Li Ji could see the monk's plan, but so what, the formation? This was exactly what he wanted.

He was no stranger to the formation, and the formation of ordinary martial arts was even more of a joke for a cultivator;

Is the formation of thirty-two people very powerful? Can thirty-two people attack at the same time? No, there is not so much space; can the skills of thirty-two people accumulate together to crit? No, let alone thirty-two people, even if the internal force of three people is added, it can also instantly burst the meridians of a martial artist.

Thirty-two people could never play their part at the same time, and there were no more than five or six close to him.

Li Ji's problem is that he can't move casually, the three-zhang range of Taniguchi is his position, he needs to face the continuous pressure of many people for a period of time, if he doesn't refine the thunder fire forging gold body, I'm afraid he will still be able to catch it, but now......

Li Ji licked his chapped lips, looking forward to the next killing of these Buddhist scum.

The mad demon array of Pufa Temple could only be spread in half, because Li Ji would not allow anyone to appear behind him, not because he was afraid of an attack from behind, but because there were children.

Soon, more than a dozen monks in the front row surrounded him,

The mad demon array is indeed very exquisite, born from the cultivation formation of the Hanging Temple, except that it is useless, but it is an eye-opener for the warriors, two people bear the mountain, three people build bridges, and the monks cooperate seamlessly with each other, dividing into joint attacks, flying in the air, lying on the ground and rolling in......

Then, none of the seven or eight monks were able to stand......

Fa Neng's face was pale, he never thought that this person actually had a one-handed body cultivation skill.

What kind of swordsman is the most terrible? The answer is that an invulnerable swordsman is the most terrible.

You have to change the way, Fa Neng waved his hand, this time it was Fa Jue, Sangha, and Miao Feng in front at the same time, and the other monks swooped coldly.

Li Ji took a deep breath, if he didn't use the Dao technique, he wouldn't be able to do it, the three monks in front of him, the realm was just the same as him, the fusion realm, and the single one was far inferior to him, but together he felt the pressure.

Offensive spells are useless on the Island of the Absolute Spirit, and the same is true for the flying sword, which is difficult to manipulate and lacks power, Li Ji once tried his flying sword, but the sword is not more than ten zhang, and it is also weak, and it is very weak.

But auxiliary spells are not necessarily, such as retreat,

Li Ji decisively turned on the water and blitzed those mortal monks, and the twenty or so monks had high and low martial arts, fast and slow in light skills, and some were sensitive and some were slow in reacting, and several times completely violated the change of direction of human common sense, and the loopholes were fully exposed.

The essence of the so-called art of war is to kill the weak in every possible way!

It is stupid to entangle with people in the formation, never stop moving, constantly changing the virtual and the real, avoiding the most difficult monks of the Hanging Temple, this is Li Ji's strategy, and the monks return to the Buddha one by one under his attack.

Thirty breaths after the battle began, thirty-two became nineteen,

After another twenty breaths, there were nine people left,

Finally, when Li Ji stopped his figure, there were only the three great monks of Fa Neng, Sangha, and Miao Feng in front of him, and the rest of the monks were exhausted, including Fa Jue, who died after a reckless assault.

This is a battle that the Twin Peaks martial arts people have never seen before, the ghostly figure, the speed of lightning, the shot is life and death, and it will never drag the mud and water, this has completely exceeded the common sense of martial arts, at this moment, they know how lucky they are to stay on the field and watch the battle.

Although there are still three grandmaster monks in the Pufa Temple, no one will think that the monk will win, and that sword seems to be able to slaughter ghosts and kill gods.

"The Hanging Temple? Li Ji opened his mouth very rarely.

"Evil obstacles, the Buddha will not spare you!" like a mad tiger's Dharma can fit and pounce, the Sangha, Miaofeng immediately followed, completely ignoring himself, a way of fighting with the same end.

Twenty years later, the scene fell silent, and the thirty-three great monks of the Sada Department were all wiped out.

The combat power of the monks of the Hanging Temple is far lower than the average level of the monks of the same realm in the cultivation realm, after all, combat effectiveness is a skill that needs to be practiced constantly, and these monks have not really fought to the death of the monks for decades, at most they are only facing some mortal warriors, what is the use of this?

Li Ji has basically grown up in battle for more than ten years, and every skill is for killing; the combat instinct formed in this way is not comparable to the monks who are usually reluctant to use the mana in the Hanging Temple, although the realm is the same, but once they fight, they are like a group of stupid geese, and they can only play majestic in the mundane world.

Touching the sword peak, Li Ji looked around, and none of the thousands of martial artists present dared to look at each other.

"I am a traveler, I came by chance, I had no intention of interfering in the dispute between the rivers and lakes of Shuangfeng, I did not have it before, and I will not in the future;

But the Butterfly Valley is different, look at the valley, there are hundreds of children born with a bad disease, no one loves, no one pities, no one protects, their parents abandon them, the villagers hate them, only here, they can find a dignity, there is a glimmer of hope to alleviate the pain.

Therefore, I think they need this spiritual spring more than you. ”

Li Ji has never had a chance to say these words, because no one will listen to them, and people will not listen to the words of a dying person; but now it is different, killing, so that everyone will carefully weigh his words, and they will weigh the pros and cons; a fruitful negotiation must be built on the basis of beating the other party.

"The rivers and lakes speak with strength, so we don't talk about mercy, we don't talk about kindness, we are only fists;

Unfortunately, I'm bigger than your fist, so my word is the rule of Butterfly Valley.

If you agree, then we have nothing to do with each other, and if you don't, I'll kill until no one dares to say no.

No matter who you are, how many people there are, how much power you have, I am waiting for you......"

This is the tone of his father's lecture to his son, but no one has said back, Li Ji has killed more people in this short moment than the vast majority of martial artists present have killed in a lifetime, and the quality is not the same.

After all, not everyone wants to be sons, and in the suffocating silence, a slightly excited voice broke the peace,

"Under the whole world, if it is not the king's land, is it not the shore of the land, is it not the king's ministers, you are a cloth and white ding, and you use your own force, do you dare to make rules for the king's land?"

This person spoke-for-tat, and when everyone looked at it, it turned out to be Fang Jianming, the commander of the Hook Spy Division, it seemed that this was the official attitude of the imperial dynasty, and things were sliding more and more in an unpredictable direction, and those who were sensitive were ready to apply oil to the soles of their feet.

Li Kuzhou and the vice presidents next to him glanced at each other a few times, and they all saw doubts in each other's eyes, this Fang Jianming They have dealt too much for more than ten years, they are not impulsive people, but they are patient and waiting, they are a difficult character, how did they change their sex this time?

You must know that the good hands present in the Hook Spy Division are far inferior to the Pufa Temple, and now that the Pufa Temple has been killed, what can he do if he goes up to the hard top?

Before they could think about it further, a faint vibration from the soles of their feet told them the answer, and at the same time a rider rushed to the front and said hurriedly,

"President, there is a large cavalry army approaching, judging from the shape, it is the iron cavalry of the royal capital!"