The two faced Qi Xuansu, and the other five faced Zhang Yuelu.

Because of the limited space, only three people besieged Zhang Yuelu at the same time, and the other two were waiting for an opportunity.

Zhang Yuelu's gaze swept quickly over the three of them.

A martial artist with his bare hands.

The biggest difference between a bhikshu and a martial artist is that a bhikshu can accumulate true qi, which is between a qi refiner and a martial artist, so he often uses blades and armor.

Although the last person covered his face, his hands exposed outside the robe were as white as the hands of a dead man, and his gas was eerie and terrifying, revealing that the yin qi was excessive, and it was the Fang Shi.

The three of them are all in the Jade Void Stage, and according to common sense, the three of them joining forces are enough to match an opponent in the Restoration Stage.

Wu Fu gritted his teeth and was the first to rush towards Zhang Yuelu.

Of course, he knew that Zhang Yuelu was an immortal at the stage of returning to the truth.

So what?

It is still too early to say who will die and who will live.

The monk followed closely behind, and at the same time poured a qi machine into the sword in his hand, causing a faint golden color and mist to shine on the blade.

Finally, there was the alchemist, who gently pressed a pair of snow-white palms to the ground under his feet. Suddenly, countless wisps of black aura spread along the ground.

Zhang Yuelu stood in place, and the three of them used their own means.

It's just three jade void stages, and it can't be done to Zhang Yuelu.

Wu Fu could already see the "Five Qi Smoke Luo" around Zhang Yuelu's body, the five colors of light turned, gathering and scattering, mysterious and mysterious, obviously more than a step higher than the ordinary body protection true qi or body protection qi, which made him suddenly resentful and angry.

Why did he risk his life to roll in the mud, and some people were born in the clouds?

The big man shouted angrily, spat out a mouthful of turbid air, and took advantage of the momentum to make a domineering punch.

There was a faint sound of air explosion.

Zhang Yuelu faced this punch without the slightest intention of dodging.

Wufu, who was despised to the extreme, shouted angrily: "The little slut raised by the dog, die to Lao Tzu!" ”

A punch fell heavily, to his surprise, the punch was like a ball of cotton, without any force.

Is this the magical power of the immortals?

How could he not be jealous?

This little girl has only eaten for a few years, and she is already in the stage of returning to the truth.

How many years he has been in this river and lake is just a jade void stage.

The martial artist didn't care about any boxing skills, and he was determined to break through this layer of body protection qi with one punch, almost using the strength to eat milk, but the short distance was just an inch, but it made his punch take a breath of time, which was already an extremely long time for the jade void stage martial artist who was known to punch dozens in an instant.

Takeo's face showed a strange flush, and he shouted, "Open it for me!" ”

The "Five Gases Smoke Luo" was finally broken through a crack.

Zhang Yuelu frowned slightly, and pushed out with a flat palm, directly knocking the martial artist out.

The monk who followed closely after Wufu only lost his mind for a moment, and then he didn't care about the fear in his heart, and his body moved like a rabbit, and he swept in front of Zhang Yuelu, and his sword was swift and ruthless.

It's a pity that he met Zhang Yuelu, it can be said that the class got an axe, not only failed to make a contribution, but was grabbed by Zhang Yuelu's wrist lightly, and he involuntarily slashed backwards, and the knife qi shot towards the Fang Shi who was casting spells.

The alchemist who was concentrating on casting spells only felt a cold light in front of him, and he didn't care about the spell, and rolled sideways, which could be dodged.

He couldn't help but be shocked into a cold sweat, if he hadn't reacted fast enough just now, he was afraid that his head would not have been saved.

The monk took advantage of this opportunity to break free from Zhang Yuelu's grasp, swept back, retreated to the side of the monk, and looked down, only to see five deep finger marks on his wrist, which had already injured his bones.

As for the martial artist, he was even more miserable, and after stumbling out of the distance, he could only stop, and his feet stepped on the ground with two deep footprints, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the sound of the stirring of qi and blood in his body gradually became inaudible.

The two who had been watching still had no intention of making a move, but their expressions gradually became solemn.

It is said that the combination of three people in the lower realm can match an opponent who is one realm higher, and the three masters of the Jade Void stage are so vulnerable?

They thought to themselves that if they changed places, and they would deal with the cooperation of the three Jade Void Stage masters on their own, there would definitely be no such understatement.

At this moment, Zhang Yuelu, who had been standing still, finally moved, appeared in front of Wufu almost out of nowhere, and smashed his heart firmly with a punch.

The strength of the fist penetrates the heart and lungs.

This martial artist instantly bled from his seven orifices.

The bhikkhu's face turned pale, and his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

One punch can seriously injure a martial artist who is known for his physique, how can there be such a reason?

A deep sense of powerlessness rose in the monk's heart, and he only felt that the three-foot sword in his hand seemed to have a thousand weights.

It's just that at this time, there is no room for retreat, seeing that Zhang Yuelu kicked away the martial artist who had no power to fight back, and came straight towards him, the monk didn't dare to hide it anymore, and wiped it on the body of the knife with two fingers, giving birth to a chilling sword, and then slashed away in the air.

The sword is already extremely powerful, and with this spiritual sword, even if it is the body protection qi of a master in the true stage, he has the confidence to break it!

At the same time, the alchemist finally played his part, making the ground under Zhang Yuelu's feet become sticky, like mud after rain, and like the internal organs of some kind of animal, squirming slightly like a living thing.

Then a black mist was born, which continued to rise, and gradually overflowed the surface of the feet, as if it was a street in a rainstorm, because the rain did not have time to drain, gradually formed water, at first glance, more like a black pond.

Under this black gas, countless lifelike faces protruded on the constantly squirming ground, and black gas surfaced, only to see these faces with their eyes closed tightly, their expressions painful and hideous, and they also stretched out their bloodless white palms out of the ground and grabbed Zhang Yuelu's ankles.

At the same time, there were countless whispers in Zhang Yuelu's ears, as if telling that he was suffering in this life, and it was difficult to get rid of it, so that Zhang Yuelu could not bear it because of this.

Zhang Yuelu knows that after death, the soul returns to the sky, and the soul returns to the earth, only the three corpses turn into ghosts, just like the zombies after the corpse, they are all shells, and they have nothing to do with this person's life, the so-called suffering has long been dissipated with the soul, and the so-called supernatural undead of Buddhism and Taoism are just to get rid of them. At this time, these whispers are just a means to confuse people's minds.

But in any case, Zhang Yuelu is not a celestial now, and it is impossible to break this spell with a stomp, so Zhang Yuelu was temporarily trapped in place.

Taking advantage of this excellent opportunity, the monk finally used his full strength to slash, although Zhang Yuelu had already deliberately twisted his shape, he was still broken by this knife.

But that's all there is to it, Zhang Yuelu lightly put two fingers on the monk's ring knife, so that it could not move a bit.

The bhikshu was also a resolute man, and immediately let go of the sword in his hand, which he regarded as the foundation of his life.

Zhang Yuelu held the ring knife upside down, and then threw it with his hand.

It is comparable to the "swordsmanship" of the scattered people.

The sword pierced the bhikkhu's abdomen like a long rainbow, and the castration continued, and went straight to the monk behind the bhikshu.

This monk was blinded by the figure of the monk, and did not see Zhang Yuelu's movements, and by the time he found out about the long rainbow, it was already too late, and he was directly stabbed into the chest by the ring knife, and came out of his body. Although he failed to hit the heart, Fang Shi was already in fragile health and was seriously injured on the spot.

However, his spell did not dissipate, and still trapped Zhang Yuelu in place.

The monk who had been pierced through the abdomen with a knife fell to his knees on one knee, vomiting blood, and was very miserable.

In the blink of an eye, the three masters of the Jade Void Stage had all been injured in Zhang Yuelu's hands.

The leader who had been watching gently narrowed his eyes, a little more gloomy.

He had already overestimated this Master Zhang enough, but he didn't expect it to be a little underestimated.

At this moment, another person had already made a move.

This person is a scattered person in the stage of reversion.

Zhang Yuelu turned the "photoless paper" into a horizontal knife and slashed it out.

The qi tore a ravine on the ground, this is just the afterglow of the knife qi, the knife qi is close to the scattered people, there is still more than a foot away from the scattered people, and the sound of tearing cloth has been faintly heard on the clothes, which shows the benefit of the knife qi.

The figure of the scattered figure swept back, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he put this awe-inspiring knife qi into his sleeves, and the sleeves of his robe swelled endlessly.

Zhang Yuelu stepped forward in broken steps, and the knife did not stop.

At a distance of more than ten steps between the two, the sword qi flew chaotically, and dozens of horizontal and vertical ravines appeared, each of which was more than a foot deep. The gravel shot violently, and the stones mixed with the cold and true qi hit the ground and smashed into countless potholes.

What a miserable scene it would be if it fell on flesh and blood?

Zhang Yuelu slashed with a knife, and the sword qi jumped like a flame, falling straight in front of the scattered people. Scattered people on tiptoe, hurriedly retreated, and in a fraction of a second, Zhang Yuelu swept with a knife, wrapped in a frenzied knife qi, and cut off a Buddha statue at the waist, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror.

After the scattered people dodged this knife, they used their magical powers, and the nails on the five fingers began to swell wildly, and in a short moment they were already a foot long, and the nails flashed with a luster as cold as gold and iron, as if this was no longer a part of the human body, but a weapon.

The five fingers of the scattered people were together, and the five nails were like a sharp sword, slashing down fiercely, colliding with the horizontal knife in Zhang Yuelu's hand, and the sound of gold and stone was loud.

I saw that the knife on the horizontal knife in Zhang Yuelu's hand suddenly rose and rose, before it was just as thick as an arm, but now it is like a long dragon entrenched, completely covering the horizontal knife itself, a knife is raised, and the five nails of the scattered people are crushed into powder, this is not enough, the knife qi is raging like a strong wind, and the scattered people who were originally comfortable are finally embarrassed.

Zhang Yuelu's knife technique is open and closed, which is nothing more than the word killing.

The scattered people did not dare to take it with the palm of their flesh, so they could only retreat again and again, avoiding the edge for the time being.