Zhao Wujiang was heavily surrounded.
His eyebrows became lighter and lighter.
There are many things that cannot be rushed, otherwise things will turn into misfortunes.
What's more, he has clearly understood his true self. He has been waiting for a person to come. When that person comes, he will go on a killing spree.
"Zhao Wujiang, why don't you just surrender?"
"You deserve death for killing so many of our comrades!"
"You still resist, do you think you can escape today?"
"Nearly all of us are venerables. Why do you think you can compete with us?"
"Hand over Dao Lianzi! Keep your whole body! Otherwise, your bones will be crushed to ashes!"
"..."
More and more monks joined forces to attack Zhao Wujiang, and at the same time they continued to criticize him with words and writing.
Zhao Wujiang had already beaten them to the point of being frightened.
Faced with the siege, he was almost able to handle it with ease and was never injured.
Instead, many of them were continuously beaten to death by Zhao Wujiang.
They must join forces to extend the offensive and not give Zhao Wujiang any chance to breathe!
"Go and capture Gu Nanyuan and the others!"
Someone mentioned it, and someone immediately echoed it.
They could see that as long as Gu Nanyuan and others were present, they could actually restrain Zhao Wujiang.
Otherwise, Zhao Wujiang might go crazy and fight until the end of the battle, and many fellow monks would die by then.
"boom!"
A ray of sword energy marked a path, and Gu Nanyuan, who had been protected, came back with another sword energy.
Her eyes were red and misty, and she wouldn't go anywhere until Zhao Wujiang got out of trouble.
She can help, she is no longer the weak and weak Gu Nanyuan before.
The sword energy struck here and there, her face was pale and her eyes were firm.
"Silly girl." Zhao Wujiang shook his head and sighed.
In fact, nothing would happen to him at all, but Gu Nanyuan obviously didn't believe it. He was always worried and passionate, and kept coming back to help her.
Lu Xiaojin has been dragged away by his younger brother Lu Feng. No matter how Lu Xiaojin yells to go back, no matter how Lu Xiaojin beats Lu Feng, Lu Feng is determined to take the weight. His brother-in-law asked him to take his sister away, so he took her sister away.
Even if I can help my brother-in-law by going back, how much can I help?
If one person is trapped there, how can two people be trapped there?
If one was trapped, he would lose his brother-in-law; if two were trapped, he might even lose his sister.
Even if the sister has a life-saving device, if it can save her life but not save her life, what should the brother-in-law do? Let your sister watch her brother-in-law die?
Therefore, he, Lu Feng, must not be a mother-in-law, and he will never look back after escaping.
Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath. He had decided to start the killing spree and not wait any longer.
When he couldn't wait, he went to find it.
Now that Daolian's secret realm is closed, the man can't escape.
He joined hands with Gu Nanyuan and retreated while fighting. He raised his hand and invisible wind flowed in his hand. In an instant, transparent lotus flowers appeared around him, from transparent to deep blue to green wood.
Qinglian Sword Qi is in hand.
He held the sword energy in his right hand and thrust the sword towards the right front. He quietly held a sword flower with his wrist. The sword energy formed a circle and spread out quickly like ripples.
Since he had his own body called Daolianshen, the speed and intensity of his moves have become much more powerful.
"ah!"
"Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff..."
The sword energy continuously pierced the flesh and blood and swept across the body.
Rows of monks were cut off at the waist, their bodies cut into two pieces, and blood was shed everywhere.
Some monks were directly shattered by the sword energy and turned into blood mist.
In an instant, Zhao Wujiang and Gu Nanyuan were surrounded by a ten-foot radius, and no one was spared. Broken arms and limbs were piled on the ground, and blood flowed, dripping into the water where the lotus flower was planted.
Killing hundreds of people with one sword, the sword energy is like a song or an elegy.
The smell of blood suddenly filled the air.
Zhao Wujiang raised his sword again, and the monks who survived in the distance were almost frightened to death. They cried like ghosts, howled like wolves, or complained angrily about how cruel he was.
There were also some monks who had been watching from beginning to end, so shocked that their hearts trembled and their faces turned pale.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were dull. He originally just wanted to get along with everyone with simple cultivation, but in exchange he was surrounded and killed.
In desperation, he showed his cards and stopped pretending. He was invincible at the same level, and even had the confidence to jump up to kill the Venerable Sixth Tribulation Seventh.
