"It turns out that it's just a half-step Martial Sect Realm!

At the moment when Yang Sanwan used his aura vividly in Lin Chang, his soul consciousness sensed his cultivation, and he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

After the dazzling gunlight dissipated, Lin Changsheng, who was somewhat torn in his green shirt, gradually revealed.

I saw that he was fine, but there were only some bruises on the skin.

"What?!"

"How is that possible?"

Yang Sanwan, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, saw Lin Changsheng walking out unscathed, and blurted out in surprise in an instant.

At this moment, he didn't dare to underestimate Lin Changsheng anymore.

I saw that Yang Sanwan locked his deep eyebrows, staring at Lin Changsheng who was slowly falling, and subconsciously held the carved spear a little tighter with both hands, and the soul sense coercion rolled up the sky with the gun's intent to lock it instantly.

Lin Changsheng, who was about to land, sank his eyes, and suddenly felt that the top of his head was as heavy as a thousand catties.

"What a strong soul sense!"

"This, the gun is small. ”

He frowned and muttered, only to see its falling figure flicker instantly.

Then he hurriedly adjusted the majestic aura in the sea of qi in his abdomen into the thirteen points that rushed open at his head, and a strong soul sense also erupted from the top of his skull, confronting Yang Sanwan.

"Boy, you're still a little tender when you fight with Lao Tzu!"

Yang Sanwan was surprised to see that Lin Changsheng, who had just landed, was on a par with his soul sense, and a cold light appeared in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth.

After a while, he didn't say a word more, and with a gloomy face, he picked up the spear he was carrying and disappeared in place, turning into a phantom.

"Drink!"

When the phantom was about to arrive at Lin Changsheng, he saw that Yang Sanwan's feet stopped, raised his eyebrows and roared, but it was a gun.

He spun on his hind feet in an instant, turned around with lightning speed, and stabbed out with his head arched back.

That terrifying shot was like a lightning rod around the flickering electric snake, piercing towards Lin Changsheng's head, extremely fast!

"What a return pistol!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Changsheng's eyes, and he instantly leaned back and crossed his legs, turning his hand and raising his sword.

"Sneer—"

Seeing this, Yang Sanwan immediately bent his knees and lowered his arms, and the silver light in the groove of the carved spear body suddenly appeared, and the tip of the sword that Lin Changsheng provoked suddenly pressed down.

This sword didn't even pick the horse pistol that Yang Sanwan stabbed out!

Lin Changsheng suddenly felt a huge force coming from him, and a slight surprise flashed in his eyes, his brows twisted, and the vertical sword was pressed against the shot like a boulder falling to the ground.

"Burst!"

I saw that the hilt of the sword he was holding tightly with both hands suddenly flipped over, and the blade of the sword suddenly turned cold, his legs bent slightly, and with the eight-fold speed momentum that erupted between the breaths of the explosion, the blade of the sword suddenly slashed out against the barrel of the gun.

"Qiang—"

This sword "brush" smashed the strands of gun intent and fierce aura wrapped in the spear, and directly picked up the barrel of the gun that was pressed to death.

Yang Sanwan's forearm was numb, and he didn't care about what to be surprised, so he hurriedly kicked his legs and pulled out of the air to catch the openwork spear that came out of his hand.

"Broken gun!"

"Go-"

Lin Changsheng said lightly in his mouth, his eyelids narrowed, his index finger and middle finger suddenly merged together in his chest, and he pinched the sword finger lightly, and in an instant, the sword intent spread out in this space.

"Zheng Zheng—"

"Whoosh-"

I saw that the seven-foot-long, three-inch-wide, violently trembling sword body that had stopped at Lin Changsheng's side turned into a dazzling meteor in an instant, and flew towards Yang Sanwan in the air above him.

"Woohoo!"

"Qiang-"

The terrifying sword intent that permeated the space suddenly poured into the extremely fast flying blade, and a cheerful sword chant resounded throughout the village.

Yang Sanwan, who caught the falling spear, suddenly felt that he was locked by an extremely dangerous aura, and the cold sweat on his forehead instantly oozed out.

However, he was very vigilant, and he didn't have a hard time with Lin Chang at all, and strode towards the village like a meteor.

Lin Changsheng snorted coldly, his hands kept changing gestures, and the sword shadows shuttling in mid-air also kept changing directions with him, pressing behind Yang Sanwan.

Yang Sanwan had a distorted face and carried a gun with one hand on his back, his eyes were covered with bloodshots, and he kept looking backwards frequently......

Lin Changsheng, who was fighting fiercely with Yang Sanwan, couldn't pull away to deal with those little minions, and saw these beasts rushing into the villagers' houses one by one, his eyes flashing with anger.

I saw a black turban thief with a sharp mouth scolding and scolding and kicking open the wooden door of the villagers, arrogantly waving a knife and chopping the debris in the house, turning over and over to find the belongings in the house.

The little boy who had scolded the Black Tiger Village just now got up quietly from the corner under the bed, and approached the thief with a nervous face and a shovel.

Just as he was about to suffocate the bandit with a shovel, the thin monkey bandit's ears moved, and he instantly turned around and slashed out.

"Bang dang!"

The shovel snapped into two pieces and fell to the ground.

"Little ghost, you still want to hit me?"

"Look for death. ”

I saw that the thin monkey thief grabbed the boy by the collar with a hideous face and threw him out of the door.

At this moment, a gray figure suddenly flew down from the eaves of the half-empty house, and gently caught the boy who was about to fall to the ground.

"Amitabha. ”

"Huzi, are you okay?

Xuanzang asked with a worried face whether the tiger in his arms was injured.

Before Huzi could respond, an inappropriate voice sounded behind him.

"Where did the stinky monk come from?"

"Want to be nosy?"

The thin monkey thief who was rummaging through the belongings in the house turned around and squinted coldly at the black-faced monk outside the door who had no aura fluctuations, got up and raised his bright machete and grinned.

"Come, Huzi, you go first. ”

Xuanzang didn't say much to him, and after putting the boy in his arms down on the ground, he got up and clenched his fists and walked towards the thin monkey thief.

"This monk... How dare you?"

When the thin monkey thief saw this great monk walking towards him without any cultivation on his body, his eyes couldn't help but flicker a few times.

"Since you, a monk, are looking for death by yourself, don't care about your grandfather and leave you dead!"

After a breath, he came to his senses, patted his cheek, changed to an arrogant and domineering face, and said arrogantly, holding the knife in both hands and slashing at Xuanzang in front of him.

The bright blade was wrapped in a layer of shimmer, and the shadow of the knife was about to fall on Xuanzang's body in an instant.

I saw that Xuanzang's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and his lower plate was still still, but his upper body immediately turned to the left to dodge the cold and shining knife, and then suddenly stretched out two fingers, clamping the knife body like pliers.

"Huh?"

The thin monkey thief wanted to pull it back hard, but he found that the knife body did not move at all, his face sank suddenly, and he gathered his aura and kicked towards Xuanzang's lower abdomen.

"Bell!"

"Shhhh

The thin monkey thief only felt as if he had kicked on top of the steel, his face suddenly wrinkled into a ball of pain, he dropped the handle of the knife, leaned over and covered his feet and gasped, staring at the inconspicuous monk in front of him with a horrified look.

I saw that Xuanzang's body gradually floated with a layer of faint golden Buddha light, and the black and white qi continued to surround his body like silk, which was particularly obvious and strange under this twilight.

At this time, four more thieves rushed towards this side with weapons in their hands.

"Quick, brothers, kill this black monk!"

The thin monkey thief's eyes welled up with joy, and he hurriedly shouted to his accomplices regardless of the pain.

"Amitabha, since you are looking for death, don't blame the little monk. ”

Xuanzang glanced behind him and snorted coldly, and found that the highest cultivation was only in the middle stage of the martial artist, and the evil aura in his eyes suddenly emerged, and his right hand patted the storage bag tied around his waist, and under the "brush", he saw an eight-foot-long Zen staff suddenly appear.

"Bell!"

Xuanzang put his left hand on his chest, held the Shenxin Zen staff with one hand and stomped on the ground, and in an instant, the strong wind shook, and the sand and stones on the ground rolled and rushed around.

"Ahem!"

"Damn stinky monk!"

"The brethren are moving closer to me. ”

The group of bandits who were rushing to kill all covered their faces and noses, and began to slowly gather back to back, holding their swords vertically, and looking around vigilantly.

"Drink!" I saw Xuanzang roaring angrily, picked up the Zen staff surrounded by Sanskrit, and ran towards the group of thieves at high speed in the smoke and dust.

"There, he's there, brothers, up!" one of the thieves shouted excitedly as he pointed to the golden light in front of him, and then a group of people rushed up and went towards Xuanzang.

Xuanzang, who was rushing rapidly, did not change his face at all, and jumped forward with his Shenxin Zen staff in his hand, and under the golden halo, he suddenly swept around.

The bandits surrounding all hurriedly dodged and hidden, only to see that the thin monkey was a step slower, and the next moment he was hit by the Shenxin Zen staff full of Sanskrit and flew out, and he fell to the ground and vomited blood.

"Let's get on it!"

"Whirlwind Knife Technique!"

"Mixed Dollar Top!"

The four thieves looked at each other fiercely, and began to use their martial arts from four directions to kill Xuanzang, and in an instant, the sword and sword qi shot out in the air.

Xuanzang hurriedly waved his hand to resist, his hands kept staggering and flipping, and the Shenxin Zen staff kept spinning, like a circular barrier that was impermeable, intercepting the oncoming Dao Dao aura attack.

"How is that possible?!"

"This monk obviously has no spiritual energy cultivation, how can he be so strong?"

Before the four people around met each other, the black-faced monk actually dissolved the tricks of several of his people, and his eyes gradually flashed with surprise, and he couldn't help but lose his voice.

Boom!

Xuanzang's face turned pale, and he inserted his Zen staff into the ground and stabilized his somewhat shaky body.

At this moment, his situation was not very optimistic, he only felt a pain in his arms, and gradually became numb, and his right hand holding the Meditation Staff began to tremble slightly.

"Om, the end of the bowl is in Tuoning, and the ...... is savaha."

I saw his left hand standing on his chest with one palm, his face turned into a calm and began to muttering some obscure Sanskrit incantations.

"Brothers, the monk is going to die!"

Among them, the scarred face covered with flesh saw Xuanzang's appearance, and hurriedly said happily to the brothers around him with a hideous face.