More than a dozen high-ranking monks appeared on the battlefield.

They came to the front of the battle line, surrounded by masters, and then slowly sat down and formed a Buddhist formation.

Under the blessing of the formation, the power of the Buddha verses they recited was even more terrifying.

Although the belief of Buddhism is completely different from the belief of the temple, one venerates the Buddha and the other worships the goddess, but whether it is for the temple or the Buddha, the Tang Dynasty, Chang'an, and the academy are all outliers among the different.

For outliers, it is not necessary to have a benevolent heart.

As long as you can cleanse the aliens and return the world to clarity, even if the means are relatively dirty, it is worth a try.

When Chu Weirui made a move to trap the second master of the academy, these monks who had been hiding in the camp of the temple ushered in the best opportunity.

The second senior brother's divine will was too strong, and with Mr. Big sweeping the formation, even these high-ranking monks did not dare to recite the Buddha directly in front of the second senior brother and Mr. Big. They had to wait until Mr. Two and Mr. Big lost their minds at the same time before they could find a glimmer of possibility in the impossible.

Thankfully, they succeeded.

After Mr. Second broke Chu Weirui's "painting the ground as a prison", he poured all his anger out on the front-line temple soldiers, and he didn't have time to worry about other aspects at all.

For the temple, Mr. Second is not so terrifying, because Yue Jingyu has not made a move so far, and what really makes it difficult for the army to move an inch is the strange weapons in the academy camp.

Only by destroying these weapons can the army commander drive straight into Chang'an.

Under the attack of the Buddha, all the "new" weapons of the academy have been turned into powder, and then they only need to wait until the second gentleman is exhausted before launching the final charge.

Although the weapons have been destroyed, these high-ranking monks from Zhongling Monastery have not stopped chanting the Buddha's verses, they have already stored the belief that they will die when they come here, as long as they do not die, they will continue to recite until all the people in the academy have a nervous breakdown.

It is impossible for heretics to withstand such a powerful Buddhist mind.

And so it is.

The students of the academy were quickly dizzy and dizzy by this burst of Buddha's verses, and their chests were filled with nausea, and some of the students whose realm cultivation was a little lower began to lose their minds.

The chess pieces in Ji Zixing's hand shattered, and the talisman pen in Tu Wanyue's hand also broke, and there was a panic in the eyes of both of them.

I had never heard of this level of Buddha before, but today I heard it so terrifyingly.

Different from the pain of the academy disciples, those temple warriors who were fighting with the second senior brother were blessed by the aura of the Buddha, to put it in layman's terms, these Buddhas were equivalent to giving them a shot of chicken blood, making everyone burst out with two hundred percent combat power.

For the second senior brother, things that were originally as easy as Ka leeks suddenly became a little difficult.

Before, it only took one sword to take the life of an ordinary soldier, but now it takes two swords or more.

Every second counts on the battlefield, and the time it takes to kill a person is extended, even if it is only for a short moment, but it adds up to a rather terrifying time span.

The second senior brother, who had never had any expression, also became solemn at this moment.

At this point in the war, the power of the individual has become somewhat insignificant.

No matter how strong he is, no matter how he can kill, it is impossible to kill all tens of thousands of temple soldiers in a short period of time.

What's more, there are many strong people in it.

What's more, there is also a Yue Jingyu who has never made a move.

Forcibly breaking the "drawing the ground as a prison" formation before, the second senior brother had already suffered a lot of internal injuries, and he was so crazy about killing, but he wanted to use the killing to divert his attention, so that this breath could be released. Otherwise, once you go to heal your wounds, then the battle situation will fall apart on the spot.

You must take advantage of the fact that you still have the strength to fight.,Press back the state of the temple to rise.。

But the second senior brother didn't expect that the master of the Buddha Sect would suddenly appear in the camp of the temple, and also use the Buddha to increase the status of the soldiers of the temple.

It's like playing a game, where you're about to decide the winner and loser, and suddenly a shaman comes out and puts countless buffs on the enemy, turning the situation around.

The second senior brother, who has always been very attentive, is a little confused at the moment.

And Chu Weirui, who was at the far end, saw this scene and smiled.

The second senior brother broke her painting the ground as a prison, and it didn't make Chu Weirui feel any sadness, she knew that "painting the ground as a prison" couldn't really trap the second gentleman, even if it could be trapped, it would only be a moment's work.

What she wants to fight for is this moment of effort, so that the high-ranking monks of Zhongling Temple can have the opportunity to form a magic circle and recite the Buddha's verses.

Although the process was different from what I imagined, the result was as expected.

It is true that the second senior brother is very domineering in breaking the method of "drawing the ground as a prison", and looking at the entire wilderness, I am afraid that there is no second person who dares to use his body to draw the ground as a prison formation.

The second senior brother is not only tough, but also directly broken, and it must be admitted that his realm strength is too strong.

But so what?

War is never a one-man game.

This is a battle of luck between countries.

Although the temple failed to become a country, the people of the world have long regarded Jialan as a country, so the war against the Tang Dynasty can still be regarded as a national war.

Second Mr. Qinglian is the core of the Tang Dynasty's luck in this canyon, and if he stands there, his luck will not be disturbed too much.

Without interference, the academy can naturally let go of its hands and feet and toss at will.

Chu Weirui will not forget that there is also a Zhou Fei with the most whimsical ideas in the academy!

Those new weapons must have come from Zhou Fei's hands, and he was the only one who had the ability to toss so many strange things in a short period of time.

The reason for this is because the second senior brother has guarded the Tang luck in the canyon.

Therefore, interfering or dragging the second senior brother, the high-ranking monks of Zhongling Zen Temple can destroy Datang's luck in one go.

Without luck, there would be no more obstacles in front of the temple.

Everything she could have done had been done, and Chu Weirui was not ready to participate in this war anymore, she returned to her own steps and slowly lay down on the soft couch.

"Zhou Fei, whether you can live or not depends on your life. Chu Weirui stared at the veil of the chariot and muttered.

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With the destruction of the two weapons that the temple feared the most in the academy's camp, in the eyes of the temple side, this sniper battle led by the academy has entered the final stage.

Even if it is a genius of Qinglian Tianzhong, even if Mr. Big is one in ten thousand, he can't change the situation of the battle, and he can't stop the steel torrent of the temple!

What the academy could do was to retreat, retreat to Chang'an City, and make a final resistance with the protective array of Chang'an City.

But...... Can the academy be successfully withdrawn to Chang'an?

Obviously not.

The reason is also very simple, there are still armies of Chu and Zhao outside Chang'an City, and these people in the academy are afraid that they can only see the city walls of Chang'an, but they will never be able to step on the green bricks of Chang'an streets.

What's more, in addition to the armies of Chu and Zhao, the temple also has a hand of preparation.

Even if the people of the academy were lucky enough to escape back to Chang'an, the city protection array they relied on would not necessarily continue to shelter the Tang people.

The second senior brother is still continuing to kill, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that the second senior brother is tired.

He is a man, not a god.

If it is a human being, it will feel tired and thirsty.

From breaking the Drawing Ground as a Prison Formation to the present, the Second Senior Brother has killed nearly 5,000 people.

This is definitely a feat and enough to go down in history.

But the most powerless thing in the world is that even if you try your best, you can't change the outcome.

When the second senior brother felt tired, the soldiers of the temple still maintained a high will to fight under the blessing of the Buddha, although the second senior brother slaughtered countless of their companions, but these soldiers who were still alive did not have the slightest fear, they were still charging, trying to drag the second senior brother down.

All the time with the second senior brother was the infantry and archers, and the cavalry swept the formation next to it, and did not join in this encirclement and suppression.

Perhaps it was because they realized that the time had come to attack, and if they killed Mr. Er, their reputation would inevitably be greatly enhanced, and these cavalry did not want to give credit to those infantry in vain, so under the leadership of the commander, the cavalry also launched a charge.

The war horses were unreasonable to squeeze out a way in the infantry camp, and even if the infantry knew what these cavalry were here for, they couldn't do anything but resentment in their hearts.

Who makes people run fast?

Two legs can't always catch up with four legs.

But the next scene made these infantry fear again, and at the same time there was a little bit of joy.

With a wave of the long sword in the second senior brother's hand, all the cavalry were cut in half.

The upper body of the cavalry fell from the horse, while the lower body was still tightly clinging to the horse's belly and charged forward.

The incision on the body was so smooth that even the blood spurted out after a while.

This can only show that the sword move of the person who made the sword is so fast that he doesn't even realize that he has been split in half!

It was a small group of cavalry that charged in front of them who died, and they were eager to make meritorious contributions, so they completely ignored the strength of the second senior brother.

With the experience of the previous car, the cavalry charging behind was much more cautious.

However, these cavalrymen firmly believe in one thing, that is, the second senior brother's sword cannot be so fast all the time!

He was already showing fatigue, and the sword just now was afraid that it had consumed his already small amount of spiritual energy.

So you just need to delay it, and the second senior brother will be exhausted sooner or later!

At that time, whoever can cut off the head of the second senior brother will have his name resounding throughout the Great Wilderness!

What a supreme glory it is, and almost no one can resist the temptation.

At this moment, I don't know who suddenly shouted: "Brothers, don't be afraid, he can't hold it anymore, he rushes up in one go, and beheads the second Mr. of the academy, that is the glory and wealth of the entire second half of his life! Brothers, charge with me!"