No one needs to shout, the monk has already shouted, raised the blade in his hand to pounce up, only the day crying in the hand of the broadsword turned, draw a round of crescent moon, reflect half a pool of ripples, there are several people The upper body of the body flew out, the storm is still there, but the rain is suddenly red!

Hu Seng fell to the ground halfway, Fang was still staring at his eyes, and he definitely didn't believe it!

There were a few sounds, Xiao Jiu and the others fell one after another, and the whirlwind rushed into the boat, there were not many people left in the cloud boat, and how could the ghost banquet seven pounce like a wolf and a tiger to resist it, but in an instant, it turned into corpses everywhere.

Tianwai did not move again, and when the boat was cleaned up, he nodded slightly, flew and jumped down, and disappeared into the forest.

The Yellow Sparrow is coming!

A hill away from here, the bloody battle of the conversion killed a pursuer again, the cost was the tear on the right ear and half of the cheek, when the conversion dodged his staff, the demon pestle in his hand into his chest, the monk actually bit off his tongue, squirted out half of the stump tongue, with the position of the refuge diligent, only barely avoided the front, but was grazed right cheek.

The tip of the tongue burst open at the last moment, and the slurry splattered everywhere, and the blood that spilled mixed with saliva was extremely corrosive, burning half of the face and blurred flesh, and the right ear, which bore the brunt of the blow, was completely melted and turned into a puddle of bloody mud.

He didn't have time to think about it, his wrist flipped over, and he revealed a Xueliang knife, which was thinly cut along his right cheek, and the right ear was cut off raw, which prevented the corrosion from continuing, and he tore off a piece of clothing and simply wrapped it, and ripped off the clothes of the monks in front of him.

On the chest of this corpse, there is a brand, with a spiraling halo and six rotations, and on top of this brand, there is a stained ink mark, which is a tortuous Sanskrit word.

Refuge's pupils contracted slightly, although he knew that the Buddha Kingdom had sent chasing soldiers to attack, but he didn't expect that this time it was actually the Eight Heavenly Dragons of the Bishamen Country.

'Public', and the Great Zhou's 'Wei', the same meaning, the eight heavenly dragons, is the Buddha eight branches of the most fierce precept monks, no matter who, as long as they join, they will no longer have their own name, lifelong service in it, and some people call it a punishment monk, or a judgment monk, the combat power is great.

The eight Heavenly Dragons are different, and this time they are chasing the Yaksha who are good at tracking and secretiveness!

The head of the Yaksha is called the Yaksha, and the Yaksha has four Yaksha generals under him, the underworld, the yin, the fierce, and the evil, and at least one of them this time.

He squatted on the ground, trying his best to suppress the sensation coming from his cheeks, and the pain gradually woke up, he knew very well that the pain was far better than numbness, which meant that the poison created by the mixed blood on the tip of the tongue had not yet been removed, and as the blood flowed and the residual poison flowed out, he would not die on the spot for the time being.

He tried to stand up, straightened his body, and quietly stopped the sound coming from the surroundings, he and his disciples scattered, both to better escape, but also to induce the enemy to divide the army, this is a yang scheme, and the opponent can only do so, and the lone pursuer he encountered is proof of this.

He moved, and continued to walk towards the depths of the dense forest, the speed of Kapok's walking began to gradually become constant, and while carefully perceiving the movement around him, he listened to the sounds in the distance, and each scream represented that a disciple had been found, and at this moment, there were still two people alive, and the others were all dead.

When the last scream came, he suddenly realized that the road seemed to be going a little too well, not only the enemies were far away from him, but he also didn't even see the beasts and monsters in the wilderness, just like stepping into a dead place, without any life.

Although the experience of surviving in the wilderness was not as good as that of demon beasts, it still made him know very clearly that he had been targeted.

At the end of his gaze was a raised rock, which rose abruptly above the trees, and at the top of the rock, stood a man with a gloomy face, his lips thin and flat, tightly choked, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, showing a grotesque smile.

Conversion seemed to sigh softly, and then walked towards the mountain stone step by step, from the moment he saw this person appear, he realized that this time he finally couldn't escape.

"Sariputta, I didn't expect it to be you. "Coming to the bottom of the stone, he said slowly, at this moment, he is far from Sariputta in terms of fists and kicks and spells, but he is not inferior in momentum, or this is the fearlessness of a person who is about to die.

"Refuge, now my name is Yaksha," the narrow-eyed monk said calmly, "Is it strange that I?"

"It's not strange," Conversion sighed, "It's normal for anyone from the Eight Divisions to come, so why be strange?"

Looking at the Buddha statue in front of him, he could clearly feel the pressure on his face, he was in his prime and was not his opponent, and now he was tired of running away, and the magic weapon was useless, how could he be able to defeat it?

"That's good!" Styx nodded slowly, and said indifferently: "It's a blessing to be able to have peace of mind and die with peace of mind!"

As soon as the words fell, the battle broke out without warning.

A strong wind suddenly rose from the top of the stone, and immediately turned into a tornado, rising to the sky, in the wind, the Yaksha raised his hand to grasp, and the ghost fork under his feet roared softly, jumped into his hand, whining, and the Yaksha also swooped from the mountain rock at this moment, and took the top of his head!

The speed of this fork is so fast that it even exceeds the wind and rain, and the momentum of the pounce is even more condensational, and it appears directly in front of the refusal, as if it has torn open the space, and there is nothing at a distance of a few feet!

The original stationary refuge suddenly floated up, slanted out to the side along the wind, and the right hand descended the demon pestle with a flower falling, and it was already pressed on the ridge of the ghost fork, the two are different in weight, but they are evenly matched, the humming sound of the ghost fork instantly increased several times, and the blood overflowed, as if encountering a strong enemy, go all out!

Styx's face did not move, completely ignoring the changes of the demon fork, and just swept in the direction of the demon pestle, without any fancy, purely with force to win.

The first unloading force is naturally to take refuge, the body avoids, and the demon pestle is then recovered, floating up, and drifting towards the position of the Yaksha, but the void takes two steps, and then comes to the head of the Yaksha, and strikes down with the pestle.

The demon pestle was withdrawn, and the ghost fork also lost its target, but the length of the trend was obvious, and it was definitely not enough to recover and flip, and the demon pestle was about to hit.

However, the demon-descending pestle only turned half a circle, and suddenly its tail sprang out, flew upside down, and lightly touched the demon-descending pestle.

Strike!

The sound was extremely obscure, like striking a decaying wooden fish, and the dull and low sound was surprisingly melodious, echoing in this sea of forests, mountains and trees, which was particularly heavy.

The demon pestle was swung high, and the whole body was sonorous, and countless cracks began to spread along the holes in the pestle's body, and the flying fine pestle pieces were sprinkled, and when these cracks reached the place where the conversion shook hands, they actually climbed up along his wrists, crawling all the way along the forearm and upper arm, and the refuge began to crack with spider lines, and the skin continued to burst, bursting out streams of small blood arrows.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body floating in the air seemed to be thundered, and he fell straight down from the broken line, and sank into the mud.

The humming sound of the ghost fork gradually subsided, and the Styx Fork fell to the ground, and he raised his head slightly with one hand: "Senior Brother Refusal, go with peace of mind!"

He laughed, blood gushing out of his mouth, running down the corners of his lips, and he choked up, "So...... In this way, I invite my junior brother to ...... Give...... Send me a ...... One ...... ride"

He closed his eyes calmly, and in the eyes of the Yakshas, the conversion seemed to be repenting and pleading, but what was imprinted in his mind was only the skulls that were placed, one by one, one by one, without the slightest mistake.

A smile finally bloomed on his face, he knew that his affairs were over, life and death, and there were no regrets!

After waiting for a moment, he opened his eyes with great difficulty, and then saw the Khatra, who seemed to be facing a great enemy, and a child standing on a very thin branch at the top of the canopy not far away, swaying from side to side with the wind, but always standing as straight as a spear.

On the child's shoulders he also carried a very large broadsword, twice as long as his body.

The arrival of the Heavenly Cry immediately made the Khasha feel a great deal of pressure.

After a moment of confrontation, the monk's robe of the Khasha suddenly rose without wind, and a layer of dead ash appeared in his long and narrow eyes, completely suppressing the kind of vitality that belonged to the 'human', his body leaned forward slightly, his shoulders moved slightly, and the ghost fork cried towards the sky, compared to the time when he had just faced the refuge, whether it was speed, strength or momentum, it was completely different.

The trembling of the branches under Tianwai immediately froze, as if it was suppressed by the ghost fork, and in the next second, Tianwai had already appeared in front of the Stygian Fork, and the broadsword on his shoulder rebounded and took the ghost fork directly.

Just a press, the fork that was full of momentum was suddenly swinged, the broadsword castrated unabated, and the blade was pulled straight up, slashing towards the upper body of the Styrant, if it was a real connection, it was the bronze man who also cut off.

The figure of the Stygiana rose with the momentum of the broadsword, and his body remained three feet away from the blade, as if he could be cut at any time, but it never came, the three feet distance had solidified at this moment, and he stretched out his arms, and the ghost fork jumped and slammed on the broadsword, and the bell opened.

At the moment of the exchange of swords and forks, a puff of gray gas suddenly poured out of Styka's face, as if the dead light in his eyes had overflowed, all over his body, but his eyes suddenly turned black, like ink like night, so deep that there was no starlight.

Tian Wai was full of interest, and in the storm, he launched the same offensive like a storm!

He sometimes dances with both hands, sometimes drags with one hand, sometimes ghosts rush forward, sometimes jumps up and presses, the attack methods of the sky cry are varied, but the knife movement is actually only a few moves such as chopping, sweeping, provoking, colliding, etc., but each move comes and goes like a huge wave crashing on the shore, the momentum is fierce, no one can tell how powerful the sky cry is, what the consequences of the hit, only from the ground constantly appeared sword qi ravine, guess one or two.

The Khashatra is like a boat in the middle of a huge wave that has been beaten and impacted, ready to be smashed and sunk at any moment.

The battle between the two lasted only a few moments, and a sharp whistle came from the side, followed by two more whistles in different positions, and with the whistle, the three of them emerged from the forest one by one, standing in the distance, surrounding Khasha and Celestial Cry.

Xiao Jiu and the others have returned, each with a little blood stained on their bodies, they know the habit of crying in the sky, and they will not interfere, but it does not mean that they have no action.

At this time, their movements were to take out their ears from their blades and cloth wraps, pierce them with branches, and stick them directly into the mud in front of them, their faces full of mocking smiles, without saying a word, but more powerful than a thousand words.

All the people who came with the Yaksha have all died.

Sky Cry and Styx noticed the four people who rushed at the same time, but the movements in their hands did not stop for half a second, although Sky Cry mainly attacked Khatarsha's main guard, but the expressions of the two were completely different at the moment, Sky Cry was still relaxed, and Styka's face became more and more cold, and the dead ash on his face became thicker, like substance.

With a crisp sound of the bell, the two of them suddenly separated, and the sky cried in place, not retreating, the huge broadsword pointed diagonally to the ground, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, while the Styx staggered back, the pitch black tide in his eyes faded like a tide, and then he heard a pop, and half of the ghost fork fell from the air, straight into the ground, trembling.

Khakshatra barely stood still, raised his head to look at the sky and cried, and suddenly a bloody arrow shot out of his eyebrows, and the entire skull split from it, and the upper half of the body bounced in half from side to side, and fell to the ground with convulsions, his organs scattered.

"Huhu~" At this moment, Tian Wai let out a long sigh, looked at the conversion lying on the ground, and murmured: "This time I was pitted by Brother Guchen, this guy is really hard to kill!"

After speaking, he sat on the ground and fell asleep directly.