Rumble!

The demon pestle is like a giant pillar of optimus, the runes on it are densely covered, there is a hidden Buddha light in the sky when it falls, the sound of chanting is accompanied by bursts, all evils are easy to dispel, and the demons retreat, it is a Buddhist holy weapon.

The golden scales were not checked, and the head was smashed, and when he landed, his head was broken and bleeding, and his hair was scattered, and the waves rolled all over his body, obviously angry to the extreme.

"Bastard!"

There was a bloody light in the golden scales, not an angry loss of mind, but a real killing machine, and in the roar, the red golden glow around the body was magnificent, like a peerless demon, and the cold wind was great.

In the sound of crackling and rushing like rain hitting plantains, the dark clouds were extremely thick, as if day and night were suddenly alternating, but a dark and dazzling sun rose inside.

If you look closely, where is the big sun, it is clearly a dark luster, and a light and shadow inside exudes an incomparable edge, and it is a dark cyan iron spear!

"How, the wind!"

Holding the iron spear, the golden scale swung it from afar, and with a piercing roar, it swept away the demon-slaying pestle that attacked again, and separated the snowy sword that stabbed through the gap.

Whining!

It was like a whistling roar like a whimper of heaven and earth, but I saw the rolling black wind sweeping in an instant like ocean waves, surrounding a radius of hundreds of miles.

Especially the two thousand-zhang King Kongs, even though they were covered in golden light, they were still unable to withstand the black wind and waves, and their huge bodies staggered as if they were drunk.

"Demons dare!"

The old monk of the dry corpse roared sharply, and the magic pestle in his hand was dazzling, as if he had come to life, and countless runes writhed endlessly, bursting out with thousands of rays of light, breaking through the black wind and waves, and directly taking the golden scales behind him.

"If you, a bald donkey, are at your peak, this saint will still be jealous of you, and now ...... At best, it's just a pseudo-saint who is struggling to make a living, and he dares to be presumptuous in front of this saint?"

The golden scales were disdainful, shook the iron spear, and sneered sharply, instantly like a poisonous dragon out of the hole, leaving a sharp white mark in the void, and the tip of the spear clanged, and the middle of the demon pestle was raised.

Rumble!

Then a roar erupted, and an invisible wave of light rippled between the two, tearing out jagged ripples, which were a sign before the spatial rift was about to erupt.

The old monk of the dry corpse snorted, staggered and exploded, stepping out of the void depressions in mid-air, the light and shadow under his feet exploded, and his great strength was disordered, obviously suffering a loss.

"Thousands of miles of snow!"

The snow thousand roared like a wave, the sword in his hand roared, bursting out with dazzling white light, and the cold qi between heaven and earth rose wildly, even the rolling and raging black waves seemed to have a tendency to be frozen.

Countless lightsabers are scattered like snowflakes, looking beautiful, but wrapped in endless killing machines!

Any target who is within the snowflake sword light, once the snowflake sword light containing the power of the Holy Dao is approached, it will inevitably be like a maggot on the tarsal bone, cutting gold and eroding the bones, until the Dao is extinguished, and the end is extraordinary.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!"

The cold light in the golden scale's eyes flashed, and he shook the iron spear in his hand again, pointing at the sky above Xue Qianzhong's head, and the light like thunder flashed away, "Call the rain!"

Boom!

With a piercing roar, the wind roared, and fist-sized dark cyan raindrops fell like hailstones, leaving incomparable white lines in the void wherever they passed.

Where are these raindrops, they are clearly meteors containing supreme power, which want to destroy everything in front of them!

Click!

Almost instantly, the snowflake sword light annihilated a small half, and the rest was visibly eliminated with the naked eye, and it couldn't even rush to the side of the golden scale, and what was even more terrifying was that the raindrops not only shrouded the snow Qianzhong, but also covered the disciples of the Great Snow Mountain.

"Stop, Brother Jin has received the supernatural powers, and the grievances between you and the King Kong Temple will not interfere in the future......"

Xue Qianzhong's pupils shrank, and he shouted urgently, and the snow sword in his hand was not slow, and the white cold light exploded to the extreme, and there was a sign that he was going to fight with all his strength if he didn't agree with him.

It's no wonder that he is like this, the sage has no scruples to make a move, and the half-saint has almost no ability to resist, that is, Zhan Tai Zhenming and other peerless Tianjiao have one or two hole cards.

If you really want to fight down, if your own half-saint is damaged here, it will be a big loss!

It's a pity that he miscalculated the determination of the golden scale, and he didn't expect that the brocade glaze was divided and eaten, which made him angry to the extreme, if it wasn't for the maintenance of his strength after canonization, he might have lost his mind at this time.

Even so, it was on the verge of losing his mind, and he shot mercilessly!

"Look for death!"

Almost instantly, Xue Qianzhong judged that the golden scales did not have the intention of keeping their hands, and the cold light in their eyes was great, and the snow sword in his hand stabbed out without hesitation, as if a snowflake that had been magnified countless times bloomed in his hand.

Buzz!

In an instant, the snow-white lightsaber rushed into the sky, as if piercing the netherworld, piercing a hole in the sky, and in the sneering and sharp roar, the space holes full of holes erupted with terrifying devouring power.

Whether it is the black wind and waves, or the dark blue raindrops, or the golden light in the sky, or the endless snowflakes, they are all within the range of devouring.

Obviously, this blow hit a real fire and completely let go of the last bit of scruples!

"Hmph, it's not enough!"

The golden scales were cold, and his eyes swept towards the half-saint of the Great Snow Mountain, and the iron spear in his hand shook slightly, as if he was about to stab out in the next moment.

"Baoguang, stop him, otherwise if there is damage to my Great Snow Mountain, this saint will definitely retreat immediately!"

Xue Qianzhong's eyes were about to crack, and he said sharply.

"Humph!"

The old monk's eyes were gloomy, and even under the golden Buddha's light, it was still difficult to hide his dying and dead aura, as if he was an evil demon.

Rumble!

But the hand is not slow, the demon pestle is smashed out quickly, and the heart is critical after taking the golden scales, after all, if the snow retreats, it is he who is difficult to support alone!

"Look for death!"

The golden scales drank coldly, didn't see how to move, didn't even turn around, just the iron spear with signs of a forward stab shook, and with a shake of his elbow, it pushed backwards.

When there was a loud bang, it was like a thunderbolt exploding, and a fine crack collapsed out, but it was also instantly smoothed out under the two swept out of the Holy Dao power.

The old monk of the dry corpse took two steps back, his face was gloomy, and his eyes could not hide his shock, this was the second time he had been shocked back since the fight, and his strength was obviously not as strong as the golden scales.

Rumble!

But just as the golden scales were about to make persistent efforts and give Xue Qianzhong an unforgettable lesson, there was a sudden darkness above his head, as if a terrifying power covering the sky and the sun had descended, even as a demon saint, he felt that his body sank.

"King Kong!"

The golden scale's eyes were cold, and Sen Ran looked at the two smashed demon pestles, and the iron spear in his hand shook, lying across his head.

Boom!

In the piercing roar, terrifying light waves swept out, and the void stirred up ripples, as if the mirror was about to shatter, and bursts of dazzling light erupted.

The golden scales, a powerful and incomparable new demon saint, smashed into the ground like a falling meteor, and the radius of a hundred miles was like an earth dragon turning over, setting off waves of earth, but it was gradually smoothed out in the light waves centered on the King Kong Temple.

"Shoot with all your strength to suppress this fang!"

The old monk of the dry corpse snorted, but he also knew that with his current strength, it was difficult to kill the golden scales, and the only thing he could do was to suppress it by relying on people and location.

Rumble!

Before the words fell, the three-pole demon pestle rose to the sky, and then like a golden thunder punishment spear descended, the composition of the zigzag formation fell from the sky.

What is particularly terrifying is that the King Kong Temple rises in the air with a Buddha shadow in the sky, and the volley is pressed down with a palm, and there is a "swastika" Buddha seal inside, wrapped in the power of endless sealing the town, and directly takes the place where the golden scale falls.

"Frozen for a thousand miles!"

The jealousy in Xue Qianzhong's eyes flashed, but he still gritted his teeth, and a sword stabbed out, and the tip of the sword pointed to the golden scales.

Call!

In an instant, the silver-white frost covered it, diffusing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there were dense and mysterious sword-shaped runes that were like snowflakes inside.

Boom!

But after an instant, a terrifying power burst out from within, and an iron spear burst out, and the golden scales burst out of it with a gloomy face, but caught up with the three-pole demon pestle and Buddha seal that fell from the sky.

"You deserve to die!"

The blood in the golden scales was magnificent, and a shot stabbed out, as if it was about to pierce the heavens and the earth.

With a loud bang, it was covered by thousands of golden lights, and the whole was pressed to the ground again, not only the demon pestle and Buddha seal falling from the sky, but also the power of the leylines surging underground, under the traction of the large array of the King Kong Temple, forming a two-sided attack on the golden scales.

"Damn!"

The golden scales roared angrily and erupted wildly, but it was difficult to break through the great power of heaven and earth that contained no less than the three saints for a while, "If you don't make a move, if you want to reap the benefits, don't blame this saint for taking action on you after getting out of trouble!"

"Huh?"

Xue Qianzhong's and the old monk of the dry corpse changed slightly, their pupils suddenly contracted like the tip of a needle, and they each made a defensive move in an instant.

Zheng!

But at this moment, a crisp sword chant suddenly appeared, sharp as lightning, ethereal as the wind, and the impermanence sword light emerged from nothingness, only to see the sword light and no one was seen!

"Juggernaut!"

But the two powerhouses were still in the moment, and judging from the great power contained in the sword light, the one who came was a sword sage with a powerful attack.

Bite!

Just the moment of taking precautions, the sword and the demon pestle in the hands of the two powerhouses suddenly shook violently, bursting out with a dazzling light, and the two of them kicked back and forth, their eyes showing shock.

"This saint is here, just to kill one person, and you will retreat!"

Tall, ordinary, thick eyebrows and big eyes, the heroic sword-wielding woman stood in mid-air, but everyone who stabbed couldn't open their eyes, it was the lord of the red-sleeved move-Li Twelve Niang!

"If you ignore the iron law of demon suppression and take action against us, aren't you afraid of the suppression of the temples?"

The old monk shouted.

"You are the new Sword Saint Li Twelve Niang!"

Xue Qianzhong's face changed for a while, and he said in a deep voice, "I have no grievances and no enemies, you ...... today."

"The words of this saint, don't say them a second time!"

Li Twelve Niang's sword eyebrows were raised, and the sword in her hand was loud, as if she was about to unsheath and drink the enemy's blood in the next moment.

"Stop, stop her, the people of the temple will be there soon!"

The old monk of the dry corpse and Xue Qianzhong glanced at each other, and the two enemies who had been fighting for many years actually chose to join forces.

Because, both sides have no right to retreat, and there is no room for retreat!

"Hmph, don't measure yourself......"

Li Twelve Niang shook her hand with a sword, and the supreme sword weapon was out of her hand, as if the sword of the open sky appeared in the world, but at the moment of the battle with the two strong men, she suddenly felt an alarm, and did not hesitate to turn around with a sword.

Rise!

The blood-colored stegosaurus rushed into the sky, engulfing Li Twelve Niang in an instant, and disappeared into the sky!

Rumble!

At the same time, a golden black Buddha figure stepped out of the King Kong Temple, slapped down with a palm in the air, and instantly pressed on the top of the golden scales that had just poked their heads out of the seal.

"Daikokuten!"

The face of the old monk of the dry corpse was distorted, and his voice was three points sharper.