The inch is stiff, hitting the flesh, and it hurts.

Fu Li's hand-to-hand combat ability is extremely strong, and Lu Yun and the other party are opposed, even if he holds a sharp blade, he can't get any benefits.

Lu Yun, who is fighting with two swords, is in the fullest state.

While they were fighting, the rest of the people were not idle, and the plague of poisonous insects continued.

What made the disciples feel relieved was that the battle between Yao Huai and Jin Ming had already been decided.

If no one can break Yao Huai's illusion, then in the illusion space, Yao Huai can simply consume people to death, let alone Yao Huai's full firepower this time.

In the cascading illusions, Jin Ming couldn't tell the truth from the fake, and injured himself by mistake several times.

In the midst of this and the other, Jin Ming fought hard to escape from Yao Huai's illusion space, and although he came out, he had no ability to continue fighting.

And Yao Huai still retains most of his strength, and his illusion turned into a blade to strangle those poisonous insects.

"Don't you want to get out of here?"

Seeing that the righteous path had the upper hand, Jin Ming clutched his chest and shouted.

He gave Concubine Ruan a look, signaling the other party to look for a gap and use enchantment to charm the other party, but what he got was Concubine Ruan's helpless expression.

Trying to disturb the morale of the army with words, Jin Ming did not do a good job.

The talent of the disciples of the sect is rare, whether it is Wuxiang or Bodhi Cave, it is impossible to watch so many disciples die here.

So from the very beginning, they came in and were prepared.

"You guys!"

Jin Ming, who was ignored by Yao Huai, was a little annoyed and angry, and then looked at the inseparable Fu Li who was inseparable from Lu Yun, and that tone inevitably brought anger.

"Fu Li, you piece of waste, don't hurry up and clean her up."

He couldn't understand why there were so many people under his wife's hands, and this Fu Li was the most valued.

This will not even be able to defeat a female disciple.

Jin Ming, who was pulled into the illusion, didn't know Lu Yun's identity yet, and felt that the sword was familiar, but he didn't recognize it much.

In his opinion, the people on the other side of Renxiu, except for Yao Huai, are also qualified to be his opponents who are still chanting.

Thinking of the same, the non-stop Buddhist scriptures drilled into his mind, making him even more irritable.

His head felt like it was about to explode, but those voices were pervasive, and they wanted to entangle him until death.

"Shut up, shut up Lao Tzu."

He roared, only to feel that the voice in his head was a little more magnificent.

The Buddhist scriptures that can soothe people's hearts, listening to Jin Ming's ears are the music of death, and as time passes, every sound lures him to go deeper.

The voice of the magic qin has long been suppressed by the sound of the Buddha.

No one noticed that the person playing the magic harp had his head down, and although his fingers were still playing, the rhythm was already echoing the curling Buddha sound.

Looking at Xiang Ru again, he still looked dignified like a bodhisattva, and in the face of Jin Ming's anger, he threw a compassionate smile, as if he was looking at his ignorant and pathetic child.

The head is buzzing.

The tendon in Jin Ming's mind completely collapsed.

He stepped out uncontrollably, attacking in the same direction.

It seems that there is no power to resist, but he is slightly bowed, and there is a peace in his eyes without sorrow or joy.

Jin Ming couldn't meet Xiangru, to be precise, he couldn't even get closer.

He fell to his knees and writhed.

The convulsive posture didn't last long, he stood up, returned to the demon cultivator, and choked Concubine Ruan's neck in shock.

Jin Ming had a lot of strength and directly lifted the person up.

Concubine Ruan, who grabbed the other party's arm, instinctively launched an attack, a charm that should have been useful to Jin Ming, no matter how she used it, the other party was indifferent.

She opened her mouth wide and gasped, bowing her head with difficulty, and saw Jin Ming's wooden eyes like a puppet.

It's empty, as if the soul has been hollowed out, and only knows how to do what is told.

But to whom do you obey the commands?

Concubine Ruan looked at Xiangru, Bodhi Cave, a sect that evolved from Buddhist cultivation, and their Buddhist scriptures are not to persuade people to move upward, but to make people die.

From the beginning, they underestimated the role of the Bodhi Sutra, thinking that they could ignore the sound of chanting, but in fact those voices had long been ingrained in their minds.

Once you reveal a flaw in your mind, you will be manipulated by the sutra and become a knife to cut at your companions.

This is the case with Jin Ming, and such a Jin Ming is no different from a dead person.

The so-called Bodhi Sutra is a murder scripture.

"Volt ...... Li. ”

Her method is to overcome rigidity with softness, and she can't win against Jin Ming, not to mention that Jin Ming will be a soulless tool, and charm can't charm the other party.

Finally spit out two words, and she saw Fu Li casting a look at her, but soon, the ethereal sword shadow blocked Fu Li's way.

Regarding Fu Li's behavior of wanting to save people, Lu Yun expressed his understanding, but he would not support it.

Han Jiangxue took advantage of this gap and pointed directly at the other party's fate.

Lu Yun's sword has always been sharp and steady.

Like a dancer on the verge of danger, every step is so appropriate, beautiful and dangerous.

Being shrouded in such a sword intent, distraction can have terrible consequences.

After leaving a deep visible wound on the opponent's arm, the posterior needle is pierced into the opponent's heart.

Not surprisingly, Fu Li wanted to block.

The short sword came out of his hand, and the moment he was knocked away by the ambush, Han Jiangxue changed to his left hand, and the long sword slashed through the front door, and the moment it was raised, it was pressed down and stabbed directly above his head.

When the short body was dodging, Fu Li Yuguang saw Lu Yun, who was suddenly cold, and picked up the tail needle with his right hand, and moved freely.

The two swords kept swapping positions, and Lu Yun's fighting style that Fu Li had detected before was overturned again.

If you continue, it's hard to tell the winner.

Just like Lu Yun left a wound on his body, Lu Yun's condition was not good.

The opponent's punch and palm, the power is real, once you don't dodge, you look safe and sound on the outside, but in fact, your blood is surging inside.

Swallowing the blood in his throat, Lu Yun squinted.

She enjoys this life-and-death struggle very much, and can mobilize her every nerve and devote herself to it freely.

Whenever this happens, all she sees is her own sword and the enemies she needs to slay under it.

"Fu Li!"

Concubine Ruan's voice over there was already very low.

It's not that no one tried to save Concubine Ruan, but some of them were worried about Jin Ming's existence, and some were not Jin Ming's opponents, and they were shot away before they could get close.

The only thing that Concubine Ruan can rely on is Fu Li.

"You're distracted."

Lu Yun spit out a few words, very cold.

At the moment when Fu Li was shaken, Sen Han's sword blade reached Fu Li's heart.

The price of a sword piercing through the chest was that Lu Yun was also knocked out.

The two sides distanced themselves, and Fu Li was also able to come to Concubine Ruan's body, he stopped Concubine Ruan's waist with his arm and slapped Jin Ming with one hand.

Jin Ming, whose target was only Concubine Ruan, regained his clarity with a sluggish expression, looking at the palm that was dilated in his pupils, Jin Ming realized what was happening, but his body couldn't dodge.

It's all late.

After this palm, Jin Ming's breathing became intermittent.

(End of chapter)