Monk Lingcheng swung his sword in a rage, and the blood evil energy that had been uncontrollable suddenly erupted. Suddenly, there were waves of strange screams around the flower building, as well as the endless rustling sounds of wandering insects and beasts. Voice!
"Drink——!"
When the sword fell, the light clusters coming from all directions were condensed. The bloody sword light, several feet long, shot up into the sky. The whole flower building trembled uncontrollably, and the strange sound of rustling fallen leaves suddenly erupted. It turned into a shocking howl of ghosts and monsters.
The white monk obviously did not expect this sword. He held the big bell with both arms and raised it high in front of him to use it as a shield. The bloody sword bang crashed down, causing his whole body to tingle and turn scarlet red. Blood immediately seeped out from his mouth and nose.
After Monk Lingcheng swung his sword, he could no longer bear the headache, as if countless poisonous insects had penetrated into his skull, biting at his sanity crazily.
"Ahhhhhh——!!" Monk Zi Lingcheng roared like a wild animal.
Although the white monk didn't know how he did it, the sound of the bell had obviously driven the monk Lingcheng into madness. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he was holding his head and screaming in pain.
At this point, even the monk Baijing, who had single-handedly pushed the other party into such a situation, hesitated. On the one hand, he wanted to pursue the victory and capture the other party. On the other hand, he was also worried that if he continued to stimulate him, the person would become even more crazy. Just start a killing spree here.
When Monk Baijing hesitated for a moment, Monk Lingcheng suddenly became furious. His eyes were as red as bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Ahhhhh--!"
The calmness on the white monk's face finally disappeared. He lowered his face and said: "The demonic nature has entered the body, and the whole body is full of sins. It should be punished."
Monk Lingcheng shook his head fiercely and stared at the white monk in front of him. The sword in his hand suddenly flipped over and was raised high. In an instant, a scream as sharp as a ghost's cry suddenly sounded, and the bloody sword light rushed out again. Xiao!
The whistling was so sharp that it seemed to pierce people's eardrums. The guest girls in the flower house covered their ears in horror one after another. The timid ones already foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground. The white monk who bore the brunt was even more shaken. The strange sound made by the knife suddenly made his blood rush to the point of bursting!
Monk Lingcheng held the knife with both hands and slashed it down. The blood light suddenly fell from the sky, and the entire flower building was dyed blood red. Monk Baijing made a decisive decision and threw the big bell out to try to block it for a moment. At the same time, he clasped his hands together and called out Purple gold halo protects itself.
The aura on Monk Baijing's body immediately turned into a cassock and wrapped around his body. At the same time, he raised his head and chanted loudly: "The Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Supreme Bodhisattva! Disciples of the Dharma sect, listen to the order! Drive away evil spirits! Protect my divine light!"
"yes!"
A chorus of responses came from the flower building. Then, several figures flew towards the direction of the white monk. More than a dozen girls from the Fox Fairy Tower surrounded him, holding hands in their hands. Holding the magic formula, a light corresponding to the purple-gold halo appeared on his body.
This seemed to be a formation. More than a dozen women were guarding the fair monk in the middle. A ball of purple light rose up and turned into a curtain-like light curtain that hung down. It was very strange.
"Drink!"
Monk Lingcheng cut the flying giant bell into two pieces with one knife. At the same time, he used his force again to chop down the purple air light curtain. He actually broke the light curtain without any effort, and the bloody knife cut through it like tofu. The formation was cut into two pieces.
The purple light curtain shattered into stardust all over the sky, and the dozen or so girls spurted out a mouthful of blood, and each of their bodies flew out, falling to the ground where they knew whether they were alive or dead.
The white monk in the middle only coughed up a mouthful of blood. Compared with the people around him, he had almost no damage. He looked at the monk holding the sword in surprise and forgot his words for a moment.
"Ahhhh-hateful! Hateful!"
Monk Lingcheng had no reason to speak at this moment. Countless familiar figures seemed to appear in front of his eyes, which aroused the anger in his heart. The bloody sword was once again raised high by him. As the light of the sword condensed, , the sound of the wind around became as terrifying as the howling of ten thousand ghosts.
"Amu!"
Monk Bai Jing frowned and shouted loudly. In just a moment, the bearded monk who was in the melee outside turned around and rushed over to protect him.
It's just that the bearded man looked really miserable. All the wounds on his body were bleeding out. The most terrifying thing was that there was a bone-deep sword wound on his shoulder. He had just forcibly left the battle and was left behind by Tian Quan when he found the opportunity. of.
Now that the bearded Amu has come, the rest of the knights and knights of the world will naturally not hesitate to give in. They rushed there one after another. Tianquan looked at Monk Lingcheng in horror and asked hurriedly: "Master Lingcheng, what's wrong with you?"
When Monk Lingcheng heard Tianquan's figure, he suddenly turned his head. The bloody twin boys were so powerful that all the knights could not help but feel fear when they saw it, and subconsciously took half a step back.
Unexpectedly, Monk Lingcheng actually became angry at Tianquan: "Damn Niubi!"
After a sentence of cursing, Monk Lingcheng slashed at him with a sword without distinguishing between friend and foe. Facing the bloody sword, Tianquan knew that he could not match it with just one glance. He summoned his sword to resist and hurriedly used Qinggong to dodge. .
But his martial arts skills were so good that he got out of the way, but the knights beside him were unlucky. One of them, who wielded a stick, couldn't dodge and was caught in the blood wave. After a loud bang, the stump of his limbs The severed arm sprayed high into the sky with blood and internal organs, and then rain of blood fell in all directions.
Tian Quan raised his head blankly, and a few drops of blood fell on his face. In the rich blood, everyone looked at Monk Lingcheng with shock and anger.
"Monk! You dare to kill my fourth brother! I will fight with you!"
The other girl who was stabbing with Emei screamed loudly, not caring about slaying demons and defending the way. She stepped forward with her feet and jumped into the air. With a sharp edge, she stabbed Monk Lingcheng with the sword in her hand. head.
"No!" Tianquan quickly shouted to stop, but it was too late. Monk Lingcheng was already crazy. He would not show mercy. When he saw the incoming person, he immediately slashed with his sword, and the poor girl was immediately killed. The head was in a different place, blood splattered all over the ground.
"Little sister!"
"Miss Zhang!"
The remaining knights were also stunned, shouting and trying to fight Lingcheng: "Evil thief! You are looking for death! We will kill you now to avenge Miss Zhang!"
After being scolded by the knight, Monk Lingcheng seemed to wake up a little, but what followed was even stronger anger. He covered his head in pain and said: "It wasn't me! It wasn't me who killed him! I was framed. !”
"Nonsense!" The knight was filled with anger: "You killed people in front of us! How dare you make excuses! You think we are blind! Let's all join together! We must not let such evil people continue to exist in the world!"
"It wasn't me! I was wrongly accused! It was them who deliberately changed the sword skills to trap me into an unkind and unjust place! I was not wrong!"
Monk Lingcheng was talking to himself as he hurriedly fought with everyone. The knights surrounded him and kept leaving wounds on his body. Under the stimulation of the blood, the madness in the monk's eyes became increasingly difficult to control.
Monk Lingcheng only relied on his instinct to resist everyone's attack, and kept repeating the same words in his mouth, until a knight angrily stabbed his face with a sword, and he held it tightly with his bare hands, and blood seeped out from his palm. dripping to the ground.
At this moment, in the eyes of Monk Lingcheng, the face of the young knight in front of him was changing. He was getting older little by little, all his black hair fell off on the ground, and his immature face became thin and disgusting. Finally, he became old. He became the person he remembered.
"ah--!"
Monk Lingcheng roared loudly, and with his flesh and blood, he broke the opponent's long sword forcefully. He slashed at the opponent with anger, and shouted: "Lingxu! You damn old thief actually still... Dare to appear in front of me!"
