Li Feng led 4,500 iron cavalry, as well as Ma He and other masters to meet the 3,000 Yuanmeng cavalry who were chasing Murong Tian. There was no gossip, and everyone used all their strength, except for Li Feng and Monk Daoyan. With a swing of the sword, more than a dozen heads fell to the ground in an instant, but this was only forty percent of his skill. Monk Daoyan was immediately on the grassland, looking coldly at the Yuanmeng cavalry in front of him, if there was a close one, a palm flew out, the cavalry was naturally a broken head, flew out of a dozen zhang away and died tragically, but he did not join the battle with the Yuanmeng cavalry.

Only Na Ma He, Ren Tianhu and the others, like a group of fierce tigers out of the gate, shook their hands with a murderous aura, and their skills were more than a hundred times better than these ordinary Yuanmeng cavalry in front of them? That is, with one rush and one mistake, these 3,000 Yuanmeng soldiers were suddenly beaten to pieces, and more than 1,000 people died tragically on the ground. And Ma He, who took the lead in the charge, and the masters of the Netherworld Palace, were suddenly covered in blood, especially the fifty masters led by the Thirteen Blood Hand Shura, who were slightly weaker, were already slightly panting, and several of them were even slashed a few times on their bodies, and blood stains were already showing on their armor.

Li Feng shouted wildly: "If you can't win, if you can't win, let's go, let's go...... The wind is tight, and it is whistling. It was clearly the general who commanded the army, but he just called out the tone of the rivers and lakes, and none of the military horses raised any objections, and followed the strong wind and left. The arrows of the Yuanmeng army in the rear rained down, and the dozen iron horsemen behind the palace were shot like hedgehogs, and they fell down weakly.

A group of Yuanmeng warriors pounced like wolves, quickly removed the armor from the iron horsemen who were shot, and grabbed their weapons. These warriors, who had changed their weapons or armor, or snatched a helmet, immediately let out a surprise laugh of 'hehehehe'. But Chi Meng'er scolded angrily: "A bunch of waste, what are you fighting for for these worthless things? Kill them, and then concentrate the army to destroy their own team, and everyone can get a set of armor." ”

Chi Meng'er shouted: "Back then, our grandparents still owned the entire Central Plains, have you forgotten this pride? The scolded warriors rolled over their horses and chased after them with loud shouts. Every soldier's eyes were shining, indeed, as long as Zhu Xuan's army was destroyed, would there be no good armor and weapons? At that moment, the morale of the Yuanmeng soldiers was greatly boosted, and at the same time, they let out a loud shout, and chased and killed the past.

Chi Meng'er stared at Ma He's fiery red figure tightly, and whispered: "Strange, where is the black-clothed monk? No, it should be in their ranks? Could it be that he is dressed up as an ordinary soldier? It is possible, he should know the name of his master, so he came to the front line, then, he deliberately did not expose himself, that is to prepare to secretly attack my master." Such cunning Nanban, what a bunch of damn guys, but fortunately I brought 50,000 elites to surround and kill you, I'll see where you go. ”

The plan of the Wara tribe is very perfect, they judged that there will be very powerful generals in the bait in front of them, in order to ensure that this bait will not be easily eaten by themselves, so they used heavy troops, almost half of the elite of the entire clan to surround and kill Li Feng them, what they want is to annihilate the elites of the Southern Dynasty in one fell swoop, and then use the head of Li Feng to hit the morale of Zhu Xuan's army, and annihilate the entire army of Yan Wangfu in one fell swoop. This plan cannot but be said to be extremely vicious and cautious.

In order to entangle Zhu Xuan's army, they even did not hesitate to use tens of thousands of old and weak people to fight, and cooperated with more than a dozen lamas and monks with mana, but they actually succeeded in dragging Zhu Xuan and them.

Li Feng saw that the soldiers in the rear were constantly hit by arrows and fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but be furious in his heart, and a natural ferocity rushed to his head from the bottom of his heart. He seemed to be back on the streets of Suzhou Mansion again, when he was a powerless child, watching Ah Zhu and them being knocked to the ground by the chasing adult men, and their fists rained down. Li Feng's eyes gradually turned red, and he reached out and snatched the Santing big knife in Ren Tianhu's hand, and shouted angrily: "Damn, don't kill Lao Tzu's subordinates." ”

The sound of horses' hooves started, and Li Feng rushed to the last queue alone, he swung his knife and split dozens of arrows, and shouted: "You go first, Lao Tzu comes to the back of the palace." After speaking, Li Feng turned the horse's head, and the single person faced the tens of thousands of chasing soldiers in the rear, and shouted and scolded with the most vulgar gestures on the streets of Suzhou: "Chi Meng'er, if you are a man with a handle, let's fight with my grandfather." Lao Tzu, I don't chop you into meat sauce, I am raised by you. ”

That Ren Tianhu only felt a pain in his hand, his big knife had been snatched away by the strong wind, and he couldn't help but be shocked. He knew that Li Feng's martial arts were very high, but he didn't expect Li Feng to be so powerful that he couldn't see his movements clearly. By the time he and the Netherworld masters around him reacted, the fierce wind had already rushed to the back without fear of death, and he challenged Chi Meng'er alone. A spicy feeling rushed to Ren Tianhu's heart, he gritted his teeth, pulled out his saber, turned the horse's head and rushed towards Lifeng, and roared wildly in his mouth: "Chimeng'er, your grandfather is here, if you have the guts, compare it with grandpa and me." Chi Meng'er paused for a moment.

Ren Tianqi, Chang Tie, and Tie Jian Han galloped back at the same time, stood side by side beside Li Feng, used all their true qi, and let out a thunderous roar: "Grandpa is waiting here, if you have the guts, come on." The sound came out, shaking the nearby blades of grass and tumbling. Chi Meng'er was a little flustered, are these southern barbarians crazy? And the Yuanmeng generals beside him had a trace of hesitation on their faces.

Ma He roared a tiger, turned his horse's head and rushed to Li Feng's side, and shouted: "It's a man, with what number of soldiers and horses? Who dares to fight with your horse and uncle? Ma He is here, who dares to fight with my horse and here?" Ma He is here, who dares to fight with me alone?" He swung out his long knife, and the sword aura was as if it was about to cut through the long sky, and it roared into the sky. Many of the soldiers who followed behind Chi Meng'er trembled, and they had all seen the scene of Chi Meng'er and his people leading his horse to be slashed back by horses and swords.

A guerrilla general in his sixties rushed over with several of his subordinates, opened his voice and roared: "Your grandfather is here, I don't know how many of your grandparents were killed back then, and I drove you and other Tartars out of the Central Plains." Today, I will kill all of you Tartars, you are heroes, and you will fight with your grandfather. "50,000 Mongolian cavalry, the whole heart is in turmoil, yes, their grandparents, once broke through the invincible heroes of Central Asia and Europe, were driven out of the Central Plains by these southern barbarians, will they be more powerful than Genghis Khan and Kublai Khan?

And this cry completely mobilized the desire of those cavalrymen to fight, and they roared frantically: "Rather die in battle, there are no deserters." Kill. The neat phalanx was lined up in an instant, and they rode their horses neatly and rushed behind Li Feng and the others, with a determined divine light in their eyes. When the Ming Dynasty was first founded, that group of troops could be said to be dominating the world, when did they lose?

The old man of Shashan leaned on the old and let out a dragon-like roar: "Yuanmeng Xiao'er, your grandfather is here." Back then, your grandfather and I assassinated 37 generals including Er, and now you are the 38th. His right index finger flicked lightly on the blade of the sword, and the long sword in his hand let out a 'sonorous' roar, and a sharp sword aura emanated from his and Sha Shui's bodies.

Monk Daoyan screamed: "The military heart is available, and the enemy's heart is in chaos." Kill ......"

Chang Tie and a group of experienced generals were even sharper-eyed, and they shouted loudly at the same time: "Brothers, break the formation...... Kill them. The thunder roared, and more than 4,500 iron horsemen roared and rushed towards Chi Meng'er. However, there are more than 4,000 people, but there is a crazy murderous aura of 400,000 troops, Li Feng is holding a three-pavilion big sword, and the blade exudes a cold light, like a crazy tiger, rushing over with endless killing intent.

On the battlefield, what is the most fearful? What is feared is that a soldier's heart is weak, and as a result, it will lead to the complete collapse of a position. And what is the enemy most afraid of? The most feared is the enemy who is facing death and finally going crazy. Now it is the gangster habit of Li Feng, a desperate heart that inspires the desperate hearts of all the soldiers and generals, and the infinite fighting intent exuded by these warriors has made the momentum of Li Feng and their martial arts masters more than ten times more violent. Under the mutual increase, the combat effectiveness of the entire army has more than doubled?

On the Korean battlefield in later generations, the U.S. military heard the sound of the volunteer army's trumpet, and when they saw the volunteers all over the mountains and fields began to charge, they immediately fled into the wilderness.

At this moment, Chi Meng'er's heart was in turmoil, and he saw Ma He, a fierce general who could fight hard with himself without falling behind. Seeing the strong wind, this strange young man who could actually use his innate sword qi to swoop at himself in the air. What scared him even more was that he saw the elegant face of the monk Daoyan behind Li Feng, this terrible black-clothed monk, let himself fly out with one finger, such power, can people still have?

What scared Chi Meng'er even more was that there were only 7,000 light horsemen behind him, and the other more than 40,000 soldiers were all a few miles away, preparing to surround them over there.

Li Feng shouted in a low voice in the crazy assault team: "Don't care about the demeanor of the generals, brothers go up together, join our forces to divide the body of that Chimeng'er, and then kill a few of his generals, this one, maybe we can still win...... Kill their boss, rush. ”

Ren Tianhu gritted his teeth and was ruthless: "Damn, what is the demeanor of a general? Our Netherworld Palace has always liked to use a hundred people to kill one person...... Brothers, take a fancy to the arrogant guy with a mace, and cut him down for the young palace master. Damn, I've been on the rivers and lakes for so long, and it's the first time I've been chased and slashed by tens of thousands of people, young palace master, I won't fucking play, if I don't kill him, I'm my grandson. ”

The anger in Ma He's heart also came up, and the evil qi on his body was more than ten times thicker than anyone else, his eyes widened, and he hummed crooked at the corner of his mouth: "I cut that Chimeng'er for my father-in-law, cut him with a knife, and my father-in-law will reward me with ten taels of silver." Chop off one of his arms, and my father-in-law and I made him a hundred households of the brocade guard, a thigh, a thousand households, a head, a guerrilla general...... If anyone chops off his words to my father-in-law, my father-in-law and I will play the prince and let him be the pacification envoy of Jinyiwei. "Ma He also went crazy, and drank out all the messy rewards.

The iron cavalry warriors behind him let out a crazy roar: "Hahahaha, I heard the words of Ma Gonggong, brothers, cut it, this Chimeng'er is equivalent to two hundred households, two thousand households, a guerrilla general, and a pacification envoy...... Hahaha, kill Chi Meng'er, and the brothers will be promoted and rich together. Kill, kill, kill......"

Four thousand five hundred iron horsemen rushed closer, and four thousand five hundred arrows were fired at the same time, and then these mad warriors hung up their longbows, drew their sabers, shouted frantically in their native dialect, greeted the enemy in front of them with the most unpleasant curses, and rushed forward. And the strong wind was already flashing with a faint cyan light, the surrounding air seemed to be sucked dry by him alone, and a cyan cold light swallowed on the blade of his Santing Broadsword, he jumped up twenty zhang, and slashed towards Chimeng'er with a knife on the head.

Chi Meng'er was so flustered that he didn't even have time to notify the troops gathered on all sides when the rain of arrows shot down, and the warriors behind him suddenly fell in large numbers. Who are the people in front of them? With a scale of more than 4,000 people, they actually dare to charge at their tens of thousands of troops on the grassland? Moreover, they actually chose a time when the weakest strength around them was to charge? Are they lucky or are they really blessed by the gods? Chi Meng'er has forgotten a famous saying in the Central Plains: "The poor don't chase, and the dog jumps over the wall in a hurry." ”

Before he could figure out what to do, Li Feng was already distorting his face, and the corners of his mouth were slashing with a crazy slash. In front of the blade of his sword, a dead white aura had emerged, a wall of air that had been rapidly split. A crazy sword aura had already shrouded Chi Meng'er's body, and the war horse he sat on seemed to be descending at the end of the day, and his thighs began to tremble, and he couldn't stand steadily.

Chi Meng'er was horrified, howled wildly, picked up a circle with the mace in his hand, and his body also jumped up, the true qi in his body spurted out wildly, and ten thousand catties of innate divine power combined with the powerful true power all focused on his mace, and slammed into the blade of the strong wind. The fierce wind's Santing broadsword descended from the sky like a green dragon, and Chimeng'er's mace was like a black tiger, with a piercing whistling sound towards the fierce wind.

With a loud bang, the three pavilion broadswords of the fierce wind shattered, and the mace swept through the lower abdomen of the fierce wind with a whistling sound, and the fierce wind howled miserably, and a bloody and blurred wound was scraped on the stomach, if it weren't for the thick armor, the flesh on his lower abdomen would be gone. The wind hurt, the heart of the pain was beating wildly, if he didn't know that he couldn't use spells, he would have squirted out the 'Vermilion Bird Yue' in one gulp, splitting the Chimeng'er into pieces.

The Santing Broadsword is not as strong as the mace, and the innate true qi of the strong wind is not as strong as the incomparable giant power of Chi Meng'er's ten thousand catties of divine power and the powerful true qi in the body, so the result of this encounter is that the fierce wind is defeated, and Chi Meng'er was also shocked back to the ground after being seriously injured by the strong wind, sat on his horse, and pressed his mount into a meat patty, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The fierce wind fell from the sky, and the tiger's mouth of both hands broke near his wrist, and he shouted wildly in his heart: "This guy is a monster, Lao Tzu's ** strength is not as good as him, not as good as him." Lao Tzu has thousands of catties of strength in both hands, but with his true qi, it is only about 10,000 catties, and this bastard, he has 10,000 catties of divine power in both hands, plus his true qi, his strength is far more powerful than mine...... Damn, I'm not convinced, isn't the true qi that I have worked so hard to practice as good as a natural gorilla?"

Li Feng fainted, his subordinate Chang Tie was shocked, and hurriedly flew up, hugged Li Feng in his arms, and the best military gold sore medicine didn't cost money, and frantically smeared it on Li Feng's lower abdomen, and then tore off the inner cover of his battle skirt and bandaged it firmly.

That Chi Meng'er had just landed, Ren Tianhu and Ren Tianqi had already been stabbed carefully, a saber and a steel spear were like two strange pythons, stabbing towards Chi Meng'er. Chi Meng'er was shocked, his horse was shaken down by himself, at this moment he was at least five feet shorter than the Ren brothers, how could he face the enemy? He could only dance the mace into a stick flower, and with his infinite divine power, he forcibly discounted the saber, and shook the steel spear back like a snake spear.

Chi Meng'er was so determined that she jumped up, and she was about to snatch the fierce wind and continue to fight. However, the two innate sword qi of Shashan Shashui had already arrived in front of him, and Ma He's infinite sword intent was also volleyed down, and the Five Directions Demon God and the Thirteen Bloody Hand Shura even used the secret magic skills of the Netherworld Palace, and all the power of the eighteen people was concentrated on the body of the Dongsha God, and a bloody handprint that was three times larger was imprinted towards his back. And his body has been sealed to death by the famous vicious secret weapon 'Blood Breaking Knife' in the Netherworld, and the sky is full of whistling energy and flashing cold light.

The four thousand five hundred iron horsemen blocked the 7,000 Yuan Mengmeng soldiers behind Chi Meng'er, and the generals under Li Feng desperately carried several powerful generals under Chi Meng'er, and those martial arts masters had already let go of the so-called morality of the rivers and lakes, the honor of the warriors and other nonsense, and joined forces to force Chi Meng'er to the realm of death.

The corners of Chi Meng'er's eyes exploded violently, and a string of blood splashed out, and he was so anxious that his muscles tightened. He looked at the terrible attacks around him, suddenly reached into his arms, and took out a blood-red sheepskin, yes, just when he was about to be killed by everyone, he took out a blood-red sheepskin with four heads and eight arms, covered in blood. Chi Meng'er bit her tongue, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the sheepskin, and chanted in a strange tone: "Disciple respectfully invites the West to anger King Kong." ”

The sheepskin suddenly burned, and a bloody light rushed into Chimeng'er's body. Chi Meng'er's body, which was already one foot tall, suddenly swelled three feet alive, and the muscles on her body swelled wildly, and the skin had been torn in many places, revealing the bloody muscles underneath. The blood vessels and meridians in his body jumped out one by one, and there seemed to be countless earthworms writhing under the skin of his body, which was extremely terrifying.

What shocked Shashan even more was that at this moment, Chimeng'er was surrounded by a circle of blood-red Buddha light behind his head. The red Meng'er roared wildly, and the mace in his hand danced into a black tornado, and met all the attacks around him at the same time.

The incomparable power was stimulated by the mysterious spell, Ma He snorted, the long knife in his hand broke, and he was shocked by the high flying more than fifty zhang, and almost fainted in the air. The two brothers of Shashan and Shashui had already reached the realm of the sword with their hearts, and suddenly felt that the huge power that they couldn't resist passed along the blade, and immediately gritted their teeth and shot out a sword qi, and immediately let go of the long sword, and the two swords that they regarded as treasures were suddenly shattered.

The countless 'blood-breaking knives' were rolled up by the mace, and suddenly flew out like a toy, and this vicious knife that completely indistinguishes between the enemy and me carries a powerful and incomparable power, easily penetrating the bodies of more than 200 Yanwang iron horsemen and more than 300 Mongolian warriors, and harvesting the lives of more than 500 people in an instant, as a result, the nearby war groups were in chaos, and everyone could not dodge.

In the end, there was the Dongsha God behind Chi Meng'er, a bloody handprint that condensed all the power of the eighteen people forcibly concentrated Chi Meng'er's heart, Chi Meng'er roared wildly, the entire skin behind him was blown to pieces, and a layer of muscle was also turned into meat sauce by that terrible power, splashing out in all directions. And the Eastern Demon God was even more miserable, and his whole body was shaken into a blood mist by a terrifying anti-shock force, and it sprayed sharply towards the rear. The Quartet Demon God and the Thirteen Bloody Hand Shura behind him snorted, and they were sprayed by the blood mist, and they all spit out a mouthful of blood from the sky, and they were already seriously injured.

The bones in Chi Meng'er's entire back were almost exposed, blood spurting wildly, and his front was even more poignant. Ma He's last knife slashed heavily on his body, this knife did not hurt any of his skin, but it shook his internal organs into serious injuries, and the last two sword qi emitted by the two brothers of Shashan and Shashui were like meat grinders, beating the front half of Chi Meng'er's body into a blur of flesh and blood, almost revealing his internal organs.

Then, the final attack came, and the monk Daoyan, who had been waiting for the opportunity, raised his right index finger and pressed it towards Chi Meng'er with an extremely solemn finger. This finger seemed to the people nearby to be incomparably exquisite, but a small finger, as if it was like a mountain peak, with a trace of strong wind towards Chi Meng'er's body. Chi Meng'er roared and retreated backwards, but his strength had declined to the extreme, and he had no strength to escape, and the finger of the monk Daoyan had infinite suction, which simply absorbed Chi Meng'er's now huge body.

Chi Meng'er roared in despair, he knew that as long as he received this finger, he would definitely die a tragic death, and there was no possibility of living at all. The monk Daoyan was smiling, as if the Buddha group was preaching on the Vulture Peak, and the heavens and the earth were influenced by him to be filled with a peaceful, warm, and gentle brilliance. The warriors within a radius of 100 zhang stopped one after another, and stopped because of the earth-shattering finger of Monk Daoyan.

A low voice came from afar: "Who dares to kill my disciple?" The first word still had a soft sound like a worm on a summer night, ten miles away, and when it came to the last word 'er', it had already arrived in front of the monk Daoyan, and the voice was as loud as thunder. An amazingly fat monk sat on a huge flying carpet and flew over against the ground. The black light flashed on his body, and a blinding golden light flashed in his eyes, which was the man who had killed the horse and sent the messenger. The monk suddenly appeared in front of Monk Daoyan, and simply punched Monk Daoyan's lower abdomen. The monk laughed in a low voice: "This senior brother, I have been waiting for a long time. ”

Monk Daoyan's finger, which was originally as powerful as thunder, saw that it had reached the end of the momentum, and it was impossible to retract it, but he cleverly withdrew his finger and pressed it towards the huge monk's fist. Monk Daoyan chuckled: "This senior brother, monk, I have been waiting for a long time. ”

The fists and fingers lightly collided together, and a circle of black light shot out from the place where they hit, and everyone in the radius of Xu gave a muffled snort, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices. That Chi Meng'er was already seriously injured and about to die, and was swept away by this powerful shock wave, and suddenly there was a miserable howl, and the entire King Kong incarnation was shattered, and the tattered body fell to the ground heavily.

Monk Daoyan shouted loudly: "Chimeng'er is dead, Chimeng'er is dead, Chimeng'er was killed by us...... Warriors, kill, kill all these barbarians. After screaming a few times here, he shouted in a low voice: "Everyone gather and retreat in the direction where the army of the Second Highness is located." This demon monk, leave it to me to deal with. Chang Tie hugged the strong wind that opened his eyelids slightly, and whispered a few orders. The well-trained iron cavalry of the Yanwang Mansion immediately gathered, and the remaining two thousand warriors protected Chang Tie and the seriously injured Quartet Demon God, the Thirteen Bloody Hand Shura and others in the middle, and left according to the orders of the monk Daoyan.

This time, the warriors did not hesitate, they knew that they could not interfere in this kind of spell competition, and they stayed where they were, just getting in the way. So under Chang Tie's order, the remaining 2,000 men and horses quickly ran in the direction where Zhu Xuan's army might be.

Over there, hearing the shouts of the monk Daoyan resounding within a radius of ten miles, those Yuanmeng soldiers were all stunned. Chimeng'er was in their hearts, but a god of war-like figure, was he actually defeated by someone? Moreover, was he actually killed by someone? A chill rose in their hearts, a deep chill, which made them tremble all over, and they couldn't raise their spirits to chase and kill them. A smug smile appeared on Monk Daoyan's face, his right hand pinched a strange magic trick, and shouted in a low voice: "Chimeng'er is dead, you are also going to die, it's better to disperse, disperse." The voice was soft, but all the Yuanmeng warriors heard it.

Those Yuanmeng soldiers had lost all their fighting spirit in their hearts because of Chimeng'er's 'death news', and suddenly heard the voice of the monk Daoyan like Xu Gentle as a lover's whisper, and their minds couldn't help but be in a trance, and the swords and guns in the hands of many people suddenly fell, and they had no intention of fighting anymore.

The fat monk jumped up in a hurry, like a mountain of meat, and arrived at Chimeng'er's side, his right hand flashed a black light into Chimeng'er's body, and his left hand took out a big red pill from his waist and stuffed it into Chimeng'er's mouth. Immediately, the blood on Chimeng'er's body stopped flowing, and the skin grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the fat monk's face suddenly showed a look of great relief. At this time, he suddenly heard the scream of the monk Daoyan, and couldn't help jumping up in anger, but his weight was too big, and he could only jump an inch high.

The fat monk shouted chaotically: "What a Southern Barbarian monk, you still have the appearance of a high monk, but with this kind of seductive magic, you are not shameful?" This cry like killing a pig suddenly woke up all the Yuanmeng warriors who were confused by the monk's Taoist illusion, and those warriors woke up with a spirit, and looked at each other one by one, not knowing what happened to them just now.

Monk Daoyan was secretly angry in his heart: "Is it easy for me to cast the 'Xiaoxi Heavenly Illusion God and Demon Sound' once? If it weren't for these barbarians being dazed by Chi Meng'er's fake death, my magic would not have succeeded? Seeing that I can blow away this 50,000 army in one go, why did you come to join in the fun?" Monk Daoyan saw that all the warriors behind him had retreated, his face suddenly sank, and he shouted: "Demon monk, could it be that you are using some serious spell?"

The fat monk scolded justifiably: "What I entered is a cult, and it is a matter of course for me to use magic, why can't I?"

Monk Daoyan was speechless for a moment, yes, everyone has admitted that they are cultivating evil methods, so they can only use evil methods, what can they attack? Monk Daoyan snorted coldly: "That's it, let's see a superior under our hands." Monk, I want to get rid of you today for the people of the Ming Dynasty. The Buddha beads in his left hand were thrown out, and the forty-nine Buddha beads suddenly spun up in the sky, and each time they turned, a golden light suddenly emitted, and countless golden lights intertwined with each other in the air, and finally transformed into a resentful appearance.

The fat monk also knows the goods, he sneered: "Little King Kong Zen Method, bah, it's all some illusions, look at the Buddha, I'll break your fake Buddha." He took a few steps on the ground with difficulty, sat back on his large carpet, pointed to the sky with his right hand and the ground with his left, and shouted, "Get up." Suddenly, the blanket flew up three feet high and was suspended in the air. The Yuanmeng warriors behind him hurriedly turned around and ran away with Chi Meng'er, who still had a breath, lest they be caught up in the spell struggle between the two. Only those Yuanmeng warriors who were a few miles away were very happy, excited that they could see the strong skills of the national teacher, and for a time more than 40,000 military horses stood quietly on the grassland, no one said a word, and naturally no one would mention it now to chase and kill them, but it was cheaper than Chang Tie and others who led the army to retreat.

The fat monk and the monk Daoyan seem to have similar levels of mana, and both of them have to constantly use their luck to cast spells, so the two of them have been doing it for a long time, but there are no other abnormalities. Monk Daoyan nervously pinched his handprints, spit out a mouthful of true qi into the Buddha beads in the sky, and muttered in his heart: "If it weren't for the fact that this little Vajra Zen method was activated for too long, would the monk have been hunted down and killed so badly by you just now?" Hmph, demon monk, wait for you to see my skills." ”

The monk moved, his right hand pointed towards the sky, and the anger composed of the golden light behind him suddenly raised his right hand, and a huge demon pestle appeared in Rulai's hand, suspended three inches in his palm, and was about to strike out at the fat monk. After the fat monk was also a trickster, the huge survival circle on the carpet appeared, and in the black light, the eyes of the huge Enma King who maintained the survival circle revealed two blue lights, and the blue light was entangled into two huge glass beads, which were also about to be launched.

Monk Daoyan shouted: "Break the demon." Go. The demon slaying pestle in Rulai's hand suddenly slammed into the fat monk's head with an earth-shattering roar, like a golden dragon.

The fat monk also reprimanded: "The Buddha crosses all beings, and there are six reincarnations." The two glass beads spun violently, forming a cyan circle of light in front of him, faintly, emitting the howls of all beings, among which there was the beautiful music of the heavenly realm, the murmuring of the Buddhist realm, the noise of the people in the world, etc., etc., and the most piercing was the roar of the ten thousand beasts in the livestock world.

The golden demon pestle roared and hit the cyan six reincarnation wheels, and Monk Daoyan's body trembled, and a trace of blood hung on the corner of his mouth. The fat monk was wonderful, he trembled all over, and the layers of flesh waves were ups and downs, which didn't look terrifying. The waves of rolling flesh stirred each other, and even made a 'snapping' sound. The monk's mouth also hung a red strip, but his body was four or five the size of Monk Daoyan, so the blood stains on the corners of his mouth were three or five times thicker.

The monk saw the mocking sound on the corner of Monk Daoyan's mouth, and couldn't help but be furious: "Southern barbarian monk, look at the Buddha, I will use supreme mana to destroy you." He let out a few Buddhist chantings, and rubbed his left hand on his forehead three times, and suddenly a burst of golden light flashed on his forehead, and his forehead became transparent.

Monk Daoyan was shocked for a moment, and shouted: "Demon monk, do you want to fight hard?" Monk Daoyan pointed to his right hand, forty-nine Buddha beads rotated desperately, and all kinds of strange treasures of Buddhism appeared around him. If this little Vajra Zen method is only from the sound and light effects, it is indeed the most brilliant and brilliant spell.

The fat monk sneered: "Buddha Ba'er, I have never suffered this kind of loss, you just wait and see." He violently spurted out a ball of blood like fire, and a fist-sized white relic also shot out of his forehead, and the white relic rolled in the blood ball, and suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, and a huge aura sent out in all directions. The fat monk pointed with his hand, and the white relic emitted forty-two white rays of light, across the sky. He boasted proudly: "The Buddha has realized the supreme Dharma, the Southern Barbarian Monk, you wait for death." His eyes glared, and the forty-two white lights suddenly blasted down towards Monk Daoyan under the leadership of the white relics.

Monk Daoyan smiled inscrutablely: "Monk, Ba Bar, are you the supreme Dharma? Look at my Middle-earth Taoist mysteries." A small jade bottle appeared in his hand, surrounded by yin and yang qi, and with a guide to the Dao Jue in his right hand, a stream of yin and yang chaotic qi rushed straight into the clouds. Then, a white light also flew on Monk Daoyan's forehead, which was a sword light that was more than ten zhang long, and it rolled towards Ba Bar Er with great speed.

Ba Bar Er was stunned, and he roared wildly: "You, you, you are a monk, why do you use that Taoist spell? You, you, your little King Kong Zen method, is used to deceive people, you are a ......" The sword light had already reached the body, and Leng Sensen's sword qi made Ba Bar'er's heart almost frozen. Ba Bar roared angrily: "Southern barbarians, you are still the same cunning, the same shameless. He was so fat that he jumped up like a bird, shooting backwards.

The Taoist flying sword, easy to use, summoned to come, can be cut, cut can bleed, especially fast, is really a low-level mage to compete spells to plot against others.

Naba Bar suffered this loss, and all kinds of spells on his body didn't have time to cast, but this sword light forced him to fly back, and as a result, one of his left arms was chopped off. In the blood splash, Naba Bar howled in pain, the true qi in his body suddenly became chaotic, and the connection with the heavenly relic was suddenly interrupted.

Monk Daoyan had already settled on this moment, he smiled, and the black and white gas sprayed out of the yin and yang cylinder in his hand enveloped the fist-sized relic, and 'dripping' retracted the mouth of the bottle. Monk Daoyan laughed, and his right hand had already taken out a talisman of 'Taishang Laojun is as anxious as the law', and pasted it on the mouth of the bottle, sealing the relics that this bar didn't know how many years of hard work it took to figure out. Monk Daoyan shouted: "Senior Brother Baba'er, don't dare to resign, your relics, the monk took it." After speaking, Monk Daoyan did not chase and kill Naba Bar, the sword trick in his right hand was introduced, and the sword light swept wildly against the carpet of Ba Bar, and after twisting the carpet into pieces, Monk Daoyan put away the Buddha beads in the sky, laughed and used the method of shrinking the earth to shroud himself in a layer of white light and left.

Ba Bar grabbed his severed arm in embarrassment and connected it to his body with an elixir. He jumped wildly and cursed: "You barbarians in the south, you people from the Central Plains, are a bunch of scoundrels, scoundrels, and liars...... If you don't do a good monk, you have to be a Taoist priest?...... We said that we would compete with Buddhism, and you suddenly used Taoist magic to plot against the Buddha, and I don't accept the Buddha, I don't accept it...... Wait for the Buddha and I to go back to Tibetan Province, invite the same seniors, and then come to compete with you. ”

Ba Bar was about to blow up his belly, originally thought that the monk Daoyan's Dharma cultivation was similar to his own, and he could compete with him for a good time. Who knew that the monk Daoyan didn't talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes at all, and suddenly used the Taoist flying sword to plot against him, and he spent decades of hard work, and he was swept away by a relic that was easy to practice by participating in Huanxi Zen to collect yin and replenish yang, and his heart was distressed......

After jumping frantically, Ba Bar Er was like a boar, and his mouth was full of white spittle, and he shouted: "Warriors of the Mongol Empire, are you still men, gather me, their army has been besieged by my junior brothers and disciples with spells, and we will go and clean up his army now...... We have mobilized tens of thousands of wolves to surround them, they can't stop us, and if we give them another blow, their army will completely collapse. ”

"Are you good men?"

Thunderous howl: "Yes." ”

"Are you men?"

"Yes. ”

"Do you want to make a meritorious contribution and make your tribe famous on the grassland?"

"Yes. ”

"Do you want to go to the south and rob them of their beauties, and of their gold, silver, and jewels, and of silk and silk?"

"Yes. ”

"Okay, follow the Buddha and I, kill their army, we will take the opportunity to seize Juyong Pass, and we can go to the Central Plains to rob...... Kill that black-clothed monk, Buddha, my relic, I must take it back...... Come on. ”

Fifty thousand wolf-like light horsemen let out a crazy howl and rushed towards Zhu Xuan's army besieged by spells.

At this moment, Zhu Xuan's army was almost unable to hold on. The sky was dark, and there were big hailstones in the sky, and there seemed to be a trace of yin wind circulating on the ground, so that they could not move their steps, and the army could not move at all. And what was even more terrifying was that in the dim mist, countless turquoise eyes appeared, countless wolf howls came, bursts of fishy smell also came, and a large number of wolves surrounded their army.

Zhu Xuan was flustered, how did the wolves come? What made him even more at a loss was that Yuanmeng's army shot countless arrows from the south, and the wolves attacked from the east, north, and west at the same time.

Before he could come up with a countermeasure, more than a dozen wolves as big as calves had already pounced and pounced fiercely towards Zhu Xuan, the male wolf at the front had saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his teeth flashing white light bit Zhu Xuan's neck......

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