Amitofu looked at Ah Shan sideways, as if he were looking at a child.
Seeing Amitofu's mocking expression, Ah Shan glared and immediately responded.
Seeing Ah Shan's expression, Amitofel was happy.
He pronounced the Buddha's name and said in a deep voice: "Ah Shan, the Buddha will save you today."
After speaking, he waved to the soldiers, who handed over a weapon.
Amitabha's name is unique, and his weapons are also unique.
Amitabha has a deep connection with the Buddha, and his weapon is a Zen staff.
This Zen staff is not an ordinary Zen staff. It is made of iron and weighs twenty kilograms.
Although the Amitabha Zen Staff is not as heavy as Ah Shan's Xuanhua Ax, it is heavier than the long-handled sword.
What's more, Ah Shan is now seriously injured, which immediately gives Amitofu confidence.
Seeing Amitofu take out his Zen staff, Ashan immediately got on his horse and waved to his soldiers.
The soldier had already handed him the Xuanhua ax. Ashan approached the Xuanhua ax, his momentum suddenly exploded.
Seeing Ah Shan's sudden burst of momentum, Amitofu couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Seeing Amitofu's appearance, a sarcastic smile appeared on Ashan's face, and Ashan and Arroyo's men couldn't help laughing.
Arroyo also wanted to laugh, but her body was in too much pain, so she had to smile bitterly.
Aman smiled gently, not knowing what he was thinking.
Arroyo thought to herself that the higher Ashan jumped, the harder he fell, and it would be best for both of them to die together.
Amitofu glanced at Ah Shan suspiciously, and nodded when he saw the coagulated black blood on his back and abdomen.
He then sneered: "Ah Shan, you want to scare Buddha with this, no way, just look at the Zen staff."
After saying that, Amitabha waved his Zen staff and ran towards Ashan on horseback.
Not to be outdone, Ah Shan shouted and struck at Amitofu with the Xuanhua ax in his hand.
With a clang, the two weapons collided hard.
Both sides were extremely strong and their weapons were heavy, and both felt their arms shake.
Amitofu's horse took two steps back, but Ah Shan actually took five steps back.
Amitofu couldn't help but be overjoyed to see that Ah Shan was seriously injured and his strength was no longer what it used to be.
Amitabh's men all shouted: "Lord Buddha, mighty, Lord Buddha, mighty."
Apollo's son A Bing hated Arroyo and Ashan so much that he wished that Ashan would die, and even led his men to cheer desperately.
"General Ahsan, mighty, General Ahsan, mighty." Not to be outdone, Arroyo's subordinates cheered for Ahsan.
But there was only one tribe on their side, and they were immediately suppressed by two tribes.
Fortunately, many soldiers of the royal family admired Ah Shan, and they also cheered for Ah Shan, and they barely managed a draw.
Ashan saw that he was not as strong as the opponent and did not dare to confront the opponent head-on.
He had no choice but to change his strategy, pinch the horse's belly, and spin around the opponent.
The two jingled for forty or fifty rounds, both of them sweating profusely and panting.
Although Ah Shan did not fight head-on with his opponent, his speed was getting slower and slower.
When Arroyo and his son saw this, they all sneered.
The big ghost master's position is indeed good, but he has to pay for his life.
Amitofu and the Apollo tribe all turned red in the face, excited and shouted: "The Buddha is mighty, the Buddha is mighty."
"Ah Shan, today will be your death anniversary next year," Amitofu was extremely happy and laughed loudly.
After saying that, he roared loudly and swept the Zen staff towards Ashan with the sound of whistling wind.
He has exhausted all his strength and is bound to win.
As long as he is hit, Ah Shan will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die.
His Zen staff is extremely heavy, far beyond the ability of armor to withstand it.
Amidst the banging sound, Amitofu's Zen staff hit Ashan as expected.
Ah Shan was hit, his body shook a few times, and he dropped the Xuanhua ax in his hand. He was also thrown from his horse, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
The war horse was very humane. Not only did it turn its head, it also licked his face with its tongue.
But Amitofu was even worse. The smile on his face remained fixed throughout his life.
Before his laughter could stop, he found his head moving away from him, blood spurting from his neck, and he soon fell down.
As his body fell, Amitabh entered darkness permanently.
Apollo and the people of the Amitofu tribe were dumbfounded for a moment, standing there as if they were petrified, with their mouths wide open and unable to close for a long time.
Amitofu's son Abing's face felt like he had been slapped countless times. His face was so hot that he wanted to stick his head into his crotch immediately.
"Father, father." After saying that, his vision went dark and he fainted immediately.
Apollo's son A Bing was stunned. He opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Is this true? I don't believe it."
Arroyo couldn't help laughing, and blood spurted out of her mouth as she laughed.
Seeing Ah Shan fall from his horse to the ground, his soldiers came up crying.
They led horses, carried weapons, and rescued people. When they came to You Lang, they kowtowed with bang bang bang.
Wandering Detective Ashan nodded, then pinched Ren Zhong hard with his nose.
About a hundred breaths later, Ashan woke up leisurely.
In fact, Ah Shan was not unconscious at all. The simplified version of the Xianjia plate armor he wore, like a vest, protected him to the maximum extent, and it was just a skin injury.
But in front of everyone, he wanted to maintain his tragic image and pretended to be seriously injured and passed out.
When Na Ming saw Ah Shan waking up, a smile appeared on his lips.
He threw the big seal of Arroyo, the big ghost master, and laughed loudly and said: "Ah Shan, you are the big ghost master now."
"Greetings to the Great Ghost Lord, paying homage to the Great Ghost Lord." Ah Shan's soldiers were so happy that they all knelt down to pay homage.
When Arroyo saw this, he roared and died.
He threw out the position of the Great Ghost Lord, originally letting Ah Shan and Amitabh die together.
Arroyo is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also good at calculations and strategies.
It was his talent and strategy that allowed the Arroyo tribe to transform from the weakest among the great ghost masters to the strongest, even surpassing the royal family.
Unexpectedly, Ah Shan not only killed Amitofu, but also survived.
This is really Zhou Yu's clever plan to calm the world, losing his wife and losing his troops.
Aman's face turned pale and he fainted immediately.
Ah Shan stepped forward and hurriedly pinched A Man's body.
Aman woke up leisurely, his eyes were dull, as if he had lost his soul.
Ah Shan bowed his hands to A Man: "A Man, I am a great ghost master who still lacks a long history. I hope A Man will not dislike it."
When Arroyo's soldiers saw this, they had a look of surprise on their faces.
A long history is equivalent to the prime minister of the tribe, which is the best result.
"Thank you, Lord Ghost." Aman sighed, this is already the best result.
Na Ming stepped forward to congratulate him, with a happy smile on his face and congratulated him.
Then he asked: "Master Ashan, how do you distribute these ten sets of immortal plate armor?"
This was an extremely hot matter, and Ah Shan couldn't help but look at the Apollo and Amitofu tribes.
Apollo's son Abing and Amitofu's son Ami saw Ashan with hatred in their eyes.
They wanted to take out the sword in their hands and kill Ah Shan quickly.
