"boom!"
In the battlefield where the sound of fighting was loud, a figure flew straight out, smashing a jade Brahma statue into pieces, and then rolled down into the rubble on the ground.
This person was dressed in black gauze clothes, had a serious face, and was holding a broken sword. He was Fang Wuxiu, an elder of the Emei Spiritual Sword lineage.
At this moment, Fang Wuxiu was covered in scars, and there was even a wound on his forehead. The blood oozing out of the wound covered half of his face, and he was supporting his body with a broken sword in a state of embarrassment.
In front of him were four Tianzhu monks!
They had been fighting fiercely with the Tianzhu monks all afternoon, and there were currently casualties on both sides. Fang Wuxiu was also outflanked by several Tianzhu monks in the pill-forming realm in front of him during the fierce battle. In the end, he accidentally fell into the dark street and was seriously injured!
"A bunch of bald donkeys are really annoying!"
Although the old man was injured, he was not afraid at all. He roared and took out another sword from the ring!
"Even if I die, I will take you with me!"
After shouting angrily, he was about to fly up and use his sword, but the Tianzhu monks in front of him were also merciless, flying out from left and right.
And just when the two sides were about to meet, a green and angry scolding suddenly came out!
"Look at my flying kick!"
On the left, the wall of a house suddenly shattered, and a young man holding a huge blade flew out of the rubble and kicked a Tianzhu monk in the face.
"Pooh!"
The Tianzhu monk was kicked in the cheek, and a mouthful of broken teeth mixed with blood spurted out, and the whole person flew straight away. Before the others could react, they saw a flash of green light shining in the night, and with it, , and a delicate young face!
"Pfft~"
A head flew high into the sky, mixed with blood and spun around in the air for several times, before finally falling to the ground like a rotten potato.
The remaining two Tianzhu monks were stunned for a moment, and then they shot out two golden Buddha wheels at the same time. With a sound of "Boom!", the young man who raised his sword to block was knocked away. As soon as the shot was finished, Fang Wuxiu on the side shot out with A sword light like a swimming dragon rushed out.
"Roar!"
A deafening roar of a dragon flew with the blade of the sword, directly piercing the heart of an Tianzhu monk, killing him on the spot.
"Lin Xiaolu? Why are you here!" Fang Wuxiu, who was injured, asked angrily.
"Elder Fang, I heard that a lonely old man like you was beaten by a crowd, so I came here to seek justice." Lin Xiaolu said with a smile as he got up from the ground.
"Fart!" Fang Wuxiu blushed when he heard this, blew his beard and glared:
"You little kid, hide behind me. I can deal with them all by myself!"
After saying that, he turned the edge of his sword and threw out the long sword with lightning that filled the sky.
"boom!"
The Golden Buddha Wheel, the Thunder Sword Qi, and the golden and blue electric light were entangled, causing the surrounding houses to explode one after another.
When Lin Xiaolu saw that Fang Wuxiu and the Tianzhu man were in a stalemate, he immediately raised his hand and waved it off!
"call out!"
A flying knife was thrown and inserted directly into the forehead of the Tianzhu monk!
The Tianzhu cultivator's body froze, and the spiritual power in his palms relaxed. Fang Wuxiu's sword immediately wrapped in bursts of thunder and killed him with one strike!
"Plop." There was another corpse in the field.
At this point, all four Tianzhu monks were killed!
"Ho ho ho ho, Elder Fang, am I strong? This is a martial arts practitioner!"
In the dark street, the panting Fang Wuxiu glared at the bastard angrily:
"Just do these unnecessary things and go help others."
"Oh, alright."
Lin Xiaolu nodded in agreement and rushed to the second battlefield carrying the Da Geng bronze.
Seeing the young man running further and further away, Fang Wuxiu hesitated for a moment and suddenly shouted:
"Lin Xiaolu!"
The young man who had already run away stopped and turned back to look at him curiously.
Fang Wuxiu struggled with his words, and then said awkwardly:
"What happened when you were a child is my fault."
Lin Xiaolu was stunned when he heard this, then glanced at the old man, turned around and continued running, laughing as he ran:
"I've long forgotten what happened when I was a kid, ho ho ho ho ho~"
Listening to the young man's flamboyant laughter, Fang Wuxiu rolled his eyes and said with disdain:
"Forgot? Forgot that you little bastard smiled so happily? You really deserve a beating, huh!"
At the same time, the sky above Tianzhu Yeshi Temple has completely turned into a battlefield. The monks from China and Tianzhu are fighting each other. There are violent explosions everywhere, and everything you look at is a sea of fire. The vastness of the battlefield is even more eye-catching. Can't see beyond.
Originally, Shenzhou was almost at a disadvantage due to fewer enemies and more enemies, but fortunately, the addition of the Chinese teenagers brought the combat power of both sides back to the same level again.
At this moment, Zen Master Wuxin is at Lotus Temple, Situ Zhong, Ye Qingluan, and Luo Zhong are at Yeshi Temple, while other people and animals are fighting for their lives with the rest of Tianzhu, everywhere in the sky and on the ground. On the battlefield, and due to too many spiritual explosions, many surrounding cities have been ignited with raging fires. There are seas of fire everywhere, and even the air has become scorching.
At this moment, somewhere on the battlefield
A Tianzhu monk who was in the Dan Formation Realm looked at the two teenagers in front of him and showed a cruel smile.
"Brother Nianyun, this monk laughs so pervertedly."
"Yes, he's a little silly. Look at him, his mouth is almost watering."
Chen Nianyun and Tan Songlei kept mumbling, and the Tianzhu monk in front of them also muttered a lot of words to them.
"Brother Nianyun, do you know what he said?"
"I'm not sure. He's probably scolding us."
"Hey, it would be great if Brother Lu was here. I'm not very good at swearing." Tan Songlei looked regretful.
While the two were talking, the Tianzhu monk suddenly took off the rosary beads in his hand. Chen Nianyun and Tan Songlei suddenly felt like they were facing a formidable enemy and drew their swords to face each other!
The other party was in the Dan Formation realm, so they didn't dare to be careless.
Two young sword cultivators and a Tianzhu Buddha looked at each other angrily, and the air seemed to be full of murderous intent.
And just when the Tianzhu monk was about to take action, he suddenly stiffened! Then do the splits right on the spot!
This sudden scene stunned both Chen Nianyun and Tan Songlei, but when they looked around, they didn't see Tangyuan, only the Tianzhu monk doing the splits and screaming.
"Do it!"
Chen Nianyun did not hesitate and drew his sword at the same time as Tan Songlei!
Monk Tianzhu, who was doing splits on the spot, immediately wanted to defend himself when he saw this, but was hit hard on the back of his head.
Before the spiritual power behind him was activated, he was staggered immediately, and the next moment, Tan Songlei's Shushan Sword Technique and Chen Nianyun's Dungling Sword Technique attacked at the same time!
"Boom!"
There were two loud noises in a row, and two bloody holes were blasted out of Monk Tianzhu's chest.
Looking at the two teenagers in front of him, he opened his mouth with difficulty, and finally tilted his head and died.
Looking at the monk who died in a daze, Chen Nianyun was still a little confused:
"Tangyuan?" He called out tentatively.
"Hey, Brother Nianyun, I'm here."
Behind the monk's corpse, a naked glutinous rice ball appeared.
Chen Nianyun:......
Tan Songlei:......
"Brother Tang, what are you doing?"
"This is my latest invention of the invisible pill." Tangyuan said proudly:
"You two continue, I'll find the next cub."
As he said that, he moved his little buttocks and left, leaving Chen Nianyun and Tan Songlei messy in the wind.
Especially Tan Songlei, he looked at Tangyuan's back for a long time and couldn't help but raise his sword and bow:
"Tang Tiandi!"
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In a Buddhist temple burning with raging fire, Ha Yi, whose eyes were covered with black cloth and holding a bamboo stick, maintained his posture of drawing his sword with his backhand, feeling the positions of several Tianzhu monks around him.
Among these people, there were two Pill Builders and twelve Foundation Builders, and they had already surrounded him.
The surrounding halls and courtyard walls were burning with raging fires, and even the Buddha statues in the hall were constantly burning, which made Ha Yi's face shine brighter and brighter.
Master asked me to go down to earth and do the right thing.
Killing you, I think is the right thing to do.
Surrounded by flames, the blind boy slowly drew out his sword~
