The change happens like lightning and fire, and it depends on who reacts fast enough, even if there is a difference of one second, it will be a life and death judgment!

While Tang Ning shouted, his body jumped backwards, instead of rushing forward directly after determining his position, not that he was afraid of it, but that he was afraid that his actions would affect the Iron Rod Monk and other members of the action group. He retreated, and the iron rod monk rushed, so that he could exert the most powerful blow in an instant.

Moreover, the Iron Rod Monk and his team members have been on missions together for many years, and they have a tacit understanding. He is experienced in dealing with the enemy, and he retreats at the right time to help them.

It is clear that Downing's choice is appropriate and the approach is correct.

Before Tang Ning's words fell, he heard an angry roar, as if a thunder had sounded on a sunny day. It shook people's ear drums.

A scorching red iron rod grazed Tang Ning's body, and the hot wind howled, and he could even feel the hot temperature on the iron bar.

The iron rod that shot out seemed to have just come out of the furnace, and the speed of the entire burning iron rod was unrealistic, like a red phantom.

There was a burnt smell and a faint white smoke.

The invisibility spell was broken, and eight or nine people rushed out of the ground, some of them rushed to the ground, and some jumped in the air, but at this moment, they all stopped rushing forward.

A white-robed priest standing among these + people staggered, looking in disbelief at the red iron rod inserted from his chest, pierced out from behind, making a swishing sound, and surrounded by faint white smoke, raised his eyes and looked at the iron rod monk who rushed to the front, grabbed the iron rod at one end of the iron rod, muttered in his mouth, opened his mouth, wanted to say something but did not say it, his gray eyes were dim, his head drooped, and a few locks of gray hair hung down from his hood. His legs were bent, his arms were hanging at his sides, and the body was hanging from an iron bar.

The two sides were at a stalemate for a moment, and they moved almost simultaneously.

"Kill!"

The bursts of energy collided together, causing the void to explode, and the surrounding snow was overturned, and the snow flew up, and the violent energy streams shot out in all directions. All kinds of light exploded with a bang. Barely visible, invisible waves of energy twisted the surrounding space to pieces.

There is no need for verbal communication between the parties. From the moment these people slaughtered the two members of the action team, it was already doomed that this life-and-death battle that did not require any communication would end with the death of one side.

The Iron Rod Monk himself was alone in two people, a middle-aged man with blond hair in a suit and a priest in a white robe.

Xu Song faced a mysterious person wearing a black robe and covering his head and face.

The rest of the action team members are either one-on-one or two-on-one.

Tang Ning turned around and instructed Zhou Yu and Jiang Tao: "You two watch them." ”

Zhou Yu hesitated, sighed, and then nodded slowly. Jiang Tao snorted coldly. But there was no objection to Downing's arrangement. The people in the action group are fighting for their lives. No one looked at the poppy group, and the four women were not good. Only they are temporarily responsible.

"You two little children who don't even have a primordial god, you will be sent to death if you go up, so let's stay honest. The spiritual power on her body was imprisoned, and she couldn't run away from such a good opportunity, the long-haired woman hated it in her heart, so she simply made Zhou Yu angry with the two of them.

"Tang Ning is okay, but you must not die, your life belongs to the Fallen Heavenly King. The short-haired woman also looked at Tang Ning and suddenly said.

"My life is mine. That old dog of the Fallen Heavenly King, hmph, sooner or later I will point to his nose in his face and ask why he caught me. Tang Ning replied, and stopped paying attention to this woman who talked a lot.

Turn your head to focus on the battlefield ahead. Charge up in advance, once there is danger, he is ready to rush up to replenish the combat power as soon as possible.

What attracted him the most was the battle between the Iron Bar Monk and the Blonde Man and the White-robed Priest.

The white-robed priest was obviously from the Holy See, and his body was surging with white so-called holy power, and he shot viciously. The giant cross that conjured up is not far from the key point of the iron rod monk. The cross and the iron rod had struck each other dozens of times, and sparks were scattered.

Westerners' moves are simple, but practical, and there are no bells and whistles. The iron rod monk has a hand of the King Kong Fu Demon Stick method from the Shaolin True Legend, simplifying, opening and closing, the power is amazing, although one person is alone against two people, but does not fall behind.

The middle-aged man with golden hair is holding a pair of fists with tiger head and fangs, the golden light is flashing, and a faint tiger roar can be heard between the waves.

Snort, the iron-roded monk smashed out a stick from under the armpit with his backhand and pierced the white-robed priest's chest and the white robe, and patted it horizontally, and the white-robed priest spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot, but this person was also a ruthless character, ignoring the broken sternum, reaching out to grab the end of the stick, clamping it under the armpit, and picking up the cross with the other hand to cut the neck and throat of the iron-roded monk. At the same time, he created an extremely advantageous attack gap for the blonde man who jumped up from behind and pounced on the iron rod monk. The blonde man quickly crossed his hands and conjured up dozens of tiger-shaped fists, which smashed into the head of the iron-roded monk with his head covering his face.

There are fists in the front and back, left and right, and if they are smashed, the bald head of the iron rod monk is estimated to be torn apart like a watermelon.

In this case, unless the iron rod monk took off the stick, it was possible to dodge the cross cut from his neck and the dozens of false fists on his head. But the Vajra Fu Demon Stick is an iron rod monk since he joined the action group in the temple, has been a favorite blade, many times even when he sleeps has to be placed by his side, over the years, no matter how strong the opponents and enemies encountered, he has not been forced to take off the stick to protect himself. For him, the stick is out of his hands, and he has already lost half of it. All of a sudden, the Iron Rod Monk was forced into a predicament.

It may be understandable that the blonde man sacrificed his life to pounce. Each other is already dying. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, well-dressed, like a man of great status, no matter what his true identity was, but at this time he was a simple warrior, one of the Qimen monks, fighting for a certain purpose. Since it is a battle, there must be an awareness of death.

But the white-robed priest didn't care about himself, and he was even more desperate than the blonde man. With the hypocritical beating nature of the Holy See, it seems that it is rare to see such a tiger.

But no one knew that the white-robed priest's life no longer belonged to him from the moment the first white-robed priest who was killed on the spot by an iron rod monk piercing his heart.

Although the three priests who infiltrated Chinese mainland this time wore the same white robes, there was a real big man among them, and the reason why he was also wearing white robes was to hide his identity.

He was a pastor, but not a pastor in the ordinary sense of the word. He is a black-robed priest from the Inquisition. It was also directly ordered by the order of a certain red-robed archbishop, and the red-robed archbishop was at the behest of the supreme pope of the Holy See. Layer by layer, the black-robed priest became an envoy. Mentor and leader of this mission.

What's more important is that this person's spiritual cultivation is extremely strong, and he originally planned to conduct a spiritual search after catching Tang Ning, and use his strong spiritual power to forcibly invade Tang Ning's soul center, that is, Zhihai, search his memory, and find out what to find. As for whether Tang Ning will be abolished after being mentally searched. It's not in their area of concern. Just find what you're looking for, and that's the most important part of your mission.

But he never expected that this black-robed priest who was extremely strong in spiritual cultivation was pierced through the heart by a stick before he could give full play to his strengths. He died unjustly. If you start a frontal battle, an outward-looking, extremely violent cultivator like the Iron Rod Monk will just be restrained by this spiritual expert.

If there was a regret medicine in the world, presumably the black-robed priest would definitely choose to stand in the back when he launched the group stealth spell, rather than standing in front of the team with self-cultivation. Pity. Time does not turn back, and there is no regret medicine in the world.

When the black-robed priest died, the two white-robed priests who accompanied him were required to endure seven days and seven nights of scorching fire, a punishment known as Satan's feast within the Holy See, according to the rules of the Inquisition. No one can hold out for seven days and seven nights before his whole body will be reduced to ashes and die. Moreover, the process of death is very slow, and the victim will watch his flesh and limbs melt away little by little. The pain is indescribable.

That's why the white-robed priest will fight hard, and it is better to die here than to die under the scorching flame after going back.

The shock of the iron rod monk on his chest had already shattered his sternum, and several bone spurs had even been inserted into his internal organs. He gathered all the holy power of his body on his chest, armpits, and arms, in order to stick to the iron rod monk.

Yes, not the iron rod that he held under his armpit, but the iron rod monk who was the owner of the stick.

The holy power was transmitted along the iron rod to the place where the iron rod monk held it, producing a very viscous force, so that the iron rod monk could not take off the stick even if he wanted to. An iron rod was firmly glued to each other.

Seeing that the opponent was forced into a predicament, and he could be dragged to hell with him on the verge of death, the white-robed priest was very happy with the relief in his eyes when he was dying.

When the iron rod monk found that his hands were stuck to the iron rod, not to mention that he didn't want to let go of the stick, even if he wanted to, it was too late. The cross had been sliced to the lower part of the neck, and the skin around the neck was trembling with the sharp wind, and the skull, forehead, temples, and even cheeks could feel the metallic hardness and weight of the fist smashed from above.

Tang Ning had been watching his battle, witnessing a flash of cash in his hand, and rushed past, but it was too late.

At this time, I listened to the iron rod monk raising a loud Buddha horn. It is like a flood bell and a big Lu, resounding through the four fields.

Amitabha!

The four syllables, like fast and slow, seemed to be fast and seemed to be extremely slow, and every time a syllable came out of his mouth, his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and skin pores would burst out with golden light. All four syllables were shouted, and the head was already wrapped in golden light.

Dangdangdang

The sound of continuous metallic crashing.

A backflip, the blonde man who landed on the ground, and the white-robed priest who was slowly kneeling on the ground with an iron rod under his armpit were dumbfounded.