Master Raiders

12,

Although no one knows the name of the priest of the Demon Cult, the word "priest" is well-known in the Central Plains.

Legend has it that the Demon Sect is respected by the Demon Emperor, and there is the Demon Lord, and then there are the priests who lead the law and the two kings of the wheel, who protect the law on the left and right, command orders, holy aunts, ghost messengers, and young priests.The demon emperor and the demon master have not been born for hundreds of years, and the priest is the only demon leader.

It is rumored that the priest is cruel and ruthless, good at calculating, organized demons to attack the righteous way several times, and committed countless murders.I also know that his martial arts are superb.As for how high it is, no one has seen it with their own eyes.

In other words, the righteous people who have seen the priests take action are all dead.

The Hongmeng silk is extremely thin and slippery, and those who go into battle must stand with their feet apart and stand carefully.

And the priests are above, as leisurely as the plains.After looking carefully, he found that his feet were completely suspended in the air, and he was supporting his body with pure qi!

Although he has not reached Yujian Feixian, this skill is already much higher than that of a ninth-rank warrior!

On the other hand, Murong was condescending and rushed straight to the arena, making seals with both hands, without saying hello, and went straight to attack!

Luo Changfeng let out a "huh" and closed his fan.

Xu Yunfan was also surprised that Murong's ability is comparable to no one in the current righteous way.Although the priest is formidable, Murong is also a god-like figure in the hearts of martial arts people. Why did he act so urgently, without the leisurely demeanor before?

But soon he understood why Murong did this.

The priest folded his hands in front of his chest, as if reciting a mantra.But before he could finish the spell, Murong's quick move arrived, two fingers condensed a little golden light, and rushed towards his face.

The priest crossed his hands in the same shape, blocked the move with a horizontal staff, and with a "chi", the golden light split into dozens of bursts, and the rock a few feet away was riddled with holes.

Murong's hands turned like a golden wheel: "The sacred lotus flower shines on the world!"

As he spun, a huge golden "卍" character appeared in his palm, which suddenly bloomed into two golden lotuses, and then turned into several golden holy candles, meeting the ghosts like fire and melting ice, disappearing one by one.

After a confrontation, it seemed that Murong had the upper hand, but Xu Yunfan was greatly astonished.He vaguely understood Murong's intentions, in order to cut off the priest's incantation, he wanted to subdue him before the priest could make a move.It can be inferred from this that it takes time for the priest to perform his ultimate move, and Murong dare not wait until the moment when he performs his ultimate move.

Could it be that the priest's killing move is so powerful that even Murong dare not confront him head-on?

After the golden light and the ghost shadow collided, they were separated, but seeing Murong changed his move, he crossed his three fingers, tilted his thumb back, and folded his index finger forward, forming the handprint of the Buddha's biography, and big golden characters suddenly appeared on his hand: "Come!"

He rushed under his feet, with handprints and gold characters emerging one after another: "Come! Soldier! Fight! Those! All! Line up! Array! In front of!"

The nine-character mantra of Buddhism!

The extremely strong martial arts, shaking the cliff wind howled, the trees were broken, and the beards and hairs of all the people watching the battle were all stretched out. They only felt that their blood was surging, and they wanted to mobilize their true energy, but there was no trace of it, and they were actually controlled by him!

He yelled cleverly: "Hurry up and hide!"

Everyone woke up like a dream, and hid in the distant caves one after another.Hearing the loud rumble on the cliff while running, his eardrums were about to burst, and his chest rolled over, making him want to gag.

Only Gu Yuzeng, Xun Wei, Xu Yunfan and others remained on the edge of the cliff to watch the battle.Luo Changfeng had long since disappeared, and even Qi Yuan and the others did not know where he took them to hide.

This earth-shattering move, only the priest of the Demon Cult remained unmoved.The magic staff flickered with faint light, like a ghost, it exploded dozens of times, blocking all of Murong's attacks.Murong's nine-character mantra did not take advantage of the slightest bit!

The faces of the people who were still watching the battle were full of dignified expressions.

Murong's skill is close to the myth of martial arts, judging by his strength, even a ninth-rank master will easily lose.It is rumored that there is still a "subtlety" realm between Jiupin and Xiantian, which is the portrayal of Murong today.However, no matter how he rushes to attack, the priests of the Demon Cult can defend with ease, and still have the energy to gather momentum!The magic skill of the priest has gradually gained the upper hand!

"Is that all, Leader Murong?"

When I was anxious, I suddenly heard the demon asked coldly, and then turned to drink: "--the right way No. 1, but that's it!"

A halo of obsidian-like light appeared between the demon's forehead, and he cast a spell: "Devil's Sacrifice·Ice Nightmare Ghost Cry!"

The cold current swept across, and the cliffs of the devil were frozen layer by layer, and invisible creatures seemed to surge from the dark sky, crying and rushing towards Murong, and slammed into his wall of energy.

"--Magic Sacrifice · Enchanting Ten Directions!"

The staff pointed to the sky, and the gemstone at the top shot out a dazzling black light. With the power of the skill, the sky and the earth changed color, and large dark clouds gathered above the head, and the black shadow oppressed everyone like ants.Suddenly screaming sharply, a jet of black air was as sharp as a sword, piercing down from the top!

Murong's complexion changed drastically, golden Sanskrit characters covered his whole body, thousands of characters formed a magic circle with a radius of several feet, and he greeted him proudly!

"--boom!"

The sky collapsed, the cliffs on both sides completely collapsed, and countless avoiding warriors were injured and killed by the rocks, wailing everywhere!

Even at this moment, the Hongmeng silk broke from it and turned back.The extremely thin and sharp silk thread was like an elusive rope, and it cut several people's necks lightly and delicately, and the blood splashed on the spot!

Seeing that the silk thread has not been exhausted, Xu Yunfan hastily made a move, flung out two threaded silver needles from his sleeve, shuttled back and forth, wrapped the Hongmeng silk like a silkworm chrysalis, and with the help of ingenuity, pushed it in the direction of no one.

"Pa!" With a sound, the silk thread made an imprint on the stone wall, deeply embedded in it, and finally restrained the force.

Only now did he have time to look back at the results of the battle, but at this glance, his breathing became stagnant.

Murong and the priest of the Demon Cult fell back to the protruding pinnacle respectively, the priest's body was covered with layers of black air, and a hideous look appeared on his face, it took a long time for the blackness to gradually fade.

Someone on Zhengdao only thought that Murong had won, and shouted: "Okay..."

Before the voice fell, Murong took a step back at first sight, a large stream of blood spewed out from his mouth, brilliant like fireworks, withered like reddish red!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

On the entire mountain peak, only the devil's cold voice remained: "The eighth battle, -- the devil's sect wins!"

******

In the first battle, Murong unexpectedly lost.

The righteous man watched all this with his mouth open, in a deathly silence.

Murong is a mythical figure in the hearts of the Central Plains people. He has never lost since his debut, and he is able to fight anyone with ease. Everyone is used to his chicness of lifting weights lightly, but they never thought that he would be so embarrassed!

The ring battle is a battle of wits between the two sides. Murong cleverly calculated the strength of the two sides, so that Zhengdao won the middle with the strong and the weak with the middle, and used Tian Ji's horse racing method to keep the four victories. On a certain match, something went wrong!

The people who were about to rejoice and celebrate were poured cold water on their heads, only to realize that the so-called victory has always been wishful thinking. This is a life-and-death battle, and everyone's fate is beyond their control.

Suddenly someone broke the silence and said with a strong voice: "It doesn't matter, Elder Gu won. We won four games in total, and we drew one game. At most, it's a draw..."

Before he finished speaking, a blue short blade brushed the side of his face and hit the rock wall with a "slap".One person laughed and said, "Which one did you say was a draw? They clearly won."

The man let out a scream, and when he touched the side of his face, his ears had been cut off, and half of his face was dripping with blood!

Looking at the devil's side again, the moon white robe, the sleeves dragging the floor, the demon of all kinds of styles, who else is it but Li Daoxin!

The Zhengdao was in an uproar, and Gu Yuzeng shouted in a loud voice: "What's going on! Didn't Li Daoxin die with Qi Liang?"

"He's dead, but I'm not." Li Daoxin said in a male voice and a female voice, "Who is he to him? Do you want to die with him?"

Xu Yunfan was also surprised, he clearly saw Li Daoxin was fatally injured and fell into the abyss with Qi Liang.In the case of exhaustion of skills and body, there will be no bones left when falling into the sea.They also searched carefully under the cliff, but found no trace of being rescued.Why did Li Daoxin come back from the dead?

"The so-called control of fate means that there are many lives. It seems that we are the ones who are going to make a comeback now." Li Daoxin covered his face with his sleeves, giggling.

Although he was out of breath in his speech, as if he was seriously injured, he was indeed still alive.So in the first match, Zhengdao really lost?

Calculated in this way, the Righteous Way and the Demon Cult each won four victories, which is actually a draw?Then the ninth round, Xu Yunfan's inevitable defeat, turned out to be the key to victory?

The demonic priest held the staff and turned around majesticly: "Continue, the ninth scene."

"--Now is the decisive battle!"

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