"This, this, this, this is divine punishment, right?"

Niubi Old Dao Yunhu said excitedly. ＋◆

There was horror, excitement, and pride in his eyes. For it was the three arrows that were released by oneself that caused God's punishment.

Those three arrows brought panic, and the Zhongyuan Society rioted, and began to step on thunder everywhere. There are too many thunders to step on.

Five thunder runes and five thunder runes, stepping on them are five thunders, which are the five thunders of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. Five thunders descended together, it was for five thunders.

The combined power of the five thunder runes in these five thunder runes is far less powerful than the power of subduing demons, but it can't cover these five thunder runes is a group attack technique.

The drawing method of the Five Thunder Fu was given by Li Xun to those who were accused by himself, and those people began to work overtime to get it out early.

In fact, Li Xun also can't draw the Five Thunder Fu. But after he came down from Kunlun, he would be ......

The five thunder talismans and even the thunder of the sun have a miraculous effect on the yin spirit, and if they are touched, they will die. But for people, the effect is average, similar to being shocked. If you are hit in the front, you may only suffer burns all over your body, and you will be able to save your life.

Zhang Jue and Li Xun even dared to carry the five thunder talismans head-on, but they couldn't stand much damage when they were hit.

But Zhongyuan Society's can't, this is their nemesis.

And, at the same time, stepped on so many mines. Thunderclouds roll, and a hundred thunders descend in unison. This power is not a simple superposition like one plus one, but rises in geometric multiples.

Under that kind of thunder net, don't say that Zhang Jue and Li Xun are gone, Li Fangping and Zhang Kaifu have to run, and even they can't escape death.

But then again, Qu Xiang is really fateful.

Fortunately, the central point was not him, and the area covered by the thunder net was still some distance away from him. Otherwise. He just faked it.

But sadly, it was as if the Zhongyuan Society had been completely dismantled.

More than half of the senior leaders died under the thunder net.

That Yuan Qingshan was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

This pillar of light made the morale of Zhongyuan Society collapse instantly, and everyone began to panic, and they had no intention of fighting again.

God's might. It's just horrible.

The power of nature in this world is terrifying.

Zhang Jue was chased and killed by Li Fangping at the beginning, and he suffered from the thunderstorm, but he was not as powerful as this thundernet.

A monk gasped and said, "In my lifetime, I can see such a heavenly might, and I have no regrets in dying." ”

"Amitabha, this must be the manifestation of the Buddha, and it is the divine punishment of the Buddha."

"This time, we were able to wipe out all of the Zhongyuan Society. Hahaha. ”

"Amitabha, donor, dare to ask if you still have the five thunder talismans? Let the old monk also release an arrow? ”

"Hey, old monk, don't hide your secrets, you also have five thunder talismans, why don't you use your own?"

"Well, since the donor refuses to fund the salvation of the world. Then I'll do it myself. The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Hehe. I hope that the old man can also create a divine punishment. ”

"Old monk, you are so shameless."

“……”

The old monk kindly took out a five-thunder talisman from the monk's robe, and took out a few bottles of black dog blood and tied them to the arrows.

'Quack'

The sound of the deadly winch rang out again.

The old monk turned out to be clear, and played with the crossbow.

'Click'

The arrow is wound, and the string is buckled.

The old monk smiled and looked at the people of the Zhongyuan Society who had not yet recovered on the other side. Put your hands together and say softly: "I will kill you on behalf of the Buddha, alas, the great good in the world really needs to do evil." The old monk doesn't want to commit murder, but he wants to come to the power of divine punishment again, and he also wants to eliminate harm for the people, haha. ”

After the old monk finished speaking, he was about to pull the trigger.

But at this time, a kind voice came: "I will kill you on behalf of the devil, alas, there is a great evil in the world, and you really need to do good, and you don't want to kill people, but the hearts of people are sinister, and I am doing harm for the people." ”

Everyone was shocked: "Who? ”

In the fallen leaves, a figure appeared.

Wearing a black trench coat, a sword hilt was exposed on the neck and shoulders, and his hands were in his pockets, looking at everyone with a smile.

"Amitabha, dare to ask the donor who ......"

The old monk squinted his eyes and said with a smile.

"It's easy to say, patriarch Dao, Zhang Jue."

Zhang Jue smiled and spoke.

Everyone was shocked, and hurriedly took a step back, looking at Zhang Jue in disbelief, no longer having the high-flying and domineering temperament before.

The old monk hurriedly picked up the deerskin machine crossbow and aimed it at Zhang Jue, holding the killing weapon in his hand, but he kept retreating in panic: "Master Zhang, you'd better not come over." ”

Zhang Jue took a step forward with a smile, frightening the old monk and the others to take three steps back: "Oh? Why is it better not to come? ”

The old monk's voice was a little frightened: "Because the crossbow in my hand will shoot you through." ”

Zhang Jue opened the placket of his windbreaker, but saw that there was still a sword in his underwear.

The old monk looked at the hilt of the sword exposed behind Zhang Jue's back, and then looked at the sword body of the clothes there, and wondered in his heart that the ancestor Dao was not only a gentleman's sword? How does he carry two swords on his back?

"You, what are you going to do?"

Zhang Jue gently took out the sword in his underwear, held the hilt of the sword in his left hand, and chuckled: "Of course I killed you." ”

The old monk's eyes were shocked, and without hesitation, he aimed at Zhang Jue's chest and pulled the trigger suddenly.

'Bang'

The arrow shot out, turning into a remnant line and approaching Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue still had a smile on his face, but his body quickly moved to the left and drew his sword violently.

'W-'

Draw the sword.

The magnesium alloy arrow was indeed no match for the Damascus blade, and the blade was broken out of a small gap, but the arrow was split in two.

Zhang Jue didn't even bother to chop the wooden pole of the arrow body, but went to split the arrow at the near and far, which was a strong confidence in his own strength and a huge disdain for the enemy.

"You...... This. ”

The old monk was so frightened that the crossbow fell to the ground, and looking at the arrow that was directly flattened, he only felt that his whole body was cold.

Legend has it that the Patriarch Dao and the Heavenly Master Dao are not known for their martial arts, why is he ......

The legend is wrong. Legend only says that they were skilled in force, but they do not say what they have reached.

Compared to borrowing the power of heaven and earth, their martial arts are indeed not very strong. But if you deal with these monks and Taoists who don't know much martial arts at all, they are simply the number one master in the world.

Not to mention, that move is a sword drawing style.

Zhang Jue smiled slightly, looked at the dozens of people in front of him, and said softly: "You should die now, right?" ”

With that, his body disappeared on the spot.

After a while, I could only hear exclamations all around, not even screams.

In the exclamation, there was a constant sound of swords breaking through the air, and there was a constant 'poof' sound of sword blades cutting meat.

Zhang Jue's body has completely disappeared, not disappeared, but the speed is too fast, and the space for movement and transfer is too small, so it creates the illusion of disappearing.

It was just a few breaths, and there were dozens of more headless corpses in the field, dozens of heads fell to the ground, and dozens of headless corpses were still standing there, their necks spurting blood.

Zhang Jue has never been a soft-hearted person, and it is impossible to kill those who should be killed.

The old monk instantly smelled a strong bloody breath, and his soul flew into the sky in fright, looked left and right, and saw Zhang Jue appear in front of him.

"You, don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm a disciple of Buddhism, and killing a monk will be retributed."

Zhang Jue walked up to him and said with a smile: "There is a precept among the disciples of Buddhism, not to kill snakes and fight ghosts. Killing snakes will go to hell, and fighting ghosts will go to hell. You just wanted to kill so many ghosts, and you committed a murder commandment. Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart, at least not people like you. ”

The old monk knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing: "Master Zhang, I was wrong, no one is a saint or a sage, give me a chance." ”

"By the way, I still have a trick called sheathing."

"What?"

The old monk was in a daze, only to see a remnant line flying, and then the sky was spinning.

'W-'

Zhang Jue turned to leave, but he couldn't see how he made a move, and he couldn't see how he put the sword into the sheath and put the sword back into his underwear.

Turning away, the ground was littered with headless corpses. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit wènhttp://mnet

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