The last move that Prime Minister Liu mentioned was a third-grade Chaolu Realm Arhat.
As for what Sun Yuanji called a fish-or-death battle, it was two Morning Dew Realm Arhats who came together.
Jia Qiuhe stood on the city wall, looking at the entire battlefield, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Li Yegang made up his mind to fight to the death and step on Zhao Zhiqing to ascend to the throne. Two third-level Arhats participated in the battlefield, but something unexpected happened, and the situation suddenly fell into a disadvantageous position.
Of course, there were other masters who came from all directions. These people had the Xingxiu Cult killers to stop them. The scene was extremely bloody, and they were fighting in a chaotic manner. All of them were killing moves, and there was no flashiness at all.
"Mr. Zhao, are you helping Chen Liuyao, or are you going to capture Zhao Zhiqing quickly?"
Zhao Ruyu answered Qiao Baisu with action, and he rushed downstream.
For Chen Liuyao, he has exhausted all his kindness and righteousness. It is already a dead end. Seeking a glimmer of hope for life can be regarded as a mercy outside the law. If he still needs to die in the end, Zhao Ruyu has nothing to do.
Qiao Baisu retreated ten feet and watched the changes.
The remaining third-grade Arhat came, aiming directly at Chen Liuyao.
This person is a disaster while alive, and it would be best if he died.
Moreover, Qiao Baisu showed that he was an outsider, and Zhao Ruyu rushed to the battlefield downstream to prevent Zhao Zhiqing from being defeated. Killing Chen Liuyao right now is like slaughtering a chicken casually. After killing it, helping Zhao Zhiqing win the battle will not take long either. time.
It's just that this big arhat, whose Buddhist name was Hui Yun, just rushed to Chen Liuyao's side, glanced at Qiao Baisu, and was about to smash Chen Liuyao's head with his hands.
A sword intent that numbed his scalp, accompanied by extremely sharp sword energy, immediately struck his chest, causing the big Arhat to fly upside down into the river.
Shen Li galloped on his horse, and the withered red face in his hand bloomed brightly. Against the backdrop of such a magical weapon, the young man seemed like a sword fairy banished from the sky.
Drenched all over, Arhat emerged from the water and slapped him away.
He wasn't facing Shen Li, but Chen Liuyao who was still very close at hand.
Another sword.
Having experienced how powerful the sword energy was, the monk swung his fist, took a big step forward, and hit the sword energy.
He is a third-grade Chaolu Realm Arhat. How can he not resist the sword of a fourth-grade swordsman when he explodes with 100% of his strength?
If you really can't stop it, don't embarrass yourself outside. Go back to the temple and kneel under the Buddha statue to recite Amitabha.
The reality slapped the old monk hard.
His punch is no match for this sword.
The sword energy penetrated three inches into his bones, causing the pain on the old monk's face to sway, and the majestic mountain-like force pushed him into the water again.
Shen Li stood up on his horse, chopped into pieces the old monk's big palm condensed with Buddhist Qi, and rescued Chen Liuyao, who was still confused.
Danger after danger, he came a little late, and the boy from Zuichunlou was turned into a pulp by this slap.
"The Vajra Dragon Elephant Body of the Xingxiu Sect?" The old monk crossed the river and stood on the other side of the river, clasping his hands and chanting the name of the Buddha.
Shen Li held onto Zhu Yan tightly: "It's the young master."
"He is worthy of being born with a diamond-dragon-elephant body. He has practiced swordsmanship and is far more powerful than a fourth-grade swordsman. No wonder he can kill Jiang Huchen."
"How do you compare to Jiang Huchen?" Shen Li asked back.
The old monk planned to take this opportunity to kill the Vajra Dragon Elephant, and said with a smile: "Jiang Huchen is a master among the best in Tongquetai, but the old monk's strength is not inferior to him. I know you are a young man, you can definitely give it a try , Jiang Huchen is difficult to deal with or I am difficult to deal with!!"
"Buddhist eminent monks have always been compassionate. You, old bald donkey, just come up and kill innocent people. Look, you have gone astray in Buddhism and will never be able to achieve the supreme fruition in your lifetime."
The old monk stepped on the water with his feet, "Amitabha, I have to endure the hardships of the mortal world. It was just one wrong step and thousands of mistakes. Since I chose to be a warrior monk, I have long missed the chance to achieve the highest status. I only hope that I will make more achievements for Buddhism in this life." It’s a lot of hard work.”
"What a man who is not afraid of cause and effect!"
After absorbing the remaining dragon energy of the eight heavenly dragons in Chen Liuyao's body before, Shen Li swept away the decline and pushed his energy to a peak. The withered beauty in his hand became more and more advantageous.
He immediately thought to himself that the kindness of the deputy mountain chief in giving him the sword must be repaid sooner or later, otherwise, wouldn't he, Shen Li, become a scoundrel who eats the King's meal?
"Let's try my sword."
Qi flow.
The withered red sword blade suddenly dazzled like the sun, its brilliance was dazzling, and the killing power contained in it was endless.
Cut it off with one sword.
The old monk's body was plated with a layer of gold, as if covered with gold powder.
The method of the Buddhist Vajra Body is well-known in the world, but if the Buddhist Arhat looks like this, it means that a bastard shrinks into a turtle shell and is very resistant to beating.
The river is divided into two parts.
The river named Dadu suddenly became turbulent.
Qiao Baisu looked at Shen Li's sword from a distance and was filled with admiration.
In today's world, people who practice swordsmanship are like crucian carp crossing the river. Some people who have achieved a little bit of success begin to focus on being cool and romantic, and then seek killing power, as if swordsmen are not romantic and want to be swordsmen.
Shen Li is a kid who follows the path of swordsmanship, step by step, not looking for fancy tricks, he cultivates the killing power that swordsmen are well known for. If the killing power is enough, there is no need to search for a cool and unrestrained style. Look at this sword, the river water is rolling like clouds and clouds, isn't it cool? Not romantic? !
Of course Qiao Baisu also knows that in recent years, those swordsmen with outstanding qualifications and reputation have benefited from the teachings of their elders, step by step, and they also pursue killing power and then seeking romance.
Only in this way can we achieve the correct path of swordsmanship.
The Buddhist Vajra has unparalleled defense, and the swordsman ranks first in killing power.
As soon as the spear and shield came into contact, they were clearly superior and inferior.
Even though the old monk was in the third-grade Chaolu realm, the golden powder covering his whole body shone down from the sword struck by Withering Zhuyan.
Shen Li saw the right moment and struck out with a sword.
The tip of the sword pierced the old monk's chest.
The old monk ignored his surprise and raised his fist to knock Shen Li to the ground.
There was a loud bang.
dusty.
The young man patted his clothes and stood up.
Instead, the old monk's face flushed, and he had obviously been holding back a mouthful of blood. The sword energy pierced into the body, like swallowing a silver needle, and the internal organs were instantly injured.
"What a sharp sword, what a magical weapon, what a handsome young man." The old monk stepped ashore and sighed sincerely.
"This sword is called Withering Zhu Yan." Shen Li held the sword and walked around, slowly adjusting the disordered energy. "Now and in the future, it will drink the blood of many masters."
"Haha... let the old monk taste it slowly."
Chen Liuyao was not far away from him. The old monk tilted his body, bent and stretched his legs, and swung his legs towards Chen Liuyao's neck.
"Despicable!" The young man held out a sword and said scornfully.
A dignified third-grade Buddhist arhat in Chaolu Realm unexpectedly attacks like a villain. If word spreads, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?
However, as had been expected, this sword was regarded as a "respectful" greeting gift to the old monk.
The sword energy condenses like silk thread.
It is extremely difficult to detect with the naked eye.
When the old monk reacted, the thread penetrated his thigh.
The apparently very small wound suddenly exploded. The old monk was unsteady on his feet. Just as he was about to reach out to support the ground, he saw Shen Li slashing at his arm out of nowhere.
Replacing it with the original long sword, trying to cut off the arm of the Chaolu Realm Arhat was simply a dream.
Withered beauty is different.
Even in the hands of fourth-grade Chen Li, the killing power is higher than the sky.
The withered beauty flashed by without any stagnation.
The old monk howled loudly.
Shen Li's left fist broke the bridge of his nose. With infinite force, the old monk was punched across the river and fell to the other side. He rolled quickly and broke a dozen old trees that had been planted for decades before he regained his balance.
The neck seemed to be broken, turned to the side, and the right arm was chopped off by Zhu Yan. The blood was like spring water, and the thigh was dripping with blood. Not to mention that the Buddhist qi in the old monk's body was as chaotic as a strong wind. What was terrifying was the vitality. A sudden fall.
Already in fear of life.
