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"Okay, I know, you want a fairness, then I'll find Uncle Shi to be accommodating and give you a fairness-what about you? As Wang Shenhai's follower, you also want to be fair with him?"

"No, no, no, we surrender!" Just as Wang Shenhai was about to show some expression, several other voices had already passed over him and directly reached the ears of a Xuanzi: "This-little brother, please can you do a good job, help us introduce us, just say that we all admire the true prince! We-"

"You are all a bunch of crumbs!" Wang Shenhai roared, the sword in his hand suddenly raised, and after an arc-like flash, there was a dull and dull sound of the wind colliding.

"Brothers! The real king is much more promising than the beautiful king! At least people won't be ignorant! If you want to fight a way out, hurry up and form a gang wind to stop him!" A sinister and snarky voice echoed in the hall, and then, with Wang Shenhai: "Give these dogs @ Ri @ anti-bone boys to Lao Tzu to kill a thousand knives!" ", more than a dozen people divided into two teams with more than one side and one less side, picked up the long swords in their hands and slashed each other.

Yi Xuanzi snorted coldly, squinted his eyes slightly and carefully observed the swordsmanship of these former senior brothers, through the howling of the gangfeng, through the ripples of the air vibration, Yi Xuanzi greedily recorded every sword skill of these people, every set of swordsmanship, these will become the direct basis for him and his senior brothers to evaluate the current combat power of the Divine Sword Sect, and by the way, secretly learn some new skills developed by the Divine Sword Sect in recent years.

"Let's fight! When you're done, these eighty elite disciples will have to disarm and surrender!" Yi Xuanzi laughed softly.

As if confirming his words, the first sword finally slipped from the hands of an elite disciple of the Divine Sword Sect to the sand, and then, as if pushed to the dominoes, the sound of abandoning the weapon, and at the same time abandoning faith again, changed from sparse to dense, and finally turned into a wave like a tide of insects.

The reason why these elite warriors of the Divine Sword Sect, the young heroes, abandoned the sword of faith in their hands was neither the trapped Wang Shenhai nor the Yuan-breaking arrows on the sixty strong crossbows, nor could it be that Zhao Lingfeng, the young true king, staged a killing scene in front of all the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect.

Master Liu Ye, as a master of the sweeping array in this team, should have stayed in the rear and waited until the battle situation in front of him was abnormal before acting, but he didn't do so. When Wang Shenhai led the entire hundred-man team to charge into battle, he was also mixed in the Chinese army, ready to rely on his superb cultivation to kill and injure him, and add a military merit in front of the new master, but he had just rushed into the empty camp, saw the lonely True King's Mansion flag, saw that there was no one around, and knew that when he was ambushed by the enemy, a huge and distant, violent and dignified momentum suddenly burst out from the lonely tent, directly locking Master Liuye, so that he could not be distracted in the slightest. Layers of faint gray wind emerged from Master Liuye's body, protecting all the places facing the tent to prevent the people in the tent from sneaking attack, and at the same time waving his hand to drive away the surrounding Divine Sword Sect disciples, and walked generously towards the lonely tent.

"Where is the friend? "Where is the friend?" Master Liu Ye walked fifteen meters outside the tent, his luck throat, exhaled, and a greeting with a hint of the power of the lion's roar spread far away, although fifteen meters away there was no trace of wind being stirred, but the lion's roar carried an invisible spiritual coercion, and it still spread with the sound, making the people of both the place and the Shenjian Gate feel a slap in their hearts, as if they had been hit on the head.

The curtain of the tent was slowly lifted, and an old figure who was as thin as a ghoul and a monkey, exuding a terrifying aura like a ghost and a god, slowly walked out, he walked without a sound, almost like a ghost, but his steps with a fixed rhythm seemed to step on the hearts of the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect.

The black robe is Su Jin, except for the golden silk thread with no specific image on the sleeve, and the blood-red Mowei Pavilion badge on the chest, only a pair of purple mountain fox skin collars can show a little luxury, and other than that, the black robe is almost no different from the mourning dress. The old man's beard was pale, his long white hair looked like a plastic braid, and his thick white beard looked like a ball of cotton. The pupils of the two are blood-red, and the depths of the eyes are hovering with killing and madness all the time, as long as he is glared at, it is estimated that the idle people will not even be able to urinate, but the aura of Gangfeng exuded from his body is completely different from that of the Demon Pavilion, and even the rival of the Divine Sword Sect is completely incompatible, it seems to be a brand-new, radiant and high-spirited power. The old man's withered claw-like hands were exposed outside the not very wide sleeves, and the dark gray hands were covered with calluses and coagulated blood scabs, which looked like the limbs of alien creatures, and the brilliant and strong wind pressed between the five fingers.

The old man came out of the tent and approached Master Liuye step by step, Master Liuye hurriedly stabilized his footsteps, his whole body was blowing in the wind, and he was concentrating on guarding against this enemy who was almost ten years higher than him.

Master Liuye's Gangfeng showed a pale gold, and the power of pure gold was thick and strong, as if pieces of good brass were solidified around his body, turning the ordinary body protection Gangfeng into a complete set of Jintong battle armor, with his bare head, there was really a trace of the taste of fighting Buddha. The palms the size of a pu fan are even more dazzling, and the dark golden cyclone rotates slowly, and the edge is sharp like a circle of gears, and you can see that the power is boundless at a glance.

"The people of the Demon Pavilion, how could they be with the people of the Iron Sword Gate?" Master Liu Ye felt a little uneasy in his heart, he clearly felt that he had been deceived, and wanted to go back to find Fang Tianhang, but the person in front of him couldn't distract him at all, he knew that once he looked away, he would immediately die. The people of the Demon Pavilion, it is not ambiguous to throw the hidden weapon.

"The old man and Sang Tianliang, Tian Wanzai are not all the way. The old man in the black robe was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and he didn't even bother to know the name of this old monk, and he was used to seeing the ups and downs of the world, and the attitude of idle clouds and wild cranes. After he finished speaking, he didn't care that Master Liuye didn't directly raise his hand when he heard it, and a lancet flew out with a whoosh, the speed of the shot, the secrecy of the technique, was really much more powerful than Yinchen, a serious long-range attack mage.

It's no wonder that before the sky changed, this old ghost threw a secret weapon for forty-five years, and he didn't do much about the wire flying needle poking mosquitoes.

After all, Master Liu Ye is a cultivator, and when he felt that the black-robed old man's wind was suddenly strong, he knew that the other party had made a sneak attack. He sneered in his heart, thinking to himself that you are so old, don't you even understand that the Buddha Gangfeng specializes in restraining the ghost Gangfeng? The vitality that originally operated according to the "Showing Off the Bodhi Heart Sutra" shook slightly, and the divine power naturally switched to the "Prajna Tortoiseshell Gong" The pure gold power around the body suddenly shrank, and it really became a three-inch thick armor covering the surface of the monk's robe, which was really much faster than the "Golden Bell Jar" of the Hanshan Temple.

Of course, this is just an opportunistic trick by the monks of Fahua Temple, although the real golden bell jar is very slow to switch, but once it is run, the defensive power is more terrifying than the mad Luo rushing, how can it be compared to "Prajna Tortoiseshell Gong"?

It stands to reason that the ghost gang wind of the Demon Wei Pavilion, and the gold gang wind of the Buddha Gate was definitely suppressed for the first time, although the lancet shot by the old man in the black robe was infused with a lot of divine power, but after all, it was a temptation, and there was not even a single strength in the thin blade, with the deep skills of Master Liu Ye, it should be easy to block it by relying on the gang wind.

However, the Gangfeng contained in the lancet is not a ghost-based Gangfeng at all, but a brand-new light-based Gangfeng. The soft power of the light system can not only repair the flesh and spirit of the cultivator almost infinitely, but more importantly, the power of the light contained in the Gangfeng, with an almost absolute dispersion effect, any other Gangfeng can instantly eliminate most of it as soon as it collides with it.

The moment the tip of the lancet touched the Turtle Shell Gong, the pale golden Gangfeng completely turned into a bright blood-red light, and then this light spread like a virus, and in the blink of an eye, a bowl-sized hole was purified in the Gangfeng armor in front of the Willow Leaf Master's chest. Before Master Liu Ye could react, he heard a clanging sound in his chest, and then he was pushed back three steps by a huge force.

The Gangfeng on the lancet was not suppressed at all, and the mechanical thrust that prevailed in the Gangfeng was all transmitted to Master Liuye without any damage, if he hadn't worn a [Bliss Eight Slaughter Armor] breastplate under the monk's robe, I was afraid that the lancet would have penetrated his heart directly.

Master Liu Ye slipped and flashed sideways, and went directly to three meters away, with a ghostly look on his face: "What kind of magic skill are you?" He has also lived for more than half a century, but he has never heard of the time when the magic of Buddhism can be suppressed in turn.

"'Dead Soul Killing Dafa'? You old boy has such a shallow knowledge?" The old man in the black robe twisted his eyebrows very cartoonishly, and the two white cloud eyebrows that were particularly obvious on his face became a line: "But you, since you have taken refuge in Buddhism, what kind of armor do you still wear? Isn't a disciple of Buddhism wearing a monk's robe and a porcelain bowl to go all over the world?"

Master Liu Ye was scolded by the old man in the black robe, and the old man's face immediately turned red. The monks of Fahua Temple lack meditation and the Buddha's heart is not pure, so they like to engage in pomp and whistles, and they are often criticized. The cuirass is hidden in the monk's robe, and when you say it, you will be laughed at as a soft egg. Of course, Master Liu Ye, who was exposed to the old bottom, was not happy, but he had been mixed in the Shengong High Court for a long time, especially after entering the red tent of a few concubines who were like deep resentful women, his face was really as thick as the Void Enchantment, and he also practiced the ability to change the topic with one hand, and immediately did not fight with the old man, and said casually: "Poor monk Liu Ye, he is not good at learning and art, so he naturally needs some additional means, but in any case, the poor monk walks in the red dust, and does not change his name or surname, but it is you, who have great skills, but he doesn't even dare to say his name?" As a person from the Demon Pavilion, you are actually hiding in the righteous path, can those righteous people tolerate you?"

"Okay, the old man is famous. The old man in the black robe, that is, the "royal bodyguard" of Silver Dust, the old ghost was very impatient to report his name, and his figure flashed, as if he had teleported to Master Liuye's body, and without saying a word, he was a punch.

The withered claws clenched into a swarthy fist, as if passing through a black iron hammer that seemed to be forged, emitting endless light and slamming into Master Willow Ye's left chest. Hearing a loud click, the monk's robe on Master Liu Ye's body directly turned into a rag and scattered in all directions, revealing a pair of black breastplates covered with steel nails, and the steel nails on the breastplate were directly slapped into pieces of iron by an irresistible force, and the black iron cuirass under the steel nails was also smashed by this punch by almost a centimeter.

The ghost is famous for his moves, so he quickly stopped his hand, and then looked at a boxy fist mark on Master Liuye's left chest, surrounded by a circle of spiderweb-like cracks, and in many places even cracked traces half the width of his little finger, revealing the bruised flesh below.

The cuirass is broken, but the monk Liuye finally picked up a life, and if he really wants to give the ghost a punch to the ribs, it will definitely blow one side of the lung to pieces, and the heart can be hammered into the shape of a lentil, and there is really no life. Fortunately, the cuirass withstood most of the impact, so that Master Willow Leaf only suffered a little flesh and skin.

"Amitabha!" Master Liu Ye called out the Buddha horn viciously, his face was hideous, like the evil ghost of the hell of Ahbi, and the two palms bombarded, and the heavy pure gold power completely solidified the air around the palm, like a transparent copper block smashed over, under that palm, I was afraid that there was a thousand catties of strength.

The cultivation of the ghost name itself is much higher than that of this monk with half a bucket of water, and his newly cultivated magic skills of the three major town sects of the Demon Wei Pavilion will definitely not be restrained by the divine skills of Buddhism, so he doesn't care much about the two "Prajna Palms" of this mighty sound, and he doesn't want to push it over with an elbow, and it falls directly on the wrist of Master Liuye, and the poor master only hears another click, and his left hand is wrist is immediately shattered, and a Pranya Palm is palm is abolished.

Another palm hit, but the ghost Li Ming was impatient to pick it up, and his figure flashed, and the instinct of the "Heavenly Demon Xiang Dance" that had been soaked in decades to save his life was exerted, and almost without thinking about it by his brain, he went directly to the back of Master Liu Ye.

Where can the ghost Li Ming let go of such a good opportunity, and his blood-red eyes are shining. The "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" was launched with all its might, and it simply raised his cultivation to the terrifying state of Jindan in an instant.

This kind of cultivation is not afraid of encountering Tian Wanzai alone, because although the current "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" can only be activated once a day, it can last for an entire day! Mr. Demon Heart's cultivation is no more than a golden pill, and even if he also uses the broken version of the "Heavenly Demon Collective Dafa", he will not dare to use the ghost to fight hard.

The aura behind him exploded, and Master Liu Ye was so frightened that the two Buddhas ascended to heaven, turned around like a whirlwind, and didn't care about the wrist that had been broken, and immediately displayed the strongest mastery in his life, "Dragon Elephant Ten Powerful Fists", without reservation.

But it didn't work.