In those years, the cultivators we cut together

"boom!"

In the battlefield where the sound of fighting was loud, a figure flew straight out, shattering a jade Brahma statue, and then rolled into the rubble on the ground.

This person was dressed in black gauze, with a serious and rigid face, holding a broken sword. It was Fang Wuxiu, an elder of the Emei Lingjian lineage.

At this moment, Fang Wuxiu was covered in scars all over his body, and there was a cut on his forehead. The blood oozing from the wound covered half of his face, and he was supporting his body with a broken sword in embarrassment.

In front of him are four Tianzhu monks!

They had been fighting fiercely with the Tianzhu monks all afternoon, and both sides had casualties. Fang Wuxiu was also outflanked by several Tianzhu monks in front of him during the fierce battle, and finally fell into the dark street negligently and was seriously injured!

"A bunch of bald donkeys are really annoying!"

Although he was injured in his old age, he was not afraid at all. With a roar, he took out a sword again from the ring!

"Even the dead old man will take you with me!"

After finishing his anger, he was about to fly and wield his sword, and the Tianzhu monks in front of him were merciless, flying out from left and right.

And just when the two sides were about to meet, a youthful reprimand suddenly came out!

"Look at my flying kick!"

On the left, the wall of a house suddenly shattered, and a boy holding a huge blade flew out of the rubble and kicked a monk from Tianzhu in the face.

"Puff!"

The monk from Tianzhu was kicked on the cheek, a mouthful of broken teeth mixed with blood sprayed out, and the whole person flew out directly. Before the others could react, they saw a blue light shining in the night, and the accompanying , and a delicate juvenile face!

"Pfft~"

A head flew high, mixed with the blood that soared into the sky, circled in the air for a few times, and finally fell to the ground like a rotten potato.

The remaining two Tianzhu monks were stunned for a moment, and then shot at the same time. Two golden light Buddha wheels were shot, and with a sound of "Boom!", the young man who was holding the knife to block was sent flying. A sword light like a swimming dragon rushed out.

"Roar!"

A deafening dragon chant accompanied the sword's edge, directly piercing the heart of a monk from Tianzhu, killing him on the spot.

"Lin Xiaolu? Why are you here!" Fang Wuxiu, who was injured, asked angrily.

"Elder Fang, I heard that you, a widowed and lonely old man, were beaten up by the crowd, so you came here to seek justice." Lin Xiaolu, who got up from the ground, laughed.

"Fart!" Fang Wuxiu blushed when he heard this, blowing his beard and staring:

"You little baby, hide behind, Elder Ben can deal with them alone!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his sword, and threw out the long sword with a thunderous light all over the sky.

"boom!"

The golden light Buddha wheel and thunder light sword energy, the golden and blue two-color electric light entangled, and the surrounding houses directly caused by it exploded one after another.

Lin Xiaolu saw that Fang Wuxiu was in a stalemate with this Tianzhu man, so he immediately raised his hand and shook it!

"call out!"

A throwing knife was thrown, and it was directly inserted between the eyebrows of the monk Tianzhu!

Cultivator Tianzhu's body froze, and the spiritual power in his palm slackened, and Fang Wuxiu's sword immediately wrapped up bursts of thunder, killing him with one strike!

"Plop." There was another corpse in the field.

So far, all four Tianzhu monks were killed!

"Ho Ho Ho Ho, Elder Fang, am I strong? This is a martial arts practitioner!"

In the dark street, the panting Fang Wuxiu glared at the bastard angrily:

"Just do these superfluous things and go help others."

"Oh, alright."

Lin Xiaolu nodded in response, and rushed to the second battlefield with the Da Geng bronze wares on his shoulders.

Seeing the boy running farther and farther, Fang Wuxiu hesitated for a moment, and suddenly shouted:

"Lin Xiaolu!"

The young man who had already run away stopped and looked back at him curiously.

Fang Wuxiu struggled with the wording for a while, and then said with some embarrassment:

"It's Elder Ben's fault for what happened when you were young."

Lin Xiaolu was stunned when he heard the words, then glanced at the old man, turned his head and continued to run, laughing while running:

"I've forgotten about the things I did when I was young, ho ho ho ho ho ho ~"

Hearing the young man's Zhang Yang's laughter, Fang Wuxiu rolled his eyes and said with contempt:

"Forgot? Forgot that you bastard smiled so happily? You really deserve a beating, huh!"

At the same time, the sky above Tianzhu Yezhi Temple has completely turned into a battlefield. The monks from Shenzhou and Tianzhu are fighting each other, and there are violent explosions everywhere. Can't see the side.

Originally, Shenzhou had almost fallen into a disadvantage with fewer enemies and more enemies, but fortunately, the joining of the Shenzhou teenagers brought the combat power of both sides back to the same level again.

At this moment, Zen Master Wuxin is in the Lotus Temple, Situ Zhong, Ye Qingluan, and Luo Zhong are the three masters in the Temple of Yezhi, while other people and animals are fighting for their lives with other people in Tianzhu. In the sky, on the ground, everywhere The battlefield, and because of too many spiritual explosions, many surrounding cities have already ignited raging fires, and there are seas of flames everywhere, and even the air has become scorching hot.

At this moment, somewhere on the battlefield

A Tianzhu monk in the alchemy state looked at the two teenagers in front of him, showing a cruel smile.

"Brother Nianyun, this monk's smile is so perverted."

"That's right, he's still a little silly. Look at him, his saliva is about to flow out."

Chen Nianyun and Tan Songlei muttered non-stop, and the Tianzhu monk in front of them also babbled a lot of things to them.

"Brother Nianyun, do you know what he said?"

"Not sure, probably scolding us."

"Hey, it would be great if Brother Lu was here, I'm not very good at cursing." Tan Songlei looked regretful.

While the two were talking, the monk from Tianzhu suddenly took off the rosary beads in his hands, and Chen Nianyun and Tan Songlei immediately confronted each other with swords drawn!

The opponent is in the Alchemy Realm, they dare not be careless.

Two young sword cultivators, and a Tianzhu Buddha, both of them stared angrily, and the air seemed to be full of killing intent.

But just as the Tianzhu monk was about to strike, he suddenly froze!Then do the splits on the spot!

This sudden scene stunned Chen Nianyun and Tan Songlei, but when they looked around, they didn't see Tangyuan, only the monk from Tianzhu who was splitting his arms and screaming.

"Go!"

Without hesitation, Chen Nianyun and Tan Songlei drew their swords at the same time!

Seeing this, the Tianzhu monk who was splitting on the spot immediately wanted to defend, but suffered a severe blow to the back of the head.

The spiritual power behind him was not activated, and he was staggered immediately, and the next moment, Tan Songlei's Shushan Sword Art and Chen Nianyun's Mu Ling Sword Art came to kill him at the same time!

"Boom!"

With two loud bangs in succession, two blood holes were blown out of Monk Tianzhu's chest.

Looking at the two teenagers in front of him, he opened his mouth with difficulty, and finally tilted his head and fell.

And looking at the monk who died in a daze, Chen Nianyun was still a little confused:

"Tangyuan?" He called out tentatively.

"Hey, brother Nianyun, I'm here."

Behind the monk's corpse, naked glutinous rice balls appeared.

Chen Nianyun: ...

Tan Songlei: ...

"Brother Tang, what are you?"

"This is my latest invention, the Invisible Pill." Tangyuan said proudly:

"You two continue, I will find the next cub."

As he spoke, he moved his buttocks and left, leaving Chen Nianyun and Tan Songlei in a mess in the wind.

Especially Tan Songlei, he looked at Tangyuan's back for a long time, and couldn't help but raised his sword and bowed:

"Emperor Tang Tian!"

……

……

In a Buddhist temple burning with raging fire, Ah Yi, whose eyes were covered with a black cloth and holding a bamboo stick, kept drawing his sword with his backhand, feeling the positions of several Tianzhu monks around him.

Among these people, there are two alchemy formations and twelve foundation establishments, and they have already surrounded him at this moment.

The surrounding halls and courtyard walls were burning with raging flames, even the Buddha statues in the halls were constantly being burned, and this also made Hajime's face brighter and brighter.

Master asked me to go down to earth and do the right thing.

I think killing you is the right thing to do.

Surrounded by the flames, this blind boy slowly drew out the sword in his hand~