Chapter Ninety-Three: Hold on
"Okay, even though the girl isn't here, it's a credit to this thing. If you still have the life to go back alive, you will be rewarded with a peach carp. ”
Dai Lou Duyun stood against the railing, waving the iron rope with one arm, pulling Mo Dao back onto the wooden kite.
Su Qinghe and Zhu Nanzhan, who were waiting intensively on the side, hurriedly joined forces to take over Mo Dao, and Hu Buxi caught the returnees who swirled from the bottom of the valley.
Staring at the gap in the blade, Hu Buxi frowned and sighed: "Even the returnees can be shocked, and that old guy is a little more powerful." ”
What saved Mo Dao at the last moment was the chain dagger that had accompanied Duan Taoli for several years.
At critical moments, chains may replace a severed hand.
Dai Lou Duyun, who had been personally rescued by this iron chain in Jinguan City, naturally had a deep understanding, and his evaluation of Duan Taoli inadvertently rose a lot.
Putting the iron rope back into his sleeve, Dai Lou Duyun stared at the Dongfang Lian Desert not far away, with a solemn face.
"That's true. ”
The wooden kite flapped its wings and pulled across the waterfall, once again approaching Tangjiabao.
However, soon, Zhao Wu'an's shocked shouts came from the side of the wooden kite.
"What the hell is this!?"
He rode Luo Shenfu, went hand in hand with the wooden kite, and looked at Wen Chuanyu who was at the helm dumbfounded.
Wen Chuanyu shook his hand in a hurry, and said helplessly: "Experiment, it's the first time to fly." ”
"What is this?Wooden Kite?!You made the legendary Wooden Kite of Lufuzi!?"
Rao knew better than anyone how talented Wen Chuanyu was, and Zhao Wu'an was also so shocked by the overturning agency in front of him that he couldn't say anything superfluous.
I don't know what he planned to do, he actually hid such a huge wooden kite at the bottom of Tangjiabao, and it came in handy at such a critical moment, rescuing all the people who would have been trapped in the northern tower.
"There is a Ling Tian Ladder on the lowest floor of the north building, which can go straight to the bottom of the valley, but it has been abandoned for a long time. Wen Chuanyu explained, "After I found out, I made a little modification and secretly parked a wooden kite underneath, which was considered to be prepared." ”
After killing Xie Hui, even if the entire Tangjia Fort was surrounded by heavy soldiers inside and out, he could escape with this wooden kite. Wen Chuanyu originally planned to do so.
Now the situation has obviously changed, but Wen Chuanyu's wooden kite is still a weapon that can change the tide of battle.
Obviously, he guessed what Zhao Wu'an was planning, Wen Chuanyu said lightly: "The tricky part of this battle is not that Tangjiabao breaks the heavens and falls, and if you are not careful, you will fall down, but in the East Lian Mo, the cultivation of the peak of the one-grade creation realm." At most, this wooden kite can improve our situation slightly, but it is still a certainty that it will not be able to defeat Dongfang Lianmo. ”
Zhao Wu'an said hatefully: "I know!"
Tu Mi was obviously defeated by Dongfang Lianmo today, and in a short time when the wooden kite was circling, she was repelled by Dongfang Lianmo and fell heavily on the outer wall of the north building.
Zhao Wu'an hurriedly rushed to the north wall with his sword and supported Tu Mi, who had nowhere to stay.
Tu Mi raised his head and gasped for a moment, swung his sword into the wall, supported his body, and looked helplessly at Dongfang Lian Mo in the central tower.
Wen Chuanyu set up a wooden kite and circled in a circle from the sky above Tangjiabao.
Zhao Wu'an sighed heavily: "What should I do......
The only Heavenly Destiny Realm master in this world is destroying everything that can be settled on the cliff like a frenzy.
If there was still a way to think about it during his lifetime, Dongfang Lianmo here was already an out-and-out dead man.
There's nothing to be done.
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"Amitabha. ”
Although the Buddha horn is slight, it is strange enough to put it in the shaking Tangjiabao in this sky.
Yue Zhishu's eyes widened, looking at the monk who suddenly appeared on a high place.
"Look at that!" Li Shun shouted.
The crowd looked up in the direction he had instructed, and saw a young monk in a robe, standing at the very top of the central tower.
Half of the middle building had been destroyed by the Eastern Desert, and the area he was standing in was about to fall into ruins.
However, the monk appeared so suddenly, clasped his palms together, and quietly pronounced the Buddha's name.
Zhao Wu'an's eyes widened in disbelief: "...... Buddha temple monk?"
At the beginning, there were only eight monks who appeared in Jinguan City and guaranteed the conference.
All eight of them have done their best to maintain order in the assembly, and they are powerless to change the outcome. Among the two people who did not arrive, the monk Ankang still sat on the Tianshi of the Sword Pavilion and never left, and the Buddhist monk was said to have traveled far away.
In the Huaixi Jiuda Temple, which was empty, Zhao Wu'an and Duan Taoli had indeed seen this Buddhist monk. At that time, the monk put his palms together, and the sentence "seven hundred and fifty-six" made Zhao Wu'an puzzled for a long time.
I don't want to, but I met at this time.
The Buddhist monk who suddenly appeared in Tangjiabao was unscrupulous in the East and did not move, which was obviously an unexpected help.
As Dongfang Lianmo strode forward, the remaining half of the central tower also made a sound of shaking the ground and the mountains. The two layers near the bottom are directly sandwiched into one, and the heavy stone tiles are poured down, turning into powder in an instant.
The towering spire on which the Buddhist monk stood has become the last poisonous nail in the eyes of Dongfang Lianmo.
With a low roar, he slammed into the spire.
Boom –
The tower teeth were wiped out under the loud noise, and the Buddhist monk pointed to the ground on his toes and flew out backwards.
His palms were intricately intertwined, and in an instant, dozens of Buddhist Dharma seals had been formed, turning into golden radiance, and they hit the Dongfang Lian Mo under the tower one after another.
The golden spell mark hit the body, and Dongfang Lianmo's cyan body paused imperceptibly at that time. He frowned, as if he had finally tasted a little pain, but the anger in his eyes burned even more violently.
The Buddhist monk sighed lightly.
"To this realm, even the magic of Buddhism and demons can't help......
The robe is reversed like a psychic, like a giant palm holding the Buddhist monk far away, and it falls steadily on the northwest tower.
Dongfang Lian Mo let out a low roar, his palms slammed to the ground, and the huge cyclone scattered and gathered along his hands, flying sand and rocks in all directions, and two pillars of sand and stone tornadoes were faintly formed around his body.
Zhao Wu'an's pupils were gloomy: "Ten miles of tornado!" is Dongfang Lianmo's famous stunt back then!"
I don't know how many years I haven't seen this in the rivers and lakes.
What's more, the Tangjiabao that is now a Jedi is far from the Gobi back then.
"Drink!"
Dongfang Lian Mo shouted angrily, his palms raised, and the cyclone around him attacked the northwest tower with a overwhelming momentum.
His target was undoubtedly a Buddhist monk, and this monk did not have the slightest intention of retreating, his eyes were stained with sparks, and he raised his palm lightly.
Heaven and earth rise again, the magnificent sound of Buddha.
Zhao Wu'an gritted his teeth and said, "I can't waste time, I have to find Dongfang Lianmo's weakness!"
"That guy—" Tu Mi sighed, "Even if it's the Xian Xin Sword, it can only break through the true qi of the twenty zhang body protection for a moment, and his body is also invulnerable!"
"I'll figure it out!" Zhao Wu'an's sword flew out.
He caught up with Wen Chuanyu, who had been hovering in the air, and said in a loud voice: "Do you have any way!"
Wen Chuanyu also replied with a pulling throat: "How can I have an idea!"
Zhao Wu'an sighed in hatred, and when the sword swept in front of the wooden kite, he knocked Wen Chuanyu's skull by the way.
"Go and pick up An Qing and them first, the western tower will be destroyed sooner or later!"
"My wooden kite may not be able to sit so many people!"
Wen Chuanyu was indignant, but he obediently turned around and approached the western tower from the edge of the valley.
Zhao Wu'an accompanied him and swept past the terrace with Wen Chuanyu.
"I can't slow down, or I'll fall to the ground, you have to send people up before pulling high!" Wen Chuanyu shouted against the wind.
"Got it!" Zhao Wu'an shouted back.
Luo Shenfu moved deftly between the ruins and walls, close to the terrace.
Zhao Wu'an and An Qing glanced at each other, pulled Li Shun first, and sent them to the wooden kite.
“...... I thought you'd send An Qing up first. ”
When he passed by, Wen Chuanyu glanced at Zhao Wu'an as if he was nothing.
Zhao Wu'an didn't reply, and turned back to the terrace again, while Wen Chuanyu hurriedly raised the wooden kite and narrowly crossed the ruins of the central tower.
Under the sun, the shadows of wooden birds were cast on the ground, and Dongfang Lian seemed to feel something, and looked up at the sky faintly.
“...... It's miserable, but you can't be targeted by that thing. Wen Chuanyu hurriedly turned around and went far away from Tangjiabao.
Above the northwest tower, the young Buddha smiled faintly.
"I can't let you wander now...... Martial Arts Alliance Master!"
It was slapped out with another palm, like the king of Ming descending into the world, with thousands of golden glows.
Dongfang Lian Mo was caught off guard, with a palm in his body, he roared in pain, turned around and returned the punch to the fierce.
The fist wind stirred, and half of the northwest tower turned into ashes in an instant. The unbroken robe of the Buddhist monk was also torn off a corner.
Flying sand and rocks, the sky and the earth shook.
Thanks to the fierce fight between the Buddha Temple and Dongfang Lianmo for more than a dozen rounds, Zhao Wu'an and Wen Chuanyu were able to grab the time and transfer everyone's to the wooden kite.
Dailou Sangyu was the third person left on the terrace, and after sending her to the wooden kite, Zhao Wu'an flew back to the terrace again, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand to Yue Zhishu.
That hand was held by An Qing.
Zhao Wu'an was stunned, but when he saw An Qing staring at his eyes, he shook his head slightly.
"I've tried my best to persuade her, but she won't leave here. ”
Zhao Wu'an was stunned when he heard this.
The crisis was imminent, but Yue Zhishu just stood in place, staring at the tower in the distance, the fierce Buddha temple and the eastern desert.
It was in this brief moment of stunned that the entire northwest tower was completely destroyed by the Eastern Desert.
After all, the ten-mile tornado is worthy of its name, Rao is a Buddhist monk, and it is very difficult to receive it, and Dongfang Lianmo easily found a gap, knocked it down with a punch, and fell into the collapsed tower.
Smoke rose, engulfing all the golden light around him.
Zhao Wu'an gritted his teeth secretly, pulled An Qing to Luo Shenfu, and advised: "Hurry up!"
"I've never let go!" An Qing said loudly.
Zhao Wuan shouted at Yue Zhishu: "Luo Shen is reluctantly bringing two people, come on, I won't be able to hold it here!"
Yue Zhishu was unheard.
Three-fifths of the huge Tangjia Fort has been destroyed.
Dongfang Lian Mo turned his majestic figure and stepped towards this place with a bang.