Master Huang He was paralyzed on the ground just now, unable to move, and although those indigo-colored gems were pulled out, they still hadn't recovered much. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But in the midst of such a crisis, he stood up.

The little monk called Baoshan supported him, and beside him, there were more than 20 old monks around, some of these people sat down, some lay horizontally, some of the golden roosters were independent, and some bent down the iron plate bridge, with all kinds of strange shapes. And then the mouth went on and on.

This is the magnanimous Buddha sound, and this is where the truth, goodness and beauty are conveyed.

There is a kind of colorful light, which is transmitted from the center of the eyebrows of the Yellow River master, and spreads through blessings, making people feel that outside this heaven and earth, there is a huge Buddha pouring energy, Yao Yao looks at this place, and the magnificent breath is transmitted with the Buddhist scriptures.

However, at this time, they are the most vulnerable, and those rakshasa demons sense the fear, and they are desperate to destroy everything here.

Hundreds of Rakshasa demons pounced on them, but the monks did not change their faces.

The monks of the Hanging Temple, who were not involved, also gathered around this side. Some of them have very low cultivation, and some of them don't even know how to practice qi, but they are casually handling all kinds of things that can be obtained, whether they are candlesticks, or monks' sticks, or a severed limb. They were all gathered outside the magic circle organized by the Yellow River Master.

They want to use their lives to protect the wings of this magic circle, and also to protect the dignity of the Hanging Temple.

Even if there are a lot of scum villains in the Hanging Temple, even if the people's hearts are not ancient, even if there are all kinds of wrongs, the Hanging Temple is the Hanging Temple.

As a Buddhist saint sect that has lasted for thousands of years, they have their own pride.

Dignity is worth defending with death.

The Buddha also has true anger, and the monks are also human beings, and they also have flesh and blood, kill!

Everyone gathered around one after another, gathered together under the call of Master Huanghe, but it was obvious that these people who formed the magic circle were the real combat power of the Hanging Temple, and those who were guarding outside were not powerful characters, although they had the courage to see death as home, but in the end it was still a little difficult to resist the attacks of these Rakshasa demons.

Every second someone falls, every second there is blood flowing wantonly.

When I heard Master Huanghe's greeting, there were already more than a dozen Rakshasa demons lying beside me, including men and women, and basically none of them survived.

I'm more ferocious than usual.

After hearing the greeting, I suddenly returned to the defense, with the pace, but it is the snake mother-in-law taught me the step, this method is in line with the gossip nine palaces, few people do not think, once the scene is chaotic, people shuttle in it, like a ghost, close to the body, full of infinite excitement.

A second later, I appeared in front of the Yellow River Master's array, and at this time, the Rakshasa demons were also angry because of the desperate resistance of those people.

They gathered five tall and long-legged ugly rakshasas.

The reason why I recognize the other person as a man is not only because the other person is tall and ugly, but also the key point is that the words are very long.

I can't bear this, what can I be proud of, and show it intentionally or unintentionally?

Clenching the bloody knife in my hand, I slashed forward.

A sharp edge.

This was the moment when the breath of Saladin's Blade ended, and I had used up almost all the anger stored in it in the fierce battle just now. But this last one is the sharpest.

The ugly rakshasas waved their claws to resist, but without one exception, they were all waist-to-waist.

Don't ask me why I'm not separated - even if I wanted to, I had to reach it.

I don't jump up and hit someone's knee, but it's the most comfortable angle. But it's around the waist.

The splendor of the last moment of Saladin's blade made a knife and ten cuts, such a situation shocked everyone in the field, and countless people gasped, but those jade-faced rakshasas seemed to be crazy, opening their mouths like insect mouthparts, showing sharp teeth, and their faces were fierce, so they were not afraid of death and rushed towards us.

The bloody glow of Saladin's blade was gone, but the bloody knife remained.

Not only was it there, but I also felt the same dead aura that I had when I was at the ruins of the Haitian Buddha Kingdom, floating out of these dead Rakshasa demons and being absorbed by the blood knife.

The Blood Knife can be nourished by these breaths.

Yun Moqian and the old ghost joined the battle here, and the three of us formed the most solid defense line in the crowd, and the casualties were rapidly decreasing.

And in the gap between the return of the knife, I saw the old ghost's shot.

After returning to China, his style has changed a lot☆The key is that he no longer pursues extreme speed, but adopts an intermediate way of combining speed and power.

To put it simply, he fell in love with the most efficient means of solving his opponents.

Concise, clear, and deadly, that's how he fights.

I saw that his hands were like electricity, constantly flapping against these rakshasas, and suddenly my heart moved. From the peach blossom fan, he took out the dragon claw he picked up from Huang Han and threw it to him: "Next!" ”

The old ghost was so killed, he copied it casually, glanced at it, and asked, "What?" ”

I said that the dragon claw is made of real dragon cartilage molten slurry. The Huang Han of the Huang family in Jingmen got it, you put it on, just to practice your skills.

Time was pressing, and the old ghost didn't have time to push back, so he put it on his right hand.

At this moment, an ugly Rakshasa rushed from the front, and the old ghost suddenly bent his hand. Then he pulled forward, and the three-meter-tall Rakshasa demon in front of him suddenly stiffened, and then the old ghost stretched into his abdomen, and suddenly pulled it, and bloody intestines spilled out.

So sharp and indestructible.

The old ghost shot like lightning, and used the claws of the dragon claw to wipe off the neck of a jade-faced rakshasa, and couldn't help but shout excitedly: "Good magic weapon!" ”

I swung my knife and shouted, "It's yours." ”

When the old ghost heard this, he didn't delay it and let me hold my position, but he rushed directly into the Rakshasa demon. Like a tiger rushing into the wolves, setting off the bloody storm, rushing left and right, there was no one to unite, showing how terrifying he was after absorbing the hearts of the two Cappadocia.

And at this time, for the first time, the sound of chanting behind us overpowered the shouting and killing voices that I didn't know where they came.

The sounds of these chanting voices hovered in the air, turning into countless golden runes, and then enclosing the gap above the beam, which became smaller and smaller as the scriptures intensified. It was as if there were countless nets intertwined there, making it harder and harder for the Rakshasa demons inside to get out.

I glanced back at Master Huanghe, his eyebrows tightly closed, as if he had entered an ethereal state.

He was trying to channel the power and seal the gap, but the power over there was too strong. It made him a little unsustainable.

The battle continues, but the tide is beginning to tilt in our favor.

Seeing that the Yellow River Master and they were about to succeed, a hysterical roar suddenly came from the gap, and I forced back several jade-faced rakshasas with one sword, and looked up, only to see a pair of golden horns trying to crawl out from the gap.

The Buddhist scripture runes that were blocking the gap frantically intercepted. However, it forced the thing out.

After a few seconds, the thing finally revealed a head, but it was a jade-faced rakshasa with two horns on its head, and then she climbed the pillar with both hands and climbed out.

The temperature of the entire space suddenly dropped by several degrees, and on top of the beams, there was a large area of frost and cold out of thin air.

What a terrifying breath.

I can feel the horror of this two-horned rakshasa and know that the more the world rejects her, the more powerful it proves that the power in her body is getting stronger, but it's a pity that Master Huanghe opened his eyes angrily, but he couldn't stop her.

When the two-horned rakshasa in black scale armor and holding a black sword jumped down from the beam, countless rakshasa demons cheered.

That's when I realized that these demons could talk.

They chanted: "Asha River ......"

Asha River, Asha River, Asha River...... The cheers were endless, and I knew that the other side must have felt the pressure from this side, and sent a general to stabilize the bridgehead, so that the seal could be dissolved, and more fierce soldiers and demons would come.

The enemy was arrogant, and even the old ghost had to be forced back. Seeing that after the double-horned rakshasa landed, he was half-squatting on the ground, and a large area of frost appeared on the blue bricks of the main hall.

The old ghost knew that things couldn't be delayed, and said to me: "Old Wang, you hold your ground, I'll deal with her!" ”

I stared at it, shook my head and said, "I'd better come." ”

After that, I couldn't help but say, I rushed forward directly, and when the old ghost saw it, he didn't stop it, but retreated back and stabilized the formation here.

Six meters away from the side of the double-horned rakshasas, there were two monks holding iron rods, these two were also personnel of the Mingjing Pavilion, but before the big right and wrong, they reversed the camp and protected the wings on this side, these two people are masters, and they also made a huge contribution to stabilizing the position just now, at this moment, seeing that this enemy is fierce, countless rakshasas behind him are boiling wildly, but they also have thoughts, carrying the stick, and rushing forward.

I knew that the woman was not simple, and shouted loudly: "Don't go, wait for me ......"

They were still too impulsive to listen to me, and the next second. The figures of these two men suddenly froze, and they did not move.

When I rushed up to them, I saw that their bodies had become like black crystals, and they had actually become vitrified.

In the next second, there was a bang, and they shattered into countless ice cubes.

And the two-horned rakshasa looked up. When he looked at me, I felt an extremely cold temperature spreading rapidly towards me.

Are you going to die?

I smiled coldly in my heart, squeezed my left hand suddenly, and shouted: "Flame Fox, pay the rent!" ”

Roar!