The moment the embroidery needle flew out, the four martial artists above the prefecture level immediately felt a huge danger, the old monk immediately rose into the air, and the other three monks, two of them flashed to the side, and the middle one had no time to dodge, so he had to roll on a dwarf donkey and fall to the ground.

Behind the monk above the prefecture, followed by two Xuan-level martial artists, they couldn't dodge, but they just deviated sideways, only to feel a pain in their eyes, the monk on the left stabbed his right eye, and the one on the right just stabbed his left eye, and the two covered their eyes and howled to hide to the side.

Behind the two Xuan-level martial artists, none of the eight yellow-level martial artists were spared, all of them stabbed the temples or eyebrows, and directly submerged into the brain, and before they could snort, they fell to the ground and died.

Seeing that the situation in front of them was not good, the last two Xuan-level martial artists in the palace immediately fell to the ground and rolled, but they were not seriously injured.

When the old monk saw that before the war started, his side was already eight dead and four wounded, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and with a loud shout, he pounced on the Zhang family.

After the three prefecture-level martial artists dodged in embarrassment, they saw that the master had already pounced, and they were not to be outdone, and flew over together.

Zhang Xiaolin saw that the old monk was fierce, and knew that the few people behind him couldn't resist it, so he didn't dare to dodge, so he took out a flying sword and stabbed it in the chest.

The monk suddenly felt the cold air rushing to his face, and he was suddenly shocked, and he turned over several times in a row, which could be avoided.

Zhang Xiaolin's divine sense swept the back, Zhang Zifu and Zhang Guo were against one, and it was a little difficult, and the other two pairs were evenly divided, and they couldn't tell the winner in a short time, as for those few Xuan levels, they had already been injured a little bit, and their combat power was greatly reduced, plus there were many people here, more than a dozen of them abused one, and it was estimated that the battle would be solved soon.

Fan Seng avoided Zhang Xiaolin's galloping sword, and retreated twenty or thirty steps in a row, he was already half a step innate, and his whole body had true qi to protect his body, and ordinary swords couldn't hurt him at all, but unfortunately his opponent was Zhang Xiaolin, and the sword was a high-grade spiritual weapon, not to mention a half-step congenital, even if it was a late congenital stage, he would never dare to fight his flying sword in the flesh.

Fan Seng puffed out his eyes and stared at Zhang Xiaolin, he didn't know where Zhang Xiaolin's flying sword came from, at first, he didn't feel that Zhang Xiaolin had a weapon on his body at all, but he stabbed out a sword for no reason.

Zhang Xiaolin saw that Fan Seng did a few backflips in a row, and knew that this person's main ability was on his legs, and his shoes were also specially made, made of an unknown metal, and he was only afraid that there would be a mechanism inside.

Sure enough, after the monk retreated, he immediately pounced, Zhang Xiaolin only felt that a burst of leg shadows came one after another, although under the divine sense, there are still traces to be found, but this leg method is really mysterious, alternating between virtual and real, and even Zhang Xiaolin can't see the virtual and the real.

The depth of the monk's internal strength is by no means inferior to the strength of Zhang Xiaolin's aura.

Heavy legs are mixed with a rush of rage, rushing towards the face.

Zhang Xiaolin didn't use his sword, and he was just trying to fight with a person with similar skills to see if he could find an opportunity to break through the late stage of Qi training.

simply put away the flying sword, and Zhang Xiaolin also kicked it over.

Fan Seng watched Zhang Xiaolin conjure up a trick, and the flying sword suddenly disappeared, and the only threat and the kind of cold air that penetrated the body also disappeared. A pair of flying legs kicked over unscrupulously.

Zhang Xiaolin's kick, without any moves or tricks, kicked directly from the middle of the heavy leg Yingzhen.

With a loud bang, the soles of the feet of the two touched together, the monk was in the air, and he was directly kicked away for more than a few feet, while Zhang Xiaolin retreated more than a dozen steps before he stood firmly, and his whole body was churning.

Both of them secretly sighed at each other's leg skills, and at the same time put away their contempt.

Zhang Xiaolin saw that the monk had retreated far away, and the entire battle in the field was under his divine sense, he saw that Zhang Zifu and Zhang Guo's fighting skills were not weak, and Zhang Zifu, who was the main battle, had retreated again and again, and Zhang Guo was only on one side, waiting for the opportunity to send out a fireball charm, but it was all in the air, and this guy was a little difficult.

Taking advantage of the retreat of the old monk, Zhang Xiaolin flew out with another embroidery needle.

Under the control of the divine sense, the three embroidery needles pierced the Tianzhu points on the back of his head and the well points on both shoulders respectively, and the other four sealed his up, down, left and right retreats respectively.

The prefecture-level monk was fighting with Zhang Zifu, and suddenly felt a chill in the back of his head, how could he not know that someone was secretly attacking! He had already learned the power of Zhang Xiaolin's flying needle, and he was suddenly shocked, so he had to accept Zhang Zifu's palm and threw himself on the ground behind the side, thinking that as long as he dodged these needles, Zhang Zifu, who was standing opposite, would definitely not be able to dodge.

Of course, Zhang Zifu also felt the sharp aura of the flying needle, and he was also surprised, and the strength in his hand couldn't help but collect three points, ready to explode back.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaolin secretly regretted that one embroidery needle was directly submerged into the back waist of the monk, and the rest were still returned to Zhang Xiaolin's hands.

This monk dodged most of Zhang Xiaolin's embroidery needles in embarrassment, but he received a palm from Zhang Zifu's five successful powers, and his blood was churning, and he was hit by a needle in his waist. Although it is not a vital point, when it moves its true qi, it is somewhat stinging, and its combat power is greatly reduced.

The old monk saw that this Xiaolin had a trick with himself, and he actually had the leisure to sneak attack others, so angry that he screamed, and the whole person rose into the air, and the dense leg shadow pounced on this Xiaolin again.

Zhang Xiaolin suddenly felt that this time there was a white light mixed in the heavy leg shadow, and before the white light was close, the cold air had already hit people, could it be that there was still a sharp blade hidden in the leg?