"Amitabha, sin and sin!"

The little monk of Fanxin clasped his hands together and persuaded: "You are all cultivators, why bother us to wait, the sea of suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore!"

"Hmph, little monk, don't talk nonsense, it's not that I look down on you, there are five people on our side, and their cultivation is higher than yours, so we still cooperate obediently, if you really want to fight, be careful of losing your life." ”

"If you leave the blood beads and storage rings readily, for the sake of the Great Compassion Sect, I won't embarrass you. ”

"A few Taoist friends, you really want to embarrass the little monk!" Fanxin couldn't see it good, and gradually restrained his smile

"That's a lot of nonsense!"

The young man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks snorted coldly, directly pulled out a black long knife, and slashed at the head of the little monk with a volley.

Ordinary people must think that they will threaten a few words, but they don't want these people to shoot directly without speculation, and they want to catch their opponents off guard.

The five were notorious bandit monks in this area, who often robbed lone disciples who had been practicing outside, and although they were chased and killed by experts sent by several sects, they were repeatedly able to escape.

Moreover, the five of them did not go deep into the center of the cultivation realm with strong aura, but wandered on the edge of the cultivation realm and the secular world, this gray area, there is little aura, there are not many sects to establish sects, and there are few masters, so the five of them were able to live freely.

The opponent shot sharply, although the monk Fanxin did not expect it, but he was not without vigilance, the golden light flashed, and the Zen staff shot.

At the moment when the young man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks made a move, a young man with a pale face also suddenly slashed at Mo Wudao, Mo Wudao had been preparing for a long time, the purple bamboo sword came out of the sheath and slashed vertically, a sword drawing technique that was extremely fast!

The opponent was stunned, thinking that he had a heart or an unintention, and attacked the other party, but he didn't expect to meet another heart, and in the end, he was the first to come.

The electric flint sword, the purple bamboo sword sword flashed!

Poof!

In the flicker of the sword light, an arm flew in the air, and then fell to the ground, and the pale young man's face turned pale, and he stepped back with his blood-spurting arm.

"Ahh

The screams rang out, and everyone almost couldn't believe their eyes, two opponents of equal strength, but one of them was cut off by the other party's sword.

The evil man in the lead and the black-clothed young man with a cold face, his eyes jumped slightly, and his gaze swept towards Mo Wudao.

"Let's go up and slaughter them!"

The leader man roared, drew a blood-red big knife, and pounced on the monk Fanxin, because he could see that the cultivation of the monk was higher.

And the cold black-clothed young man and the other young man were killing Mo Wudao, Mo Wudao's expression remained unchanged, the true yuan was running to the extreme, and the purple bamboo sword was buzzing.

"Sword Qi Slash!"

Mo Wudao swung out a sword qi, and the sword step was launched, and he did not have direct contact with the two of them, if it was one person, he would not have pressure, but now facing two enemies whose cultivation was higher than his own, especially the cold black-clothed youth, put a lot of pressure on him.

He must use his footwork and speed advantage to overcome the enemy.

"Damn, why is this kid so fast!"

The young man who dealt with Mo Wudao with the young man in black seemed to have a relatively short temper, seeing that Mo Wudao was slippery, he didn't accept the call at all, roared angrily, put aside the cooperation with the young man in black, and stupidly entangled Mo Wudao alone.

Mo Wudao sneered in his heart, took a few steps back slightly, and cooperated to distance himself, wanting to lure away the young man in black, but the cold young man in black was not stupid, and when he saw his companion following up, he also followed with a cold face.

Seeing that the two couldn't be separated, Mo Wudao had no choice but to continue fighting and find another opportunity!

On the other side, the little monk Fanxin faced two opponents who were stronger than himself, and it seemed that the pressure was also very high, but he didn't let the other party take advantage.

The man at the head was also slightly surprised, this monk, his strength was stronger than that of ordinary monks, and his own cultivation was higher than that of the other party, but he was not crushed as easily as expected, which made him a little annoyed.

The two battles fell into a stalemate for a while, if it wasn't for Mo Wudao who took the lead in injuring the other party, it is estimated that Mo Wudao and the little monk Fanxin would be in big trouble.

However, Mo Wudao's lightning-fast sword drawing technique cut off one of the opponent's arms, ruining most of the combat power, and it could not affect the battle situation in a short period of time.

This is also the scene that Mo Wudao wants to see the most, if he can kill one more person, and then join forces with Monk Fanxin, then the two will have no problem protecting themselves.

After a long time of attacking, a fierce light flashed in the eyes of the leading man, and he said angrily to his companion who was fighting against the little monk of Fanxin: "I'll entangle this monk first, and you went over to help kill the kid who made the sword first." ”

The companion nodded, and was about to step forward, when the Brahma monk waved his Zen staff and shouted: "Amitabha, your opponent's little monk." ”

"Little monk, look at the knife!"

The leading man shouted, and the blood-colored broadsword erupted with a burst of bloody light, and the little monk had no choice but to withdraw and retreat, but he threw a golden light towards the departing young man.

Mo Wudao, who had been looking for an opportunity, heard the movement of the Fanxin monk, and saw another young man rushing towards him, his face changed slightly, and he shouted: "Little monk hold on!"

Then he made a hard move with the two opponents, and his body flew out diagonally, and the direction was impartial It was the new young man.

"Be careful!"

The leading man saw that Fanxin threw out a golden light to sneak attack his companion's back, and his heart was not good, so he hurriedly opened his mouth to remind, the young man looked back, and hurriedly raised his knife to block it, but it was cut on top of the incomparably hard golden bowl, and a burst of sparks splashed, and then he was knocked out, and that direction happened to be the direction in which Mo Wudao was shot out.

Mo Wudao seized the rare opportunity, and the purple bamboo sword stabbed out with lightning decisively!

"Poof!"

A sword pierced his throat! The young man clutched his neck in the air and fell to the ground, struggling for a moment before he lost his breath.

And Mo Wudao took advantage of the fact that a few people were stunned, and his speed did not decrease, and he slashed at the back of the leading man who was fighting against the Fanxin monk, directly causing a siege to him.

"Damn! Big brother be careful!"

The black-clothed young man who had been fighting against Mo Wudao had a gloomy face, shouted loudly, and hurriedly chased Mo Wudao with another young man to kill him.

The situation changed rapidly, and Mo Wudao and Fanxin, a small cooperation that was not too tacit, made the other party lose another companion, and his strength was greatly damaged.

When the leading man heard the warning, he also felt the sword qi coming from behind, roared angrily, and forcefully repelled the little monk of Fanxin, and the big sword turned around and slashed back.

Mo Wudao's figure twisted strangely in the air, the blade of the sword was deflected, and he slashed with the vulgar man's broadsword, and smashed the opponent's powerful sword.

"The Dharma is boundless!"

Before the man could react, his back was exposed in front of the Fanxin monk, and the little monk Fanxin naturally would not let go of the opportunity, and he imprinted his palm on the other party's back.

The leading man spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, and his body staggered forward, and was held up by the two companions who chased Mo Wudao.

"Ahem·····

Mo Wudao and Monk Fanxin joined forces and looked coldly at these guys who were blocking the road and robbing them.

One was dead, one was crippled, and one was wounded, and the only ones with intact combat power were the young man in black and another young man in the heartbeat period.

The face of the leading man was extremely ugly, and he looked at his side and died, and his scalp was numb.

"How is it possible? Why is your strength so strong, you are hiding your cultivation?"

Mo Wudao sneered, glanced at a few people with some disdain, and said to the little monk beside him: "Little monk, these guys actually equate cultivation level with strength, such a stupid person can actually live in the cultivation realm for so long." ”

The little monk smiled and said nothing, but a touch of disdain flashed in his eyes, among the major sects, because of the advantages of exercises and magic weapons, the true strength of the disciples is definitely higher than that of cultivation.

It is also the cultivation of the Yuan infancy, the exercises are different, the purity and vigor of the true yuan are also different, and the strength of the magic weapon also determines the difference in combat power.

A young monk in the Yuan Infant Stage is wearing an artifact-level defensive magic weapon, even if he stands still and lets the masters of the Merge Period and the Tribulation Period fight, he will be able to survive unscathed.

If you can easily judge the strength of the other party based on cultivation alone, you will definitely suffer a big loss.

"Damn it!"

The leader scolded secretly, Mo Wudao and Fanxin were more powerful than they expected, and now their side has no advantage at all, and if they continue to fight, they will be wiped out.

He bowed his hand slightly towards Mo Wudao and Monk Fanxin, and said in a deep voice: "Two, this time we planted it, the green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, let's go!"

After saying that, he picked up the companion who had broken one hand, and was about to leave.

"Oh, just leave like this, it doesn't seem to be reasonable!"

Mo Wudao sneered, these people must have robbed and killed the lone monk in normal times, but now when they see that they are not defeated by the two of them, they have to retreat, which is too cheap for them.

"Boy, be forgiving and forgiving. ”

Dahan's face darkened, what does this sword cultivation mean, what do you want to leave behind for yourself and others?

Mo Wudao smiled, gently wiped the purple bamboo sword, and said lightly: "There are only three of you who can fight now, and besides, you were hit by the little monk's palm just now, and you have already been injured a lot, and at most you have half of your combat power.

Either of us can forcibly restrain the two of you, and the other one, do you think you have a chance to survive?"

"You ······"

The leading man was aggrieved for a while, his face turned red, but he couldn't refute it, and looked at his companion, except for the young man in black who still had a cold face, the eyes of another intact companion had already shown timidity.

Mo Wudao is right, as long as the other party restrains the two people on his side, the other one-on-one side will definitely lose, and then let the other party free up his hands to make two against two, then his side will really be wiped out.

Of course, they still have one way, and that is to escape!

However, the speed advantage of Mo Wudao and the little monk of Fanxin made them dare not act rashly, although there are three people who can run here now, but two of the three are chosen, and two of them are caught up and die.

He moved his gaze to the little monk of Sanskrit on the side, hoping that this compassionate Buddhist disciple could let the three of them go.

However, he found that the little monk had closed his eyes at some point, muttering some scriptures in his mouth, and seemed to be unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

However, the little monk's divine sense was tightly locked on the three of them, which made the faces of several people a little ugly again.

I didn't expect this monk who seemed decent and honest to be so insidious.