Puff puff puff puff puff!
The sound of flying swords piercing flesh resounded in the silent martial arts hall.
Lu Chen lay on the ground, protecting Li Yuhan tightly. His back was pierced like a hedgehog by thirteen flying swords. Blood flowed along the wound and fell to the ground, dripping on Li Yuhan's body.
"Lu Chen!!"
"ah!"
Li Yuhan's eyes were red, and he couldn't believe that Lu Chen would actually die for him.
As early as in the ancient tomb, she already knew that Lu Chen was not Zhao Lei. She was deceiving herself and enjoying this happiness. But now when she saw Lu Chen blocking the flying sword for her and feeling the hot blood, she My heart trembled violently.
Whether it is Lu Chen or Zhao Lei, it no longer matters.
He is the most important person in his life.
Chu Huairou's eyes widened, looking at the bruised Lu Chen. She wished she was the one stabbed by the sword. Even though she was tied up, she still crawled towards Lu Chen desperately.
Meng Yutong could no longer control his emotions and cried directly.
He is only in his twenties, he has just fallen in love, and he is so nice.
Why, why do you have to let him die?
You bastards, you bastards.
Her eyes were red and she was struggling desperately. The nylon rope had cut his skin and the blood dyed the rope red, but she seemed to be unaware of the pain and still struggled hard.
Zhao Tianqing and others were also shocked. They didn't expect Lu Chen to die for a fierce ghost.
"You are willing to die for a fierce ghost. You are simply the scum of the warlock world. Today I will send you two bitches to meet in hell."
Zhao Tianqing drew out his sword from behind and stabbed Lu Chen.
"ah!"
Li Yuhan roared, and the black hair gradually turned scarlet, and the breath of terror, violence, and blood swept around him like an overwhelming force.
Even those as strong as Zhao Tianqing were forced back several steps by this terrifying wave of air.
"No, she's going to evolve."
Fierce ghosts are also divided into many levels.
After experiencing heartbreaking pain, Li Yuhan's strength reached a level comparable to that of Li Hongtu.
She spurted a flying sword from her mouth and went straight to kill Zhao Tianqing, but she forgot that there was more than one grandmaster in this room.
"Fellow Taoists, take action together to kill this evil ghost!"
As Zhao Tianqing shouted loudly, the other six people took action at the same time. The seven masters besieged a ghost, which was rare in the entire warlock world.
In just a few breaths, Li Yuhan was beaten with bruises all over his body.
The body also became dull and dull.
But looking at Lu Chen who was unconscious, Li Yuhan was unwilling to fail like this. She ignored the danger of losing her soul and directly ignited her soul, preparing to self-destruct and die with Zhao Tianqing and the others.
Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect Li Yuhan to be so crazy.
They quickly sealed their secrets, and a series of magical powers hit Li Yuhan's body, extinguishing the flame of her soul.
"I didn't expect that a little devil actually injured seven of us, but it's all over." Zhao Tianqing sneered, took out a charm, put it on the sword, and stabbed Li Yuhan.
The sword is full of holy energy. Once stabbed, Li Yuhan will be stunned.
But just when everyone thought that the dust was about to settle.
In the martial arts hall, a vast Buddhist sound suddenly came out.
"Amitabha."
Follow your words!
As the Buddha's voice entered their ears, the seven masters all felt a sledgehammer hit their chests. The seven of them took a step back at the same time. Zhao Tianqing, who was at the front, had blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
They looked towards the martial arts hall in disbelief, unable to believe that someone could injure them with just one word.
Under everyone's attention, a skinny monk walked in.
When he saw Li Yuhan with a dim body, he didn't take it seriously, but when he saw Lu Chen who was stabbed into a sieve, a trace of anger showed on his kind face.
At this moment, the highly respected monk seemed to turn into eight heavenly dragons in an instant, filled with murderous intent.
A chill rose in everyone's hearts, and cold sweat ran down their backs.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Tianqing was frightened and frightened, but he was not afraid of the seven grandmasters on his side.
The person who came was none other than Zen Master Kuji from Zhaode Temple.
He felt that Li Yuhan was fighting with someone, thinking that she was vicious and hard to change, so he was ready to subdue her, but he didn't expect to see Lu Chen in such a miserable state.
He liked this polite junior very much.
What's more, Li Yuhan was still wearing clothes from Zhaode Temple.
Zhao Tianqing and others hit not only Li Yuhan, but also his Zhaode Si face.
Zen Master Kuji waved his hand, and more than a dozen flying swords came out of his body. Then he took out an elixir and stuffed it into Lu Chen's mouth. He took out a few more elixirs, crushed them, and applied them to Lu Chen's wounds.
Seeing that Zen Master Kuji ignored him, Zhao Qiankun became angry: "Who are you? Why do you want to help this evil ghost?"
"Violent ghost??"
Zen Master Kuji raised his head and said coldly: "Didn't you see that she was wearing my Zhaode Temple clothes?"
Before Zhao Tianqing could react, the great monk on the side said excitedly: "The ghosts registered in Zhaode Temple are equivalent to warlocks and cannot be harmed."
Zhao Tianqing's face turned very ugly when he heard this. He naturally understood this rule, but he was unwilling to let Lu Chen and Li Yuhan go just like this.
But at this time, the other masters stopped him.
"Zhaode Temple's status in Buddhism is not low, forget it."
"We are no longer responsible for this matter."
"Lu Chen has been shot to pieces by you. He will be disabled even if he doesn't die. Let's retreat."
Zhao Tianqing glanced at Lu Chen. There were more than a dozen bloody holes on his back, one of which was right next to his heart. He would be disabled if he didn't die. Even if he didn't do anything, he probably wouldn't live long.
"Hmph, let's go."
Zhao Tianqing snorted angrily and was about to lead the people away, but just as they were about to walk out of the martial arts hall, a cold voice came from behind.
"The ghost who hurt me, Zhaode Temple, just left after saying he was leaving?"
Zhao Tianqing stopped and said angrily: "Old monk, don't be so shameless. We have seven masters here. What do you want?"
"Are you worthy of being called a master?"
Zen Master Kuji laughed disdainfully, then flicked his right hand, and a string of Buddhist beads flew towards everyone. When he was about to get close, the rope broke, and each beads hit the seven people's chests.
The seven people didn't react at all, and were sent flying dozens of meters away, with blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.
But it's not over yet.
Zen Master Kuji appeared next to Zhao Tianqing like a ghost. He grabbed one of Zhao Tianqing's flying swords and chopped it down with all his strength.
puff! !
Zhao Tianqing's right arm was chopped off instantly, and blood spattered on Zen Master Kuji's body, making him look like a Buddhist Vajra, killing so much! !
"Break off your arm as a warning."
"If you dare to break the rules of the sect again, I will destroy your whole sect."
