Lu Bai was a little unhappy, although there were many people in those temples, but after withstanding the attacks again and again, his counterattack was also sharp, if it weren't for his extremely fast body, if it wasn't for any cultivator, even if the cultivation was slightly higher than him, I am afraid that he would not be able to confront so many temple cultivators. Not only is his own cultivation known for his speed, but after inheriting the ** from the Five Sects of the Buddha who is afraid of leaving his grandson, in terms of speed, even Lin Kunyan has to bow down.

Even though there were a lot of people in the temple, there were only a few people who could actually get close to Lu Bai's body. None of their attacks could accurately fall on Lu Bai's body, but between Lu Bai's ghost-like flickering that sometimes disappeared on the ground out of thin air, these attacks would fall on their companions. And Lu Bai's counterattack against them was not something they could bear, and an ethereal figure appeared and disappeared in the midst of heavy surrounding, and every time it appeared, a temple cultivator would vomit blood and fall to the ground, and the temple cultivators who surrounded him gradually decreased.

However, even so, they knew that they were not the opponents of the enemy in front of them, and they did not dare to withdraw, let alone escape. Because they had not received the order from their chiefs to retreat, the punishment for disobedience was unimaginable in the temple, where the superiors were as great as the sky. That's why before, the faceless man couldn't bear to see the fate of the little girl and didn't dare to stop it. However, it was not that their leader was unwilling to let them retreat, but that their leader simply did not have the energy to pay attention to them.

Originally, all of this was very good, and Lu Bai was able to eat away at the power of the temple cultivators little by little. But when the number of cultivators in the temple was so small that there were only about ten left, Lu Bai ushered in his difficulty, that is, the temple man who had no face. In the past, there were many people in the temple, although the strength was relatively greater, but they also formed a constraint on each other, and the faceless man was always restrained every time he made a move.

The faceless man is not as good as Lu Baigao, so it is impossible to have too much frontal battle with Lu Bai, but this is not the case. The purple gold bowl in his hand was a mysterious, but at the same time a treasure of great power. Every time Lu Bai hid his body, a trace of gray mist could escape from the purple gold bowl, firmly locking Lu Bai's body, causing him to be unable to get rid of it no matter how he dodged, and he could only dodge the opponent's attack with rapid movement, and he could no longer be as elusive as before. As for Lu Bai's attack, it was still the purple gold bowl, and the gray aura it emitted was like a rubber spring, making Lu Bai's attack seem to fall on cotton, and that kind of drop made Lu Bai feel indescribably depressed. If it weren't for the fact that every time Lu Bai's attack landed on that mist, it would be able to make the faceless man's eyes reveal a feeling of flesh pain, Lu Bai would almost have given up such a meaningless battle.

Although he was extremely unhappy, Lu Bai also found that the purple gold bowl was not omnipotent. Every time after Lu Bai's attack neutralized the mist, the subsequent mist in the purple gold bowl was a little lighter than before. He decided that the mist in the purple gold bowl was a consumable, which was also the main reason why he had been fighting continuously, but he didn't know if his true yuan was exhausted first or the purple gold bowl lost its function first, but the overall development was still in a good direction, which also made him stabilize his mind and fight steadily, but he did not seek merit!

The battle between the temple leader and Yang Jun was dangerous, although the difference in cultivation between the two was large, but in terms of real turn, Yang Jun was only slightly inferior. So the two have a relationship, and they are very happy. It's just that the leader of the temple doesn't dare to slack off at all, even if he wants to see the battle between his companion and the other party's companion, because of his own distraction before, Yang Jun did not hesitate to seize this gap. Now the depression in the position of his left chest is caused by Yang Jun, and when Zhenyuan runs to this position, he still has a faint pain, and it is not as smooth as before. At the same time, this injury also made him really draw with Yang Jun, but fortunately he knew that the faceless companion was there. Although there was a gap between that companion's cultivation and his own, he was deeply touched by the power of the purple gold bowl in his hand, and even he was not so easy to make him suffer. Thinking that the enemy's companion cultivation would not be higher than him, if he was really higher than him, then the enemy in front of him would not dare to yell at his companion like that.

It was precisely because the leader did not dare to look at the battlefield on the other side, so he did not know that the people of the temple under his command had collapsed, and the remaining cultivators, under the leadership of the man who had no face, although they were temporarily unhindered, they were also struggling, and it was only a matter of time before they were defeated. What's more, there was a cultivator waiting above their heads, as well as the golden-winged Dapeng who didn't seem to be easy to mess with.

During the battle, the leader had some doubts in his heart. The golden-winged roc bird gave him a familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere. Suddenly, a figure crossed his mind, Garuda in the temple who was far superior to him. But he sneered and shook his head, amused by his childish thoughts. What kind of character is Garuda, his cultivation is far higher than himself, not to mention, in terms of his status in the temple, how can he become someone's mount. And as far as he knew, Garuda was not in the temple, he should have gone to Xiniu Hezhou, and he heard that he was going to attack the Great Leiyin Temple. I've been out on my own for too long, and I don't know if their actions are successful or not.

Although such thoughts only flashed in his mind, the attack at hand was still weaker. Yang Junke didn't care what he was thinking, he was stunned when he saw the other party, even if he quickly made up for it, but the battle between the strong was a race against time. Yang Jun did not let go of such an opportunity, the original seventy percent of the power of the palm, and then added a few points, the reserved true yuan for defense was also used, the rolling true yuan roared, there was a kind of flood in the sky, and the head and face of the leader were split.

In just an instant, hundreds of palms slapped up from Yang Jun's hands, covering the sky and the sun, accompanied by dark clouds, and the palm momentum came towards the leader's chest position with the power of the shattering sky. The leader was shocked and wanted to dodge, but found that the range around him had been blocked by Yang Jun, and no matter what direction he was going, he would suffer a ruthless attack. Dodging is not an ideal choice, it will only expose you to the opponent's attack unsuspectingly, and it is better to fight desperately.

"Boom ......" even though the true element of the whole body was activated, he endured the pain of his previous injury. The leader was still broken through by Yang Jun's attack, and the palm print, which had been weakened a lot, still fell on his chest. A mouthful of blood spat out, his body took a few steps backwards, and with a sweet roar, another mouthful of blood rushed out of his mouth like a fountain......

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(Tianjin)