The grand sword light that seemed to tear the canopy apart spanned more than ten miles of the vast sky, slashing down from the sky with supreme might, and the sword light shattered the void and fell towards the demon monkey.

The demon monkey raised its arms and crossed the top of its head, and forcibly connected with the dazzling sword light.

With a bang, a gray-yellow figure fell from the sky like a meteorite, smashing into the ground, splashing smoke and dust in the sky.

Yun Zhongzi performed his body technique, stepped out, and appeared next to the golden haired lion king who also showed his true body, and the sycamore bell flew in and stopped in front of the lion king who was about to stop the sword saint. And the Sword Saint who had pulled out a sword earlier immediately flew down and chased after him towards the place where Chengdao fell.

The Tongtian Divine Monkey is born with a lot of immunity to magic weapons, and the cloud neutron with magic powers as the main means of attack has a somewhat powerless feeling of hitting the cotton with his fist. can be replaced by a pure sword cultivation with huge killing power like himself, and the companion talent of Chengdao is like chicken ribs, and it is difficult to exert it.

Just as the sword saint incarnated as the sword light rushed over, an ancient ring sword slashed out in the air, carrying Dao scriptures, and stopped in front of the sword saint.

It was the ring knife that the ghost came from.

"Master Ling, let the little monk be your opponent. ”

The gray-headed monkey demon flew out of the pit underground, and was about to strike at the Sword Saint, when an old monk's robe appeared in front of him.

The old master who followed him also flew to the side of the Sword Saint, and under the confrontation just now, he was always helpless against the ghost Rulai, and the cultivation of one of the five emperors was indeed one line higher than him. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Ghost Rulai to get rid of the old master's restraint so easily, and split his hands to stop the Sword Master.

Looking at the demon monkey with bloodied arms, the Sword Saint said to the old master: "This demon monkey will be handed over to you, it is already injured at this time, you take him down as soon as possible, don't be careless." I'll deal with the ghost, and I'll settle old scores with him. ”

"Ghost Rulai, I haven't returned the grace of a knife last time, and this time it's time to make an end. ”

For the ghost Rulai of the rebel demon clan, the sword saint can't wait to eat his flesh raw, and his hatred for him is even greater than that of the demon clan. The Natal Flying Sword slowly surrounded his body, and the Sword Saint said with a cold face.

The ghost Rulai, who was not stained with half of the mud and dust on his body, nodded lightly, and his voice was still warm and flat: "It's okay, the little monk just wants to get justice for the disciples who died under Ling Shi's sword." ”

As soon as the words fell, the monk's robe on Ghost Rulai's body suddenly swelled, and a wave of qi pushed the Chengdao behind him far away.

Immediately afterwards, the Sanskrit chant masterpiece, the ghost Rulai has hundreds of Arhat golden bodies around the body, the Buddha's Dharma image is manifested in stages, and the Buddha's light is flourishing in an instant, and the pure Buddha qi spreads out, and the surroundings are suddenly like the Buddha country descending.

The huge image of the Buddha has a sad face, holding a flower in one hand and erecting it on his chest with the other.

The five hundred Arhats have different shapes, including Vajra with angry eyes, and Bodhisattvas with low eyebrows, sitting or lying, each holding a treasure. The Buddha country descends, the surrounding ten miles become the pure land of bliss, the golden swastika and the Buddhist scriptures are wandering in the sky, the avenue changes, and only the Buddha nature remains between heaven and earth.

The old master used the secret method to escape the moment the ghost Rulai opened his domain, and the tall sword saint's face was calm, just quietly hanging in the void. The natal flying sword was quietly suspended in front of its chest, like a lonely boat in the stormy waves, but it still did not move.

The sword qi was like a tide, shooting out in all directions, and the Buddha countries on all sides were constantly eroded by the sword qi, and all the Buddha Dharma images were suddenly destroyed.

It's just that with the non-stop chanting of Sanskrit, under the illumination of the endless stream of Buddha's light, the Buddha country was repaired extremely quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The phantom of the Dragon Descending Arhat that had just been split into two immediately coincided, and the golden body of the Bodhisattva, which had been shattered by the sword qi, recondensed. Although the two did not make a move, their respective avenues had already collided fiercely. The sword qi that seemed to be able to open the heavens and the earth became higher and higher, the sword saint's eyes brightened, and the natal flying sword in front of him began to tremble slightly and whisper. Ghost Rulai still folded his hands and lowered his eyebrows, chanted the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth softly, and the Buddha light around him became more and more brilliant and condensed.

The Sword Saint's mind moved, and the natal flying sword suddenly shot out, shooting away at the ghost Rulai.

The flying sword was unstoppable, and it stabbed straight and thrust until it flew less than a foot in front of Ghost Rulai, and finally stopped.

While the sword qi was raging, a mountain peak behind Ghost Rulai was instantly carved out of a big hole by the surging sword qi, and then the mountain shook, and the Baizhang peak instantly collapsed, and the sand and gravel poured.

The old master who left the Pure Land of Buddhism for the first time stretched out his hand and made a move, and Mengfuzi, who was far away from the battlefield, suddenly moved with a sharp move, and waved his hand to sacrifice the Confucian holy weapon Haoran pen.

The fluorescent flow of Haoran strokes broke through the sky and flew all the way to the hands of the old master, and the aura of Haoran was like the wind of a thousand miles, swaying in the mountains. Since the last time the old master crossed the 39 Heavenly Tribulation in Xiazhou, this Confucian treasure was once again held in the hands of the old master. The holy vessel has a spirit, and the Haoran pen trembled gently in the old master's hand, as if he was cheering.

Cheng Dao naturally recognized the heel of the Haoran pen, and immediately waved his hand, and the Demon World Futu was once again restrained in black light, and the momentum appeared majestically in front of him, confronting the forbidden treasure from afar.

The previous blood sacrifice to recapture the Demon World Floating Slaughter had already caused him a lot of load, and then he was hit by the sword saint with almost all his strength, and at this time, Chengdao was indeed injured. Looking at the demon monkey in front of him, although his aura was obviously weakened, the old master planned to directly attack with all his strength and suppress it as quickly as possible, so as to liberate a celestial combat power.

The old master waved his sleeves, held the Haoran pen and wrote directly in the void, and the pen walked between the dragon and the snake and swayed out of the Confucian splendid articles.

Chengdao slapped his chest with both fists, and with a loud roar, he flew up, rushed towards the old master, and swung out with a fist, shattering the golden words in the sky. It's just that although the words were shattered, the aura of Haoran did not dissipate, turning into invisible chains that wound up the body of the demon monkey.

In a few moments, the huge body of the demon monkey was covered with golden veins, and it was obviously greatly constrained by its gestures, and its movements slowed down.

Relying on the gift of the remnants of the demon qi of the Demon World Floating Slaughter to become a celestial man, there was originally a significant gap between it and the old master Yun Zhongzi and others in terms of foundation, and the Demon World Floating Slaughter, which had been lost too much, still had a large number of cloud neutron sealing methods left on it, and it could not provide too high a boost for it at this time. At this time, facing the old master, who had almost no consumption of combat power, he was obviously overstretched.

On the entire battlefield, except for the fact that Ghost Rulai is on par with the Sword Saint, in the face of Feng Xing, who has advanced again, the dark sun is already at a disadvantage, and he can only rely on his own rapid movement to dodge. The Golden Retriever Lion King had also suffered some small losses under the sword of the Sword Saint before, and at this time, it was also a disadvantage to the cloud neutron that fell out of the upper means.

Seeing that the situation of the demon race was already at a disadvantage, the monks of the human race were also a lot more stable in their hearts. According to this trend, although the Earth Immortal Battlefield does not have much advantage because of the two unfamiliar peak Earth Immortals of the Demon Clan, as long as the Human Race at the level of Heaven and Human Realm wins the victory, this battle will be decided.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the fairy music fluttering, and the treasure light appeared. The sea of clouds dispersed, and a majestic palace suddenly appeared in the sky. It attracted the attention of everyone in the venue.