"Looking forward to joining forces with you next time!" said to Bu Binglu, Ju Yunfei pulled Feng Liantian to the side.

Relieved, Bu Binglu nodded to Deng Xin: "I hope we can defeat Leng Xiaohan!"

"If the two of us join forces, how can we not win?" The black halberd more than two meters high appeared in Deng Xin's hand, and Deng Xin couldn't hold back the battle intent in his heart.

Watching Bu Binglu and Deng Xin team up with a helpless face, Dongjun sighed. Without waiting for Dong-joon to say anything, a hand was placed on Dong-joon's shoulder.

"It's nothing to be sorry about, right? This is the consequence of your lack of effort, but it's not too late to wake up now, do you want to team up with me?" Qiu Lehe looked at Dongjun with a smile.

Dongjun's face was full of surprise, pointing at himself, Dongjun stammered a little: "You... Are you sure you want to team up with me? I..."

'Although I said that I wanted to team up with Bu Binglu, I'm sure that not to mention Bu Binglu, even Feng Liantian and Deng Xin didn't want to team up with me... I'm ready to find a random team with anyone. ’

"Why can't an emaciated camel be bigger than a horse?" patting Dongjun on the shoulder, Qiu Le took Dongjun to the side.

Looking at Leng Xiaohan who was fighting below, Ju Yunfei pulled Feng Liantian and sat down: "We may not win, but we must force Leng Xiaohan's full strength as much as possible." ”

"How is it possible, with the strength of the two of us... How could you lose?" Feng Liantian looked at Ju Yunfei with a puzzled expression.

Pointing to Leng Xiaohan, who was fighting with a heavy sword below, Ju Yunfei's eyes became inexplicably deep: "This is not Leng Xiaohan's real strength, you have already seen it in terms of knives and swords."

But that's only part of Leng Xiaohan's sword and sword skills! And Leng Xiaohan's attainments in fists and feet are also quite profound, I don't know how deep they are, but they will definitely not be weaker than his attainments in swords.

What's more... Leng Xiaohan's most powerful thing is the formation, have you ever seen Leng Xiaohan use the formation? If he uses the formation, we will not be able to win at all! Not to mention the Daqian Imperial Sword Technique.

So we're going to change our goals. It's not about winning Leng Xiaohan, but trying our best to see what level we can force Leng Xiaohan to. ”

"It's... Is it so powerful?Is there still such a person in the world?" looked at Ju Yunfei beside him, and Feng Liantian looked at Leng Xiaohan who was at ease below.

After fighting continuously for more than an hour, when Leng Xiaohan slapped the pair of monks and vomited blood, he looked up at the last six people in Nanfeng.

The six of them looked at each other, and Dongjun spoke first: "Of the three groups, our group is the weakest, so let's do it first! ”

Looking at Dongjun and Qiu Lehe, Leng Xiaohan slowly frowned. In Leng Xiaohan's heart, the most threatening of the two is not Qiu Lehe, but Dongjun.

Qiu Le and Leng Xiaohan, the third Ming King behind him, basically didn't pay attention to it, even if the third Ming King had three heads and six arms. What made Leng Xiaohan feel threatened was Dongjun's strange attack method.

With a flash of golden light, Leng Xiaohan's body turned bronze, and the heavy sword burned with golden flames and rushed forward. King Ming of the Third Dynasty took Leng Xiaohan over, and the True Yuan Book had already appeared in front of Dongjun.

The sense of crisis resurfaced in Leng Xiaohan's heart, and the golden flames on the heavy sword condensed, like an extended sword, and the heavy sword became dozens of meters long. The Extreme Fire Buddha Sword was used to the extreme, and the Buddha shadow appeared behind Leng Xiaohan.

Looking at the double attack of Buddha Shadow and Leng Xiaohan, Qiu Lehe sighed. The six weapons in the hands of the third king of the Ming Dynasty shone brightly, and the magic weapon of the mountain turned into a big mountain and pressed towards Leng Xiaohan.

The empty upper and middle hands slapped towards Leng Xiaohan together, along with a Zen staff and a double sword. Faced with the sudden outburst of the Ming King of the Third Dynasty, Leng Xiaohan was knocked out. But fortunately, it was shot out of the attack range of the Yamagata magic weapon at the same time.

However, when these weapons hit Leng Xiaohan's body, the sound they made was like hitting an iron block. A trace of black blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, Leng Xiaohan didn't expect that after the outbreak of the Third Ming King, the attack speed would be accelerated so much.

Leng Xiaohan glanced at Dongjun, not only Leng Xiaohan, Qiu Lehe also glanced at Dongjun and urged: "Okay, okay, you should hurry up!"

"I... I... Also... Think... Ahh

Seeing Dongjun like this, Leng Xiaohan was relieved. Looking at King Ming and Qiu Lehe very unkindly, Leng Xiaohan put down the heavy sword in his hand, and slowly folded his hands: "Bully me with few hands, right?"

When Leng Xiaohan sat down, his hands were completely folded, and a 100-meter-sized Guanyin Buddha shadow appeared behind him. The dense arms, not to mention Qiu Lehe, even Bu Binglu's heart was numb.

Before he actually entered the Rulai Temple, Leng Xiaohan always thought that the Rulai Temple was a temple that believed in Maitreya Rulai. After all, all the scriptures learned before Maitreya became a Buddha, and the largest Buddha statue in the main hall is also a Buddha statue of Maitreya Nyorai.

After entering the Bodhi Academy to study for more than ten years, Leng Xiaohan understood. The temple does not believe in Maitreya Nyorai, but the Dharma Ming Nyorai and the Puguang Merit Mountain King Nyorai, that is, Guanyin Bodhisattva.

When leaving the Rulai Temple, Leng Xiaohan also saw the two kilometer-sized Rulai Buddha statues. At that time, Leng Xiaohan understood the difference between the Rulai Temple and the Burning Moon Temple and the Maitreya Temple.

In the face of hundreds of slapping palms, Qiu Le and wanted to hide. At the critical moment, it was Dongjun who defused Leng Xiaohan's attack.

Just as his palm was about to fall, Dongjun finally opened the book of the true won. I didn't have time to read Leng Xiaohan's information, so I picked up the pen and ticked it off the Zhenyuan book.

With a shock to his body, not only did the hundreds of palms that fell from the sky disappear, but the black blood at the corner of Leng Xiaohan's mouth flowed downward again. Leng Xiaohan stomped hard with his right foot, and half of the 999 flying swords inserted in the ground flew into the hands of the Guanyin Buddha statue.

With a sword in his hand, the breath of the Guanyin Buddha statue is different again. There was a flame burning on each sword, and the Guanyin Buddha statue carried the Buddhist swordsmanship that Leng Xiaohan knew to attack the two.

In the face of a very deadly attack, Dongjun didn't have time to condense the True Yuan Book again. As soon as he shook the brush in his hand, the demonic energy in front of the tip of the pen spread out in the air like ink.

The brush became longer, and Dongjun held the brush in both hands and attacked and smashed it towards Guanyin in the sky.

"Be careful!" Faced with Dongjun's recklessness, Qiu Lehe only had time to remind him. Behind him, the double swords of the third Ming King and the Yamagata's magic weapon disappeared, and the Zen staff became larger. Holding a huge Zen staff in six hands, they headed towards the heavens full of palms and sword clubs.

With the sky full of ink, Dongjun smashed several swords with one stroke. It's a pity that not a single palm was repulsed, and Dongjun spurted blood and fell fiercely in front of Qiu Lehe.

His eyes were very dim, and Dongjun looked at Qiu Lehe apologetically: "I'm sorry! Ahem..."

"It's okay, it's not that we're not strong enough, it's that Leng Xiaohan is strong!" squatted down and patted Dongjun's arm, Qiu Lehe looked at the third Ming King very worriedly.