Seeing that Zhao Shenbi finally completely rushed into the center of the army, a hideous smile suddenly appeared on Yuan Chang's gloomy face, and he grinned and said, "Zhao Shenbi, you are finally willing to come!"

With a slap of his palm, hundreds of monks in the sky and on the ground turned around, surrounding Zhao Shenbi like a net.

Among them, there are some extremely hidden and obscure, but powerful and abnormal manifestation aura, entangled with blood qi that is so rich that it cannot be dissolved. At this moment, they all revealed their figures, like thunder between the flat ground, surging wildly towards Zhao Shenbi from all directions.

Zhao Shenbi's face was as solemn as water, his body did not retreat, and his qi fluctuated, but he accelerated the speed of his flight.

How did he not know that Yuan Chang was so deliberately provoking himself and killing the monks of the Donglin Sect like a blunt knife cutting flesh, just to make him lose his mind and throw himself into the net.

However, knowing that this was a huge conspiracy full of murderous opportunities, he had to enter alone and be in danger.

Because he is the Dao Son of the Donglin Sect and their Young Sect, he can't watch his fellow monks die for him!

The green tendons were like angry dragons, blooming on Zhao Shenbi's arms and foreheads, "So, Yuan Chang, you must die!"

Hundreds of spiritual weapons and Dao spells controlled by hundreds of monks are overwhelming, and even the earth immortals in the realm of Yudan are afraid that they will be seriously injured and escape under the attack of this group.

Zhao Shenbi slapped the storage bag on his waist, and hundreds of various talisman seals flew out like scattered flowers of the Heavenly Maiden, quickly burning on their own, turning into powerful spells with brilliant aura, colliding with the imminent attack.

These talismans were already all the family resources in his body, and now they were consumed in an instant, and Zhao Shenbi did not have the slightest sense of regret.

Some things, no matter how costly, should be done with determination as long as they are worth it.

Taking advantage of the interweaving and bursting of aura around him, under the cover of the extremely chaotic aura, Zhao Shenbi's body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the body of the sword, which was as black as ink, the thunder light twisted and gushed, condensing a thunderous star, showing a numbing sense of annihilation.

His body was like a ray of lightning, and he instantly approached Yuan Chang within ten zhang and slashed it away.

Yuan Chang shouted in fear, "Stop him!"

Under this deep and sharp blade, he felt a killing intent that was enough to tear his heart, and he had no doubt that if this knife was really cut off, I was afraid that he would die on the spot.

Tianjiao, who was around him to protect the way, hesitated for a moment with some fear, but after all, he still stood in front of Yuan Chang, urging the spirit weapon in his hand to resist.

Behind him, seven or eight strange blood-colored daggers appeared out of thin air.

Without the slightest pause or hesitation, the long and narrow blade instantly cut off a row of scattered spiritual weapons!

And Zhao Shenbi even let the blood-colored dagger pass through his back, and let out a hideous roar from his mouth, and under Yuan Chang's unbelievable and fearful gaze, he grabbed him in his hand!

Yuan Chang's face became distorted with fear, and he immediately opened his mouth, wanting to ask for mercy.

The long knife pierced the heart, and the stars exploded, flowing through the clouds and water, all in one go!

High in the sky, a hysterical roar sounded, "Yuan Chang!"

With the point set by Zhao Shenbi as the center, a storm that destroyed all things spread in an instant, and some monks who couldn't hide were affected, and they didn't even scream, so they instantly withered and burned, becoming flying ashes scattered all over the sky.

In the center, Yuan Chang's figure was no longer visible, only the tall body covered in blood, and the white bones of Sensen could be seen in many places all over the body, and blood was constantly spitting out from his mouth.

Standing with a knife, like a demon god!

Although Zhao Shenbi seemed to have his breath disordered at this moment, as if he was about to fall completely, none of the hundreds of monks around him dared to step forward.

A hundred years later, those old monks who had witnessed this scene in this battle and were already elders in their respective sects would still feel trembling and fear from the bottom of their hearts when they recalled this scene.

A furious killing machine that fell from the sky enveloped Zhao Shenbi, like a pouring of angry thunder, crushing his flesh and blood to collapse again, and his feet were deep in the dirt.

In the sky, a middle-aged Confucian priest showed grief and rage, holding the Great Seal of Mountains and Rivers, and slapped it fiercely from the sky!

"Zhao Shenbi, you dare to kill Wu'er!"

It was actually the Yuan family who fell madly from the sky under the rage, as if it was about to collapse a big earthquake.

But almost at the same time, a fiery red figure flew out from the Donglin Sect Mountain Gate, his hands intertwined and danced, and his whole body ignited with blazing flames, turning into a volcanic giant the size of dozens of zhang, and immediately stopped the head of the Yuan family.

"Yuan Mingshan, I'm afraid it's not good to shoot at a junior. The old man's eyes flashed brightly, and after exchanging blows with the head of the Yuan family, his figure retreated and sneered.

"Gao Tian, you old horseman, get out of the way! I will kill that little bastard today!" Yuan Mingshan was disheveled, his face was distorted like a madman, and his attack was completely reckless and terrifying.

However, how could the ancestor of the Gao clan do what he wanted, after laughing loudly in his mouth, a red fire dragon surged out of his eyebrows, fighting frantically with Yuanming Mountain, and erupted into violent sounds and fluctuations.

On the earth, after the allied monks were shocked, they also came back to their senses at this moment, and the killing power in their eyes skyrocketed, and they poured an overwhelming offensive towards Zhao Shenbi.

Zhao Shenbi was almost running out of oil at this moment, and the surging pain and tiredness rose up and down his body, making him want to fall asleep, and he was powerless to resist at all.

Not to mention the backlash power when the Starfall Slash exploded, those eight blood-like daggers caused him incalculable terrifying damage, and even almost shattered his Qifu Dao platform.

If it weren't for the Shura Holy Blood in his body to maintain his vitality, Zhao Shenbi would probably already be a dead man.

Looking at the countless surging killing machines, Zhao Shenbi smiled and blocked the ashes in front of him.

But even he knew it was nothing more than fearless resistance.

However, his heart was extremely calm at the moment, and he did not have the great fear of imminent death, but like a spring breeze sweeping across the lake, there were faint and wonderful ripples.

The scenes of this life, like a horse and a flower, swept in front of him, like rolling red dust, sharpening his Dao heart as solid as a rock, and King Kong was undefeated.

He suddenly closed his eyes in full view of everyone!

A red long sword fell from the sky and fell upside down behind Zhao Shenbi, turning into a huge fire lotus that burned hotly, gently protecting Zhao Shenbi in the center, blocking the overwhelming killing opportunity.

And the Chiyan long sword was broken inch by inch.

Li Yujue spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell from the Great Perfection of the Far Travel Realm to the late stage of the Far Travel Realm on the spot.

However, there was no regret in her eyes, she was already swordless in her hand, and she still made a posture of holding a sword, and her jade legs were slightly separated, like a peerless sword immortal, blocking in front of Zhao Shenbi.

In the setting sun, the blood in the wind was as strong as wine, blowing through the woman's long fiery red hair, so beautiful that it seemed to be something that should not exist.

A cyan tiger with wings on its back, carrying a sturdy young man with a green aura swept over, and after the giant stick in his hand swung out of a vacancy, he and Li Yujue went one after the other, blocking Zhao Shenbi's back.

Li Yujue's beautiful face full of blood showed a smile that looked at death as if he were at home, and after glancing at Shi Kun, he gently looked at Zhao Shenbi, who seemed to have fallen and seemed to be just asleep.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she said softly, "In the past, it was always you who protected us, but this time, it's time for us to protect you." Even if you die, you have to die together!"

On the battlefield, everyone's lives are like a tent, full of shouts and wails, no one pities this scene, let alone stops.

The monks around them did not pause in the slightest, with a tide of murderous intent, like locusts flying forward, about to turn the three of them into dust.

On the horizon, the light of Buddha emerged.

A monk sat on a lotus flower and came with a rod.

Behind him, the three thousand golden-bodied Arhats were covered in golden light, as if they were in the realm of Buddha, accompanied by bursts of Sanskrit sound and Buddha singing, shattering the air at an incredible speed.

The young monk looked compassionate and mournful, and when he saw that the three of them were in danger, he abandoned the lotus and took the lead.

He whispered, "The Buddha asked, what is Vajra." Those who are incapable of truncating will be called King Kong by name. The Buddha is not negotiable, and the Dharma is also negotiable, thinking that it is Vajra. Master Zhao, you have come to your senses. ”

In the next moment, the young monk roared, causing the spiritual energy of all the cultivators on the earth to shook, and the spiritual power collapsed, holding their heads and running away, and even blood flowed out of the seven orifices.

"The poor monk has no Zen temple dream in the Western Regions, and he has brought three thousand Arhat monks and soldiers to help!"

Buddhism is supernatural, and the lion roars.

For the first time, a majestic anger appeared on the young monk's compassionate and calm face, "You only know that the Bodhisattva bows his eyebrows, but do you know that Vajra is angry!"

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