Chapter 1246 - Each Has His Own Abacus

Wang Xu and the others remained motionless, because they all knew that the one who moved first was easy to target.

But this kind of confrontation can't last long, and now that all the saints are watching, it's not a way to go on like this.

After half a ring, Wang Xu and several people met their eyes and made a move in unison.

Wang Xu attacked the swordsman Yang Ming, and while Yang Ming defended, he swept towards the giant axe player Pei Yong.

Pei Yong parried with a double axe, a scimitar that swept away Yang Ming with a sweeping army, and slashed towards the Shenhui monk unabated.

Monk Shenhui held the bell in one hand to resist the blow, and hit the thin old man with the other.

The thin old man was thin and thin, and he exchanged palms with the Shenhui monk, jumped up on the spot with the impact, and kicked Wang Xu again.

In an instant, the five of them completed a fight, which also kicked off the melee.

"Hit the monk first, the monk has a baby."

Although Yang Ming used the sword, he was brave but not reckless, and his seemingly casual words directly pushed the Shenhui monk to the forefront.

When everyone thought about it, everyone was equal in terms of cultivation, and the magic weapon and divine wisdom were too dominant.

If you don't get rid of the Shenhui monk first, and fight to the end, wouldn't you let him reap the benefits of the fisherman.

In an instant, Wang Xu and the four of them turned their guns and attacked Monk Shenhui in unison.

Monk Shenhui's face changed instantly, and he didn't even have time to say MMP, so he hurriedly transferred back to the Ten Thousand Buddha Bell for defense.

Boom!!

There was a muffled sound, which shook people's ears.

Under the siege of the four people, even with the Ten Thousand Buddha Bell to protect the body, the Shenhui monk retreated six or seven steps in a row, and for a while, his blood was tumbling, and his throat was sweet.

"Good baby!"

Wang Xu's eyes were full of joy, and in a hurry, the four of them made a sneak attack, and the Shenhui monk could also protect himself with the Ten Thousand Buddha Bell, such a treasure was really coveted.

Also salivating are the other three.

Although it is said that the treasure of this level cannot be protected by the quasi-saint monk, it does not mean that it cannot be taken out and traded.

There were more than 300 saints present, but there were only 100 people with supreme treasures, and many more saints did not have supreme treasures.

Exchange the innate treasure with these people, the magic magic, the treasure of heaven and earth, what can't be exchanged.

"Come again!"

Yang Ming snorted, he was the overlord of the sword, the killing intent was the strongest among the five, and he also hated the compassionate temperament of the Shenhui monk the most.

For a while, Yang Ming was in charge of taking the lead, and Wang Xu and the three of them followed again, wanting to solve the Shenhui monk in a short time.

Monk Shenhui also saw the cruelty of the situation, and knew that if he continued to fight like this, even if he had the Ten Thousand Buddha Bell in his hand, he would be killed by everyone on the spot.

This is not a joke, although the Ten Thousand Buddha Bell is good, in the final analysis, it is only an innate treasure, not a chaotic treasure.

The cultivation of the Shenhui monk is the lowest among the five, and he can only compete with everyone with the magic weapon.

Four against one, even if he cultivates to the sky, the magic weapon is sharp, and he can't escape the situation of death.

Knock knock!!

The bell of ten thousand Buddhas shook wildly, and the phantom of the Buddha on the bell appeared one after another, either to support or to take action, to protect the Shenhui monk from misfortune.

But if you keep it for a long time, you will lose, and every time it shakes, even if the Ten Thousand Buddha Bell can reduce nine-tenths of the attack, one-tenth of it will still be transmitted to the Shenhui monk along with the vibration.

In just a few breaths, Wang Xu and several people surrounded the Shenhui monk and made more than 20 crazy moves.

Hit the back, the Shenhui monk was already bleeding from the seven orifices, and just bearing the power of the shock was about to shake his soul away.

No, it doesn't work.

The more he fought, the more sober Monk Shenhui became, and he understood that he did not have the strength to compete with the four of them, and he had to find a helper to resolve the crisis.

Otherwise, there is only one way to die if he continues to fight, although he is not afraid of death, it is not worth dying but it is not what he wants.

Boom!!

There was another muffled sound, and the Shenhui monk wowed, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

It was too late to wipe it, and Wang Xu's blade arrived again.

Monk Shenhui hurriedly raised the bell to resist, and at the same time sent a message to Wang Xu: "Help me!" ”

Wang Xu didn't seem to realize it, and his shot was still ruthless.

Seeing this, the Shenhui monk fought and retreated, and said: "The three of them are all native monks, and you are an outsider, I should deal with you after dealing with me, do you believe it or not?" ”

Wang Xu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the force in his hand was reduced by three points.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to say that Monk Shenhui's words made some sense.

Of course, this alone is not enough, Yang Ming and the three may not be able to join forces to deal with him, but Shenhui Monk can't hold on.

In such a situation, he wanted him to stop in a few words, and even turned his head to deal with the other three with him, Wang Xu would not agree as long as he was not full.

"I have the Ten Thousand Buddha Bell in my hand, so I don't have to compete with you for the treasure of the first place, and I swear by the Buddha of Light, as long as you help me, I will help you win the championship, and I will never compete with you for the first place."

On the one hand, he knew very well what Wang Xu needed, and on the other hand, he also knew where his advantages were.

He has an innate treasure in his hand, and he may not be able to keep this treasure if it is exposed, let alone add one.

Therefore, among the people present, he was the most indifferent to the treasures, I was fortunate to have it, and I lost my life, compared to the Fallen Holy Lord, he was not very interested in the first place and the treasures.

"Really?"

Wang Xu finally had a reply, which made Monk Shenhui breathe a deep sigh of relief.

It's good to talk about it, but I'm afraid I don't have to talk about it.

If he didn't talk about it, he wouldn't be far from death, and he could feel that he was about to reach his limit.

"Seriously!"

Monk Shenhui hurriedly replied, for fear that Wang Xu and the others would be impatient.

Wang Xu's mind is full of changes, everyone has their own demands, and they all start from their own interests, and he will certainly be no exception.

He also has his own considerations, the four of them besieged and killed Shenhui, not to mention whether they would kill or not, just how to divide the treasures after killing them was a problem.

And there is a sentence that Shenhui is not wrong, Yang Ming and the three of them are all local monks, and they don't see each other when they look up, although the relationship may not be very good, but they all have the imprint of local monks.

Wang Xu is different, he is an outsider, a stranger.

With Shen Hui as a peg, he doesn't look very conspicuous.

But after cleaning up Shenhui, will these people join forces against him again under the same pretext?

The probability is not small, just like Shenhui can't stop the four of them from joining forces, Wang Xu doesn't feel that under the same level, he can do it with one against three.

This is not writing, if you want to explode, you will burst into the seed, and if you want to break through the battle, you will break through the battle.

With one enemy and three enemies, even if Wang Xu can save his life, it will inevitably end bleakly.

After all, the gap between them is too small, the world does not revolve around you, only you are strong, everyone else is weak, and it is absolutely not normal to kill peers like cutting vegetables.

Normally, compared with the strength of the three of them, he can win at most with one enemy and one battle, and it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat with one enemy and two enemies.

With the three of them, there is a high probability that he will be defeated, and there is no guarantee that he will be the one who has the last laugh.

"Besiege and kill Monk Shenhui, the three of them have a good chance of attacking me.

In contrast, I joined forces with Monk Shenhui, and after the defeat of the three of them, even if Monk Shenhui turned his face to me, I was not afraid of him one-on-one.

The way to choose lies in the gains and losses, the heels and limits of the Shenhui monk have almost been tested, the gains outweigh the losses, and this deal can be done. ”

Wang Xu made calculations in a short period of time according to the situation in front of him, and after getting the calculation results, he said to the Shenhui monk: "Okay, I promised you, let's continue to fight, and we will join forces to plot against that swordsman in a while." ”

Among the three, Yang Ming gave him the strongest sense of threat.

Yang Ming's knife skills are extremely domineering, coupled with a magic knife in his hand, he is ruthless, and he wants people's lives everywhere, and he has the intention of killing everything.

Although the other two people are also very strong and have their own strengths, in Wang Xu's opinion, the threat to him is not as big as Yang Ming.

As long as Yang Ming can be seriously injured, two against two, Wang Xu is confident that he will solve either of Pei Yong and the thin old man.

At that time, as long as the Shenhui monk can contain one, just wait for Wang Xu's side to win the battle, and it will not be a problem to solve the next one.