"Goku! Don't be in a hurry, think about how the fortune teller reads. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

After the senior brother landed, he stepped back more than ten steps before he stabilized his body, and the broken immortal in his hand was already bent like a bow.

"Giggles! Just now that you want to understand it? Too late! ”

Holding a sword in one hand and a whip in the other, the immortal cultivator slowly walked towards the people who were protecting Wukong.

"Ahem! You'd better worry about yourself! I see that you have very little mana left, and you can't even control the flying sword, so beware of being beaten to death by us mortals! "Senior Brother did not retreat, but advanced, and for the first time, he took the initiative to bully the immortal cultivators. The other people's eyes lit up when they heard this, and they all gathered around the immortal cultivators with their weapons, and several clever guards had already shot out of the company.

"It's enough to kill you ants!"

The arrows were bounced off by the deadwood cloak still draped over him, and the few shots that were fired at him were blocked by the ebony shield. The immortal cultivator's face was gloomy, and the use of the Water Path Talisman did consume a lot of his mana and physical strength, but don't think that the immortal cultivator is useless without mana.

You must know that almost all immortal cultivators have a certain foundation of martial arts cultivation, and they only entered the immortal path after stepping into the peak of martial arts, coupled with a deeper understanding of the power of heaven and earth, with the magic weapons in their hands and the runes on their bodies, these so-called martial arts masters in front of him are just a piece of cake for him, and the only ones who have the ability to threaten him are the senior brother and Lin Fengfeng who hold the broken immortal in their hands.

"You protect Wukong, leave it to me and the hypocrisy here!"

Seeing that the immortal cultivator chopping melons and vegetables and chopping the few people who came to him as soon as possible fell to the ground, the senior brother saw that the martial arts cultivation of this immortal cultivator was not under him. It's a pity that the immortal cultivator rubbed his body and deceived into the crowd, whipping his sword and swords, and kept wandering around, not giving Senior Brother and Lin a chance to get close.

"Nan Wu, drink Ratana, Doro Yeye......"

With the meditation mantra recited silently, the voices of the outside world gradually became inaudible, and Goku's mind sank more and more, straight into the depths of his soul. It was empty, silent and profound...... Suddenly, as long as an immeasurable eon, and as fast as an instant, he felt the rhythm of the power of heaven and earth around him, and the chaotic and mixed heaven and earth vitality that was stirred by the people who were fighting was actually moving according to some inexplicable rule...... Wukong blessed his soul, his eyes were slightly closed, his left hand was standing in front of his chest, and his right hand touched the ground casually, and naturally knocked it in front of him.

"Bell!"

The sound of the clash of gold and iron was like a yellow bell and a big lu, knocking heavily on everyone's hearts, and the surrounding heaven and earth vitality shook at the same time, and the faces on the barrier seemed to be very anxious, and they let out a silent hiss, and they swam more quickly and faster.

"Nam no Amitabha Night, Dotagadha Night, Dodi Night He ......"

The invisible Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi around Wukong condensed into lotus flowers, slowly drifting around, and gradually more and more lotus flowers filled the space within the entire barrier!

When the sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, the immortal cultivator's face changed greatly, and he was eager to mobilize his mana to sacrifice the magic weapon, but he also knew that at the critical moment, everyone didn't give him a chance to show it at all, and they were all desperately entangled with him without fear of death.

The scene inside the barrier appeared in Wukong's mind, and everything around him played out in his mind like a movie:

A janissary flew forward, completely ignoring the long whip in the immortal cultivator's left hand, the long whip that had become straight and hard passed directly through his abdomen, and the whip body that came out of his body was even more bewitching! The immortal cultivator just wanted to shake his hand and throw the guard out, but the other fell under him, and only the upper body of the janissary slapped his hands on the ground, rose up, opened his big mouth and bit the immortal cultivator's wrist fiercely, and the praetorian guard who flew in the air took the opportunity to pounce at the immortal cultivator's feet, and hugged his left leg tightly with both arms......

A martial arts master who was about to participate in the Controversy Tournament, his burly body fell to the ground, his left leg had already left his body, and a large hole was broken in his chest, and the beating heart inside could be faintly seen, and blood was spurting out with the beating of the heart. But he still clenched the thick eyebrow copper stick with both hands, and stabbed at the lower plate of the immortal cultivator again and again, his eyes were scattered, his movements were almost mechanical, and the attack without accuracy stabbed the immortal cultivator's legs, feet, etc., and the dead wood clothes and sawdust flew one after another......

In the distance, the fingers of several guards were already showing their bones, but they still used them to pull open one machine after another, and handed the arrows to the hands of their companions. The companions kept shooting arrow after arrow at the immortal cultivator from the gap in the crowd......

Bai Xing, who had just stood still, also overcame the fear in his heart and joined the ranks of the attackers, the long sword in his hand had been replaced by a thick-backed machete, relying on his agile body to sneak attack the immortal cultivators from time to time, attacking like thunder, retreating like a rabbit......

Hanging from his bloody left arm, Lin Xianfeng held a broken immortal sword in his right hand that zigzagled like a wooden bridge on a chaotic stone forest, or like a hammer, or like an axe, or like a sword...... Use the moves of eighteen kinds of weapons to attack the immortal cultivators in the crowd......

The senior brother's face was flushed, mixed with blood, and he didn't know if it was his own blood or someone else's blood, his hands were broken into two parts, his feet were fighting, wandering around the immortal cultivators, and from time to time he shot to block the attacks of the immortal cultivators, and every time he exchanged blows with the Aoki sword and the blood vine whip, his body would be shocked, and blood would spurt from his mouth......

Lotus flowers composed of heaven and earth vitality are born and died in this bloody space! The lotus flower kept spawning around Wukong, and it kept dissipating at every corpse on the ground and every face swimming in the barrier, taking away the ferocious aura that was hidden in it. Wukong didn't raise his voice, but the chanting became louder and louder, as if the world was chanting with him.

The dark clouds in the sky were lower, the thunder was denser and more urgent, and the face of the immortal cultivator became more and more ugly, and the face splashed with blood was hideous, like a ghost face under the makeup of the iron blue color.

"Boom!"

He gritted his teeth, gave up the plan to recapture the blood vine whip that passed through the bodies of the three janissaries and was held by them, and pointed to the ebony shield in front of him with his left hand, and the ebony shield exploded in response, and the scattered fragments not only hit the annoying ants around him, but also hit his own body.

The immortal cultivator's side was blown out of a space with a radius of nearly three feet, and the surrounding area was blurred with flesh and blood, he slapped it hard with his hand on the place where his chest had just been scratched, and another wisp of blood spurted out, splashing on the Aoki sword in his right hand, and then his left hand wiped on the sword, and Wukong, who was sitting there with one finger in his right hand, shouted:

"Aoki Sword! Disease! ”

The Aoki sword flashed with a dazzling cyan light again, and shot like lightning towards Goku, who was sitting cross-legged.

"Stop it!"

The senior brother was just behind the immortal cultivator when the ebony shield exploded, but although his too burly body made him avoid the vital point, he was also injured a lot, and he fell there and shouted anxiously.

After the explosion, there were very few people who could still stand, including Lin Xianfeng, Bai Xing and other masters, all of whom died in the explosion, leaving only a few guards who were hiding in the distance to shoot arrows and a few guards who fell beside the senior brother, and no one had the ability to stop the flying sword at all!

"Yikes!"

A janissary guard in the distance was absolutely unbeatable, and he stood in the way of the flying sword's flight, and the flying sword instantly passed through his body, and continued to fly towards Wukong, who was sitting with his eyes closed.

"Ah......h

Several of the guards who had shot the arrows flew over, forming a column in front of Wukong.

“…… Ghagana, Thargavali, Sabha! ”

Even though it was heavily armored, its flesh and blood body couldn't stop the flying sword, but it slowed it down, and when the light was greatly reduced and the swaying flying sword flew in front of Goku, the death spell was finally finished! The faces on the barrier were all serene in complexion, slowly fading until they finally disappeared......

"Click!"

Another bucket-thick thunderbolt fell, slamming into the fluctuating barrier. A bead-like crack appeared in the barrier, and eventually it shattered without a trace!

"No!"

The flying sword aura that could pierce Wukong's body with only a trace of sword light was lost, and it fell to the ground like scrap copper and iron, and the immortal cultivator let out an unwilling roar!

All the Dao talismans that have been accumulated with great difficulty have been used up, and one of them is a mid-level one! It took two strands of hard work, and he was forced to detonate the magic weapon ebony shield, so he couldn't kill the people in front of him who were regarded as ants, how could he be willing?

Can he be allowed to carry out a sneak attack as an immortal cultivator, and the object is still a mortal? So how can you be worthy of your identity and Dao heart? It's a pity that I still miscalculated the disciples of Hongfo Temple, I didn't expect that Wuhui's angry tiger knew so much about the affairs of the Immortal Dao, and I didn't expect that the youngest disciple of the old monk who did not quit would actually break through the peak of the martial arts at this moment and step into the Immortal Dao with one foot.

I knew that I wouldn't pretend to be forced in this way, and after laying down the blood sacrifice fierce array, I hid in the dense forest and directly sacrificed the flying sword to destroy Jing Ziwen...... As soon as the barrier was shattered, the silver snake wandering in the dark clouds seemed to have found an outlet, and scrambled to fall on the immortal cultivator who was racing and regretting it, directly scattering his soul!

is in response to that sentence: Don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be struck by lightning!

After the death of the immortal cultivator, the dark clouds began to slowly reced, and the coercion between this heaven and earth gradually dissipated, the entire valley was full of corpses, rivers of blood flowed, and the pale-faced Jing Ziwen stood there in a daze, extreme fear made his whole body stiff, as heavy as lead.

"Whoosh!"

Just when everyone thought that everything was over, one of the big men standing on the rocky wooden bridge stretched out his bow and arrows, and pointed at Jing Ziwen, who was dazed and had a dull expression, and several people who were traveling with him also pounced on him with sad faces.

Wukong, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he finally found the feeling when the exercises were fused again! I didn't see how he behaved, his figure appeared in front of Jing Ziwen like a teleportation, and Yun lightly leaned out his right hand, and pinched the two fingers in the middle of the food, and sandwiched the sharp arrow between his fingers.

Then he stepped towards the few people who pounced, and he rushed to punch, punched, and punched...... The same moves, the same moves, the same result - no matter what kind of weapon or move the opponent uses, he will knock him to the ground one by one!

"Plop! Thump! ”

At this time, the guards who had just blocked the flying sword with their flesh and blood fell one by one.