It is clear that Wan Hongchang is older between the two, but Wan Hongchang, who is at the peak of his magical powers, is called "brother" to him. This monk, who still retains a young tail on the outside, should at least be a big realm higher than Wan Hongchang's cultivation!

Then isn't he a master of the Dao Sect in the Judan Period?

Although there were twelve Buddhist monks in the snowy region present, thinking of this possibility, everyone still couldn't help but be afraid.

Not only the other four monks who were easily broken by the middle-aged monk followed after them. Occupy the position of the four elephants, surround him in the center, and each of them stretches their positions. The eight monks who besieged Wan Hongchang were also vigilant. The offensive has not stopped, and most of the energy is no longer on Wan Hongchang.

Although he didn't make a move on the middle-aged monk, he was ready for twelve points.

In the strong snowy wind, the middle-aged monk's right palm was erected, and his wide cuffs were puffed up by the strong wind, like a soft sail rising with the wind.

The broken snowflakes carried by the strong wind hit the placket of his clothes and made a "pop" sound. I didn't see how he moved, and a group of monks only felt that there was a flower in front of them, a chill and a piercing cold, and they had been killed by him.

Blood splattered, and the first two monks from the snowy region had already been disemboweled.

"You! you ......"

"Judan! You're a Judan monk!"

A group of monks were shocked, abandoned Wan Hongchang, and instead besieged the middle-aged monk.

Taking this opportunity, Wan Hongchang broke out of the encirclement, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath.

Aging is on the surface, and life is coming to an end. After entering the aging period, the true element gradually dissipates, and the endurance is much less than before. Wan Hongchang's heroic words, with one enemy and eight, are actually close to running out of oil and running out, and they can't support the edge.

Although he is not young, his cultivation is not weak, and a few breaths are enough for him to recover a little.

Wan Hongchang straightened up and said with a smile: "Brother Mu needs the younger brother to share one or two?"

"Just a few juniors...... Just look at it, brother!"

When the word "good" is spoken, it is like a knife.

The fingertip true element condensed, turning into a sharp, highly condensed disc. With the movement of his fingers, the true yuan, which was shaped like a circular saw, flew out of his hand, spun, and happened to cut through the neck of a monk.

A head swirls and flies up.

On his neck, which had nothing, there was a rush of blood, and in an instant, he was frozen into an icicle.

"Ulawala!" the remaining nine monks were furious, shouting and screaming, and no one could hear what they were saying.

"Huh~" Huo Jianxiong, who had been carrying his heart, breathed a sigh of relief, and put his hanging heart back into his stomach: "Judan! It turned out to be the master of the Judan period! Chunmingmen actually mobilized the master of the Judan period to cooperate with this girl!" The corner of his eyes glanced at Qi Nanqing, he was both envious and jealous in his heart, and couldn't help but think: "The true inheritance of Chunmingmen has such treatment, and the mountain sect is almost the same, these descendants are ...... true inheritance."

I couldn't help but waver for a while, wondering if I should have ignored it back then and completely surrendered to the mountain.

The biting cold wind blew, and his heart quickly cleared, and he smiled dumbly: "Even if I am willing to take refuge completely, these famous factions may not be able to trust me, a person from a family." What's the use of regretting decades of old things now?"

"But who the hell is this one?"

"Wan Hongchang called him 'Brother Shepherd', so it seems ......"

A condensed true element the size of a copper coin flew out of the hands of the "Mu Brother", the speed was not extremely fast, and it didn't seem to make people feel any threat, but the actual lethality was extremely strong.

The knife is broken, and the staff is broken when the staff is broken. Whether it is a weapon, a defensive magic weapon, or the strong body tempered by the monks in the snowy region, when encountering this round air blade, there is only one point and two halves, one result!

Powerful killing, déjà vu exercises.

"Swirling Finger Knife!Beiling Wind!" The name he had heard a long time ago revived from the depths of his mind, and Huo Jianxiong suddenly remembered: "Beiling Feng Mu Yuda! Two Jiazi ago, the Longshan family was a master on the first day!"

The age is not far from Wan Hongchang, but the active age is earlier than the four-faced god.

The progress of cultivation is so fast that it is the best in Longshan. The true legends of the five factions of his contemporaries, none of them can catch up with him.

The young man was ambitious, and he was praised as a genius all the way until he failed to challenge the withered old man. Not only did the true legends of the five factions of his generation successively achieve Jindan, but there were also two Jindan real people in Lifu and Tangtang in the scattered cultivation, which were forgotten in the tide of the times.

So far, it has been decades since anyone appeared.

Huo Jianxiong was also a genius from a family when he was a teenager, and he knew a lot about the deeds of this "old-timer".

"Unexpectedly, I couldn't have imagined that Mu Yuda, who was proud of the true inheritance of the various factions in Longshan back then, would lower his body and be willing to suppress the formation and protect the ......Dharma for the disciples of the Chunming Sect who were two generations lower."

The similarity of backgrounds made Huo Jianxiong sad, and he doubted his choice back then.

At that time, Mu Yuda participated in the family exercises, from all the way to the seven spins of the palm to bring forth the new, self-created whirlwind finger knife, since then, the whirlwind finger knife has become a symbol on behalf of him.

The twelve monks present, who have cultivated to the highest level, are in the sound and only knowledge, and the lowest cultivation is in accordance with the standards of Buddhism in the snowy region, and they have also reached the realm of the outer way.

The division of the realm of the Snowy Buddhism is very different from the mainstream of Shushu, which is closer to the time of ancient legends, emphasizing morality and ignoring combat. Between monks of the same realm, the combat strength can be extremely different.

The realm of the twelve people in front of him is high and low, but their combat power is equivalent to that of the Daomen Divine Power Cultivator.

besieged Wan Hongchang and intercepted Zu Gaoge, Yan Kai'an and others, and was invincible.

Facing Mu Yuda, who was at the peak of Judan, it was like entering a realm of no one, destroying the decay and decay, and almost failed to form an effective resistance.

The spinning True Yuan circular saw spun and flew, with the unique brilliance of the extremely condensed True Yuan, and flew lightly towards another monk with a yellow beard and a fierce appearance.

"Ah Busi, Ah Ka slow down!" the yellow-bearded monk shouted in panic. The remaining eight monks also shouted in unison, each with all their strength, desperately rescuing the yellow-bearded monk.

The difference in combat effectiveness between Judan and Divine Power is too far! Everyone tried their best to rescue, but the Huangxu monk still fell into death step by step.

A knuckle the size of a copper coin spun rapidly, closing in on his front door.

"Mu Yuda, do you dare to do it, don't you want the lives of the descendants of the Mu family?" a stiff shout came from afar.

The wind and snow gathered, and behind the whistling silver filaments and goose feather-sized snow flakes, the heavens and the earth and the end, faintly appeared two colors, one yellow and one red.

"Why is he here?" Mu Yuda was shocked in his heart, and sneered: "Pitang Mountain no longer exists, and there are many dead people in the Mu family every year!

At the end of the day, the laughter grew wilder. The sound shook all over the world, and the wind and snow cries were all overshadowed by his laughter.

At the same time, he was not slow to get away from the finger knife.

A circle of condensation swept through, and the yellow-bearded monk was cut straight along the bridge of his nose from the top of his head to his chin.

Blood splattered!

There was no time to cry out in pain, and the fourth monk from Gasha Shamen Mountain had already fallen.

"Thief, you dare!"

There was a loud cry in the distance.

The red and yellow figures suddenly accelerated, and the monk wearing a big red robe shouted: "Hu Lei Ben, Lei Er, quickly retreat, don't carry him head-on!"

Among the remaining eight monks, two red-robed monks obeyed his words like Fenglunyin, and when they heard this, they immediately retreated and leaped back, retreating a distance of twenty or thirty zhang.

As soon as the two red-robed monks retreated like this, the formation of eight people immediately revealed a huge flaw, giving Mu Yuda a chance to take advantage of the situation.

The whirlwind finger knife spun left and right, and in the blink of an eye, it killed two of the remaining six monks.

The six monks were all dressed in yellow robes.

A little yellow light in the wind and snow is getting bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, the monk wearing a yellow robe and a solemn treasure has arrived in front of Mu Yuda.

The appearance is very young, and when the hands are folded, the whole body is surrounded by the brilliance of gods and Buddhas.

Seeing that there were two more yellow-robed monks, the monk in the yellow robe couldn't help but show a sense of annoyance on his face.

Starting from Santo of Shanjie Temple, the costumes of the snowy monks present today may be different, and the status is undoubtedly the last, and the two monks wearing red and yellow robes are the highest.

Below two people, twelve monks with inferior status, the color of the clothes is also distinguished by red and yellow. The red-clothed monk shouted just now, and the two red-clothed monks retreated when they heard the sound, but they trapped the six yellow-clothed monks in place, causing two deaths.

Later, the yellow-clothed monk was extremely dissatisfied!

But now is not a good time to calculate, the yellow-clothed monk can only vent his anger on Mu Yuda.

"Horn!" the yellow-clothed monk recited the mantra like thunder, and his hands suddenly swelled several times.

Bigger than his real hands were a pair of huge palms that were shining with golden light and divine power coming out of his body.

Half real and half virtual, with the movement of his hands, the seal was formed in the air.

Huge mudras slap in the air.

Dirt and rocks splash!

Huge potholes appeared around Mu Yuda's body.

Zhenyuan erupted one after another, and the explosion sounded rapidly.

Zhang Yan's face changed.

This fierce offensive is even more powerful than the carpet bombing in film and television works. Compared to the legendary missile washing, he does not know.

But if you think about it, if you use a conventional warhead, it will probably be so powerful.

The situation outside the stone house has changed again.

A red cloud is coming.

As if he knew that he was at a loss, the red-clothed monk who came finally did not stop, and said directly: "Senior Brother Long An, I'm here to help you!"

The yellow-clothed monk who arrived before him ignored it, but he did not refuse the red-clothed monk to come forward.

Ordinary people, outer ways, shravaka, only knowledge, Madhyamaka, birth, perfection.

This red and yellow, and finally came to the realm of two monks, observing the clothing, the realm and status may not exceed the previous Santo and other monks, and the combat effectiveness is indeed a real Judan level. Taking advantage of two to one, the famous Beiling Feng couldn't get out for a while.

Mu Yuda is indeed not to be underestimated, and the two monks have only a slight upper hand when they join forces, and if they continue to fight for a long time, they may not have a chance for him to turn the tables.

The red-clothed monk's handprints flew up, frowned, and shouted: "Hu Lei Ben, Lei Xu'er, everyone else, all killed!" This sentence is not a snowy dialect, and everyone can understand it.

"Despicable!" Mu Yuda's eyes twitched, and he stepped up to urge the Whirlwind Finger Knife. A silver coin-sized True Yuan circular saw appeared at his fingertips, and Mu Yuda strode forward, and the two fingers of his right hand fell high from top to bottom.

Shhh

A long crack opened in the robes of the red-robed monk.

The crack quickly lengthened, and a big red monk's robe turned into two red clouds, which were blown up by the strong wind and disappeared into the wind and snow in the blink of an eye.