon, cutting through the vast sky.

The Sword Qi stirred up a wild gale of air currents, and the sound of the Sword Song was like the roar of a dragon.

His sword did not belong to any sword technique in this world.

But every one of his strikes was a peerless sword that would be hard to see again in this world.

His sword already moved according to his heart; wherever Lu Li's gaze reached, he could strike down everything in heaven and earth!

The four people's struggle completely ignored the terrain.

True Qi exploded, shattering and scattering the loose rocks on the cliff; Sword Qi crisscrossed, slicing through the dense forest at the waist.

The mountain valleys, jagged cliffs, waterfalls, and forests... were all like flat, level ground.

In an instant, they had already arrived at the Fengchan Platform of Songshan.

Lu Li's sword finally changed.

This time, he struck out four swords in succession.

The four streaks of sword light were four mountain peaks.

On this Songshan, four mountains had appeared out of thin air!

Boom!

The moment the four mountains appeared, this Songshan seemed to tremble, as if some kind of connection had been formed between them.

Lu Li unleashed the fifth sword.

Five Mountains Sword Technique, of the same breath and branch!

This sword was filled with surging, tyrannical power; it had the momentum of Mount Taishan pressing down, the image of ten thousand mountains paying homage to their ancestor, the strange dangers of mountain paths, the continuous ranges of mountain terrain, and the beautiful scenery of mountains.

The air all over the Fengchan Platform buzzed, as if unable to bear the weight of this sword that had descended with a roar.

This sword was near to attaining the Dao!

Fangzheng and the other two were instantly defeated.

The three of them spat out a mouthful of blood, their bodies flying backward.

This was a battle of the ages.

And how could such a battle have no spectators? The martial arts practitioners filling the mountain were the audience, and the entire heaven and earth of Songshan were the witnesses!

This battle will surely shake the world of martial arts and leave a name for eternity!

Fangzheng and Chongxu looked withered and decrepit.

Zuo Lengchan's hair and beard were disheveled, his clothes torn.

Daoist Chongxu sighed and said, "What sword technique is this?"

"Five Mountains Sword Technique."

"Five Mountains Sword Technique... what a strike of the Five Mountains Sword Technique!

After returning from the Five Mountains, one looks at no other peaks; one sword across the sky, and the Heavenly Gate opens..."

Chongxu sighed and said, "Little friend has supreme talent; even though you were blocked by Master Fangzheng, you were still able to comprehend sword art to this realm. I, Chongxu, am convinced and admire you.

As I, Chongxu, face death today, I hope little friend will return to the path of chivalry and not bring chaos to the world of martial arts."

"This world of martial arts is already chaotic; why blame it on me?

You have already lost."

"Yes... we have lost."

The sharp aura on Chongxu's body vanished completely, and he stretched out his neck to await the execution.

"Lost? We have not lost yet."

At this moment, Zuo Lengchan suddenly burst into wild laughter.

He saw him leap backward abruptly and shout, "Honorable monks!

Please strike to subdue the demon!"

Chongxu was stunned, but saw Fangzheng pat his own shoulder and also retreat backward.

The next moment, a group of monks leaped out from hidden compartments around the Fengchan Platform, surrounding Lu Li in the center.

These monks totaled one hundred and eight; their bodies were coated in gold powder, their muscles knotted, and they glared at Lu Li with rage.

Each of them held a precept knife or a staff, and eight of them were older, holding pure steel Zen staves.

These one hundred and eight monks were divided into several rows, surrounding Lu Li in the center.

They stood in neat formation and were very composed; it was an extremely formidable formation.

Chongxu followed Fangzheng as he leaped outside the array, calling out in a low voice, "Master Fangzheng, is this the Shaolin Arhat Demon-Subduing Array?"

At this moment, the area around the Fengchan Platform was already surrounded by countless heroes of the pugilistic world.

"Shameless! To think that the Shaolin Sect and the Songshan Sect would set an ambush here?"

"Bullying the few with the many is one thing, but to use an array to ambush Lu Li is truly despicable."

"Heh, Lu Li has already fought his way to their doorstep, and you still won't allow them to use an array? Just because you saw one sword strike, you've already taken Lu Li's side?"

"Bullshit!

It was the Songshan Sect that repeatedly sent people to deal with Huashan, and furthermore, when Lu Li was breaking through on Songshan, it was clearly the monk Fangzheng who stepped out to obstruct him.

Obstructing someone's cultivation is a deep, irreconcilable hatred; he deserves to be killed."

Amidst the discussion, a Buddhist chant resounded across the Fengchan Platform.

"Amitabha."

Fangzheng took a step forward and said, "Benefactor Lu, this is our Shaolin One Hundred and Eight Arhats Array.

Those who enter this array are like entering reincarnation, unable to transcend."

"However, our Buddha possesses the virtue of cherishing life; if Benefactor Lu is willing to lay down the butcher's knife, you can become a Buddha on the spot.

If you are willing to cripple your own martial arts and convert to Shaolin, we will let you leave the array."

Lu Li sneered, "Ridiculous!

Monk, let me ask you!

I came to the Songshan Sect to pay a visit with my sword; why did your Shaolin Temple repeatedly step in to obstruct me? When I was breaking through on the mountain road, you used the Lion Roar Skill to ruin my cultivation—what was that for!

I never said I would let you off, yet you have the gall to tell me to convert to Buddhism; it is simply laughable!

Now, if you deliver the Seventy-two Ultimate Arts of the Shaolin Temple to me, only then can your merits and faults be balanced, and our grudges wiped clean."

Fangzheng sighed and said, "Sigh, you are obsessed and refuse to repent."

"I trouble you, Arhats, to form the array and subdue the demon."

Boom!

The one hundred and eight monks moved in an instant; as the monks chanted a Buddhist phrase, Lu Li instantly felt the Buddhist sounds, circling him in three hundred and sixty degrees, crashing toward him.

On the Fengchan Platform, the fierce wind surged, and the pale yellow monk robes fluttered chaotically.

Even the heroes watching from outside the array felt their vision blur, their entire bodies feeling the pressure of countless indescribable Buddhist sounds.

As for Lu Li, who was inside the array, he felt as if he had been cast into a vast and turbulent whirlpool of the sea of suffering, unable to help himself as he spun and sank; even with peerless courage, he would end up exhausted and captured.

"The sea of suffering is boundless, turn back and find the shore."

"Lay down the butcher's knife, become a Buddha on the spot."

The father and son of the Wang Family were also in the crowd at this moment; their legs trembled, and they were on the verge of kneeling.

When they were ascending the mountain, the Wang Family had spoken wildly; now, there was no need for anyone to mock them—they already felt so ashamed they wished they were dogs or pigs.

The momentum of the Arhat Demon-Subduing Array was terrifying; how could ordinary people resist it?

It was just like when people face a storm or a tsunami, sighing at their own insignificance.

Zuo Lengchan's face was ferocious, his breathing heavy.

'Lu Li, oh Lu Li, no matter how strong you are, you are ultimately just one person!

Hahaha!

Today, you will die in the array, and I will surely conquer Huashan and repay today's shame a hundredfold!

You are nothing but a flash in the pan, while I, Zuo, remain the master of the Five Mountains!

' Master Fangzheng slowly regained his kind expression, silently reciting a Buddhist chant in his heart: 'Amitabha.

Fortunately, I brought out the Arhat Array, otherwise, it would truly have been impossible to subdue Lu Li.

With Lu Li dead this time, the pugilistic world should be able to remain peaceful, and those above will no longer blame me.

' Meanwhile, Lu Li, inside the array, looked at the sky full of monk robes and Buddhist sounds, and raised the long sword in his hand.

If the Buddha dares to stop me, then I shall kill this Buddha.

You say the sea of suffering is hard to cross? Then I shall transform my sword into the Five Mountains and fill this sea!