When Zhang Yunsheng heard this, he immediately took out the rune paper in his hand, and held the thick palm of Jian Xiu in front of his hand.

"Let's go !!"

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Temple shot in unison at this moment, and the coercion of Yuan Ying was mixed with the coercion of Jin Dan, slowing down everyone's speed.

When Jiang Su wanted to leave here with Zhang Yunsheng, she didn't know how far away she was from Senior Sister Zhang, and she reached out to reach for it.

Liu Yunqing pulled the wind towards her.

Fang Fold stepped forward and grabbed the tail of the sword, and held Jiang Su back in his hand.

……

I didn't hold it.

The light of the talisman bloomed at the right time, far less than the phantom of the gods and Buddhas, it was like a fleeting epiphany, blooming at the feet of the Buddha.

Zhang Yunsheng and Liu Yunqing originally wanted to leave with Jiang Su and Fang Zhe. The matter of the Demon Domain was also experienced by the four of them......

But Jiang Su was blind, and he couldn't see the sword that saved the wind, nor could he feel the sword wind without killing intent......

Fang Fold wanted to take him away, but fateful, he grabbed the sleeve of the colorful coat, and the fabric was cut off in response, and the girl stayed in place.

“……”

The gods and Buddhas are above, and the coercion is not only the primordial infant, it is the coercion of the immortals of the upper realm, and it is the dark power of the two gods and Buddhas in the Demon Suppression Temple.

Most of the good things are not imprisoned, and the colored clouds are easy to disperse and the glass is brittle.

He mended the waist line and misplaced the arm top.

The glazed clothes let her have the protection of King Kong, but the colored clothes are just clothes after all, and the clothes will be broken.

Jiang Su stopped in place, one sleeve of his shirt was torn off to reveal his fair and slender arm.

A cold breeze blows.

"The wind is rustling, the wood is sassy."

"Senior brother...... I can't tell the difference between the wind of your belt and the wind of heaven and earth. ”

The girl's figure was a little lonely, and her emotion was slightly sour.

"Ahh?!!hhh Does he know you well??? ”

She took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the emotions in her heart that were like thousands of galloping horses.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter, anyway, I'm not a demon cultivator, and you can't catch me."

Qi Wu, Xia Qingming, and Wang Jia were still on the side, and they obviously didn't expect the changes in front of them.

Wang Jia stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Su, and was about to speak, but was pushed away by the girl.

"Do I know you well?" Jiang Su sneered.

“……”

Oh, yes...... Jiang Su and Wang Jia are not familiar with each other.

Just as everyone was sighing at this sudden scene, one of the monks of the Demon Suppression Temple stretched out his finger and pointed at Jiang Su.

"Put her in the Black Tower."

The old monk said slowly: "It's just her alone, and the rest of the people don't need to care."

Jiang Su???

"Wait......"

"Who are you going to arrest??? What do you want me to do? I'm not a demon cultivator??! I'm a good baby in the real world?! What do I go to?!! ”

She was really confused this time.

The main plot is to catch Liu Yunqing, what does it have to do with me?!!

The burly Buddha didn't listen to her words, and stepped forward to directly tie up the immortal lock, and the other person stopped her and carried her by the waist.

"Isn't it?? What the hell are you going to do?? I'm not a demon cultivator?! Can't you see that? I'm a medal?! Isn't your Black Tower only about demon cultivation??! ”

Jiang Su struggled with her arms, and her every movement in her body was nothing more than a battle between trapped beasts.

"The old monk who is kind to talk !! Good old monk, you say something! Don't you know if I'm a demon cultivator?!! What are you doing with me?! There's no way you're going to lure them back if you arrest me? I'm just a fellow !! ”

When Wang Jia saw this scene, he didn't say a word, he directly released his murderous aura, drew his sword out of the sheath and slashed at the Buddhist cultivator who was taking Jiang Su into the black pagoda not far away.

"Hum—"

The blade of the white sword landed on the man's skin, bringing out the sound of soldiers colliding. Wang Jia felt a huge force of resistance in her hand, and almost made her take out of her sword.

"Let her go!"

Wang Jiaqiang endured the severe pain, turned around and stabbed the Buddha with a sword to the Buddha cultivator who was holding Jiang Su.

The white sword made a sword shadow, and the killing intent was scattered.

Qi Wu didn't know the situation, so he hesitated for a moment.

The Demon Suppression Temple is a temple not far from his own home, and he can clearly call out the names of most of the monks and monks on these sides.

There are even several who grew up watching him.

In his early years, he was not in good health, and there was little chance of even opening the spiritual knack to enter the Tao, but it was these arhats who took him to the Demon Suppression Temple, and tirelessly taught him every day from morning to night with the Buddha's method of cultivating the body.

These are the people who have the grace of his teacher, and now that he has crossed the ten thousand mountains, how can he dismantle the board and fold the boat to make firewood, and draw a sword to show favor to the old man.

"I ......"

But Jiang Su has the grace of regeneration for him! She approached her with a purpose, she knew everything, but she was still willing to give herself alchemy!!

Qi Wu retracted his weight and stepped forward to block in front of the arhat who was resisting Jiang Su.

"Master Fuhu...... Isn't there something wrong with this...... Jiang Su is a weak medical cultivator, this body can't enter the Black Tower, besides, how can she be a demon cultivator......"

This arhat had handsome eyebrows and a resolute face, he looked at the thin-shirted monk in front of him expressionlessly, and said softly: "Little Wu, you have grown up."

"Get out of the way." He commanded again.

Qi Wu opened his mouth slightly, and the words he wanted to say were choked in his throat.

Wang Jia was going to fight with the Fuhu Arhat, but the Arhat who had just come out of the immortal lock was fighting with him with his bare hands.

This arhat did not need weapons, and his hands were strong and wide, and his palms and fingertips were covered with thick calluses. He moved lightly under his feet and disappeared, approaching Wang Jia's side several times, and stabbed Jian Xiu's heart with a single blow to the black tiger's heart.

"Huh? Woman? He asked.

“……”

Wang Jia's eyes were fierce, he turned his wrist and retreated, blocking this person's sudden attack with a sword.

His cultivation is enough to beat this person. However, this Arhat monk has no intention of winning or losing with him at all, and the moves are all involving Wang Jia's energy.

He didn't let Wang Jia go to Fuhu Arhat!

"Get out of the way! I don't want to get tangled with you! ”

Wang Jia suddenly burst out of aura, swordsmanship is like a big knife for eighteen turns, swords and swords have the meaning of turning over the river and the sea, breaking stones and breaking ice.

This is the knife technique he taught from Infernal Affairs! With the sword method of the sword, the big opening and closing, the power is fast and violent, such as the monk holding the hammer and calciner, this is the true transmission of the infernal knife method!

The next moment, the white sword in his hand went straight through the arhat's abdomen, and the blood soaked the man's robe.

"This ......" The arhat looked at the wounds on his body incredulously, and couldn't understand why his vajra experience was broken.

Not only him, but all the Buddhas watched all this with their eyes slightly widened.

"It's ...... This is the Infernal Sword Technique of the Eastern Regions?!!! ”

There are monks from the Eastern Regions, who know very well about the former behemoth Infernal Sect in the Eastern Regions, and guessed through Wang Jia's moves and effects.

"Black clothes are like ghosts, and white swords are knives. The face is delicate and does not distinguish between male and female...... This is the Eastern Regions Sword Cultivation White Sword Ghost! Wang Jia!! ”

Someone recognized Wang Jia's identity.

Wang Jia's gaze swept over the sound source, withdrew the white sword, turned around and stabbed in the direction of the Fuhu Arhat.

(End of chapter)