Boom, the water of the Yellow River roared and rushed, setting off rolling angry waves, trying to pounce on the enemy.

I saw that the wind was as clear as activating the water spirit bead, and as soon as it was pulled and pulled, the tyrannical water was led into the air and turned into water droplets and fell, except for shrouding the entire dock area in the torrential rain, there was no lethality.

The river god's body has fallen into the water, but it still can't avoid being besieged.

The elite group plus the Shaolin warrior monks, there are more than 50 epic heroes, and the rest are also top elite heroes, so many high-end combat power, there are no more than ten countries in the world that can pull out a similar lineup.

If he hadn't fought in the water, he would have taken down the river god a long time ago.

Xiang Ningxuan stood on the shore with his sword, entangled with the river god in the soul plane. The light on the Trapping Immortal Sword is uncertain, always locking on the divine power of the river god.

Several soldiers who were not good at water warfare were guarding Xiang Ningxuan's side.

Suddenly, Xiang Ningxuan's body was shocked, and the trapped immortal sword in his hand almost escaped.

The river god still has some hole cards, and at the last moment, he does not hesitate to detonate his divine power to break free from the shackles of the fairy sword. Since he is no longer an immortal, the binding effect of the Trapping Immortal Sword is naturally greatly reduced.

The soul of the river god fused with the body, turned into a stream of water, mixed with the surging water of the Yellow River, and broke through in all directions.

"Kill him! Don't let him run. ”

Everyone knows that this is the final stage, and it is up to them to end the battle perfectly. All of them made great moves to stop the river god's Jedi escape.

However, after all, the river god belongs to the gods, and the soul contains divinity, and the effect of general attacks is not ideal, and several soul ripples rushed out of the encirclement and rushed upstream and downstream respectively.

When the overall situation was stable, Shen Tao did not participate in the output, as a sniper, the usual DPS does not matter, the most important thing is to be able to handle it at critical moments. The Soul Horizon is opened, allowing the soul to be tracked even if the body can be invisible.

Bang bang bang, three shots shattered the three soul ripples that were heading upstream. By the time he turned the sniper rifle downstream, the river god's soul ripples had already jumped out two or three kilometers away, and although the sniper bullet could hit it, the attached soul ability could not attack such a distant target.

Xiang Ningxuan comforted: "Forget it, just run away." The river god shouldn't have much strength left. As long as his followers are eradicated, he will not know how long it will be in the Year of the Monkey to regain his strength! ”

At this moment, a golden thunderbolt crossed the Yellow River, completely sweeping away the soul ripples of the river god scattered and fleeing with lightning speed.

At this time, the river god is really devastated.

A bearded Taoist Shi Shiran stepped on the waves, and the golden thunder just now was sent out by him, and the power was far greater than that of ordinary epic heroes.

He had a calm demeanor, a tall posture, his hair was pulled into a bun at will, and he had no other equipment except for a green sermon robe and a pair of black cloth and white-soled shoes, which made him feel a little dusty.

It's a pity that when they got closer, the calves covered with leg hair that were exposed from time to time under the robe ruined the overall feeling, and he was reduced from an elegant immortal to a big man with his feet.

"Thank you for your help, what do you call it?" Xiang Ningxuan asked politely.

The Taoist priest waved his hand and said, "My name is Gu Zhihong, a disciple of the Zhengyi Sect, and I came to report to the Shenwei Army on the orders of the teacher." Don't call me Taoist, I'm only 23 years old. ”

Xiang Ningxuan looked at his beard, a little incredulous that this guy was only 23 years old.

Gu Zhihong touched his chin and said, "I'm genetic, and I don't have a razor, so that's the only way to go." ”

Xiang Ningxuan had never heard of Zhengmen, anyway, he seemed to be a Taoist priest, and he just didn't want the Buddhist family to dominate. A big master came to Daomen, which just stimulated and stimulated the Shaolin monks.

Sure enough, several warrior monks glared at Gu Zhihong angrily. Shi Baohu and the others hugged him and mocked: "Zhengyimen? Haven't heard of it. Is there no one in the Daomen? Why did you send only one person? ”

Even if he was surrounded by people, Gu Zhihong still looked calm and breezy. He said seriously: "We are getting started with a rigorous screening, and not everyone can get started." Will, conduct, and qualifications are indispensable, and only 3 people in this generation have been able to get started. It is even more difficult to become a teacher, and it is necessary to familiarize yourself with the Dao Collection, stabilize the Dao foundation, and condense the Dao heart. If it weren't for the national recruitment this time, I'm afraid I wouldn't have passed the assessment so easily. ”

Gu Zhihong may have said this unintentionally, but it was a naked slap in the face of the Shaolin monk.

Shaolin Temple is the kind of sect that is wide in and wide out, anyone can pay a little tuition to learn martial arts, and after a few years of study, you can graduate by passing the exam.

In addition to reciting "Amitabha Buddha", most of the warrior monks know nothing about Buddhist classics and Buddhism, and they don't even have scars when they shave their heads, and they can't help drinking and eating meat.

After graduation, the warrior monks may not be able to do chivalrous deeds, and there are many people who are involved in evil and evil.

Therefore, even if the Shaolin Temple is large, its status in Buddhism is not high.

More than a dozen warrior monks surrounded a Taoist priest, but they didn't dare to really make a move, and they couldn't overwhelm each other in momentum, and they were embarrassed after a long time.

"I'm sorry, please let me go, I still have to report to the commander of the Shenwei Army." Although Gu Zhihong had the word "please" on his mouth, a ball of golden thunder had gathered in his hand. He is not a fool, and a good heart does not mean that he has no temper, these monks rely on the strength of the crowd to oppress, so he naturally can't show weakness.

The golden thunder was full of brilliance, and there seemed to be a small sword swallowing sword light inside, containing two kinds of power: lightning and sword qi.

Facing the golden thunder, the Liberation Tiger couldn't help but stand on end, and hurriedly raised the golden bell jar.

The two have not yet made direct contact, but the qi machine has already clashed. The thunder sword qi collided with the golden bell, sizzling. The Admiralty was visibly recessed, and the surface was covered with lightning-like cracks. The golden sword was ready to strike, and it seemed that it could penetrate the crack in the golden bell at any time and launch a fatal blow.

Looking at the golden thunder from a distance, it doesn't feel much to kill the remnant soul of the river god, and only by experiencing it can you feel its terrifying power.

As the leader of the warrior monks who joined the Shenwei Army, Shi Baohu believes that he is by no means weaker than the so-called personal disciples who retreat and practice penance in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. I never thought that a little Taoist priest could easily break his golden bell jar, but Shi Baohu himself provoked first, if he dodged in the dust, wouldn't he lose face?

"Don't be rude when you catch a tiger. This fellow Daoist is also a comrade-in-arms of the Shenwei Army. Still out of the way? ”

Master Yonghui's angry rebuke helped to give the steps, and the release tiger slapped out the golden thunder with a palm, and he dodged away.

Hahaha, Xiang Ningxuan really wanted to laugh three times. Daomen really did not disappoint, as a local sect in China, it usually does not show mountain dew, but the background is still very deep. Gu Zhihong alone is enough to balance a group of warrior monks in Shaolin Temple, and it also saves him a lot of worry.

"What kind of spell did Gu Daochang use?" Xiang Ningxuan asked. He could feel that this mixed energy of thunder and sword qi was strong and domineering, suitable for breaking the enemy in a dignified manner. His Trapping Sword is suitable for trapping the enemy

Gu Zhihong withdrew the golden thunder and said, "The secret of this sect, the Shenxiao Heavenly Thunder Sword." ”

"Very good, welcome to the Divine Might." Xiang Ningxuan stepped forward and patted Gu Zhihong's shoulder and said, "However, you also have to undergo military training before you can officially become a soldier of the Shenwei Army." ”

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