"What a deceased lamp!" The jade-faced purple cloth gently stroked his palm and said a good word, then took a step back and stood quietly in the corner of the circle.

Seeing that this sackcloth monk deliberately pretended to be deep, the tall black-clothed brocade robe was furious, took out the broadsword at his waist and pointed angrily in front of him, and scolded loudly: "You little bald donkey of Foguang Temple, is your head broken when you chant Buddha and chanting?

"Oh!"

The monk seriously looked at the tall black-clothed brocade robe in front of him, and replied as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Who else should I be, it turned out to be Senior Brother Qin Guanghai of Qianyuan Palace, it is really disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

The Mai monk raised his hand and gently rubbed his bald head, showing shame and shame on his face.

The five people behind Qin Guanghai were very displeased: "Guanghai, what is the ink with this bald donkey? ”

In Luofeng Mountain, you Foguang Temple dare to ruin the good deeds of my Qianyuan Palace, attack and kill the forty-three people of the Yin Li Guard, and this blood debt will be repaid by you, a bald donkey!"

As soon as the words fell.

Qin Guanghai immediately jumped forward, lifted his broadsword and slashed at the monk's body!

Deception Slash, Cloud Palm, Sky Splitting Knife... The six people in black brocade robes slaughtered the monk one after another!

Boom Boom!

The small square open space was suddenly filled with smoke and dust, and the wind was blowing. Blade sword qi flesh palm fist strength, sadistic collision!

After a few breaths and a fierce battle, the verdict was soon decided.

There were many people in black-clothed brocade robes, and the Mai monk dodged the sword light and sword shadow, but he did not dodge the chaotic bombardment of seven fists and eight palms. The monk's mouth spurted blood, and his body was knocked down by the bombardment and flew more than ten feet away, falling into the broken house.

Bang!

The crumbling wing of the dangerous building collapsed in an instant, and the Mai monk was buried deep in it.

"Hmph! This bald donkey has no skills, so unbeaten!"

"Senior Brother Guanghai just warned us not to underestimate this monk. ”

"I see, it was the last battle of Fengshan in Guanghai, and I was frightened by those bald donkeys of Foguang Temple. ”

Hahahaha!

The five of them looked at each other and smiled, jokingly mocking the tall black brocade robe.

Crash!

Above the remains of the ruins, several pieces of rubble were scattered.

There was a dull pop.

The tattered gray cloth and linen clothes rose into the sky, and the monk jumped up and ran to the north of the city several times in succession.

The six people in shock were all dumbfounded, and they wanted to stop it again.

Suddenly, the jade-faced purple clothes behind him scolded: "Get out of the way!"

Everyone dodged to the sides, out of the way.

I saw the young man in purple clothes standing in place and shouting softly, his arms leaned forward, and according to the back of the monk, he turned his palm into a claw, and grabbed it out of the void.

The body of the Mai monk, who was still running forward, suddenly rose from the ground.

Feeling that his body was not under his control, the monk silently recited in his heart: "Buddha, the little monk will be lonely here today!"

"What kind of ability is it to bully a monk with a large number of people? You are still playing the little trick of taking things from the air, but you are still a martial artist of the Great Perfection of the Congenital Realm, so don't you blush with a big bully?"

On the towering brick stacks of broken walls, I don't know when, lazily leaning on a bearded man wearing a green shirt and brocade robe.

Holding his arms and dangling Erlang's legs, he held an unknown straw stick in his mouth. The bearded man squinted at the young man in purple clothes below with extremely disdainful eyes, and mocked very playfully and playfully.

Seeing this, he was about to catch the monk closer. The purple-clothed young man suddenly lowered his arm behind him, and looked up at the bearded man on the broken wall high above.

Plop! The muffled sound of a weight falling freely.

The gray-clothed monk, who was in tatters, lay on the ground weakly and gasped for breath, as if he had experienced a desperate struggle and could not afford to be exhausted.

"Senior Brother Qiuchen won't kill you for the sake of face, but we won't let you go!" The six black-clothed brocade robes roared angrily and used their respective means to attack and kill the monk who collapsed to the ground.

Bang bang bang! A series of fierce sword qi palms bombarded one place, and the broken stone streets, smoke and dust debris flew wildly, and several ravines appeared on the ground.

The smoke and dust dissipated, but I didn't see any of the monk's flesh and blood left, which was very weird.

The six men in black robes searched around, and suddenly someone shouted, "There he is!

But in the air dozens of feet high, the monk who was covered in tatters was being picked up by a strange black sword, and strangely, there were two other people on top of this big sword.

Fortunately now, the three of them were all carried by a black sword, and the three of them were like dead things, motionless.

Now that this monk is my man, you can go back wherever you came from. ”

The bearded man made a strange gesture towards the void, and then leaned over and added to the purple-clothed young man below: "Little white face, don't always stare at me, it's best not to mess with me, Uncle Ben has a bad temper, Uncle Ben is angry, be careful to kick your balls as a ball!"

Hearing the provocative words of the bearded man above, the jade-faced purple cloth did not move his true anger, because he understood that this person could also be free to resist things, and he should be a master of the same realm as him, but in the end, which is higher and which is lower can only be known by triing. The purple-clothed young man did not answer as always, and continued to look at the bearded man above his head.

"This bearded man seems to be wearing the green shirt of the Liu Ye of the Cold Dao Gate, and you can see that the golden silk 'shadow' on the corner of the clothes is still there. ”

When everyone heard this, they all looked at the man, and sure enough, a small gold wire 'shadow' was in sight where the folds at the corners of the clothes were rolled up.

"Senior Brother Qiuchen, he must have killed Kui Yin, Liutao and Liu Ye!" everyone exclaimed angrily, shouting and screaming, waving their arms with their swords in anger, shouting at the bearded man on the broken wall.

"It's really noisy! Every day, everyone is so able to shout, it's annoying!" The bearded man clenched his hands with one hand and punched out unexpectedly: "The ape hits the four fields!"

Boom, earth-shattering bang!

Where the group of black-clothed brocade robes stood just now, they were crushed by the heavy blow and collapsed into a large pit with a radius of dozens of zhang, and the six people in the depths of the pit were all dead and without corpses.

The purple-clothed young man, who was also affected by the aftermath of his fist, dodged a hundred zhang away in embarrassment, and roared in disbelief: "If you are blatantly attacking and killing the Shadow Guard, aren't you afraid of the pursuit and killing of the powerhouse of my Qianyuan Palace's Heavenly and Human Realm?"

"It's you Qianyuan Palace who killed!" The bearded man didn't care about the purple-clothed young man's threatening words, and suddenly slammed his fist.

An earth-shattering explosion followed.

The purple-clothed young man who performed a strange body technique was once again able to avoid the unparalleled bombardment of the bearded man, and he was shocked in his heart by the cultivation realm of this bearded man, knowing that he was definitely not the opponent of this person, and without hesitation, he took out a jade talisman in the air and quickly crushed it, and was about to escape.

"I want to leave, let's leave Uncle Ben!" The fists steamed with scorching black flames, and the colorful streams covered its surface, and the fierce heat seemed to burn through the space, bombarding away.

The Black Flame Fist carried the power of the five elements, and it was strange and indecisive, striking at the purple-clothed young man who had already stepped into the void.

Click! In the distance, there was a crisp sound like glass shattering.

The tragic roar was accompanied by angry unwillingness: "Even if my body is destroyed, I will remember your black flame fist and big sword!"

There was a slight noise.

A trace of black flame emerged from the void and obediently returned to the bearded guest.

"Phew, if your body is destroyed, you dare to threaten Lao Tzu!"

"It's still half a minute slower, this disciple of the inner door of the Qianyuan Palace has a lot of life-saving methods! If you meet someone from the Qianyuan Palace again, you will definitely kill it with one blow while they are unprepared, and you will never leave trouble!"

Scolding, nagging.

The bearded guest was a little unhappy and annoyed. With a casual move towards the sky, the big sword in the air slowly descended.

Knock knock! Fingers flicked, tapping on the bald head like a boiled egg.

The monk who pretended to be dead was in pain, jumped high, and then scolded: "Which turtle grandson dares to play the braincase of the Buddha!"