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Chapter 20 022: Blood Buddha Bewitched

"Pfft-"

A bloody arrow shot up suddenly, Xu Wu's eyes widened suddenly, he turned his head in disbelief, and looked at the person beside him holding the fine iron thorn.

"open"

His lips trembled slightly, his eyes were in disbelief.

"Senior Brother Xu, go down and be a ghost, you need to be more careful."

With that kind smile still on Zhang Fan's face, he pulled out the long thorn in his hand fiercely, and thrust it out again, mercilessly piercing through Xu Wu's eyebrows.

"People who are too simple don't live long."

Guangyuan watched Xu Wu's body fall to the ground coldly, with a sneer on his face just like Chen Mu's.

"Now it's time to invite our hero Jiang Senior Brother to go on the road, huh? Hahahaha"

Chen Mudang waved the butterfly blade in his hand, and looked at Jiang Cheng who was meditating playfully.

"Junior brother Jiang, don't pretend, we all know that you have been on guard all along, but in this situation, three against one, is it necessary to struggle? Why don't you let Brother Wei send you on your way."

Zhang Fan smiled kindly and stared at Jiang Cheng with a long thorn in his hand.

Jiang Cheng let out a long breath, suppressed the turbulent inner energy in his body, opened his eyes, shining brightly, and swept across Xu Wu's body on the ground, his eyes slightly closed.

"I didn't expect that the three of you had already reached an agreement. It seems that you have decided to accept me."

Guangyuan snorted, with a cold look in his eyes, "I'm not sure about you, do you think you can fly? No matter how strong your horizontal training is, can it be better than this ghost-headed golden sword in the hands of a certain family?"

"Junior Brother Jiang, it's a pity. The value of the spoils this time is too rich. The three of us don't think the profit is too small. I can only wrong you."

Chen Mu smiled lightly, and with a flash of his figure, he had already blocked Jiang Cheng's escape route, preventing Jiang Cheng from escaping with light work.

Jiang Cheng remained expressionless, "Since everyone thinks they're sure of me, why hesitate, just kill me."

He looked completely poised and confident.

On the contrary, this posture made the three of Guangyuan feel suspicious. Thinking of Jiang Cheng's performance in the previous battle, each of them couldn't help but feel a little hesitant.

Notice subtle changes in the atmosphere.

Guangyuan narrowed his eyes, "Don't talk nonsense, let's go together, don't give him a chance to breathe."

After saying that, he immediately gave a low drink, lunged forward, raised his knife, and teased angrily!

"kill!"

Chen Mu shouted violently, raised his hands, and the butterfly blade flew out like a boomerang, cutting the air in an arc and slashing towards Jiang Cheng's throat and chest.

Zhang Fan also laughed and stepped forward, stabbing repeatedly, pointing directly at Jiang Cheng's vitals.

In an instant, the three of them attacked together, and Jiang Cheng's pressure increased greatly.

Guangyuan and Chen Mu are both at the third level of inner qi cultivation, and Zhang Fan is at the peak of the second level of inner qi. At this moment, they act together to seal off all Jiang Cheng's escape routes.

"You three are courting death!"

There was a sneer on Jiang Cheng's face, and he pushed his palms on the ground suddenly, and his whole body flew into the air.

He was also seen leaping forward, with a smile on his face, but his body suddenly avoided the two butterfly blades, and he came in front of Chen Mu in an instant, and slapped Chen Mu's top door with his palm.

When this palm was slapped, Jiang Cheng's entire palm actually exuded a terrifying bloody smell, which swelled like a cattail leaf fan, glowing red, and the internal energy was surging, making it hard to breathe.

"Blood Buddha Mahamudra!?"

Seeing that Jiang Cheng's palm seemed to have doubled in size and was pressed down in the air, it was as heavy as a huge monument. Chen Mu lost his voice in shock, and quickly raised his palm to meet him.

Clap!

With a firm palm, there was a click, Chen Mu's face twisted and screamed, as if his arm bones were broken, his knees were bent by a strong force, he quickly lowered his body, rolled on the ground and fled in embarrassment go out.

"So brave!!"

On the other side, Guangyuan hurriedly drew out his knife to save him, his knife technique changed from slashing to sweeping, and he slashed at Jiang Cheng's palm with an angry slash.

"You are the one who is bold!"

Jiang Cheng shouted coldly, turned his wrist, and the bronze palm was like a red-hot iron, red all over, and slapped it on the spine of the knife.

Clang!

Guangyuan only felt a shock from the tiger's mouth, and a powerful force came from Jiang Cheng's palm, almost like a torrent and tsunami.

"Why such a powerful inner energy and strength?"

"I come!!"

Zhang Fan's obese body was approaching like a light and agile swallow, and his wrist was shaking with stabs, piercing Jiang Cheng's waist and eyes.

"You are here to die!" Jiang Cheng sneered, and when he dodged, the long thorn still pierced his body, but it was in the abdomen, and did not reach the vital point.

Such an easy success, Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and the evil wind was blowing in front of his eyes.

A big red slap that smelled of blood enlarged in front of his eyes, and slapped him hard on the head.

bang——

One palm.

Zhang Fan was in a daze, his mind was buzzing, and at the same time, he felt that the internal energy in his body was vented out like a flood, he couldn't help but his muscles and veins flowed backwards, and his nose and tears flowed out in pain.

"Ahhh-"

Zhang Fan screamed in extreme pain.

"This evil palm technique again!?"

Guangyuan was frightened and angry, he raised his saber and slashed with a roar.

"Blood Buddha—Slash!"

The bright golden sword shines like a golden dragon flying in the sky.

The corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth curled up into a cold smile, he grabbed Zhang Fan's body and threw it out like a scarecrow.

click -

The shrill screams erupted along with the rain of blood.

Zhang Fan was cut in half by Guangyuan.

In the blood mist, Jiang Cheng's body rushed out like a demon, and the shadows of his palms flew heavily, and the blood Buddha's big handprint suddenly covered it.

Clang clang!

It erupted like the sound of hammering iron.

Roaring, howling, and amazing howling echoed in the valley.

On this day, in the valley of Dangyun Mountain, the ground was covered with blood!
this day!
Jiang Cheng was bathed in blood, and the blood Buddha was enchanted.

After half a cup of tea.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

Jiang Cheng's eyes were dimmed, his upper body robe was torn, and his whole body was like cast copper, with many bruises and blood holes, but his palms were slightly clasped together like red-hot irons.

"Junior Brother Jiang, no, don't kill me. No"

One of Chen Mu's legs was broken, he staggered and struggled to retreat, his expression frightened.

"Send you back to the west!"

Jiang Cheng's voice was flat, and suddenly he stamped his palm, chasing after the wind and horse.

Palm print blood red!
The smell of blood in the air seemed to be a little more intense.

"No, no, no!"

Chen Mu shrieked in fear and backed away, staggering and staggering, after all, he was hit by a palm in the body, and he could not escape death.

Suction Dafa exploded violently.

Jiang Cheng's aura surged again, and the ferocious inner energy reverberated in his body.

Farther away in the valley, in a cave covered by dense vines, trees and long grass, a pair of bright eyes fell far away on Jiang Cheng, who was killing his fellow disciples. In the cold eyes, there was a little more appreciation and recognition.

"The killing is decisive, merciless, and barely considered a character."

In the cave, the cold woman's voice echoed, like the tinkling of a clear spring, echoing again and again.

Suddenly there was the sound of dressing, and after a while, a purple figure flew out of the cave, as ethereal as a cloud of smoke, towards the valley and forest.

boom!
Jiang Cheng let go, allowing Chen Mu's dead body to fall to the ground. Even though his body was full of energy at the moment, he felt a sense of fatigue.

This kind of exhaustion is spiritual exhaustion.

In such a vicious battle, fighting wits and fighting bravely, it was not easy for him to have the last laugh. The many hideous wounds on his body were the lessons of blood.
(End of this chapter)