Chen Bei let go of the fire stick and flew several meters away.
But the moment he stopped, the old monk Huiming's Zen staff followed him like a shadow.
Along with the Zen staff, there was Taoist priest Yimu's flying sword.
Although the sword was made of wood, the cold light coming from the sword made Chen Bei feel that the wooden sword could cut everything.
"What a sword!"
Chen Bei dodged and suddenly jumped onto the path of the wooden sword. Chen Bei reached out and grabbed the wooden sword and actually grabbed the wooden sword in his hand.
Yimu's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly ran the magic formula, but the spiritual energy in Chen Bei's body instantly covered the sword body. Before the old Taoist priest could even react, the thunder seed in his body squeezed out a little of the most powerful one. The pure power of thunder and lightning followed Chen Bei's meridians and wiped away the aura on the wooden sword.
"Shu Zi, you dare!"
Yi Mu spontaneously spurted out a mouthful of blood. This was the sword he had been hoarding for decades. The peach wood itself was already hard to find for a thousand years, not to mention that it was a piece of lightning-struck wood.
But now, Chen Bei took it away easily.
I didn't get any benefit at all, but I got a sword. Ichimo's heart almost broke at this moment, he just wanted to kill people.
What a bullshit demeanor as a Heavenly Master, it really pisses me off!
Facing Yimu's hateful gaze, Chen Bei held his sword in the air, smiled faintly, and said calmly:
"In your eyes, I am like an ant."
"But I don't know that in my eyes, you are no different from those people just now."
"You want to use those people to test my strength, but how can you ants test my strength?"
Every time Chen Bei said something, the expressions of these three people darkened a little.
Just as Chen Bei said, they did intend to use the old lord to test Chen Bei, but they did not expect the old lord and others to be so vulnerable.
The so-called seven great masters seemed like a joke in front of Chen Bei.
After Chen Bei played with those people, they stood up, but now Chen Bei's words came out.
It made them even more furious.
This damn milk doll actually compares himself with those trashes. It's really unreasonable!
But Chen Bei still didn't restrain himself and continued to taunt: "In my eyes, the three of you and the seven people just now are just... ants and grasshoppers."
Chen Bei spoke the last few words as if he was scorning the world.
"A sanctimonious person deserves to be called a demon-slayer and a defender!"
When these words fell into the ears of several people, their faces darkened again, but Xiao Ruyi, who had been hiding in the villa, suddenly felt his heart surge when he heard these words.
you do not say!
Just because they have a high realm, they can decide the life and death of others at will. If they are slightly dissatisfied, they will slaughter the family and exterminate the clan.
There is no such truth!
It's better for Chen Bei to teach them a lesson like this.
But when she thought of this, Xiao Ruyi's heart couldn't help but darken again.
At this moment, Chen Bei was becoming more and more dazzling, and Xiao Ruyi felt more and more that she was not qualified even if she was standing next to Chen Bei.
However, immediately, Xiao Ruyi couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Although Chen Bei kept making bold words, he was ultimately facing the three great earth immortals.
The more they anger them, the more tragic the battle will be.
"Amitabha!"
A Sanskrit sound pierced the air, and Huiming's voice was as loud as the heaven and the earth: "Donor, I have been deeply possessed by the devil. This poor monk has offended me!"
"Fuck you!"
Chen Bei cursed angrily, and finally couldn't help but raise his sword and kill the bald donkey.
This sanctimonious monk has jumped out to disgust me for the first time.
The old monk also noticed Chen Bei's murderous intention, and his momentum suddenly changed suddenly, and his cassock was blown by the strong energy.
Throwing up the Zen staff in his hand, Monk Huiming chanted the Buddha's name again. It sank instantly and fell straight onto the thick ice of the lake.
The Zen staff hung in the air. The old monk's thin palm reached forward and suddenly made two marks.
Above the sky, there were two more palm prints.
They attacked Chen Bei from both sides.
There are quite a few gimmicks.
Chen Bei's eyes were pale, he really didn't know where these people came up with so many weird magical powers in this era of Dharma End.
Even the Zen staff became larger and larger under the urging of the old monk. Then the hand in the void squeezed the Zen staff tightly and smashed it towards Chen Bei.
The old monk on the ground suddenly slumped his right foot toward the ice, and the ice instantly shattered.
The old monk's dry palm reached into the ice and actually pulled out a huge piece of ice.
He raised it above his head and blocked his head.
At this moment, Chen Bei's wooden sword also fell on the ice.
Chen Bei's spiritual energy stirred the ice in the old monk's hand, and the ice in the old monk's hand suddenly turned into ice cream inch by inch under the stirring of Chen Bei's spiritual energy.
Endless explosions sounded, and Chen Bei suddenly looked towards the old monk, only to see that the old monk's face was still neither happy nor sad.
A pair of hands had already grasped the blade of the mahogany sword.
The old monk's hand exudes a faint golden light. You don't need to think about it to know that this is the power of merit that the old monk has cultivated for many years.
Chen Bei swooped down and the old monk caught him with his hands. After Chen Bei, the old monk's Zen staff was already less than ten feet away from Chen Bei.
If Chen Bei doesn't let go of his sword to dodge at this moment, the Zen staff will definitely hit Chen Bei hard.
The Earth Immortal is really much stronger than the Grand Master.
"Kill!" Chen Bei ignored him and held the hilt of the sword. His eyes were filled with ice, his muscles and bones roared, and the veins on his hands looked like dragons. Chen Bei's eyes suddenly shot out a flash of lightning!
"Die!"
Chen Bei's shout filled the world, and the old monk felt that the ice was even more shattered by Chen Bei's shout.
And above the wooden sword, thunder light flashed, and with Chen Bei's voice, the wooden sword was pressed down another foot.
Touching his heart, even the old monk could feel the coldness coming from the wooden sword.
The old monk was shocked, as if he had seen something incredible, and muttered, "How is this possible?"
But Chen Bei didn't give him any chance, a cruel smile appeared on his lips, and the strength in his hands became a little stronger.
The wooden sword stabbed another inch straight into the old monk's heart, and the blood stained the old monk's cassock.
The old monk didn't care about anything else. His hands were filled with golden light and he tried hard to shake Chen Bei away. His face suddenly became extremely pale.
But above the sky, as the old monk fell into trouble, the old monk's originally proud sad wind hand suddenly lost its momentum, and the Zen staff in his hand also slumped back to its original shape, pointing straight towards the ice. Fell down.
The old monk spit out a mouthful of blood, turned his head suddenly, and shouted to the old Taoist priest: "Yi Mu, why don't you do it?"
