On the second day when the reinforcements Wang Hu, Tang Hong, and Yu Zhi arrived at Huzui Peak to join the large army, the righteous monks took the initiative to attack the Demon God Temple for the first time, and there was a battle between the masters of the two sides.

The deacons of the adjudication department, Xiao Mo and Wang Han, named them to be on a par with the left and right protectors of the Demon God Temple, and they had to finish the fight last time.

Deacon Xiao Mo was thin and small, holding a spear, against the bare-handed Lei Ji, and after the two sides fought back and forth for more than 100 times, they staggered their figures. Lei Ji laughed, his palms surging with thunder and lightning, and said: "Xiao Miao, if you don't use the three deadly shots again, I'm afraid you can only show it to the King of Hades!" ”

Xiao Mill's spear trembled slightly, looking at Lei Ji, who was compatible with Lei Fa and Palm Technique, and had almost no flaws, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry!" You have a chance to see! After speaking, I saw his wrist shake, the spear was thrown suddenly, whistling and crashing into Lei Ji, and at the same time the figure flashed away, when the spear was about to be held by Lei Ji, he grabbed the tail of the gun again, did not advance but retreated, pulled back the spear, and at the same time twisted his body, turning straight stabbing into a sweep, carrying the wind and thunder, and swept away with the gun shaft.

Lei Wei was not in a hurry, his body was several feet high in the air, dodging Xiao Mill's sweep, and then he stepped forward and slapped it with one palm, pointing directly at Xiao Mill's door.

Everywhere the palm was over, the thunder did not stop, and Xiao Miao, who had no time to put away the gun, seemed to be slapped by a palm.

There was no fluctuation on Lei Ji's face, and his figure disappeared in place, and the next moment, a shot fell from the sky and smashed where Lei Ji was standing.

Lei Ji withdrew his spear, turned his head to look at the air, and said with a smile: "It's fast!" ”

After speaking, he picked up his spear again and swept away.

Compared with the mutual temptation of Xiao Mo and Lei Ji, each looking for each other's flaws, and the fight between Wang Han and Chu Feiyun, it was a trick to fight for his life.

A few rounds later, Wang Han's hands were fleshy, and white bones could be seen, and Chu Feiyun, the right protector of the Demon God Temple, also had a blue nose and swollen face.

Both of them are cultivating gods, but they deliberately do not mobilize half of their spiritual energy to protect their bodies, and purely exchange their physical strength for injuries. After another punch to each of their eyebrows, the two of them crashed uncontrollably into the back, and then stopped at the same time. Chu Feiyun stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said, "The surname is Wang, after so many years, nothing has grown!" ”

Wang Han twisted his wrist, looked at the fat man not far away, and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, pay for blood debts and blood, come again!" ”

Before the words fell, Wang Han rushed forward again, punching Chu Feiyun's heart, Chu Feiyun resisted a punch, raised his knee and smashed it into Wang Han's abdomen.

The two fought, and between the lightning and flint, they each retreated to their original places, coughing up a mouthful of blood almost at the same time.

Not far away, Tian Yan teamed up with Daozong Yu Zhenzi and the bitter sea monk of Daguang Temple to face the three distraction realm ghost corpses that appeared inexplicably.

Tian Yan is still one step away from the distraction realm now, and she is still a little reluctant to rely on her own realm in the extremely strong distraction realm ghost corpse in front of her, but fortunately, she is from the rune sect, and the means are endless, and the spirit runes are countless, and she is on par with this ghost corpse.

If there are people who understand talismans and deliberately pay attention to Tian Yan's battlefield, they will find that the countless spirit runes flying around Tian Yan, when she moves around the distracted ghost corpse, every time she flies, there will always be some spirit runes that disappear and merge into heaven and earth. Moreover, the trajectory of her own movement is actually the pattern of a huge talisman.

It's a rune drawing!

Monk Kuhai, born in the Dharma Academy of Daguang Temple, has several kinds of martial arts powers, and walks the road of practicing martial arts, with these, he is just a Yuan Ying cultivator, facing the ghost corpse in front of him, although he is a little difficult, but he does not see the slightest decline, but the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes.

However, he has it at this time

Some regrets, I knew that I had listened to the first senior brother back then, and practiced some Buddhism, so that it was not impossible to drag the ghost corpse in front of me, even if it was to surrender it to excess.

is also Yuanying cultivation, look, that Taoist Yu Zhenzi relied on the Taoist method, and beat this fight to a lot of freehand style, a peachwood sword, a tail of dust trapped the ghost corpse in place, and then suppressed it with Taoist mantras, the ghost corpse did not even touch the corner of his clothes.

If Daozong Yu Zhenzi knew what the Bitter Sea Monk was thinking, he would probably jump to his feet and scold his mother, didn't he see that Dao Ye's sweat had soaked his clothes? Didn't you see Daoye's nosebleed?

In addition, the rest of the masters of the righteous path also faced many masters who came out of nowhere in the Demon God Temple, you come and go, the sky above the ruins of the entire Heavenly Puppet Palace, it's so lively!

Seeing the juniors on both sides of the good and evil side are dazzled, they are all fascinated!

Among them, the most high-profile battle has not yet started, it is the Sword Pavilion Pei Yuan and the Jiang family Jiang Zhongjun against Zheng Hang, the high priest of the Demon God Temple, one person asks for swords, and one person asks for fists!

Jiang Zhongjun, who was holding his hands on his back, glanced at Pei Yuan, who was standing with a sword beside him, stepped forward, and said, "Mr. Pei, I'm here first!" ”

Pei Yuan closed his eyes tightly, warmed his sword intent, and said with a smile: "If you want to put aside the past, I ask the sword to others, and I never need others to see the road, today is different, Mr. Jiang let go and ask the fist!" ”

Jiang Zhongjun glanced at Zheng Hang, who was standing alone in front of the big array in the square below, and did not immediately punch, but asked Pei Yuan: "In Mr. Pei's opinion, what level has this person reached in the Five Realms of Immortals, Scattered Immortals?" Earth Immortals? True immortals? As for the immortals or demi-saints, it should be unlikely! ”

Pei Yuan still closed his eyes and raised his sword, and after hearing Jiang Zhongjun's question, he replied: "Either an earth immortal or a true immortal, no matter what, fighting alone, you and I are not enough to see, we can only ask him to be the strongest."

Hand! ”

Jiang Zhongjun smiled slightly, no longer spoken, only to see him put out a strange boxing fight, and began to move slowly, every time he moved, he changed the boxing fight, until he stopped at twenty-four steps.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed, and a huge fist mark slowly condensed in front of Jiang Zhongjun, and he swung a punch at Zheng Hang, and the huge fist mark hit straight ahead.

After punching, Jiang Zhongjun faced the square and said: "In the past twenty years, I have never participated in family affairs, I am obsessed with farming, according to the twenty-four solar terms, I have learned a punch move, please ask the high priest for advice!" ”

Zheng Hang looked at the fist prints that were bombarded towards him, and the twenty-four qi was hidden, spring breeze, summer rain, autumn frost, winter snow, and endless flow, endless and endless.

Seeing Zheng Hang make any movements, twelve blood-red handprints gradually appeared in front of him, one seal was smaller than the other, one seal was more condensed than the other, and then slowly met the huge fist print.

The fist prints were surging, breaking eleven blood-red handprints one after another, and finally stopped by a palm print the size of an ordinary person's palm, and it was deadlocked.

The handprint was shattered, Zheng Hang was forced to take eleven steps back, and after stabilizing his figure, he glanced at the fist prints and palm prints that were stalemate in mid-air, and then looked at the person who was standing in the air with a punch, and said with a smile: "When did the fist of the Distraction Realm become so hard?" What's even more rare is that it already has a bit of the taste of fairyland, good punch! ”

After speaking, Zheng Hang smiled, raised his hand and waved, and the extremely condensed small palm print pierced through the fist mark and pointed directly at Jiang Zhongjun.

Pei Yuan was about to intercept it, but Jiang Zhongjun opened his mouth to stop him: "Mr. Pei takes a good sword, I can take this palm!" With that, I saw the bearded man leap up high, punch out, and smash the blood-red handprint that flew by with his flesh and blood.

The blood-red handprint, which came very quickly, was smashed to pieces by Jiang Zhongjun's punch, and Jiang Zhongjun himself was also

was shocked and flew far away, fell into the valley, and it took a long time to return to Pei Yuan's side, shook his right palm with only white bones left, and confirmed: "There is no doubt that it is the true immortal realm, Mr. Pei be careful!" ”

Pei Yuan took a step forward, opened his eyes, and said loudly: "This sword, it's not complete, it was originally after the preparation was complete, I asked my brother, now I ask the high priest to advise in advance!" ”

Zheng Hang smiled, raised his hand and made a gesture of please.

Pei Yuan stopped speaking, the long sword was unsheathed in an instant, and a sword transformed into tens of thousands of swords, and finally formed a sword mountain with the top of the mountain facing down, pressing towards the square.

Zheng Hang didn't immediately block it, but looked at Pei Yuan with a smile and asked, "It is worthy of Pei Ming's younger brother, a good means, does this sword have a name?" ”

Pei Yuan's face was expressionless, "The name of the sword is 'Mountain God', and the sword move is called 'Mount Tai'!" ”

Zheng Hang nodded, then slapped his palm on the ground, and then suddenly lifted it up,

, a big sword made of mountain rocks and soil broke through the ground and faced the sharp mountain.

Zheng Hang, who shot to block Jianshan, still had the leisure to say to Pei Yuan: "The old man has also learned a sword, try his hand!" ”

Visible to the naked eye, the mud and stone sword rose from the tip of the sword, crumbling little by little, after a while, only the hilt was still there, and after a while, the hilt dissipated, Zheng Hang shook his head, raised his hand to support the tip of the sword mountain, and said: "Make the sword in front of the authentic kendo sect, and the class will get the axe!" ”

Pei Yuan didn't say anything, he directly raised his hand and pressed it, and the fall of the sword mountain became more and more rapid.

The high priest Zheng Hang frowned, as if he was overwhelmed, his legs sank into the ground little by little, and finally the whole person was completely trapped under the square, and even the entire sword mountain seemed to be embedded in the square.

Pei Yuan didn't expect to rely on this imperfect sword to kill Zheng Hang of this True Immortal Realm on the spot, and it would be enough for him to hang some color.

Sure enough, Zheng Hang, who was trapped in the ground, slapped the tip of Jianshan Mountain with his flesh again and again, and the whole square shook more than once, and every time it shook, Jianshan emerged out of the square for a few points.

When he saw Wang Han and Chu Feiyun not far away, after tearing off one of each other's arms, the ferocity suddenly rose, and finally stopped leaving his hand, and after resisting Lei Ji's palm, he nailed the spear into Lei Ji's right chest, passed through the body, and then covered his chest and vomited blood again and again.

As for Wang Han and Chu Feiyun, who fought more brutally, they each tore off each other's arms, but they still didn't give up, and they took advantage of the situation to carry each other's arms and smashed each other's heads, and then both fell to the ground, and were finally carried away by the juniors of their respective camps.

On Tian Yan's side, the moment the huge spirit rune was drawn, the Bitter Sea Monk and Yu Zhenzi gave up the ghost corpses they were dragging and quickly swept towards Tian Yan's side.

The huge spirit rune quickly retracted, wrapping the ghost corpse entangled with Tian Yan in it, and almost at the same time, Yu Zhenzi recited the spell, and the peach wood sword pierced into the eyebrows of the trapped ghost corpse, and began to burn after a terrible scream. The bitter sea monk who fell from the sky, put his hands together, condensed a vajra dharma, and then smashed down with a punch, directly smashing the body of the ghost corpse, leaving only a black mist, wrapped in a spirit rune, together with the peach wood sword slowly burning, a moment later, the peach wood sword burned out, the spirit rune dissipated, and the ghost corpse was killed on the spot.

The two ghost corpses who rushed to the rescue stopped fifty steps away from Tian Yan and the others, and they didn't dare to act rashly.

The sword mountain that fell into the ground finally revealed its full picture again, and under the sword mountain, there was Zheng Hang, who was holding the sword mountain with one hand, his hair was scattered, his clothes were broken, and his sword aura was haunted.

He held the sword mountain with his right hand, clenched his fist with his left hand, and slammed it on the sword mountain, and the sword mountain collapsed instantly.

Pei Yuan vomited blood in response.

Everywhere the battlefield has stopped, and there is damage to each other.

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