Xiang Chen, who stepped into the eleventh star, became more and more fierce, and if he threw himself into the torrent of steel with thousands of troops and horses, it would not be simply brave to describe.

This ascetic, who thinks that he has tasted a thousand bitter tastes of time, adds another bitterness to his mouth today, and he is shocked by the madness of the Chinese youth in front of him.

It's just that although he is not shocked, even if Xiang Chen steps into the eleventh star, it does not mean that he can fight back, the reason why he is fierce at the moment is completely because he has just broken through and exerted 200% of his strength, as long as Xiang Chen exhales, that spirit and spirit will fade, and his power will naturally be much weaker.

It's just that the ascetic has calculated everything in front of him, but he ignores the fact that Xiang Chen is not alone, so when Xiang Chen suddenly spit out a breath of turbidity, his hand was slow, and the ascetic was about to fight back, a Gonglin Yanling knife with a cold light poked out from the oblique place.

There is no horizontal chopping and no vertical chopping, this is the result of Ding Yi's penance in the past month, straight stab.

An ordinary person who stabs directly as Ding Yi, if a dojo master who has practiced swords for more than ten years comes to comment on this sword, he can only give a medium evaluation of "ordinary and still needs to be polished", but in the eyes of the thirteen-star master of the ascetic, this knife is as natural as an antelope horn hanging upside down.

The tip of Yan Ling's knife pierced into the filthy true element of the ascetic, and the ten stars cut the thirteen stars should have collapsed at the touch of the former, but the tip of Ding Yi's knife was full of ingenuity, like a clever tailor, and the true element of the ascetic monk was cut along the texture, and the stabbing sound went straight to the heart.

If you change to an eleven star, there is a high probability that he will be stabbed to death with such a knife, but as the monk who is evaluated by the contemporary Shiva of India as the most promising to become the next grandmaster among the many ascetics in India, the monk in front of him who was born in the Indian Brahmin Pandit family but is willing to perform the unbearable suffering of Sudra is just stretching out his withered palm.

The palm texture is extremely thick, and the texture is full of mud, loaded with all kinds of flavors in the world.

As soon as the ascetic monk who had been cultivating Shiva and sat down in the Tantra for twenty years grasped the knife that Ding Yi had stabbed, he pushed forward with his other hand, and a pair of eyes on his thin cheeks were as disgusted as copper bells, and his mouth drank: "Ganges! ”

The true essence of the ascetic surged, like the dirty water of the Ganges, washing the filth with filth, and it was about to drown Ding Yi and Xiang Chen together.

One side of the dragon bell buckled, covering the two, Yun Shaoxuan appeared beside the two with a spear in his hand, the dragon bell groaned under the washing of the Ganges water, the original lifelike dragon bell surface has been painted with a layer of gray-yellow that is the same as the Ganges true yuan, the carving is also blurry and abnormal, the dragon is not like a dragon snake is not like a snake.

Yun Shaoxuan shouted the next bell: "Quick! ”

Rise!

The cyan stun came up to the sky, the eleventh star first entered, and the super martial arts pine and cypress strength was also the best to change at will Ji Songshi held the sky long sword, and his medium-long hair was blown to the back of his head by the wind, and he was a mess, and he cut it off with a sword, as if he was vowing to cut off the head of this Indian monk.

As soon as the ascetic raised his hand, he divided one-fifth of the Ganges River fork to intercept it, but was mercilessly split by the Heavenly Sword, and the former's face changed and divided two-fifths, but it was still not effective.

It wasn't until he didn't care about the dragon bell that the turbid true yuan was all used to impact the Ji Songshi, and the long sword that was shining with cold light and not seeing blood and sealing his throat was finally blocked.

It's just that in the water of the Ganges, a sleeve robe suddenly poked out, and in the sleeve robe, where Xiang Chen and a few people couldn't see, a palm of one hand reached out towards the ascetic.

It is not entirely correct to say that it is a human palm, because the palm is not humanoid at all except for the appearance of five fingers, the fine shield-shaped green lins are all over it, the back of the palm is hard scales, the palm is soft scales, the bone joints are getting thicker and heavier, and the fingertips protrusions become longer and thicker, as if it is a five-handled divine weapon with a killing intention.

The dervishes still stretched out his claw-like palms to compete with his muscles and bones, and he was not afraid.

Only this time he was destined to be deflated by this, but when the palms of the two buckled together, the ascetic immediately showed a painful expression, and the huge force that was not like human power was like a claw disc supported by a high-power hydraulic press, closing little by little, and pinching his proud hand bones to a creak.

And that's not all, he wanted to break free, but the five claws of Agaricus stabbed deep into his flesh and buckled between the bones, really locking it up.

Can't move!

The ascetic glanced at Ji Songshi coldly, fighting fiercely?

Fierce hand-to-hand combat, the two locked one hand and the other side of the hands and feet began a chaotic battle, such a close distance of the sky sword is embarrassing, Ji Songshi, who does not consider himself a swordsman, does not care about the long sword out of his hand, casually throws the sword in his hand, and begins to punch to the flesh.

He was not as fierce as Xiang Chen, but when the ascetic was concentrating on dealing with Ji Songshi, the uncontrollable Ganges River water could no longer trap Yun Shaoxuan's Panlong Xuantong Bell, and Xiang Chen was the first to step on the strange black thunder behind the ascetic.

Ji Songshi comprehended, the dragon claws buckled harder, and fought more fiercely.

Without using the Standing Heaven Cannon or the Overlord's hard reins, Xiang Chen acted as the King of Hades to summon spirits, and his body instantly turned into three shadows, and the three fingers were pointed at the ascetic's back.

After three muffled sounds, the ascetic, who had barely been injured since the beginning of the battle, had turbid blood flowing from his mouth, his eyes were red, and his nostrils were hung with two scarlet streams.

He smacked the scorpion tail without looking back, and Xiang Chen was directly smashed and flew out.

"Die!"

The ascetic monk's nails exploded with a strange poisonous cold light, stabbing straight at Ji Songshi's body, and Ji Songshi, who did not have the regeneration ability of Yang Immortal, was afraid that he would have to break half his life.

A big stick smashed from the side, and the blade swept across the nose of Ji Songshi and smashed accurately on the chicken claws, and several fingernails that had poisoned many lives were smashed open.

Ji Songshi scolded angrily: "Dead flea, are you trying to smash me to death?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu saved your life!"

This battle is said to be fierce, but the actual time that has passed is only two or three minutes, and in these two or three minutes, Yang Buying's side ribs that have torn off a large piece of skin and flesh have been eighty percent better, at least it will not affect him to smash this stick.

The dervish suffered pain, and two more figures appeared on the oblique side, one was as usual with an ordinary forward stab, and the other was a chaotic dragon roaring, and the tip of the dragon's kiss spear shook the cold light.

The waffle, exhausted, could only watch as the knife and shot stabbed him in both sides.

Although the big gun was thicker and heavier, and was stuck by his ribs that had been tempered for twenty years, the Gonglin Yanling knife was a ghost urging death, and Ding Yi slanted the knife side one by one, pierced along the gap in the rib fan, and went diagonally upward, and he took it straight to the heart.

The dervish twisted his body as hard as he could, and the tip of the knife pierced through his right chest, and the ascetic coughed and choked on the blood in his lungs.

Click!

The wounded hands on the body were weak, and the ascetic's palms were pinched and exploded by the dragon claws of Agaricus after a number of scalp-numbing sounds, and when Yun Shaoxuan was surprised, he had already let go of the ascetic's hand, and retracted his palm back into his robe, and the green scales and claws subsided, leaving only the soft and collapsed chicken claws that seemed to be boneless.

In the last resistance, the turbid true yuan Ganges water rushed out from the ascetic's dantian, and Xiang Chen's five people retreated together, leaving alone the ascetic who was guarded by the turbid true yuan of the Ganges water.

It's just that at this time, this ascetic monk who has no human appearance is completely human, not a ghost, not to mention a miserable appearance, not to mention a three-year-old child is an adult, I am afraid that he will be scared to tears.

But Xiang Chen's five faces were expressionless, just standing around the ascetic, this is not a ring battle, no one pays attention to fairness and justice, if they can besiege and kill, there is no point in paying attention to chivalry.

Thinking too straightforwardly will only become a shovel to dig one's own grave on the battlefield.

There is another point that distinguishes the battlefield from the ring battle, that is, everyone has to see and listen to all directions, so the tragic situation of the ascetics here also fell into the eyes of the rest of the people for the first time, on the one hand, I was surprised by the strength of Xiang Chen's team, the ascetics are no better than the Pushkin brothers, this is definitely strong enough, there are no flaws at all.

On the other hand, these people are more vigilant, the ascetic monks see defeat, then no one stops Xiang Chen, if they have the heart to go directly to get flowers and fruits, wouldn't they make wedding dresses for others in vain?

Therefore, not only the white clothes of the Holy Court and Xie Qianchou, but also Du Er, who was playing a game of cat and mouse with Zhou of the Zhou family, also glanced at them intentionally or unintentionally.

The atmosphere is becoming more and more delicate.

An eagle's cry broke the subtle atmosphere, and everyone who focused their attention on the ascetic followed the sound, and a divine steed green falcon was flying down at a height of three hundred meters, and on it was a person with a low brim who would hold a bow like a full moon, and an arrow that was more than a meter long and a square blood groove was lying on the quaint big bow.

The bowstring was half open, and it was still a long way from being full, but it was not difficult to see from Matthias's trembling palms that he was doing his best at this time.

"Open!"

Changhong was really able to penetrate the sun, and an arrow wrapped in Zhenyuan tore through the air and went straight down.

I didn't have to think about who the divine archer on this falcon was, and Xie Qianchou and several people paid attention to who he was shooting at this time.

The arrow shot from the northwest was extremely fast, reaching twenty meters in front of the eleventh Dao Tree and Huaguo, where a figure was quietly approaching with careful pace.

The sound of breaking wind from overhead broke his little abacus of stealing chickens and dogs, and the figure appeared angrily, slamming his fist upwards, and the aura of murder was peaceful.

The arrows were blown to pieces.

The visitor was staring at the person who had ruined his good deeds in the air with murderous intent, and after waiting for him to lower a few points, he took the life of the person and tore open the body of the green-haired beast, only to see the green falcon draw an arc in the air, and turn the bird's head back to the sky.

Matthias on him glanced back at him, his mouth full of sarcasm.

Seeing this, the white clothes of the Holy Court snapped the scriptures in their hands, and they were no longer entangled with Xie Qian's sorrows, and stepped on them twice in a row, and they shrank into inches and shuttled through the void to reach the near place of Dao Huaguo.

He chuckled and said, "Ares, the twelve main gods of the dignified Divine Mountain, is it possible that he also likes to do the villain of the rooster and the dog thief?" I don't think you should call him the god of war and force, and let Hermes pass on his position of theft to you? ”