Chapter 187: Seven Wins in Nine Battles

The monk named by the Red Devil Ancestor is also a little inexplicable, how can it be like I killed your whole family, it seems that we are not very familiar with each other. This monk's Dharma name is Wuming, and he is also an elder, who usually guides disciples in Buddhism, and has not gone out for thousands of years, and he doesn't know how he offended this hot guy. But since you invite yourself to fight by name, you can't have stage fright, isn't it just fighting, who is afraid of whom.

"Amitabha, the old man is enlightened, and he leads the benefactor to make a high move. Satoru walked out slowly, but very quickly, for each of his steps was very far away, as if it were a spell to shrink the ground into inches.

"Bah, what a leader, I flattened you. That apprentice of yours was bent on killing my disciple by blowing himself up, and he was injured by the explosion, and this time he was looking for you to settle accounts. ”

What is this called, you used to kill others, and you didn't allow others to resist? But that's what the Red Devil Ancestor said, the purpose is to make Wuming's heart not quiet, and when the time comes, it may make mistakes.

Sure enough, after Wuming listened to the words of the Red Devil Ancestor, his beard and eyebrows flew up, and he seemed to be really angry. He didn't care about the purpose of the Buddha Sect, and he took the lead, but took the lead, and a string of Buddha beads flew over, and he was about to tie up the Red Devil Ancestor.

"Why are you so rude, monk, I haven't reported my home yet, you actually did it. Chen Guanyun almost didn't laugh when he heard this. You've scolded others like that, and you don't allow others to do it first. Turning his head to look at Zhantian Ancestor and them, they almost laughed out loud.

Although the Red Devil Ancestor is unforgiving, he really has some means under his hands. Monk Wuming's Buddha beads flew over, he didn't move much, he suddenly disappeared, and a huge red giant sword appeared between heaven and earth, and a sword, a sword, shattered a few beads on the string of Buddha beads.

Wu Ming, who suffered a loss in the first blow, was not an idle person, and immediately reached out to summon back the Buddha beads, these Buddha beads were actually made of relics, each one was extremely precious, and he was reluctant to be crushed by the Red Devil Ancestor. As an elder of the Buddhist sect, Wuming had many natural magic weapons in his hands, and with a wave of his hand, he threw out a demon-slaying pestle.

The Red Devil Ancestor gained the upper hand with one blow, and he also took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the red giant sword quickly turned small and disappeared. Not only is the giant sword invisible, but even the Red Devil Ancestor is gone. The demon pestle of enlightenment stood alone in the air, with nowhere to fall.

Just when Wuming was looking for the Red Devil Ancestor with all his heart, suddenly a little red light appeared in front of Wuming's eyes, and a sword tip that flashed red light appeared in his eyes.

Chen Guanyun was very surprised, he didn't expect the Red Devil Ancestor's swordsmanship to improve so quickly, and it seemed that it was no less than the Battle Heaven Sword Technique of Zhan Changtian. Chen Guanyun stared at Zhan Tian Ancestor suspiciously, and saw that Zhan Tian Ancestor's usually expressionless face showed a smug expression. Only then did I understand that this was taught by Zhantian Ancestor to his son-in-law, but it was cheaper than the Scattered Cultivation Alliance.

"Moo-" Wu Ming saw the tip of the sword in front of him, and there was no way to activate the Buddha weapon, so he could only use the Buddhist exercises, and wanted to use this method to influence the swordsmanship of the Red Devil Ancestor and buy time to fight back. 、

Unexpectedly, the secret sound attack method of this Buddha Sect had no effect on the swordsmanship of the Red Devil Ancestor, so that the sword of the Red Devil Ancestor directly stabbed Wuming's bald head, leaving a blood line on the bald head.

The Red Devil Ancestor put away his sword and stood up, even if he abolished his body, he couldn't kill this monk, it was better to save face for him, in case someone on his side lost next, it would be better not to be heavy-handed.

"Amitabha, the old man has lost, thank you to the Red Devil donor for keeping your hand. Wu Ming bowed his head and gave a Buddha name, and turned back to his own camp. The Red Devil Ancestor returned victorious, naturally he was triumphant, but he was glared at by the Zhantian Ancestor, and immediately restrained his expression and became serious and stood behind Wang Yamin. ...,Full 'text.read' read,Please go to Bo $ to see @ small # say % net following ^ continue to read $ read >>>