The corpse of the Lord of the Thick Earth Banner was bleeding and staining the ground red.

Everyone in the Ming Sect couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

The thought of the non-precepting monk flashed, "With the power of the Mongolian royal court in the north, can we really hide from the Golden Wheel Dharma King with such a big move?" ”

"People have the heart to hunt tigers, and tigers have hurt people's intentions, I'm afraid that when we are plotting against the Golden Wheel Dharma King, this person is also planning and intending to wipe us out."

"In other words, in addition to the Golden Wheel Dharma King, there are likely to be other masters here."

His eyes were deep, and he had already realized that the Ming Sect people present had reached a critical moment of life and death.

At this moment, the four banner masters such as Jinmu, Shuihuo, and others appeared one after another, in addition to them, there were also the sect members of the Five Elements Banner, these people occupied the high terrain, and they had a strong crossbow in their hands, and they could shoot a rain of arrows in the sky at any time.

"I'm afraid that he will do much, even if he has three heads and six arms, even if he is covered in iron, so many of our brothers in the sect will break his bones to pieces when they do it together."

The owner of the Flame Banner was a woman wrapped in a red power suit, with a hot body and an iron whip, but unfortunately there was a hideous scar on her right cheek, which made her look eerie and terrifying.

She swung her iron whip and let out a bang, a fierce look flashing between her eyebrows.

Beside him, a thin middle-aged man held two water-splitting thorns, vaguely protecting them behind him, but a helpless look flashed in his pupils.

"Ah Lian, if you really provoke this old monk, I'm afraid that both of us and my husband will be buried here today."

He already felt that the situation was not good, but he had a will to die in his heart, and he was determined to protect his wife and escape even if he died.

"The fire whips the iron lotus, divides the water and stabs Yang Xian, I have also heard of the reputation of your husband and wife, and you have always been jealous and hateful, and now you are mixed with these demon sect demons, why bother?"

King Jinlun opened his mouth and said, "If you husband and wife are willing to retreat now, I can take no blame for the past, please take care of yourself!" ”

Yang Xian was a little moved when he heard this, he would die if he died, but now that his wife is pregnant, nothing can happen to him.

But without waiting for him to speak, Tie Lianhua opened his mouth and scolded angrily: "Stinky monk, there is no need to be merciful here, my father, eldest brother and two younger brothers all died at the hands of you two Mongolians." ”

"I must kill you today to avenge my parents and relatives!"

Her expression was angry, the scars on her face trembled like centipedes, and her originally beautiful face was extremely hideous and terrifying.

Hearing this, King Jinlun sighed slightly, and said: "It is determined by heaven that my Great Mongolia will unify the world, and when the four seas and eight wildernesses will be unified, and all souls will surrender, and all beings will be able to reach the Elysium in the world." ”

"Let your mother's dog stinky fart, a group of Tartars who burn, kill, loot, and do all kinds of evil, dare to say what destiny you want?" Cheng San, the leader of the Ruijin Banner, had a beard on his face, a burly and strong figure, and shouted angrily with two big iron axes.

"Zuo Envoy, what nonsense are we talking about with him, let's do it together and kill him!"

"yes, kill him!"

"Kill!"

Seeing that the crowd was angry, the people of the Ming Sect couldn't hold it back, so they wanted to rush up.

The monk stood up and raised his hand slightly, and suddenly the noise of the crowd gradually stopped, and the prestige of this person in the Ming Sect can be seen.

Although he does not have the name of the master, he actually has the prestige of the master.

He looked at the Golden Wheel Dharma King and said, "If you don't ask the Dharma King to teach your fingers, life and death don't matter." ”

"If the little monk loses, then all the people in my Ming Sect will immediately retreat, and they will never be enemies of the Dharma King again."

"I don't know what the King thinks?"

The masters of the Ming Sect were stunned, because they had already laid a net of heaven and earth, and the masters of the sect were almost all together, and the purpose was to besiege and kill the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

But now the non-precepted monk has to fight alone with the Golden Wheel Dharma King to decide the winner, which is indeed incomprehensible.

You must know that the Golden Wheel Dharma King, as a rare master and powerhouse of the Esoteric Vajra Sect in a hundred years, has a terrifying Tibetan Buddhist martial arts to the extreme, and has already swept through the north, and no one can beat him.

Although the strength of the non-precept monk is strong, it is almost impossible to win against the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

King Jinlun's eyes burst with terrifying essence, looking at the non-precepted monk in white monk's robe, and said lightly: "You have a bit of determination, but it's a pity that ......."

"Of all the Mingjiao people present today, none of them can leave."

"All of them are going to die!"

His eyes shot a terrifying essence, and the yellow monk's robe hunted in the wind, and the terrifying murderous intent permeated everyone's hearts.

At this moment, in all directions of the valley, there was a dense Mongolian army, and those soldiers were all wearing leather armor, with dark vultures, murderous spirits, holding bows and drawing swords, staring at each other.

The black Mongolian soldiers are surging like a tide, and they don't need any shouting to kill, and the killing aura that comes to their faces is terrifying!

And Huo Du and Darba took the opportunity to block the exit with many masters, making this place completely a Jedi.

The brows of the unprecepted monk furrowed, and the masters of the Ming Sect behind him couldn't help but change their complexions violently, and their momentum fell to the freezing point.

Huo Du laughed out loud, and the rampant between his eyebrows was unstoppable, "Don't quit the monk, your carving insect skills have long been expected by my master, and you won't come forward to die!" ”

"Come forward and die!"

"Come forward and die!"

"Come forward and die!"

Behind him, a group of masters raised their swords at the same time, letting out a mocking laugh.

"A bunch of Mongolian lackeys, so bold!"

"Look for death!"

"Left envoy, fight with them!"

Seeing that they were already in a desperate situation, those Mingjiao sect members completely gave up other thoughts, and shouted wildly, and the murderous aura rose violently.

"What are you going to do with us? Give me arrows! ”

With Huo Du's order, the rain of arrows roared in the sky.

Woohoo!

In the midst of countless sounds of breaking through the air, the overwhelming rain of arrows suddenly shot many Mingjiao members to death, and blood flowed like a river.

"Brothers, follow me, I'll take you out!"

The unprecepted monk's eyes swept the Golden Wheel Dharma King slightly, roared, and took the lead, facing the rain of arrows and rushing straight towards the exit of the valley.

"Kill! Come on! ”

"Kill all these Mongolian dogs!"

"Kill!"

A group of Mingjiao masters were in a desperate situation, but they became desperate, shouted and followed behind the undisciplined monks, and rushed straight to the Mongolian soldiers who were pouring in like a tide.

The monk who did not prescribe was protected by a twelve-heavy golden bell cover, invulnerable, and he held a three-foot-long holy fire order in his hand, rushing and killing in the army, destroying and decaying wherever he passed, and no one could stop him.

The Holy Flame Order in his hand was made of a mixture of platinum black iron and emery, and the texture was extremely hard, and there was a faint flame flying in the order.

The monk who did not prescribe the martial arts on the Holy Fire Order was like a brute elephant, with rough skin and thick flesh, and infinite strength, and all the Mongolian soldiers he touched were all beaten to broken bones and tendons, and died tragically on the spot.

Bloody rage!

"Haha!"

He let out a long laugh, and the Holy Fire Order was staring at each other, pointing, sweeping, splitting, and smashing, and under the explosion of rolling true qi, the Mongolian soldiers around him fell one after another.

"The monk who does not quit is worthy of being the left envoy of light!"

Seeing the unprecepted monk setting off a bloody storm, the Golden Wheel Dharma King couldn't help but sigh in admiration, and then threw off the monk's robe and strode forward against the rain of arrows.

"Don't quit monks, aren't you going to fight with me?"

"I will fulfill you!"

(End of chapter)