Eight hundred and twenty-nine, fierce monk

In contrast, the disciples of Baixian Mountain Villa live in a comfortable environment all the year round, relying on their family forces to bully and bully the small forces around them, not to mention bloody battles, even if they are a little stressful battles, they have not experienced much. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

The ferocity and cruelty of the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect directly frightened the disciples of the Immortal Worship Villa, let alone fight directly.

"Mustang team, as Lao Tzu kills down, less than ten people were killed today, and Lao Tzu will make you look good when you go back!"

With his own power, he wantonly builds the power he wants, and the motor is now living a very nourishing life.

Under his leadership, more than 300 Broncos militants rushed into the crowd of Baixian Villa for the first time, and broke into the opponent's defenders.

"Kill!"

When the two sides met, they were red-eyed, they didn't need to say anything, they just killed each other, and all the power was used, and the Mustang team, as the attacking team of the Xuantian Sword Sect, also lived up to expectations. Facing the enemy's strongest defensive line, they rushed down as if they were dead, and more than 300 people were killed and wounded in the first wave.

Flesh and blood are splattered!

Radiant Glory!

The first wave of the Mustang team suffered heavy casualties, but it was like a sharp knife inserted into the defensive formation organized by the Baixian Mountain Villa, and the bloody path was fought out from the opponent's formation, and it was almost the dozens of corpses of the disciples of the Baixian Mountain Villa who laid glory for them.

"The Mustang team has opened the way for us, let's kill it! The Great Elder has an order, and there will be no mercy for killing! No one will be left!"

Chao Tianhua also roared, seeing that the Mustang team had disrupted the opponent's formation, and the other party was only more than three thousand people, which was equal to the number of Xuantian Sword Sect, but the difference in spirit and spirit was too far.

The Mustang team is the attacking team of the Xuantian Sword Sect, all of them are good hands, it is not a good thing that the casualties are too large, Chao Tianhua greeted Ning Guangshi and them, and immediately killed them first.

It's not just Chao Tianhua, but the elders of the Xuantian Sword Sect, such as Daxi Monk, Kong Xiaoxiao, and Chang Congjie, are not slow at all, and they are all powerhouses who have found the peerless masters of the other party.

There are more than forty peerless masters on the other side, which is slightly more than the Xuantian Sword Sect, and the number is limited.

"Vulnerable!"

Reaching out and pinching the corpse of an old man, the bronze light of the empty body shone, and the whole person became weird and domineering, and after collecting the other party's thought space, he said coldly.

The other party is also a peerless master at the peak of the powerhouse, and he will be killed with one blow!

The powerful empty Xiaoxiao, the demon blood alchemy technique and his speed complement each other, his strength is also improving by leaps and bounds, plus the benefits obtained in the barbaric land, the accumulation of his yuan power is constantly deep, compared to those who have accumulated hundreds of years of power, it is not much worse.

For a strong person of the same level, as long as it is not those who are particularly talented, or sword cultivation, it is not difficult for him to kill with one hit.

The Great Joy Monk was unlucky, and he fell into a group of peerless masters. There were more than 20 peerless masters in that group, and seeing that the Daxi monk was just one person, he pounced on it with laughter.

"Kill this thief monk! Destroy the Xuantian Sword Sect, a dog at the peak of a peerless master!"

"Let's kill him together!"

This group of people in Baixian Mountain Villa was full of confidence, after all, there were more than 20 of them, and the other party was not a strong person in the Tribulation Period, under their siege, the other party was almost certain to die.

"Amitabha. ”

Hearing the other party's words, as well as the fierce momentum that was coming towards him, the monk Daxi was in front of his chest and whispered:

"The poor monks view that you have a fate with the Buddha, it is better for the poor monks to give you a ride, first go to the West Heaven Elysium, to enjoy the blessings of eternal life. ”

"Okay, you thief monk, you still have a cheap mouth, let you die without a whole body, see your ghost Buddha master!"

At the moment, the elder of Baixian Villa laughed angrily, and slapped his palm to the monk Daxi, the palm power was strong, like the mountain falling, the force did not arrive, it was already pressed in the air "popping" sound, and the person who shot was quite good.

"Yin Moon Sword Technique!"

The rest of the Baixian Mountain Villa elders all shot at the same time, and all kinds of sword techniques and magic weapons all beckoned towards the Daxi monk. Twenty attacks fell from the sky, full of colors, and it seemed that the aura was strong enough, and ordinary peerless masters and peak powerhouses would be bombarded to slag under their siege!

The Great Joy Monk lowered his head and shouted the Buddha's name, and the complexion of his body changed from normal to a strange bronze color. Beneath his bronze skin, there were still countless black lines flickering, forming an inexplicable avenue of brilliance.

In this way, Monk Daiki is more like a bronze statue than a living person.

Thundered!

Disheveled!

Disheveled!

Disheveled!

……

There was almost a non-stop explosion, and the attacks of more than twenty peerless masters of Baixian Mountain Villa all fell on the Daxi monk, and the huge force drowned all the Daxi monks into it, and the Daxi monk could no longer be seen in it.

"This thief deserves to die!"

"Such arrogance, just like the Xuantian Sword Sect, is death!"

"Don't worry about this dead monk, let's go around and help others, damn Xuantian Sword Sect, we have killed thousands of people in this village, we have to kill all their people, it will be enough to relieve hatred!"

"Spread out and kill their peerless masters first!"

The more than 20 people in the Baixian Mountain Villa saw the Daxi Monk disappear into their attack, and one by one they saw the surrounding Xuantian Sword Sect disciples wantonly slaughtering the disciples of the Baixian Mountain Villa, and they were all shocked and angry and ready to go over to help.

"Amitabha, all the donors should stay, the poor monk has already said, you have a relationship with the Buddha, and the poor monk will send you to see the Buddha. Amitabha, lion roar!"

When the elders of the Baixian Mountain Villa were about to disperse, the lingering and disgusting voice of the Great Joy Monk came from the position of the riot in the air.

Hearing this, the faces of the elders of Baixian Mountain Villa all changed greatly, and before they could see the figure of the Great Joy Monk, a heaven-shattering lion roar made the entire heaven and earth lose their voice.

Loud voice!

More than twenty peerless masters were all stunned at this moment.

The bronze figure is revealed!

First of all, the two closest peerless masters were detained with both hands, and with a big pinch, with a click, the bones of the other party's whole body became fragments, and the person screamed and died, and the mind space was taken away by the monk Daxi.

"You go to see the Buddha Master, don't take this thing outside your body to defile the Buddha Lord and his old man's house, the poor monk will keep it for you!"

After the big killing, the true nature of the monk Daxi was revealed, the breath was arrogant, the divine power was domineering, with one enemy and twenty, ignoring any attack of the other party with an incomparable strong body, anyone who was punched by him would be seriously injured if he did not die, but in the blink of an eye, seven people died in his hands.

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