"Master Tang, it seems that you are forcing the poor monk to make a move!"

The monk was still smiling, but in his hidden eyes, he was so hypocritical. Whether they make a move or not, what they leave to themselves is a dead end, and when they hear this, they are really angry and laugh.

"Less nonsense!"

The magic knife condensed in his right hand, and Yin took the lead in activating it. The two eyes danced with blood-red flames, and there was an arrogant battle intent all over their bodies.

"Amitabha, Master Tang, let the poor monk come to you today!"

The monk who had just spoken unfolded his body, holding a tin staff, and brought out bursts of strange roars, sweeping towards the hidden volley, the speed was extremely fast, and his figure became bigger and bigger in Yin's eyes, almost in the blink of an eye.

faintly changed color, raised the knife in a panic, and slashed at the attacking monk, but this knife was blocked by the monk's tin staff.

"Wow"

Mars shined in all directions, and the ground where the hidden ground was standing collapsed into a large crater in an instant.

But neither of them was shocked out, and the magic knife and tin staff touched together like magnets of the opposite sex. The surging energy fluctuations swung around, and the warriors on the city wall clearly felt the terrifying power of the inner secret fight, and couldn't help but tighten the bow and arrow in their hands, for fear that they would accidentally shoot the bow and arrow~ out

。

The other monks below were all calmly watching the battle in front of them, although they looked different, but their expressions were surprisingly the same, they were all smiling, and this smile was also Maitreya's signature smile.

They obviously wouldn't interfere, and in their opinion, it was enough to deal with a mid-level martial artist with one companion.

Rumble!

At this moment, there was a loud bang out of thin air, and the monk was finally separated.

Yin took more than a dozen steps back, barely stabilizing his body in a half-kneeling position, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. The monk only retreated three or four steps, and the tin staff stopped on the ground fiercely, and then stopped steadily.

The confrontation between the Intermediate Level of the Earth Rank and the Elementary Level of the Heavenly Rank, and the confrontation between the hard and the hard is definitely at a disadvantage!

But before Yin recovered for a moment, the monk rushed over at a lightning speed, and the powerful qi machine shrouded Yin. Yin was forced to fight, and the dark black magic knife collided with the monk's tin staff and produced one brilliant spark after another.

Each collision distorted the image of the surrounding void, as if it was about to be torn apart.

The more he fought, the more Yin felt that the qi and blood in his body were churning, the tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, and he felt that all parts of his body were about to burst open because he couldn't withstand the power of the other party. In his sight, what he saw the most was the hypocritical smile of the bald donkey in front of him.

"Master Tang, surrender, the poor monk will leave you with a whole corpse!"

"Vote for your grandma!"

Yin was very angry, this kind of sanctimonious words were really annoying, so he couldn't help but burst into foul language.

"Hmph, since that's the case, don't blame the poor monk for being ruthless!"

From beginning to end, the monk maintained a Maitreya Buddha-like smile, but the murderous intent all over his body, .cc [Marshmallow]

In an instant, the monk's body erupted with white Xuan Qi, and a Xuan soldier who was exactly the same as him came out of his body, also holding a tin staff, and the monk left and right, and went to the hidden slaughter.

Once the Xuan soldiers are turned out, Yin is equivalent to dealing with the two of them

。 One person is already very reluctant, and adding another person is like making matters worse.

"Wow"

Yin blocked the attack of the Xuan soldiers, however, the monk's tin staff had already hit his chest, and he had no time to block back.

"Bang"

With a muffled sound, Yin was knocked upside down and flew out, and then fell heavily from the air to the ground, blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, his chest was abnormally suffocated, his internal organs were burning, and his chest and abdomen were extremely painful.

"Poof"

Yin spat out a mouthful of blood again, his body seemed to be emptied, and a sense of powerlessness from prostration came up. And the monk landed lightly, and the white Xuan Bing merged with his body.

After only taking three breaths, Yin forcibly cheered up his spirits and used the power of the gods and demons to quickly restore his body's mobility. He slowly got up and slowly wiped away the remaining blood from the corners of his mouth.

"Huh"

The monk let out an exclamation, obviously he didn't expect the other party to be able to stand up, and the other monks were also slightly discolored, after bearing the blow just now, the martial artists who cultivated below the heavenly level had no possibility of standing up, but now this scene was greatly unexpected to them.

The blood-red eyes, like two red lanterns penetrating through, contained a bloodthirsty murderous aura, which made the monk subconsciously frown, only to feel a chill down his back, as if he saw a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses.

Hidden Qi was poured into his right hand, and the entire space began to brew a destructive aura.

The face of the monk who was fighting against him changed, and he naturally knew that the other party was urging the strongest move, and the dark black sword qi during the day was really powerful, which was enough to make him jealous.

"Master Tang, you are too naïve! How can a poor monk make you urge powerful moves!"

With a shout, the monk held the tin staff with both hands and swung it down violently.

Boom!

A golden light nearly ten zhang long turned into a huge tin staff phantom, as bright as a rainbow, like a divine punishment, cutting through the night, and falling straight down

。 The whole space, the wind and thunder, the wind was strong, and the sound that erupted made the ears buzz.

Thunder!

Yin's eyes were wide open, and the full force of the Heavenly Rank Master's blow was actually so terrifying. Since there was no way to avoid it, he swung his sword to meet it, and the dark black magic knife, like the last line of defense, was above his head.

"Boom"

The huge golden tin staff slashed down, and the earth trembled, and the vast power that surged out swept away like a hurricane. The soldiers standing on the high wall, after feeling this power, were all frightened and sweating coldly, this power was really terrifying!

The dust is flying underneath, and the bluestone bricks on the ground have long been lifted off, and the ground is messy. When the dust and mist dissipated, he saw Yin lying on the ground, covered with countless dust and bricks, his white clothes were rotten, and there were bloody wounds everywhere all over his body.

"It's over!"

The monk who was fighting against him showed a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly lowered the tin staff.

At this moment, the green Xuanqi was flourishing, and the Shangguan Hall, dressed in a black night robe, scattered with panic and holy power, fell from the sky and landed on the high wall.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing him, all the monks below couldn't help but salute him respectfully.

Shangguan Tang nodded slightly, then looked at the hidden lying on the ground, the signs of life were already very inconspicuous, and said lightly: "Have you taken this thief?"

"Yes, Your Majesty! He is incapacitated!"

The monk who was fighting against Yin took a step forward and replied respectfully, "The poor monk will order him to hand over the Ice Flame Xuanhuangzhi of the storage ring." ”

If someone else wants to take something from it, they must forcibly erase the original mark in the Soul Ring, and then fill in a new mark so that the Ring can recognize the owner.

Of course, this so-called mark is just a drop of blood on the soul storage ring, but the process of erasing the original mark is more troublesome, and it takes time and energy, which is far less simple than forcing the original owner of the storage ring to take things out. ()

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