"Kill——!"

"Kill! ——！ ”

In the not spacious corridor, a group of evil people with red faces, I don't know if it was the blood that had surged up, or the blood that had just fallen had not had time to slip down, and the faces were dried up, one by one, their faces were hideous, they let out angry roars, waved the weapons in their hands, and rushed towards the enemy one after another.

That crazy expression, the appearance of not being afraid of death, is enough to make anyone's heart tremble, shock their minds, and retreat.

However, Song Jianqiu had a solemn face, holding a rosary in one hand and a vajra demon pestle in the other, dancing in the crowd.

In fact, because of the narrowness of the aisle, there are not many evil people who can really contact her and fight with her, and the real trouble is that she found that these people are really crazy, not only are they not afraid of being hurt, but sometimes they even take the initiative to rush towards the King Kong Demon Pestle in order to entangle her, just to rely on their own bodies to jam her attack.

Fortunately, she noticed it early and got out in time, otherwise, she would have been restricted in her movements and weapons, and if she had to deal with it, I am afraid it would be even more troublesome.

However, she also quickly realized why this group of people were so fierce and fearless of death, and they also frantically wanted to exchange injuries for injuries to attack her, mainly because this group of people was really invulnerable - it could not be said to be completely invulnerable, at least even the Vajra Demon Descending Pestle she was holding in her hand needed to be very hard to penetrate into the other party's body.

You must know that the Vajra Demon Pestle in her hand is a medium-grade spiritual weapon, because it is blessed by Buddhism, and the surface is engraved with thousands of words of Sanskrit, so its solidity and sharpness are far from being comparable to ordinary sword weapons, but even so, she needs to use force to cause damage to the enemy.

"Ahh With a cry of pain, Song Jianqiu pushed away the evil man who was pierced through his neck, and the latter covered his neck, which was constantly gushing blood, and staggered back again and again, and finally leaned against the wall.

It stands to reason that such a person should be dead, however, after just a few seconds, the evil man let go of the hand covering his neck, and he could see that the wound just now had healed at some point, and the blood he shed was actually absorbed by the wall behind him, and not a drop was leaked.

After the wound healed, the evil man roared again, raised his weapon, and rushed towards Song Jianqiu again.

As you can see, although this group of people don't know what kind of evil magic they have on them, they can be invulnerable, but this level of invulnerability is only dealing with ordinary blades, and for a spiritual weapon, as long as it takes a little more effort, it can still cause damage.

Therefore, what really bothers Song Jianqiu is this weird and amazing recovery speed, not to mention a hole in the neck, even in the chest and temples, and it only takes a moment to recover and become intact.

Not to mention that this is not in line with scientific principles, even in Buddhism and Taoism, it is impossible to have this level of effect, unless...... They're not people?!

The thought flashed through her mind, and she raised her eyebrows, jumped to her feet, and spun in mid-air with a roundhouse kick that sent all the cult who rushed up to her feet fly, and she used this force to do a backflip, pull away some distance, and fall to the ground.

Then, the Vajra Demon Descending Pestle in his right hand was inserted into the belt of the garment around his waist, and he pinched the seal of the immovable Ming King with both hands: "Pro!" Then the fingers flipped and turned to the outer lion print: "Fight!" Finally, he pushed at all the evil cults who rushed over, and shouted, "Break! ”

As soon as the words fell, a powerful force, surging out like a violent wind, fierce like a wave, although invisible, but unstoppable, slammed into all the evil cultists, and fell to the ground in an instant.

At the same time, a blood talisman appeared in the middle of everyone's foreheads, and it could be seen that with this blood talisman as the center, countless blood lines spread to other parts of the body.

Seeing this blood talisman, Song Jianqiu frowned, feeling that this blood talisman was a little familiar, however, before she could take a closer look, the blood talisman disappeared again.

Seeing that everyone rushed up again, she pushed with her right hand, and the handprint of the Thunder Buddha was broken, and she immediately rushed towards the enemy.

This time, this group of evil cults cooperated tacitly, stopped their movements at the same time, gathered together, and pinched a strange handprint at the same time, and then roared in unison, and suddenly the black smoke that came out of their bodies was like the beginning, condensed a human face above their heads, and rushed towards the big Buddha handprint.

It's a long story, but in fact, it was only a few seconds, after the collision between the two sides, there was a violent explosion, and the sound that burst out was still echoing in the corridor, but from behind Song Jianqiu, there was a voice, even in the explosion, it was still clearly recognizable.

"Under the Sanqing Zun, the dragon roars in the sky, and the evil order is punished! Destroy the Evil! ”

With a curse, a huge broken word flew over Song Jianqiu's head and landed in the crowd of evil cultists, and suddenly, the blood rune that had appeared for a few seconds before resurfaced, and the blood light appeared.

didn't have time to see who the person behind him was, Song Jianqiu pulled out the King Kong Demon Descending Pestle from his waist again, rushed up, and the tip of the pestle instantly clicked on the blood talisman between the foreheads of one of them, and shouted in his mouth: "Break the evil!" Golden lightning was instantly injected into it, and the blood talisman suddenly shattered and dissipated without a trace.

The strength of this group of evil cultists is not very good, and they only rely on the possession of evil arts.

And now, the evil magic has been broken, and the blood on his body has suddenly faded, but his eyes have not regained their clarity, but have shown a state of chaos.

"These people are not human anymore! Don't be soft! The voice of the person behind her sounded familiar, as if it were a reminder to her.

But in fact, even if there is no need to remind him, Song Jianqiu is not ready to be soft on these people.

When urging the golden lightning to break the blood talisman, it had actually penetrated the enemy's brain, and although the injury was not visible on the outside, it had actually become a plate of cooked tofu inside.

Although she didn't know who it was, she was obviously a righteous person, so she didn't look at it, but hurried to kill this group of evil people before the enemy reacted.

"Destroy the Evil!"

"Destroy the Evil!"

"Destroy the Evil!"

"Broken ......!"

In the corridor, the evil spells continued one after another, and both sides used their own means to break the blood runes, and then easily killed the enemy.

This group of evil people, as Song Jianqiu thought, is no longer human, even in such a scene where the general trend has gone, they don't know how to be afraid, and they rush up with blood talismans without fear of death.

However, when Song Jianqiu and the others killed the evil cultists one by one, the only one among all the people who remained sober was left in the valley, but when he saw this situation, he was frightened, and he had long lost the arrogance that he had inspired the evil cultists before, and quietly fled here while the enemy did not find him different.

(End of chapter)