At the peak of the peak of Diling Mountain Town, the situation is frequent, and Satoshi Yamamoto, who has already regarded the Seven Treasures Linglong Pagoda as a bag, obviously did not expect that Jiugong would be able to fight back at this time.

The subordinates he brought over were not martial arts masters, but they were also masters of the confluence stream, although the sword gang could not be compared with Sanada Blade, Satoshi Yamamoto and other masters, the victory was in the crowd, and the twenty swords came out together, and they could even form a net to kill the martial arts master.

Unexpectedly, just in this breath, Jiu Gong had already mentally controlled nine of his subordinates, and with knives out, they all slashed at the red-clothed priest.

The red-clothed priest was concentrating and chanting the Soul Binding Spell, it was a normal situation, and it was very difficult to even dodge the Nine Dao Dao Dao Gang.

At this time, Yu Chenglong had just torn his face with Satoshi Yamamoto, Mu Sanping and Satoshi Yamamoto were engrossed in guarding each other, and it was impossible to save themselves like just now.

In desperation, the red-clothed priest sighed fiercely: "You Orientals just know how to fight in the nest, and the matter has not been done yet, so you can't wait to share the cake." ”

had to stop the soul-binding spell, and the blood-red robe opened wide without wind, revealing his true face of Lushan, sure enough, blonde hair and blue eyes, the bridge of the nose was high, and there was a bright red cross-shaped scar on his face, which seemed to be the unified identity of Western monks.

The robe opened and closed, and immediately wrapped the red-clothed priest again, and the nine swords were about to be slashed, all of which were cut on the robe.

I heard a dull sound, like a barrel struck with a mallet, and the robes of the red-clothed priest were cut nine times, but the deity inside was unharmed.

Seeing that the red-clothed priest had lifted the soul-binding spell and that he could move again, Jiugong did not dare to hesitate for a moment, and took advantage of the chaos to jump into the crack of the mountain at the peak of the town.

The cardinal priest claimed to be the messenger of God, it does not matter how much the gospel is preached, and if he encounters the devil, he must get rid of it, and if he can't do it, he will be condemned by the prophet, and his cultivation will decline.

Just resisted the sword gang of the Shinto Society, and when he saw that Jiugong was about to escape, he was shocked, and his cultivation would definitely not dare to jump along, and he secretly scolded in his heart that he was also a cultivator, why could the Oriental people fly around.

Seeing that once Jiugong fell off the cliff, it would be impossible to catch him again, and in a hurry, regardless of whether Satoshi Yamamoto's subordinates would continue to attack him, he actually pinched his face with his hand.

Even the nine subordinates of Satoshi Yamamoto on the other side were blinded by this, so why did they still self-harm? Although we also have such a tradition, we don't use it like this.

The next moment, he understood, it turned out that the red-clothed priest pinched the cross-shaped scar on his face, and then roared, gritted his teeth and pulled the scar out of his face, turning it into a bright red dagger that seemed to be dripping with blood, and threw it at Jiugong, who had already jumped off the cliff.

Jiu Cheng was in mid-air, he didn't expect that the red-clothed priest still had a trick, he didn't hide from it, he suffered this hard, and he didn't know where the injury was, he only felt that the bones of his whole body were connected to the tendons, and he was so broken that he fainted on the spot, and his consciousness finally thought: "Fortunately, his cultivation is always not enough, but the injury is in the body, the original god is fine, Rose, wait for me to come back." ”

The red-clothed priest also seemed to strike with all his strength, and after throwing the dagger, he knelt on the ground with his knees, supported the ground with his hands, gasped for breath, and did not forget to look down the cliff, only to see a crack in the mountain of the underworld, Jiugong had already fallen and was nowhere to be found.

"It should be dead, right?" The red-clothed priest was unsure in his heart, and he could only hope like this, he touched the cross scar on his face, which had turned from blood red to pale white, and was just about to regret two sentences, when there was a sound of shouting and winding in his ears, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, the nine were slashing at him again?

Turning his head, it turned out that it was Satoshi Yamamoto and Mu Sanping who fought, but Yu Chenglong was nowhere to be found, and the twenty subordinates of the Shinto Society surrounded the two people, forming a battle circle, each with a knife in hand, waiting for an opportunity to make a mending blow to Mu Sanping.

"Mu Sanping, where did you hide Yu Chenglong, hand it over, and spare you from dying. ”

"Less dreaming, Shinto will be treacherous, and don't want to leave our territory. ”

"Hmph, I don't believe that you dare to use the power of Mingpan, Yu Chenglong will admit that he is in collusion with us?"

It turned out that just taking advantage of the moment when Jiugong controlled Satoshi Yamamoto's subordinates and was chaotic with the red-clothed priest, Mu Sanping sent Yu Chenglong away with Gangfeng.

Yu Chenglong is the only ordinary person present, his body is too fragile, and when the two sides fight, he can't stand it at all, and Gangfeng Yuwei can sweep him into a serious injury.

It's just that Satoshi Yamamoto's plan was half frustrated, and he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, and immediately started to move with Mu Sanping, the two of them were intertwined, and Zhen Gaofeng was dancing in the wind for a while, flying sand and rocks, and it was difficult to separate.

Mu Sanping traced back, in the underground boxing arena in Nanzhou, he was beaten into a mental illness by Han Zhuo, in the past few months, with the help of Jian Yifeng and Yu Chenglong and others on the spiritual island, he finally recovered, and he will not die in a big disaster, he will have a blessing in the future, and even his skills have been improved, and at this time he is already the peak realm of martial arts masters.

In terms of cultivation, he is slightly taller than Satoshi Yamamoto, but the cultivator of the Shinto Society, Dao Gang, is really powerful, and his two fists are invincible with four hands, and he is defeated by Satoshi Yamamoto, and from time to time he is also made up by his subordinates around him.

The injury is that it can't hurt itself, it's just a distraction, and I was inserted by Satoshi Yamamoto, and I want to solve the twenty first, and I have to deal with Satoshi Yamamoto, and I don't have extra energy.

Not long after, Mu Sanping's strength was overwhelmed, and he gradually fell behind, Satoshi Yamamoto saw the opportunity, and the big knife in his hand fired three knives in a row.

Mu Sanping was overstretched, and just resisted a blow from Satoshi Yamamoto behind him, these three knives were really powerless to deal with, dodging left and right, and finally dodged, but when he came back to his senses, he already had Satoshi Yamamoto's big knife on his neck, and the other party looked at him with a playful face.

The two subordinates carried Mu Sanping, who was captured alive, and Satoshi Yamamoto came to the red-clothed priest with the attitude of a victor, and took out the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda: "Your Excellency the priest, I think, if you don't mind, you can change the partner." ”

The red-clothed priest sighed, looked at Satoshi Yamamoto again, and said, "I'm sorry Your Excellency Yamamoto, although we don't mind changing the cooperation partner, but only for this cooperation, we just agreed to Commander Yu to make a blood source holy contract for him and Mr. Mu." ”

"For this subordinate to defeat the general?" Satoshi Yamamoto pointed at Mu Sanping, who looked embarrassed, "If you agree to make me a blood source holy deed, I can spare his life." ”

"A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated. Mu Sanping said angrily, "If you want to kill, kill it, don't waste time and be cowardly." ”

The red-clothed priest still shook his head: "His life is not a reciprocal bargaining chip, and we are not an agreement with Mr. Mu. ”

"Chips?" Satoshi Yamamoto obviously didn't have such a good cultivation, of course, he was mainly afraid that Jian Youchen would suddenly return to Nanzhou, "Your Excellency Priest, is your life enough for chips?"

The red-clothed priest was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily, "You threaten me?"

"Yes, but it's also a last resort, and you know, we're in a foreign country, and if we don't get it quickly, our lives are at risk. ”

The red-clothed priest had just struck Jiugong with all his might, and he was already exhausted, and now it could be said that he had no power to fight back, so he had to let out a long sigh and stood up with great effort, just about to make a blood source holy contract for Satoshi Yamamoto and the Seven Treasures Linglong Pagoda, when bursts of thunder came from not far away.

Immediately after that, two lightning bolts wrapped in the sound of dragons and tigers roaring across the air, Satoshi Yamamoto instinctively raised his knife to block, as soon as he touched it, the whole person flew into the distance like a kite with a broken line, and rolled on the ground for more than a dozen rolls before it settled.

"Jian Youchen?" Satoshi Yamamoto hurriedly got up, but saw two handsome-looking young men suspended in the air, like ants, arrogantly looking at the Shinto Society and the red-clothed priests below.