The Eagle Spirit King also saw that there were many dead corpses around, and without saying a word, he began to perform psychic magic skills to resurrect some of the dead as a delaying tactic.

Dongchang has already seen it once, firstly, although the Eagle Spirit King's psychic power is strong, but the manipulation of corpse spirits is still weak, and it can't last long. Second, everyone only needs to cut off the head of the dead corpse to kill them with one blow.

However, this is also an expedient measure to delay the army, which can cause some confusion and hindrance to the enemy.

Wei Jinkui saw that the two sides were at a stalemate, and suddenly said, "You three give it to me."

Diao Shuiqiu, Tu Long and Gu Lesang flew up without saying a word, and Wei Jinkui wanted to fight quickly.

Seeing this, the abbot also flew up, and the Sanzang holy monk and Yang Muyuan also flew together.

Six people face off in the air.

Diao Shuiqiu to the conscious abbot

Gulsan to the holy monks of the Three Tibets.

Tu Long to Yang Muyuan.

All of them are first-class masters in today's rivers and lakes, and there are even more immortal cultivators, duel in the air, ancient and modern.

Diao Shuiqiu's double sunflower blades took the lead, pointing directly at the head of the conscious abbot.

Feeling that the abbot did not show weakness, he rushed directly and did not dodge, and when the sunflower blade flew in front of him, he easily bounced the double blades away with one left and one right.

Then the speed was faster, and the body shape changed, obviously the method of migration and change of the "Yijin Sutra", the body suddenly looked like a swallow, the robe danced in the air, and quickly approached Diao Shuiqiu through the gap in the wind.

Diao Shuiqiu was also shocked when he saw this, he didn't expect that his conscious skill was so profound, and his speed was so fast, so he had to dodge sideways.

Diao Shuiqiu is also experienced in a hundred battles, and his body rotates in the air, just passing by.

Consciously, the abbot did not slow down, and detoured upwards in the air, flipping and approaching. Diao Shuiqiu no longer dodged this time, but made preparations.

The two sunflower blades rotated rapidly in the air, forming a conch thread-shaped, and both were wound, and ordinary people could only dodge to the side, not daring to make a hard connection.

However, the conscious abbot was not, and the Yi Jin was instantly cast by the clavicle Dafa, and suddenly became like a thin stick, drilling straight into the middle of the thread, and impacting Diao Shuiqiu.

Seeing this, Diao Shuiqiu was about to tighten the heavenly spider silk, but when he found that his consciousness had arrived in front of him, he suddenly slammed it, and his consciousness unfolded in front of him, and he was about to push Diao Shuiqiu with a palm. It can be seen that its skills are profound.

Diao Shuiqiu accidentally hit a palm, but fortunately he was ready to take over the palm, and at the moment of hit, he concentrated the internal force on his chest, and slightly retreated a finger away.

Then he suddenly pushed back, and felt that the abbot was also shocked, but he didn't expect Diao Shuiqiu to hurt himself with this method of self-injury.

This top also gathered deep internal strength, not only Diao Shuiqiu himself was injured for the second time, but also the conscious abbot ejected a few zhang, and he was also injured.

The master's moves are often a one-shot shot, and one blow is complete.

Diao Shuiqiu immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, and said with a smile: "Consciously, how about it, I can still afford this trick?"

As soon as he finished collecting it, he felt that a drop of blood slowly left a drop of blood at the corner of his mouth, and he said indifferently: "Father-in-law Diao, what's the pain, hurt the enemy for one point, hurt yourself for three points, you are not the opponent of the poor monk." ”

Diao Shuiqiu took a deep breath, adjusted his breath and said, "Even if I can't kill you, I will let you die halfway." ”

He smiled consciously and said: "Amitabha, Grandpa Diao is overconfident, and if you make a few more moves, your self-harming move will kill you." ”

After speaking, he looked at the trick and bullied the past.

The sunflower blade had already been shot, and the two continued to fight.

Look at Gulesang's holy monks again.

The Sanzang holy monk slowly took off into the air, and his robe danced in the wind, like a Buddha.

All the hundred snakes in Gulesan's body drilled out, performed light skills, and flew towards the holy monk of Sanzang.

Before the people arrived, several poisonous snakes spit out letters and flew towards the Sanzang holy monk first.

The Sanzang holy monk suddenly had a string of Buddha beads on his neck in his hand, and swished out a few times, and the Buddha beads hit the poisonous snakes impartially.

Gu Lesang squinted his eyes and said inwardly: "The holy monks of Sanzang rarely appear on the rivers and lakes, I don't know if their skills are profound, it is better to be careful. ”

The Sanzang holy monk also fought back, and also shot a few Buddha beads towards Gulsang.

Gulesan blew the Buddha's finger flute, several poisonous snakes flew out one after another, and when they were about to collide with the Buddha beads, they suddenly twisted their bodies, and the snake body surrounded the beads, as if they were four or two thousand catties, and the beads were stopped, but the snake's tail flicked, and the beads shot to the holy monks of Sanzang.

The holy monk of Sanzang saw it in his eyes, and applauded in his heart, as soon as the staff came out and turned, the beads spun in the head of the staff, and then his hand shook again, and shot towards the snakes.

This time, Gu Lesang was not prepared, and he didn't expect to have this strange trick, those poisonous snakes were about to fly to the Sanzang holy monk, and they were shot down by the Buddha beads.

Gulsan was furious and quickly bullied the Sanzang holy monk.

The snake's mouth is wide open around Gulesan's body, and there is a snake head in any part of the body.

Seeing this, all the Buddha beads on the Buddha string in his hand suddenly dispersed, and under the shroud of his own internal force, all the Buddha beads also formed a protection around him.

For a while, the snake's head poked out and bit the holy monk, and the Buddha beads shot out and hit the snake's head.

After a while, dozens of Buddha beads hit and stabbed at Gulsang, and the sound of Gulsang's flute became tighter, and those snakes quickly coiled to the position of the flying Buddha beads, suddenly opened widely, wrapped dozens of Buddha beads, and then turned around and flew towards Sanzang.

Sanzang concocted it in the same way, and the Buddha beads returned to their bodies, and the two went back and forth for dozens of rounds, and they couldn't hurt each other at all.

Tu Long fought against Yang Muyuan.

Tu Long knew that Yang Muyuan's Tai Chi True Yuan had entered the realm, and his skill was extremely behind, so he didn't dare to despise it.

Tu Long first had a large internal force, and the aura of tiger light was steaming. Shot first, the aura of the tiger spirit jumped out and rushed towards Yang Muyuan together.

Yang Muyuan's Tai Chi sword flew out of nowhere, and the sword body was yin and yang, like the wind of gossip.

Tu Long and Yang Muyuan are both famous people on the white list, and their skills are extremely profound.

The aura of the tiger spirit struck, Yang Muyuan took off in green clothes, and the Tai Chi Zhenyuan he practiced made him quite young, like a young man.

The Tai Chi Sword was also built with the help of Liao's artifact, implying his own Tai Chi True Yuan.

With a slight urge of the internal force, the Taiji sword qi overflowed, and the spirit sword qi collided with the tiger spirit qi, and with a bang, the two qi dissipated.

Again the aura, again the sword qi, the green light collided back and forth, more and more frequent, the speed became faster and faster, and after a while, both of them were shrouded in the blue light qi, tearing in a thin layer of qi light.

Suddenly, the sword qi of the Taiji Sword expanded, transforming into a giant sword, flying down from the top of Yang Muyuan's head, flying straight towards Tu Long.

No one had ever seen such a power, and they were all blown away by it.

Tu Long didn't dare to slack off, his feet stepped on the ground, and the "Ultimate White Tiger Roar" of the one hundred and eight wind tiger roar was different from the last time, but he tried his best to expand the tiger spirit qi, which was also very huge.

Resist the giant sword that the sword qi turned into. Yang Muyuan continued to exert his strength, and Tu Long put his hands upward, struggling to support.

Suddenly, Yang Muyuan's Taiji Sword flew up, shooting from top to bottom at a lightning speed according to the "giant sword", like a small sword shot out of the giant sword.

Straight towards the Tiger Spirit Qi, directly through, as if being hit, gradually dissipated, but the power of the Taiji Sword did not decrease, and it flew towards Tu Long.

Tu Long was hit like this, and the internal force immediately dissipated, shaking himself and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

However, the Taiji Sword was still flying towards Tu Long, but at the moment of discouragement, he could no longer raise his breath and could not resist, maybe he could deal with it with a little relief, but the master's move was in an instant.

It's about to hit, and if it hits, it's going to kill you instantly.

Unexpectedly, Wei Jinkui suddenly flicked his fingers, and a steel needle shot out, hitting the hilt of the sword, and the sword immediately bounced away, which was regarded as saving Tu Long's life.

Tu Long and Diao Shuiqiu were defeated.

The Shaolin Temple sent people to fight with the army for several hours, but they were also killed and wounded, and only some masters remained.

And there are still a few hundred people in the army, and the masters of Shaolin Temple gradually can't support it, and they have been besieged until they are surrounded in a circle.

Consciously also seriously injured, Yang Muyuan, the holy monk of Sanzang, also consumed too much energy.

Wei Jinkui said proudly: "There are only dozens of you, you have been surrounded by our group, give you two ways, one, suicide, two, be killed by me." Which one to choose?"