With a thought in his mind, Bai Zizai, who was already on guard, shattered the thin layer of spiritual power that had already covered the body's surface with the sneak attack of Haoran Qi.
"We are all old acquaintances, so don't show off your little tricks like this to embarrass yourself."
Ouyang Liuyun ignored him, took a deep breath, and then raised his hands to press down. Bai Zizai felt as if a mountain peak had hit him on his shoulder. With an ouch, his body was pressed to the ground and he was half-kneeling.
"Four bullying one of me is not the way of a gentleman. You people in Shushan are so shameless."
Bai Zizai withdrew the flying sword, and while controlling the flying sword to chop the invisible aura of aura above his head, he scolded angrily.
"Niubi, Xiaozi, if you don't help me, are you preparing to die for me?"
Murong Canghai stopped five feet away, made a hand seal, and muttered words. In the next moment, countless fire crows and golden crows flew towards the people in Shushan.
Wei Junxian flicked his robe sleeves, and his vast aura formed a large invisible net, easily catching all the flying Fire Crows and Golden Crows.
The four people in the Demon Palace jumped up high, and their bodies were like stone bullets thrown by a trebuchet. Carrying the power that seemed to be able to destroy everything, they fell towards the center of the seven people in Shushan.
"Liaofan!"
Wei Junxian called out softly, and the young monk shook his head helplessly, sighed and sat on the ground, reciting Buddhist scriptures.
A Buddha statue with brilliant golden light and angry eyebrows appeared out of thin air, covering all seven people in Shushan.
The four people from the Demon Palace who were smashed down from mid-air touched the golden Buddha statue, and their whole bodies immediately creaked like burning, bursts of blue smoke came out, and then they were bounced away.
How to come, and how to go back.
"Is it possible, Xiao Zizi? Didn't I say that the Demon Palace's skills can restrain Shushan?"
Bai Zizai, who was suppressed by the invisible mountain and could not move, did not forget to mock.
"Bai Wuchang is blind. That is clearly the Immortal King's Dharma of the Great Compassion Temple. What does it have to do with Shushan?"
Ye He, who landed safely, spat out a mouthful of blood foam and defended himself.
"I don't care about that. If you don't show some skills, I won't be involved in this nonsense."
As soon as Bai Zizai finished speaking, several thunderbolts fell from the sky, passed through the Fudo Ming King's Dharma without any hindrance, and bombarded the young monk.
"Ahhhhh..."
The young monk Liaofan was bombarded and let out a series of miserable howls, with smoke rising from his head, and the Fudo Ming King's Dharma disappeared accordingly.
"Wei Junxian shall die!"
Ye He roared angrily and jumped up. He punched his chest in mid-air, opened his mouth and sprayed out a cloud of blood mist. After his body absorbed the blood mist, it began to mutate.
When Wei Junxian fell in front of him, Ye He still turned into a terrifying half-human, half-animal figure with tiger stripes all over his body and wings growing on his back.
The Demon Palace collects the essence and blood of ancient strange beasts. Every time someone makes a great contribution or a monster genius appears, a drop will be rewarded to help him refine it into his own essence and blood.
As a once-in-a-century decisive genius in the Demon Palace, Ye He received a drop of the blood essence of an ancient beast.
And at this moment, he used his unique trick to win the bottom of the box - Qiongqi's appearance.
In ancient times, strange beasts were extremely strange, destroying trust and abandoning loyalty, advocating evil words, appeasing and flattering mediocrity, accepting slander and searching for others, and false accusations to exalt virtue.
In layman's terms, it means being disloyal and unbelieving, not listening to good people, but only listening to other people's bad words.
Ye He used his ultimate move so early. I wonder if he was provoked by Bai Zizai's words.
His right palm, which had five sharp nails like blades, grabbed Wei Junxian's head. Wei Junxian's aura of awe in front of him was instantly corroded by the blood mist.
However, Wei Junxian did not panic at all. He reached out and grabbed the shoulder of the young monk Liaofan beside him, and lifted him up to block his head.
The little monk lamented, and his skin glowed with a metallic luster as he collided with the sharp claws falling from the sky.
When~
Ye He took a few steps back, rubbed his shoulders that were numb from the shock, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, his eyes filled with a crazy smile.
"The invincible golden body of the Great Mercy Temple, the young monk is a bit interesting."
"This donor has nothing to do with the young monk."
Liao Fan, who was held up by Wei Junxian as a shield, argued with a grimace.
At this time, the other three demon temple walkers had also sacrificed their life essence and blood, transformed into half-human and half-animal forms, and fought with Ouyang Liuyun and other Shushan disciples.
Although the blood used by these three people is not the essence and blood of ancient beasts, they are also the blood of monsters with notorious reputations, and their power is equally impressive.
"Work together to deal with the hypocrites first."
Without any constraints, Bai Zizai used his flying sword to kill Wei Junxian. Murong Canghai still stood not far away, releasing fire crows and golden crows at one moment, and attracting thunder at the other.
Facing the three top masters of his generation in the world, Wei Junxian was not afraid. While protecting the mysterious man in a burka behind him, he waved the little monk Liaofan to resist the attack.
The extremely sharp flying swords and Qiongqi's claws could only scratch the oily skin of the undefeated golden body every time they struck. The thunder that fell from time to time had a remarkable effect, making the little monk scream. Upon seeing this, Wei Junxian took out the imitation Spring and Autumn Pen, and whenever the thunder was about to fall, he used the pen to deflect the thunder and hit Ye He and Bai Zizai instead.
"Niubi, you traitor."
Bai Zizai, who was hit by a thunderbolt and covered in smoke, couldn't help but curse.
If he hadn't just suddenly thought of how Rong Fei had taught him how to use a flying sword as a lightning rod to attract lightning, he would have been hit so hard that his skin would be ripped open and his flesh would be charred on the outside and tender on the inside.
After all, Bai Zizai doesn't have a thick-skinned body like Ye He.
As a result, Murong Canghai no longer dared to use thunder techniques casually, and the battle situation suddenly became anxious.
On the other hand, although there was one less person in the Demon Palace, they had the upper hand by virtue of their mutually beneficial skills.
Ah~
A Shushan disciple screamed and a large piece of flesh was torn off his shoulder.
Holding a large piece of flesh and blood in his palm, Demon Palace Walking grinned ferociously and launched the Blood Refining Technique. Seeing this, Ouyang Liuyun quickly raised his foot to kick the injured fellow student away, but it turned out that it was already too late.
I saw blood spurting out freely along the wound on the Shushan disciple's shoulder. The Shushan disciple screamed in horror and tried to block the wound, but it was in vain.
In just one or two breaths, all the blood in this Shushan disciple's body was drained and he died.
The blood that was drawn out condensed into a blood ball. As the Demon Palace clenched its fists as it walked, it exploded and formed a large cloud of blood mist. The next moment, the blood mist was absorbed by the three Demon Palace's walking bodies.
After absorbing the blood mist, the momentum of the three demons walking in the temple became more and more fierce, making the Shushan side, which was already at a disadvantage and now even less one person, retreating steadily.
Wei Junxian's eyes were about to burst, but he could only barely maintain the situation from collapse and couldn't help at all.
Ah~
Another scream.
Another Shushan disciple was scratched in the heart and died on the spot.
Two people were killed one after another in the four-on-three match. Now, in two-on-three, Shushan's defeat is certain.
Ye He, who had been paying attention to the battle situation here, couldn't help but be ecstatic when he saw this, and his attacks became more and more swift and fierce.
Phew~
Ye He suddenly retreated.
During the violent retreat, his right hand grabbed the hilt of the flying sword that had penetrated his chest and pulled it out. Regardless of the sharp edge of the sword, he firmly grasped the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and the muscles in his arms bulged and he tried to break the despicable flying sword.
A bolt of lightning struck Ye He's shoulder. He was trembling so hard that he couldn't hold it back, so he could only let the flying sword break free and escape.
"mean!"
