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And when he saw that his subordinates were all beaten by the other party and had no power to resist, the open-chested king finally couldn't bear to pull out the scimitar at his waist, shouted, and rushed towards Shi Wuwei and the others.

When the soldiers below saw their king personally attack, their hearts were overjoyed. Because they have actually discovered the strength of the other three people a long time ago, and they are no longer the ones who can be killed.

"Hmph~ I didn't expect that the people of the Taoist Sect would also become thieves in the sea!". The so-called right protector of Java, that is, the Central Plains man, found Su Wushi as soon as he came up.

However, this time, Su Wushi was unmoved by the other party's words. Because he knew that he was not a pirate in the first place, so why did he fall into the word.

So, I saw him say loudly, "Bad ~ report the name, I won't kill the nameless ghost under the sword."

"Ma Dezhong!". The Central Plains man said in a deep voice while holding back his anger, and at the same time pulled out the long knife on his waist and killed Su Wushi.

In fact, this Central Plains man named Ma Dezhong only came to this Java country three years ago and became the right protector of the Dharma.

The reason for this is because he has offended some people in the rivers and lakes that he should not offend. Therefore, in desperation, he had no choice but to go into exile.

Although his second-grade mid-level strength is only in the middle and lower reaches above the rivers and lakes. But in this Java country, his cultivation is already below one person and above ten thousand.

"Your sword skills are not weak, why don't you mix in the Central Plains?" Su Wushi said while resisting the knives of many parties.

However, Ma Dezhong does not seem to have the intention of answering this question.

His sad eyes were just locked on the vital points around Su Wushi, and the knife in his hand only continued to slash straight forward.

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At the same time, the panicked little monk, for some reason, fought against the king of Java.

Don't look at this king, who is over half a hundred years old and has a big belly. But his second-grade skills, as well as the scimitar in his hand, are very powerful.

And the little monk is not good at weapons, so he can only fight with his fists and feet. In addition, he still thinks that the theft of his own people is very inappropriate.

Therefore, in such a state of weakness, he, who was already one order lower than the other party, had no choice but to gather the golden bell jar to resist the other party's knife and knife.

However, in the face of the little monk so direct, so simple defense. This king of the West, who has been fighting all his life, doesn't seem to have a good way.

Although he had already seen that this bald boy's cultivation was indeed one level lower than his own. But the strength and fierceness of the other party's internal strength have never been seen in his life.

Not only that, but the golden bell outside the little monk's body has blocked all his offensive positions. No matter how he slashes, he will never be able to break through the opponent's defenses.

Actually, this king is not to blame. After all, the territory of this Java country is not as good as that of the Central Plains, and correspondingly, the talent is naturally thousands or tens of thousands of times less. Coupled with the golden bell jar of Buddhism, even in the Central Plains, it is second to none in the superior martial arts.

Therefore, it is also common sense that he cannot defeat the little monk.

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Another battlefield, on the other hand.

At this time, Shi Wuwei had already suppressed the left protector of the Javanese country.

If a clear-eyed person takes a closer look, he can find that the bronze armor on the left protector's body has been cut out by the Mo Mei sword, three or four cuts, the size of an index finger.

Not only that, but the blade of the bronze scimitar in his hand had already broken out two or three holes.

"锵" "锵" "锵"

The sound of swords intersecting still sounded.

And Shi Wuwei did not slack off because he had the upper hand. On the contrary, he increased the strength of his shots, wanting to solve the other party quickly.

The cultivation of this Left Dharma Protector is actually at the middle level of the second grade. However, due to the exercises and talents, every sword he uses is very difficult for him to take.

At this moment, this protector who has guarded the king for more than ten years is already white in his lips and sweating like rain.

Obviously, the domineering true qi has already caused him internal injuries.

"It can't be put off any longer. Otherwise, if this matter is made bigger, it will be detrimental to both countries." Shi Wuwei actually didn't want to make a big fuss about this palace, he just wanted to inspect himself to see if he could find a clue about the whereabouts of the first emperor.

But now, the matter has come to this point, and it is impossible to find it anymore.

Then he saw his right hand holding the sword, and he slammed it hard. Streams of black true qi emerged from the sword body of the ink sword.

Then, he directly raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the left protector from top to bottom.

And this Dharma protector, who was already difficult to support, knew in his heart that he might not be able to escape death after seeing Shi Wuwei use such a move.

However, as the king's protector, he still raised the scimitar in his hand and faced the opponent's sword.

"Click".

A crisp voice rang out.

The scimitar, which has been broken in two.

But Shi Wuwei didn't kill the other party by the way, his Momei sword just quietly rested between the opponent's necks and didn't cut it down.

The two are innocent, so he has no reason to kill him.

And at this moment, this left protector also has backbone. He didn't beg for mercy or surrender because of this. He just stared at Shi Wuwei viciously and raised his head with dignity.

A man with iron bones is naturally admired.

Therefore, Shi Wuwei just gave a palm, and after slapping the other party away, he put away his mind and rushed to the battlefield on the side.

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At this moment, the golden bell outside the little monk's body was still shining with golden light. And looking at his facial expression, it seems that he has not used his full strength.

In contrast, the anger on the face of his king's opponent was even greater.

Today is the day of his victory, the day of his domination of Java.

Unexpectedly, on this good day, I was in a bad mood by these three young people.

And what made him even more angry was that he couldn't even deal with the bald boy in front of him.

In fact, he also knew very well in his heart that if he did not subdue these people today, then the majesty of his king, would leave a deep shadow in the hearts of his courtiers.

So, I saw that his heart was horizontal, and the true qi in his body was still running wildly.

Then, the pure gold scimitar in his hand also began to become extremely sacred.

He knew that his next full blow should be able to break through the opponent's defense.

But unexpectedly, just when his momentum reached its peak, a pair of palms burning with black flames suddenly came out from behind the bald boy and attacked him.

In this urgency, it is too late to go to the knife.

Therefore, he had to hurriedly use his true luck and hastily slapped the palm of his hand.

"Boom". The palms were separated with a touch, and the two true qi in the palms exploded with a loud sound.

Because the king had just not prepared, he was slapped by Shi Wuwei and retreated three and a half steps.

And Shi Wuwei also used the power of the other party's palm to pull the little monk and retreat.

"Let's go!".

As soon as Shi Wuwei finished speaking, he raised another kick and kicked it at a brazier beside him.

Then, I saw that the firewood in this brazier was like a meteor, smashing into the battlefield on Su Wushi's side.

"Let's go!".

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