This sword was a heaven-breaking blow that Ling Yu had been gathering momentum for a long time. Ling Yu even condensed the proud Wisdom Fist Seal, and the speed was extremely fast in an instant. As an afterimage flashed, Ling Yu appeared out of thin air as if teleporting.

Looking at Ling Yu who suddenly appeared in front of him, Hui Chao's heart suddenly suddenly, he didn't expect Ling Yu's target to be himself. In a hurry, he had no choice but to use his body to retreat again and again. However, after all, he still underestimated the power of the Zhi Fist Seal. The Wisdom Fist Seal is a peerless killing move that Ling Yu has comprehended from the Key of the Heavenly Que, and once this move comes out, it can even freeze time for a short time and exert the power of time.

"Senior brother!" Seeing Ling Yu's move without warning, the blood monk was also startled. And when he saw the broken sword in Ling Yu's palm, he instantly understood everything.

It turned out that the mysterious man who guarded the Xuanmiao Nunnery was indeed Ling Yu. Although Ling Yu had already disguised himself at this time, the blade in his hand could not deceive the Blood Monk. Speculating in this way, the blood monk was even more full of murderous intent when he looked at Xiao Hei. If the man in front of him was Ling Yu, then everything he and Xiao Hei had done before was acting. On the one hand, he is lowering his vigilance, and on the other hand, he is taking advantage of himself openly.

After learning the truth, the blood monk gritted his steel teeth, waved the blood-colored magic knife in his hand, and rushed towards Xiao Hei.

And just as the blood monk rushed towards Xiao Hei, he suddenly heard the evil wind behind him. Moreover, in that evil wind, there was even the power of immortals spreading. Only then did the blood monk realize that Xiao Hei and Ling Yu were not just two people, but three people. Since Xiao Hei and Ling Yu are both acting, the ambush that he ignored will definitely take this opportunity to take action against him.

In desperation, the blood monk had no choice but to give up Xiao Hei and turn his head to resist the ambush. As a powerhouse in the Immortal Realm, although his cultivation is not as good as that of a blood monk, compared to Xiao Hei, the threat is still not small.

When the Blood Monk turned his head to look back, he found that the blade in Ambush's hand had smashed a foot away from his head. The blade in Ambush's hand was strange, it was a black mace.

This mace is about three feet long, and this length of mace is an extremely rare weapon. The average mace is only two feet seven or two feet eight, and the three-foot mace is rarely used.

The mace is a kind of ancient weapon, which is generally held by burly strong men. Because in the world of cultivators, they think that the sword is elegant, the spear is strong, and the whip is smart. The mace, on the other hand, is mostly regarded as a rude weapon and is despised by the world. Moreover, the mace is a blade full of spikes, which is difficult to carry. The weight of each mace is also much larger than that of a sword of the same length, which is indeed difficult to control.

And the mace in the hand of the ambush is not only much longer than the mace in the world, but its thickness is far from being comparable to the world's mace. The shape of the mace is generally a slightly thin handle and a thick head. The head of an ordinary mace is about the thickness of an adult's arm, but the head of this mace in the palm of the bush is the size of a baby's head, exuding a rugged wildness.

This mace is black all around, and unlike the worldly blade, its black is the kind of black that makes people disgusted at first sight. Most of the weapons in the world are sharp blades that shine with strange gods, and they can be divided into grades at a glance. But the mace in Ambush's hand is not only clumsy, but even black is dull. Like iron rods cast from pig iron, it is easy to misinterpret them as scrap.

However, Ambush didn't care, and as he grabbed his mace and rushed towards the Blood Monk, there was a burst of sound in the void. The blood monk knew that it was because of the amazing strength of the ambush arm, and he waved the iron rod, which seemed to weigh a hundred catties, into the air.

The ambush opened and closed, and the fierceness was abnormal, so that the blood monk did not dare to resist. He frowned slightly, and took three steps back, trying to avoid the ambush attack. However, the ambush had been gathering momentum for this blow for a long time, how could it be easily avoided by the blood monk? Although the blood monk's cultivation was higher than that of the ambush, after all, he fought back in a hurry, and naturally fell behind.

The blood monk withdrew about two feet in one breath, but the ambush was still in hot pursuit. The mace in his hand is like a mourning stick in the hand of black and white impermanence, like a shadow, perseverance.

If he was forced to take three steps or two steps back, it would be forgivable, after all, the blood monk had lost the opportunity, but the other party was chasing after him like a mad vicious dog, which made a nameless anger rise in the blood monk's heart.

The Blood Monk gritted his steel teeth, looked at the ambush coldly, and decided not to retreat any longer. I only heard him roar, and the blood-colored magic knife in his hand slashed through a brilliant and demonic red light, facing the mace in Ambush's hand. The blood-colored magic knife and the black mace met in the void, sparks splattering everywhere. The spiritual power that the two of them blessed on the magic knife and mace was also entangled with each other, and the two spiritual powers collided into terrifying waves of qi and swung around.

The blood monk originally thought that the blood-colored magic knife in his hand was an immortal weapon, cutting gold and jade, and sharpening iron like clay. And the mace in Ambush's hand seemed to be nothing more than a blunt instrument cast from pig iron, and it was not on the same level as the magic knife in his hand at all. Under the touch, the magic knife should be able to cut off the opponent's mace.

However, the result was that when the magic knife slashed at the mace, it was like slashing on a meteorite mountain. A huge tremor spread from the blade to the hilt, and from the hilt to the Blood Monk's palm, and finally, there was a tingling sensation on the Blood Monk's entire arm and even half of his body.

Suddenly, the blood monk felt the qi and blood in his body rolling, and his throat and eyes were sweet. This blow almost shook him to the point of spitting blood. And when he stared at the magic knife in his hand, his heart was even more unwilling. Because the blood-colored magic knife actually appeared a gap under the attack with the mace, and the place where it met the mace had been curled, even if the blade was still intact, there was also a trace of signs of shattering.

On the other hand, although he was also shocked by the blood monk and took a few steps back, his face was as usual, and he didn't seem to have hurt his five organs. Moreover, the mace in Ambush's hand was intact, and there was no trace left on the black club.

"Blood Monk, the magic knife in your hand doesn't seem to be of good grade, why don't you change your weapon and fight me again, I don't want to bully you!" Looking at the blood dripping from the mouth of the Blood Monk Tiger, he teased.

"You are looking for death!" The blood monk looked at the blood-colored demon knife that had accompanied him for countless springs and autumns in his hand, and felt distressed for a while, gritting his teeth and shouting.

After the blood monk finished speaking, he seemed to want to be ashamed, he used all the Buddhist mystical methods, and wanted to fight with Hui Chao. The blood monk's cultivation is higher than the ambush, although he suffered a loss in the blade, but if the blood monk goes all out, the ambush will eventually be defeated.

On the other side, because of Ling Yu's sudden attack, Hui Chao didn't have time to react at all. The Wisdom Fist Seal has the same origin as the power of time, and even contains the true meaning of the power of time. Even if Hui Chao is an immortal venerable, he is still in chaos under the seal of the wisdom fist.

When Ling Yu cast the Wisdom Fist Seal to manifest in front of Hui Chao's body, the broken sword in his hand had already cut through Hui Chao's monk's robe. Although Hui Chao had already felt a cold murderous aura about to stab him, he was powerless to fight back. In other words, his head is clear, but the speed can't keep up. Obviously, he wanted to avoid Ling Yu's broken sword in his mind, but his body was very honest.

Between the lightning and the fire, Ling Yu actually injured Hui Chao after gathering momentum for a long time. Hui Chao's monk's robe was shattered by the sword qi, and a wound about half a foot long and half an inch deep was cut on his abdomen by the broken sword. When Ling Yu put away the broken sword, blood gushed out along Hui Chao's wounds, staining Hui Chao into a bloody man.

"Little evil animal, you are indeed Ling Yu. It seems that that Duanmu Yuhan has a very high status in your heart. In that case, I'll take you down first, and then force that girl out and torture her to death in front of you!"

Ling Yu was just a cultivator in the Void Realm, and in his eyes, there was no doubt that he was an ant, and today, as an Immortal Venerable, he was actually injured by such an ant, which made Hui Chao lose face.

Moreover, Hui Chao knew how important Ling Yu was to the Red Ghost. As long as he can capture Ling Yu today and give it to the Red Ghost, then he will definitely get endless opportunities in the Martial Arts Era. At that time, the Buddha of all ages will be the first Buddha in the sea of stars.

Seeing that his blows only slightly injured Hui Chao, Ling Yu shook his head and said secretly, "It's a pity." However, Ling Yu was not depressed, he knew that Hui Chao was an Immortal Venerable powerhouse, and he was proud enough to be able to hurt him. It's just that now that Hui Chao has been aware, I'm afraid that the repetition of the technique will no longer be able to cause harm to him. It seems that it can only be carried out as planned.

Just as Ling Yu was pondering, Hui Chao had already launched an offensive against him. Perhaps it was because Ling Yu's act of injuring himself made Hui Chao feel that his majesty had been provoked, and he raised his hand to kill him, his skills were sharp, and his attack was ruthless.

As the Lord of the Buddha of all eternity, Hui Chao's cultivation is much higher than that of the Blood Monk. Even the Lord of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ancient Stars, who is also a Buddha Sect Immortal, is not an opponent of Hui Chao.

When Hui Chao rushed towards Ling Yu, a golden Buddha shadow instantly manifested between heaven and earth. This Buddha shadow stands on the top of the sky, both ears hang down the shoulders, the Buddha shadow goes straight to the zenith, although it is an illusory shadow, but the whole body is like the golden body statue in the temple, exuding dazzling golden rays.

However, the aura of eternal silence flickering behind the head of this Buddha figure was not golden, but a black divine ring filled with resentment. It's as if the evil demon transformed by the Buddha Shadow has been counterbalanced by the Buddha Shadow and has become a tool for the Buddha Shadow to kill.

Hui Chao's expression was cold, a black lotus platform rose under his feet, and he slowly stepped into the air, looking down at Ling Yu indifferently. That kind of eyes are cruel and ruthless, not like a Buddhist saint, but like a vicious demon king who does all kinds of evil.

Hui Lan sneered, and stretched out his palms to shoot down from the sky. With Hui Chao's movements, the Buddha shadow behind him also made the same move. Even, when the palm of the Buddha Shadow followed the Hui Chaos, the eyes of the Buddha Shadow slowly opened. And what appeared in his eyes turned out to be a terrifying ghost aura that seemed to be able to refine people's souls.

The speed of the Buddha Shadow was so fast that Ling Yu didn't have any possibility of fighting back at all. The golden Buddha's palm rippled with the momentum of destroying the world and descending, making Yan Suyi and the disciples of Xuan Miao'an, who were watching the battle, couldn't help but close their eyes and didn't dare to look at it again. Because in their opinion, Ling Yu would definitely not be able to escape this catastrophe and would be buried under the Buddha's palm.