C3 Confusion

"Protect Shaolin!"

"Protect my Shaolin, chase away the enemy!" "Kill ah ah!"

The disciples of Shaolin Temple, as well as the troops that Fang Shen brought along, fought against each other with blades, spears, swords, and blades. The front yard was a chaotic interweaving battle that had already been hacked into pieces.

At this moment, within the Central District.

Dozens of disciples clad in white, were lying in ambush on both sides of the high wall. With a few steps, they jumped onto the top of the wall with the help of the tree branches.

….

Zhiyan, with an iron spear in his hands, had already rushed to the backyard.

After hearing Fang Xun's angry shout, Zhiyan already knew that someone was attacking Shaolin Temple. When they arrived at the backyard, it was completely empty. It was obvious that his fellow brothers had already sent out their men to support the front yard. Just when Zhiyan was running towards the front yard …

On both sides of the high wall, the only sound that could be heard was the whistling of the wind. A dozen or so white-robed swordsmen jumped down from the high wall and landed in the backyard. Some of the swordsmen who had arrived at the courtyard first also rushed to the backyard and quickly gathered around twenty to thirty people.

"The Shaolin Temple is only at this level, the huge backyard only has a little monk watching over it!"

"Deal with him first, let's go and surround the front yard." The swordsmen called out.

Soon, the twenty to thirty people formed a large formation and trapped Zhiyan's group. Zhiyan frowned. This was going to be troublesome. Lord Fang did not expect there to be an ambush in the backyard. Now, Zhiyan had to face more than 20 people by himself.

"I practiced spear, spear, and staff for many years in the Shaolin Temple."

"Now, I have to face a real battle!" Zhiyan was extremely nervous and his cheeks were already dripping with sweat.

"Hah!" One of the swordsmen roared in anger and charged straight at him with a sword in his hand.

Zhiyan raised his gun.

"Clang!" After easily blocking the first attack, the seven to eight disciples surrounding the first attack all rushed up with swords in their hands. Seeing this, Zhiyan raised his pistol and sent the disciple in front of him flying back with a kick. Bowing slightly, he swung his spear to block the seven swords that were chopping down at the same time. The seven of them pressed down with all their might, but Zhiyan only had one person to withstand it.

At this moment, the inner strength of Zhiyan's Diamond Sutra was activated, "Ha!" With an angry roar, Zhiyan immediately got up and held up seven swords. He turned around and dodged the two surprise attacks. Then, he bent his body and aimed at a certain direction and shot out his spear. The spear point was as fast as lightning, piercing into the abdomen of a swordsman and penetrating through from behind! After the spear tip pierced through the swordsman's light armor and thin clothes, it quickly returned to its original position. There was only a huge bloody hole left, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Zhiyan, who killed for the first time, was surprised, but he didn't have the time to make Zhiyan stunned. He quickly returned to his senses as he chanted, "Buddha is merciful, but I, Shaolin, am blessed. Today, this disciple will probably start a massacre! " The bloodstained spear in Zhiyan's hand was glowing with a silver light, giving off a bloody scent.

"Ah!?" "Junior brother Qing Yan!"

"Junior Brother Qing Yan!?" Several of the swordsmen were shocked.

"Damn it... Little Shaolin Temple, I won't forgive you! " Several swordsmen went berserk because of the death of one of their junior brothers. The surrounding people were narrowing the encirclement in an attempt to kill Zhiyan.

In less than a breath's time, the attacks that were like a torrential downpour once again followed each other. Zhiyan's movements were nimble and fluid, easily dodging and blocking the besieging attacks of seven to eight people. While defending and dodging, Zhiyan was also looking for an opportunity to assassinate him.

Zhiyan pondered as he blocked the attack. "We can handle the seven to eight people surrounding us, but it's not easy to assassinate them with a spear, and the people in the second lap have already surrounded us …"

"If this goes on, it will not be a good plan. If we keep trying, we will die for sure!" I need to find a chance to get out of this situation … "

At this moment, Zhiyan found an opening to block the Swordsman's slow reaction. He instantly thrust out his spear — —

The swordsman was startled. He immediately used his sword to block. However, Zhiyan's quick attack was only a feint. When the Blade Master took up a defensive stance, Zhiyan had already retracted his spear. As expected, the eight blades behind him attacked. Zhiyan slightly bowed and dodged them. Taking advantage of this moment, Zhiyan turned around and kicked his right leg, which had gathered the strength of half of his body, straight into the side of a disciple. He then quickly dove down from the gap created by the two attacks and rolled out of the first layer's encirclement.

Zhiyan was still very dangerous, "Clang!" The sound of an iron spear was heard as it was raised to block the incoming attack. He picked up his sword, turned around, and dashed out of the encirclement. Fortunately, he had sparred with many seniors and juniors over the years in Shaolin Temple and trained him in such footwork. Otherwise, he would have already died in the encirclement.

In fact, not only did Zhiyan have talent, he also trained diligently. Furthermore, he was taught by the number one expert in Shaolin Temple, Master Fang, and he also trained in the buddhist art "Vajra Scripture". A single spear was enough to defeat the seniors of many temples. Being only thirteen years old, this level of Shaolin Temple was already very rare.

With his current strength, defeating this kind of swordsman wasn't difficult at all. However, if ten or twenty of them were to come at the same time, it would be much more difficult. However, as long as they were able to break out of the encirclement, they would still be able to kill them off one by one.

Zhiyan sprinted towards the volley hall at the back, which was being chased by more than twenty disciples. Seeing that he was going to die, Zhiyan gritted his teeth and quickly turned around. "Puchi!" With a sound, the tip of the spear once again pierced one of the swordsman closest to it, piercing through the head of the spear that was over a foot long and splattering blood on the ground. Zhiyan took advantage of the panic of the disciples behind him to leap up and kick the dead disciple's head. Taking advantage of the momentum, Zhiyan pulled out his long spear and jumped again, reaching a height of ten feet!

At this moment, Zhiyan leaned back again, thrusted out his long spear and sunk it into the roof of the house. With another push, the long spear shot up. Zhiyan leaped up with the spear shaft in hand, making use of the momentum to complete a big jump! Zhiyan grabbed the tile and flipped it over. Then, he landed on the roof of the Volkswagen Hall.

Holding the spear in his hand, Zhiyan looked down at the disciples below him. This way, he could be considered slightly safe.

"Senior brother Kunwu was also …"

"This skill... This kid is not a good person! " The swordsmen gathered at the front of the hall were discussing amongst themselves.

"Hmph." Zhiyan let out a cold snort, pointed his bloodied spear at the ground and shouted: "Ignorant madman! There are countless disciples at the same level as me in Shaolin Temple. If you are wise, I would advise you to leave immediately! "

"Children with yellow mouths!" You're exaggerating too much! " A few of the Blade Masters shouted angrily. They quickly followed along the walls of the backyard and arrived at the top of the wall. The six swordsmen came to the roof and pressed on Zhiyan with their swords. Zhiyan held his spear horizontally as he confronted the six people.

Soon, the six people attacked from in front of Zhiyan at the same time. Zhiyan leaped and turned around, thrusting towards the sky! One of the swordsmen retreated, but it was too late, the spear tip instantly pierced through his throat! The moment Zhiyan's six swords missed, he changed his position through the jump and took the initiative. They arrived at a place on the rooftop that was not surrounded.

A wooden spear entered and exited the Wood Puppet Lane. Naturally, it was easy to defend against Zhiyan, who was being besieged by more than ten people.

His spear, movement, bones, strength, and muscles were all much higher than these swordsmen's. In the previous few exchanges, Zhiyan had almost understood the approximate strength of these swordsmen. Very quickly, another five people flew up to the roof. There were a total of eleven people who were already closing in on Zhiyan, holding their swords in a confrontation. Ye Zichen looked around. Zhiyan can't rush forward in the front, so he could only take a step or two back. Zhiyan, who was as light as water, was already standing on the corner of the eaves as if he was walking on flat ground.

"With your strength, you can't even defeat a single Shaolin Temple junior disciple. I presume that the seniors and juniors from your front yard have all been annihilated! " Zhiyan shouted. Although there were 11 people in front of him, they were pressing on him step by step. However, the situation was clear to him. As long as he could break out of this encirclement, he would have the upper hand with just his movement technique!

"Ignorant! With our leader here, tonight's Shaolin Temple will definitely be destroyed. You are at the end of your tether, child! " The swordsman in front said.

"We don't even need to. With the strength of the leader, he can eliminate the Shaolin Temple by himself! There is nowhere to run to where you are right now! " The swordsmen below also called out.

Zhiyan frowned. From the reactions of the swordsmen, it seemed that there was a leader among the attackers. According to the swordsmen, the strength of the leader was very strong. If that was the case, then it seemed that victory would still be difficult to determine tonight.

"Kid, you're about to die. Let's see how you still try to be brave!"

"Behind you!" Zhiyan instantly turned around to block with his spear. He was a swordsman who climbed up the high wall from the other side and was about to launch a back stab at the cornice. It was a pity that Zhiyan was able to sense the sound of his footsteps and the sound of rushing wind halfway through. Seeing that the swordsman was about to fall, Zhiyan grasped his spear back and forth in midair and shouted, "Puchi!" With one sound, it pierced the top of the swordsman's head.

At this time, the 11 people who were closing in on him had probably already rushed over.

Zhiyan changed his pace and turned around on the corner of the roof. Sure enough, he saw several swords coming from behind him.

The pincer attack was too fast. There was no time to dodge!

"Chi!" With a sound, a blade slashed across Zhiyan's right arm, breaking his shirt and injuring his elbow. Because the swordsman he had killed before was still hanging on the spear head, it was difficult to pull it out in the air. Zhiyan could only stand at the corner of the eaves and dodge continuously to avoid the sharp edge. As the red tassel danced, it absorbed all the blood that stained the spear shaft.

"Humph, you're injured, right? Let's see if you can continue trying to be brave or not!"

Zhiyan endured the pain and gritted his teeth. The sword wound on his right arm continued to bleed profusely, while the surrounding swordsmen continued to stare like tigers stalking their prey. Both sides were still in a stalemate.

At this moment, Zhiyan clenched his teeth and tried to pour all his strength into his right arm! The inner force of the Diamond Sutra was working. The wound was healing at a faster rate than usual, and the blood had almost stopped flowing. At this moment, Zhiyan could only feel a scorching hot qi in his body. It was as if his blood and brain had become excited. The qi and blood in his body increased the rate of circulation, causing Zhiyan's skin to turn slightly red. Seeing this, all the swordsmen up ahead revealed looks of terror.

Suddenly, Zhiyan waved his injured right arm with the spear and swung it forward. The body of the swordsman that was hanging on it flew towards the several people that surrounded the house's eaves. While the disciples were panicking, Zhiyan suddenly rushed forward and stabbed towards the outermost swordsman. While the Blade Master was busy dodging, perhaps due to the activation of his potential, Zhiyan used a skill that he couldn't usually use. He shook his spear at an extremely fast speed. The Blade Master also hastily used his sword to block one attack after another.

Following that, Zhiyan's speed was still slightly faster. In that instant, the spear pierced through the swordsman's skull. Then Zhiyan jumped up and stepped on the swordsman's face. He took the opportunity to pull out his spear, leaned back and jumped down towards the roof.

"You are courting death! Let's see how you will escape then!" A few of the Blade Masters shouted out.

"You dare to kill several of my senior brothers? You will die today without a doubt!"

"It will be hard for you to fly now …"

At the same time, Zhiyan jumped back, he lightly stepped on the wall to cushion the impact. When he landed on the ground, he reacted quickly by using his spear to block their frontal assault. Following that, he seemed to exert a strength that he normally wouldn't have, throwing out and sending several swordsmen flying! They flew out about three meters!

Zhiyan was panting and his face was red as he looked at the swordsmen who were blown away.

"Come, Zhiyan will accompany you to the end!"