He slid a line of blood from below, narrowly escaping the encirclement, and came to the back of the monks. Seeing this, a monk roared and turned to bayonet. Lin Xiaolu was not afraid at all, and slapped him with one palm!
"Chi~"
The long and narrow blade penetrated the palm of his hand, making a long friction sound. Lin Xiaolu said nothing, pushed his palm forward, and finally grabbed the monk's hand holding the knife, letting the back of the knife penetrate more than a meter long. katana!
Such a terrifying scene made everyone stunned, but Lin Xiaolu didn't even blink. He stared with blood-red eyes, and his palm was pierced with blood, but he didn't react at all. Instead, he squeezed hard!
"Crack!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
Even the Japanese pill-forming monk screamed in pain when his hand bones were crushed, and his whole body was so painful that he almost knelt down, but Lin Xiaolu didn't give him a chance to kneel down, as if he was soaking in a pool of blood. Hong's right hand held him, and then he punched out with his left hand in a spiral, and a "Puff!" sound penetrated directly through his chest.
The remaining monks stared blankly. Soon, the man fell down. Lin Xiaolu silently broke off the blade, pulled out the wasted palm of his right hand, then winked at them and showed a friendly smile:
"Come on, next one!"
The Japanese monk was startled.
There are less than a dozen of them in total, and so far, half of them have been killed by the Chinese boy in front of them!
And he's not dead yet! After suffering so many stab wounds and serious injuries, he still didn't fall down!
Isn’t this Chinese person immortal?
In the field, the Japanese monks were a little frightened, but Lin Xiaolu, who was carrying the blood of the dragon, stood quietly and did not move for a while.
It's not that he doesn't want to move, but that right now... he really doesn't have enough strength.
His right hand was completely numb due to excessive blood loss.
In addition, the stab wounds on his back, the stab wounds on his neck, and the blunt injuries on his forehead and back of his head that were blasted by spiritual magic all made him a little shaken now.
He calculated that there were seven remaining monks, and he might, perhaps, should, seem unable to kill them.
Well, can you work hard and kill one more?
Try your best to kill one more person.
Lin Xiaolu, who had lost too much blood and was already feeling dizzy, thought this way.
The Japanese monk in front of him looked at Lin Xiaolu, who was struggling to keep himself up. For a moment, he was a little frightened. They all looked at each other and dared not take action. But when both sides were in a stalemate, Lin Xiaolu, who had lost too much blood, was becoming increasingly drowsy. Suddenly his legs went weak.
He staggered back a few steps and almost fell down. Seeing this scene, the Japanese monk was instantly ecstatic!
This kid is dying!
For a moment, all the Japanese monks became excited and shouted, preparing to take action against Lin Xiaolu, who was exhausted. Seeing this, Lin Xiaolu's face became even more ugly.
Seeing the monks shouting in front of him and preparing to take action, Lin Xiaolu, who had become a bloody man, looked embarrassed.
This situation is a bit overwhelming.
"Roar!"
Just when the two sides were about to start fighting again, a soaring dragon roar suddenly sounded from the sky. Immediately afterwards, a black divine dragon shadow fell from the sky, exploding a deep pit between the Japanese monk and Lin Xiaolu, deeply blocking everyone. The footsteps of Japanese people.
Immediately afterwards, people saw a charming woman wearing a blue dress falling from the sky, and a palace door in the distance was violently blasted open, and a young man in black rushed over from the dust and ashes.
Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment when he saw Liu Yuniang standing in front of him like a magic weapon descending from the sky. Liu Yuniang turned half of her face and smiled charmingly at him:
"Long time no see, Mr. Lin."
After reacting, Lin Xiaolu couldn't help but smile, spit out his breath and asked:
"It's been a long time, where is Wu Gu?"
"My master is dealing with that old monk."
After Liu Yuniang finished speaking, Tang Long, dressed in black, also came to Lin Xiaolu.
He flicked his wrist and while warming up, he looked at these Japanese monks with a murderous look on his face, then turned to look at Lin Xiaolu, who was almost out of strength, and laughed:
"You were beaten very badly. Will you still be brave in the future?"
Lin Xiaolu rolled his eyes and said sternly: "A man should be like me and live towards death. Don't you think I'm handsome now? This is called blood-stained style."
Tang Long couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and then looked at the Japanese people in front of him again. The black dragon tattoo on his arm continued to glow.
"These pills are all injured." Lin Xiaolu tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes and said while wrapping his bleeding palms:
"I think I can kill a few more if I try hard."
"Don't try so hard that you'll kill yourself." Tang Long said angrily, "You can still save her now, but you might be able to save her later."
"How could it be possible? I'm so awesome. If you don't believe me, just ask Sister Liu."
Hearing this, Liu Yuniang lightly covered her red lips and smiled:
"It's all Mr. Lin's orders."
In the field, Tang Long looked at the injured monks in front of him, his eyes became more and more sharp, and then he took out the solid iron nunchaku from his lower back and threw it up unhurriedly. Liu Yuniang also frowned slightly, always ready. Transform.
A moment later, Tang Long roared fiercely and charged forward first. Liu Yuniang also rushed out, while all the Japanese monks also roared and charged with swords drawn!
"Ata!"
Tang Long took the lead, his nunchucks danced rapidly, and he jumped into the air. His nunchucks were raised high, like a dragon entering the sea. Sparks instantly collided with a monk's katana, and Liu Yuniang also turned into a blue and white python in mid-air and pounced on a pill-forming monk.
In the ruins, Lin Xiaolu, who was among a man and a demon, endured his physical discomfort, took a deep breath, and then waved his bloody hand:
"Come!"
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At the same time, in the sky outside the imperial city, Xiuye, Zongchun and Muzan looked at each other and said at the same time:
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has been traveling in the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time! He has seen that the five aggregates are all empty and has overcome all sufferings!"
As the Heart Sutra was recited, the Buddha's light on both of them shone brightly. The gold and black Buddha's light and the gold and red Buddha's light twined over the two of them, and they blended together for a moment.
Xiu Ye Zongchun stared at Wugou and read quickly:
"Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, there is no worry in the heart. Because there is no worry, there is no fear. Stay away from upside-down dreams, and finally reach nirvana!"
Wugou opened his blood-red eyes, shed bloody tears, and read the same words:
"Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, there is no worry in the heart. Because there is no worry, there is no fear. Stay away from upside-down dreams, and finally reach nirvana!"
The two Buddha's lights continued to fight in the air, shining brighter and brighter in the sky, and Qin Congcong below was stunned.
It was truly a fight between eminent monks, without using hands. It was so cool. The fifteen-year-old girl thought in shock, feeling that she had gained a lot of knowledge this time.
Soon, the innocent Buddha's light in the sky became brighter and brighter, while Xiu Ye Zongchun's Buddha's light began to dim. Seeing this scene, Xiu Ye Zongchun's expression suddenly tightened, and his old face began to become more ferocious, and he chanted sutras faster. It was getting faster and faster, directly surpassing Wu Gu's chanting speed, and he screamed loudly:
"Reveal the truth, uncover the truth, Polo reveals the truth, Pāloṇṭhāna reveals the truth, Bodhisattva reveals the truth!"
After reciting the last mantra, the golden and black Buddha light above his head surged again, and the Buddha light turned into a strange shadow of the Buddha that was half Buddha and half demon, roaring viciously at the innocent golden and red Buddha light!
But Wu Gu was not afraid at all, and said softly and quietly:
"Revealing the truth, uncovering the truth, Polo reveals the truth, Pāloṇṭhāna reveals the truth, Bodhi...Savaha..."
As the fluttering words fell, the golden and red Buddha light he emitted also began to gather, but it was different from Xiu Ye Zongjun's half-Buddha and half-demon. The untainted Buddha light gathered into a huge statue of Guanyin with closed eyes, noble and holy, with flying ribbons. , lifelike, and the whole body is full of kindness and gentleness.
High in the sky, Xiu Ye Zongjun's One Thought Twin Buddha was not afraid at all when facing the innocent Guanyin statue. The roaring mouth seemed to devour her. But at this moment, the huge Guanyin's eyes suddenly opened slightly. Eyes exposed!
Her eyes were the same as Wu Gu's, both were blood red!
The next moment, a bloody light shot out from Guanyin's eyes, covering the heaven and the earth. However, instead of being cruel and evil, this blood-colored gaze revealed the great mercy of the world.
On the other hand, when he thought about the Twin Buddhas, he who originally roared sternly started to tremble after seeing the blood-eyed Guanyin, and let out a low and shrill roar in despair!
Xiu Ye Zongchun was completely confused, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble. He looked at the huge blood-eyed Guanyin and remembered a legend in his heart.
The blood-eyed Guanyin does not open her eyes, and she travels through the world in six paths of compassion.
If the blood-eyed Guanyin opens his eyes, he dares to call the Tathagata to descend from the underworld!
