The first thousand two hundred and eighth chapter killing again
Several figures flew through the air, and the soldiers hurriedly made a way. Several people slowly landed on the ground. In addition to Ba Siba and Bai Yun Daoist, the other few people were Huo Gong Tutuo, Jinlun Dharma King, and Xuan Ming.
The two elders were surprisingly all acquaintances of Murong Fu.
But at this time, he could no longer care about this, because behind these people, there were still a large number of Qinggong masters with strong auras coming from a distance, about four to five hundred of them, who were rushing towards this place at a very fast speed.
Murong Fu's expression moved slightly, and he sent a message to Guo Jing, "What are you doing in a daze like a stick? Why don't you quickly order a retreat? Their reinforcements are about to arrive."
Guo Jing immediately came to his senses and raised his voice and said, "Disciples gather quickly, let's fight our way out."
The disciples of each sect calmed down now. Looking at the endless Mongolian army around them, they all felt cold and frightened, and they all moved closer to their elders.
But at this moment, Taoist Bai Yun shouted coldly, "No one is allowed to move, otherwise they will be killed without mercy."
The disciples did not dare to move for a moment. They were actually a little far away from Guo Jing and others, so they were unsure of rushing over. However, Song Yuanqiao, Kong Wen and others saw that something was wrong and had already gathered around Guo Jing and Huang Rong.
Ba Siba's face was solemn and solemn, and his eyes flickered with a faint divine light. He scanned everyone's bodies and finally landed on Guo Jing. "You must be my little friend Guo Jing. I have heard of your name for a long time.
I had no chance to meet him, but today I finally got my wish, and it is indeed well-deserved."
As he spoke, he put his right hand on his chest and slowly lowered his head as a greeting.
Guo Jing's expression became serious, and he immediately returned the gift with his hand raised, "I am indeed Guo Jing, haven't you asked the master for his name yet?"
The person in front of him has unfathomable skills, but he has never heard of this person, so he asked this question.
Ba Siba smiled faintly, "I, Great Yuan Emperor Master Ba Siba, and all my martial arts colleagues from the Central Plains are full of blood, have killed countless people, and have committed serious sins, yet they still do not put down their butcher knives and take refuge in my Buddha."
The words were cadenced, vast and bright, like morning bells and evening drums, and like bursts of Sanskrit sounds. They reached the ears of everyone, and they immediately felt a sense of guilt and self-blame.
Just when the disciples were about to lose their way, Kong Wen suddenly shouted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, as a member of the Buddhist sect, you actually practice such a demonic method that confuses people's minds and captivates the soul. How is it different from the evil ways of demons?"
The sound spread far away along with the internal force. Everyone was shocked and quickly regained their clarity.
Guo Jing and Huang Rong were frightened. They didn't expect that this majestic and dignified lama would be so insidious. He unknowingly used the method of confusing people and almost got them all hooked.
Pasiba laughed and said, "The young monk's cultivation is shallow and he talks nonsense. The Buddha said, 'All dharma is to liberate all minds.' I use dharma to liberate people and then liberate minds. How can it be a demonic dharma?"
Kong Wen's face looked slightly suffocated. He usually managed things in the temple and had to devote most of his energy to studying martial arts, but he fell behind a lot in studying Buddhism. For a while, he couldn't find any words to defend himself.
Suddenly, a scream came, "Bitch thief, give back my master's life!"
Before he finished speaking, a ray of sword light suddenly struck from the diagonal thrust. It was as bright as the moon and as cold as frost, and it went straight to Pasiba's neck.
Ba Siba didn't move at all. The golden light flashed all over his body, and in an instant there were thousands of rays of light. The sword light struck the golden light, and there was only a loud clang sound. The golden light shook, the sword light shattered and was annihilated, and the figure in the air also disappeared.
It flew out and fell far away.
Basiba then turned around to look. When he saw the face of the person who had taken action clearly, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "It turns out to be this girl. Why did the Emei Sect also come to take a trip into this muddy water?"
The person who took action was none other than Zhou Zhiruo. During the battle at Wan'an Temple two years ago, her master Miejie Shitai died with hatred. If Zhao Min was just the initiator, then this great lama was the culprit. The executioner who really killed her master, how could she not
hatred.
The two of them had met before on Xiake Island, but at that time her martial arts was far from his opponent, so she had to endure it. She thought that now that her martial arts had greatly improved, and she had the reforged Yitian Sword in hand, she would be able to compete with this person.
, I didn’t expect that there is still such a big gap between the two.
It's no wonder that although she condensed her true energy with the help of Murong Fu and experienced the adventure in the sword pool of Xia Ke Island and obtained the sword soul, after all, the time was too short, how could she surpass an old monster like Pa Siba?
After all, she is not Murong Fu.
For a moment, Zhou Zhiruo's heart was full of anger and unwillingness. She snorted coldly, "Everyone in the Mongolian Tatars will be punished. If I had known that you, a thief, were here, I would have spent all of Emei tonight to kill you."
Ba Siba was not angry at all. He raised his eyes and glanced at the martial arts people scattered in the army. There were indeed many people from the Emei sect. His eyes flickered slightly, and after thinking for a long time, he actually said something that surprised everyone.
, "That's all, for that person's sake, I will let you Emei disciples leave this time."
As soon as these words came out, everyone had different expressions. A general stood up and said, "Master Imperial Master, these thieves have always been a serious problem for me in Dayuan. They killed many soldiers of Dayuan some time ago. We will kill them tonight."
How could we let them go so easily after catching them all in one fell swoop?"
Pa Siba's face darkened slightly, "Why, did I ask for your opinion?"
The general trembled and hurriedly lowered his head, "I don't dare, general."
Taoist Baiyun, Huo Gong Tutuo and others were all very puzzled. Could it be that this little girl had something to do with the Imperial Master? However, no one dared to ask for a while. They knew very well that this big lama looked like
He is kind-hearted and upright, but in fact he is extremely sinister. Going against him will never end well.
How can Zhou Zhiruo appreciate this, "Thief, I can come to Emei whenever I want and leave whenever I want. I need you to be a good person?"
"You have such a loud mouth, little girl. The Imperial Master was kind enough to let you go, but you don't know what's good or bad. So don't leave." Luzhangke touched his chin with a smile and stared at Zhou Zhiruo with bright eyes.
At this time, Huo Gong Tou Tuo said angrily, "Why do you say so much? Just kill them all. Hey, I didn't expect that I would meet people from Wudang and Shaolin here. It's just the right time to settle all the old and new grudges."
Already."
As he spoke, he stared at Song Yuanqiao and Kong Wen with cold eyes, sneering non-stop.
Ba Siba hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed, "Forget it, except for this girl named Zhou, Huang Rong and Guo Jing, everyone else will be killed!"
Huo Gong Tutuo could no longer hold himself back. When he heard this, he immediately jumped out and clapped his big hands excitedly, "The thieves monks from Shaolin Temple and the hypocrites from Wudang Sect, come here and let me see what you juniors have got."
There is no progress at all.”
Song Yuanqiao and Kong Wen did not act rashly, but looked at Guo Jing.
Huang Rong said in a cold voice, "Everyone, let's hold back these demons and ghosts and let the disciples break out in batches. We can kill them from wherever they are."
As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded and raised their voices to convey the order. Immediately, the killings started again, and disciples from all factions rushed towards the surrounding soldiers.
Huo Gong Tutuo stared at Kong Wen and Song Yuanqiao, took a step forward, and was in front of the two of them in an instant. The wind of his fists enveloped them, and the two had no choice but to fight back.
Luzhangke originally set his sights on Zhou Zhiruo, but he soon remembered how powerful this woman was. He might not be able to deal with her with the martial arts of his two brothers. His eyes turned and fell on Huang Rong. In comparison, this woman was less powerful.
A little colder, a little more mature and charming, and a little more flavorful, so he called Hebi Weng to surround Huang Rong.
Guo Jing was about to help, when a figure flashed in front of him, and a great monk appeared, "Buddha Amitayus, I haven't seen you for many years. Donor Guo, how are you doing?"
But it was Jin Lun Dharma King who had been defeated by him by half a move.
A look of worry flashed through his eyes, and Guo Jing returned the greeting, "Master's style is still the same, but Guo is not as good as him."
Jin Lun Dharma King smiled and said, "Haha, last time the young monk was defeated by the donor by half a move. The young monk went back to the logistics and practiced hard. He felt that he had made little progress, so he came back today to ask for advice."
Guo Jing sighed helplessly. He knew that if he wanted to help Huang Rong, he could only send this great monk away first. He expected that with Ronger's martial arts, it wouldn't be a problem to last for a while, so he stopped being polite and used every move with regret and discipline.
He came out and covered the head of Jinlun Dharma King with his powerful palm force.
On the other side, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes never left Basiba. The Heavenly Sword was inserted into the ground, and his hands conjured a strange seal. With a buzzing sound, the Heavenly Sword trembled and flew up automatically, turning into a silver bolt and heading towards Basiba.
Cut it down, the momentum is extremely fierce.
Ba Siba raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to grab it. Suddenly, the wind and clouds gathered together, and a big golden hand formed out of thin air. He reached down and grabbed the silver horse in his hand.
But to his surprise, the Yitian Sword was surprisingly sharp. He only struggled for a breath before slicing the golden hand open and slashing at him with unabated sharpness.
Ba Siba was startled. His shoulders swayed and his body moved half a foot. Yitian Sword actually turned a corner and followed closely behind him.
"Sword Controlling Technique!" Ba Siba was startled. Seeing that the Yitian Sword was in front of him, he had no choice but to repeat his old trick. Golden light erupted all over his body, forming a shield about a foot thick.
With a "pop" sound, the Yitian Sword broke through the golden light and slashed in for half a foot before stopping.
Ba Siba subconsciously reached out to grab the Yitian Sword, but at this moment, Zhou Zhiruo's sword technique changed, and the Yitian Sword trembled slightly and flew back.
"Hiss!" Ba Siba couldn't hold back his hand, and was struck by the sword energy on his palm. The biting sword energy instantly invaded his arm, and he hurriedly dispersed it.
All this is a long story, but in fact it only took a moment. Ba Siba looked at the bleeding hole in his palm and said with a slightly cold expression, "You girl is really ungrateful. For the sake of that little Murong boy, I deliberately let him go."
You are a fool, but you provoke me again and again, do you really think that I will not be angry?"
A look of disappointment flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's face. This move was considered to be the most exquisite move in the sword-controlling skills she had perfected. It only hurt the opponent a little bit! She said coldly, "Who wants you to let go? Can you?"
It’s not certain that I can’t stay!”
"Really? Then I would like to give it a try." Basiba said, flipping his wrist and instantly condensing seven or eight flaming sword energy.
Zhou Zhiruo was about to step forward to meet the enemy, when suddenly her shoulders sank and she turned to look, but she saw a beautiful Taoist nun in gray clothes and white hair.
Lin Chaoying looked at Ba Siba and said very succinctly, "You are no match for him. Let me come and leave that treacherous Taoist to you."
The Taoist thief she refers to is Taoist Baiyun who is waiting for an opportunity to attack everyone.