"Qiang!"
"boom!"
Blades collided, spiritual spells clashed, the Chinese boy and the Japanese boy with bare buttocks collided with each other, people came and went, all kinds of attack moves were displayed at the moment when the two sides met, and various colors of weapons could be seen everywhere in the entire canyon. streamer.
In the sky, fourteen-year-old Xiao Yu'er cut through the sky and headed straight for the two huge weapon spirit beasts.
The Japanese Foundation Establishment monks seemed to have done this intentionally. They rushed directly into the crowd and started a melee with many teenagers. They did not choose to fight directly with Chen Nianyun and others, so Chen Nianyun and others also flew into the crowd and started to fight wildly. Fight fiercely with Japanese monks.
"Baga!" A Japanese monk with a bare butt swung his sword and threw out the spiritual waves. The Chinese boy who was fighting him raised his hand to block it with his spiritual energy shield, and then slapped him on the head.
"I have as many legs as your grandma!"
"Qiang!"
"boom!"
A young Chinese boy faced the siege of two Japanese monks at the same time and was defeated steadily. He fell to the ground. Kunlun Qian Xiaolong happened to knock down one of them. Seeing this scene, he immediately rushed over and grabbed one of them by the arm. knife, and then used his spiritual power to punch him, sending him flying and hitting the rock wall.
The young man who fell to the ground immediately got up and used his spiritual power to push back the other man.
"Brother, cheer up and don't be timid." Qian Xiaolong smiled at him.
The young man said gratefully: "Thank you fellow Taoist for helping me."
"Haha, we are all on our own side, brother, you're welcome." After saying that, Qian Xiaolong punched another Japanese monk who was sneaking up on him.
"watch out!"
The whole canyon was already in chaos, all kinds of spiritual powers were released everywhere, magic weapons were waved wantonly, Chinese and Japanese languages were mixed and noisy, and the sounds were everywhere.
Tangyuan suddenly bent down in the crowd, dodging the blade swung by a Japanese monk, and then raised his hand to grab his empty crotch. The Japanese monk immediately screamed in pain, and Tangyuan raised his hand to grab a pill. He stuffed the pill into his mouth, then took out another pill and threw it at another naked Japanese monk who rushed towards him.
"boom!"
The elixir exploded, and the monk screamed and cried out blood.
"If anyone wants to help, I still have some elixirs here." Tang Yuan shouted to the teenagers fighting with each other around him.
On the other side, in the fierce melee, Sato Soujiro fought back four Chinese monks with one against four, and smashed their protective magic weapons to pieces.
And just when he was grinning ferociously and about to start a killing spree, a girl rushed out and hit him with a magic talisman.
"boom!"
The fiery spiritual explosion exploded, and Zhang Ting panted as she looked at the smoke in front of her.
The generated air wave dissipated, and the uninjured Sato Soujiro stood quietly, looking at Zhang Ting and several other Maoshan disciples in front of him with a sickly sneer...
At the edge of the canyon, a girl with some baby fat on her face was knocked to the ground by a Japanese monk. She fell to the ground with difficulty. The naked Japanese monk laughed and said Japanese. He said, then raised the blade in his hand high and prepared to strike.
But at this moment, there was a sudden roar from behind him!
"Pfft!"
Most of the sword tip pierced through his chest, and large swaths of blood rolled down.
The Japanese monk looked at the sword pierced through his chest in disbelief, and the sound of "Uh-huh..." came out from his throat.
Behind him, Tan Songlei held the spirit sword in fear, breathing heavily.
After a long time, Tan Songlei was heartbroken, kicked him over, and pulled out the blood-stained spiritual sword.
"Senior brother." The injured Wen Zhu got up, looked at the pale Tan Songlei, and quickly supported him worriedly.
"Brother, are you okay?"
"No, it's okay." Tan Songlei, who was killing someone for the first time, was a little shocked. He glanced at his junior sister Wen Zhu and asked eagerly: "Junior sister, I killed him because he wanted to kill you. What I did was a good thing, right? .”
Wenzhu was stunned for a moment, then nodded sharply.
"Yes, senior brother did a good thing!"
In the field, the fighting continued. Nara Okagawa held a samurai sword and singled out six Shushan swordsmen. The sound of swords was endless.
As if he was going crazy, he swung his sword to repel the six Shushan sword cultivators who were struggling to hold on, and yelled crazily:
"That's how it feels! It feels so good!"
In another part of the canyon, Chen Nianyun, who was also outnumbered, blasted away several people in a row, and then kicked over the last Japanese monk. He raised his foot and stepped on his chest, raised his head and watched through the battle of several people. Toward Nara Okagawa, who was in a daze.
After a long moment, he looked away, looked at the painful Japanese monk at his feet, and raised the sword in his hand.
"Feel sorry."
"Pfft!"
At this moment, the battlefield was in full swing, and almost everyone was fighting bloody battles. There were explosions, roars, and the roar of magic weapons colliding everywhere, except of course, the glutinous rice balls.
He was like an old man, blinking his cross-eyed eyes and wandering around with a handful of pills in his hand. As he walked around, he tossed the pills around and picked up one when he saw who didn't like him or who needed help. The elixir was thrown over and exploded into a bunch of colorful powders. The Japanese monks who were affected either had uncontrollable diarrhea or the pills became enlarged. At worst, they were fainted by the smell of the powder.
No matter whether those Japanese monks opened protective shields or used magic weapons, they could not resist it.
"Hey, it's a pity. This time, for the sake of experiment, I took more pills for taking off my pants. If I only brought the diarrhea pills or the splitting pills and threw them out, the effect should be better. I will definitely change it next time."
After talking to himself, Tangyuan saw a Quanzhen disciple next to him who was in a bitter fight.
"Hey, that Quanzhen brother, get out of the way!"
He greeted, raised his hand and threw out the elixir. The Quanzhen boy who was in a stalemate with the Japanese monk immediately stepped back, and then watched the elixir explode on the Japanese monk's body.
After receiving the elixir, the Japanese monk immediately sat down and did the splits uncontrollably. He was livid and could not move, and could only keep cursing there.
The Quanzhen boy expressed his gratitude to Tangyuan in a somewhat dumbfounded manner:
"Thank you so much, brother from Emei, you are so awesome." The Quanzhen boy said with sincere admiration.
"Haha, it's easy to say. It was all taught by my elder brother Lin Xiaolu." Tangyuan finished modestly and continued to stroll leisurely.
Looking at his handsome back, the Quanzhen boy couldn't help but sigh.
What a wonderful man Lin Xiaolu was. Not only did Sister Yu admire him, but even this magical Taoist friend from Emei was willing to be his younger brother.
No, I have to go see such a young man no matter what, and beg him to accept me. I just don’t know if such a person will be willing to accept me as his younger brother. If he is willing to accept me, then I can worship Emei instead. .
In the field, Tangyuan continued to wander leisurely and happily. Wherever he passed, the Japanese monks had no good end. Now there were three people who couldn't control the splits. Each one did the splits with their bare buttocks, and then cursed there.
And just as he was happily shopping, a black figure suddenly appeared behind him.
…
…
"boom!"
"thump!"
In the battlefield, Zhang Ting, who was covered in scars, fell hard to the ground, and several other Maoshan brothers fell together.
And in front of them was Soujiro Sato who kept grinning ferociously.
Sato looked at the injured people who fell to the ground and showed a gentle smile:
"Kneel down and live, or die, which one do you choose?"
Zhang Ting, who was seriously injured, frowned and was about to speak when the Maoshan disciple who was also seriously injured on the side scolded him angrily:
"Kneel down for you? You deserve it! Japanese dog!"
Sato Soujiro was startled when he heard the sound, and then his smiling face instantly became horribly distorted.
He looked at the wounded Maoshan disciple and said coldly: "How dare you do the following, I will chop you into pieces and feed them to the dogs!"
After saying that, Sato walked towards the Maoshan disciple step by step, and the disciple was not afraid at all and stared at him.
And when Sato was about to raise his hand under Zhang Ting's horrified gaze, a lazy voice sounded from behind him:
"Old man, you're so disgusting that I don't even want to fish anymore. I just want to chop you up. What should I do?"
