After receiving the affirmation, Azi was filled with joy: "Thank you brother-in-law for the compliment, I will work hard!"
When the two of them were talking, Zhitong, Mao Tai, and the Six Great Vajras were all dumbfounded, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
AhZi's attack just now was too fast, and the swordsmanship of transforming dozens of phantoms and assassinating dozens of people with one blow was even more unbelievable, so that none of Zhitong and the others could react in time to help.
"I made a mistake..." Zhitong murmured, his fat figure trembled, he came back to his senses, looked at Qin Ran and the others cautiously, and said in a deep voice: "Which sect of swordsmen are you from? Why are you with me? Is Ciyun Temple an enemy?"
"Sword Immortal?" Qin Ran chuckled: "You monks, you really put your own face on it. You are still a mortal, but you are still a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from becoming an immortal. You can only refine a flying sword. You dare to call yourself the Sword Immortal, you are really shameless."
"We don't dare to be as shameless as you." Long Er said leisurely: "We are just ordinary sword cultivators with no skills or sect. We just can't see that your strength is low but you occupy such a precious land, so we I came to you to test the sword and grab a place to stay."
Zhitong's expression was extremely ugly, "It turns out we are members of the same sect! Since they are all evil sects that are not tolerated by the righteous way, why do they still kill each other?"
"Who is in the same sect with you? Stop putting gold in your own face." Huanwan said disdainfully: "If we are in the same sect as you shameless, brainless and incurable 250 people, wouldn't we be very out of character?"
Ah Zi helped: "That's right, you guys, the bad guys are not elegant at all. Saying that we are your comrades is simply an insult to us!"
"You!" Zhitong was so angry that he gritted his teeth, pointed at Ah Zi and Huan Huan and said, "Buddha is a direct descendant of Wutai and a disciple of Patriarch Hunyuan. How can you insult him arbitrarily! You two sharp-tongued maidservants, how can you treat Buddha like this?" To capture you, I have to..."
"Okay, please stop saying a few words." Qin Ran suddenly spoke, interrupting Zhitong's conversation, "Wu'er, Mao Tai is yours. Azi, you kill the four kings. Long'er, go meet Zhitong. I I’ll hold on to you.”
Huanwen said yes and smiled brightly at Mrs. Mao: "Mr. Mao, you have a disciple named Zhang Liang, right? He was in the capital of Shu just now, and he accidentally killed him!"
"What?" Mao Tai was shocked, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Zhang Liang and he were called master and disciple, but they were actually close friends. He accepted Zhang Liang as his disciple because he loved Zhang Liang's male beauty so much. When I heard the bad news about Zhang Liang, my eyes suddenly turned red and I was furious.
"Bitch, take your life!" With a roar, Mao Tai flicked his hand and released the "Red Yin Sword" given by his master, the golden-bodied Arhat Fayuan. It turned into a yellow sword light and stabbed Hanhan quickly. .
Huanwan had a charming smile on her face, but she didn't dare to be careless in her heart. She stepped on the waves, her body was a shadow, and while she was walking around to dodge the sword light, she stretched out her slender hand and grabbed Mao Tai from a distance.
When she grabbed it, a dark claw suddenly flew out from her palm. The devilish energy was thick, and her finger bones were like hooks. It flew through the air and grabbed the top of Mao Tai's head.
When Huanwan and Mao Tai were fighting, Long'er pulled out the Fire Lin Sword and hooked his fingers at Zhitong: "Monk Thief, I heard that you have refined three flying swords? Release them all and let me see them!"
Zhitong was extremely angry and laughed back: "You little girl who doesn't know the heights of the world! Lord Buddha will let you have a taste of his power!" As he spoke, he slapped the back of his head and released three sword lights. His troops divided into three groups and attacked Long'er like lightning.
Long Er's spirit perked up and he yelled, "Well done!" He stabbed three swords in a row and blocked three rays of sword light.
The Fire Lin Sword and the sword light clashed, bursting into a brilliant rain of light. Long Er felt his wrists were slightly numb, and thought to himself: "As expected of a monk, the sword light is so powerful!"
With her current strength, even if a stone the size of a small house fell from a hundred-foot-high cliff and hit her sword with great momentum, it would not cause her wrist to go numb. And Zhitong's three seemingly light sword lights, three strikes, can make her wrist feel numb, which shows its ability.
Long'er didn't dare to be careless. After blocking the three sword lights, before the three sword lights struck again, the Fire Lin Sword pointed at Zhitong in the distance. The light and shadow on the sword flashed and shot out one after another brilliant sword lights, hitting Zhitong in succession. .
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Zhitong has never seen this kind of swordsmanship that does not release the flying sword, but uses the sword to fire sword light and continuously strike. He was suddenly shocked and did not care to stab Long'er with the flying sword again. He recalled three sword lights and danced around him. It must be watertight and block the bombardment of Long Er's sword light.
Seeing that the master was in a hurry, the four kings quickly released a dim sword light that was neither gray nor white, and attacked Long'er separately.
Ah Zi sneered: "You are mine!" He pulled out the long sheath again, transformed into four phantoms, and blocked four sword lights at the same time.
At this point, Long'er, Huanwan, and Azi all faced their respective opponents, using their own methods to fight the six monks in a wonderful way.
Qin Ran stood by and watched, giving advice from time to time.
"Long'er, when the sword light strikes, don't always go straight. You can attack the flanks or even the back."
"Han'er, your magic strategy has been mixed with a wisp of sinister energy that I captured for you, and it can contaminate the magic weapon Flying Sword. The quality of Mao Taifei's flying sword is not high, it is easily contaminated and loses its spirituality. You break his flying sword first, He can only be at your mercy."
"Azi, don't be afraid of fighting with the four flying swords. Although your sword is an ordinary sword, the quality of their flying swords is also quite average. You hold the long sword in your hand, and your true energy is concentrated on the sword body, which is full of strength. They Their flying thrusts are not strong enough to cut through your sword, but you will have a chance to cut off their swords."
Under Qin Ran's guidance, Long Er, Huan Huan and A Zi became more courageous as they fought.
At first, because they were not familiar with the monk's fighting style, they were slightly behind. After slowly adapting, they gradually regained the balance and fought equally with their opponents. After fighting for a while, they got guidance from Qin Ran and gained a lot of understanding and experience in actual combat. They became more and more comfortable in the fight and began to suppress their opponents in turn.
Long'er no longer stood at a stand and fired sword light, but stepped on the waves, transformed into a phantom, and walked around in all directions. At the same time, he continued to fire sword light, attacking Zhitong from all directions. The sword light no longer went straight, but flew in arcs, attacking Zhitong's vital points from various tricky angles.
Huanwan no longer only pursues hitting the opponent's body, but flies to catch Mao Tai's sword light, trying to break his flying sword first, and then take his life. Mrs. Mao didn't dare to let Feijian be caught by the claws of Hanhan's demon, and she was beaten until she was helpless and suffocated.
AhZi put aside her worries, opened and closed her long sword, and collided with the flying swords of the four Vajras repeatedly, causing sharp clashes of gold and iron, and countless dazzling sparks flying out. During the clash of swords, her long sword certainly made countless holes the size of mung beans. The flying swords of the four kings also became incomplete, and their sword light became dimmer.
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