As soon as Wu Xin finished speaking, Luo Shixin shouted loudly without hesitation and rushed out with rapid strides. He didn't have as many thoughts as others.
The members of the Dragon Team raised their spears, clamped their legs, and rode their horses to charge, with a force like a torrent of steel.
"Array of Arrows!"
Wei Peng's spiritual consciousness swept out to help the dragon team maintain their battle formation and increase their strength to a certain extent.
Above the charging dragon team, the yellow iron-blooded evil spirit changed slightly and turned into a giant arrow. Although it was quite blurry, it greatly amplified the dragon team's charge, breaking the formation, and it was quite unstoppable.
Under the military situation, the Eighteen Arhat Formation and the Fudo Myoyo Formation were the first to bear the brunt, and were obviously weakened and suppressed for several rounds.
Abbot Puhe and all the masters showed anxiety on their faces. It was wrong to avoid it, and it was wrong not to avoid it.
They are also made of flesh and blood, they are just united in formation. No matter how strong their overall strength is, they are definitely not as good as the tens of thousands of iron troops. They are still prefecture-level troops, not ordinary armies.
The powerful cavalry can even break down the city wall, let alone them?
If there is a martial arts battle, they have twenty-one masters of refining the gods, and their formation can be as motionless as a mountain, no matter how many people come, they will not be afraid.
Facing the army, they do not have such confidence. The military might alone is enough to greatly reduce their strength!
What's more important is that from the beginning to the end, the silver-armored guards' arrows never stopped, each one with a powerful force, causing them great trouble and pressure.
The power of the formation is the fusion result of the power of the masters and the power of heaven and earth. In addition to resisting external forces, it also needs to be consumed!
"Buddha's Enemy!"
Seeing the cavalry approaching, the white-browed abbot was furious, roared loudly like a loud bell, and turned into sound waves visible to the naked eye, sweeping out like a roaring wind, flying sand and rocks, blasting towards the dragon team, blocking the momentum.
Before the sound wave fell, the golden Buddha standing at the temple gate shot out with one palm. It turned into a terrifying golden giant palm hundreds of meters high and struck the dragon team with the force of the sky collapsing.
Fudo Mingwang has moved!
"Wind Blade!"
Wu Xin's spiritual consciousness moved, and he used the method of "Wind God Code". Densely packed wind blades, layered like fish scales, appeared. He raised the bow of the other shore and opened the bow...
"Chi, chi, chi..."
In the dense rain of arrows, the iron arrows from the other side of the sky were tearing apart like a tidal wave of swords and wind blades. They all hit the giant golden palm.
Black light flashed through, piercing through the giant palm, obviously making it shrink and become thinner.
Countless blades are like knives and wind, like ants gnawing at an elephant, they are constantly weakening, with the potential of water droplets piercing a stone.
"What a powerful spiritual sense, what a weird situation! In essence, it is just for cultivating the state of mind, but in terms of quantity, it is comparable to the great monk of Danxin..."
Abbot Baimei and others looked at Wu Xin in shock. Twenty-one Buddhist masters finally fought back.
All of a sudden, various Buddhist objects such as lotuses, swords, pagodas, rulers, bodhi seeds, and demon subduing rods poured out.
All the official ancestors who had been besieged before retreated one after another. There were only a few who could resist without retreating. Only those who were in the middle stage of God Refining and above dared to fight head-on.
Five hundred meters...
Three hundred meters...
One hundred meters...
The silver-armored Dragon Guards rushed in, their iron hooves were like thunder, and their force was like a roaring torrent.
"Lai, lai, lai..."
The iron-blooded flag in Luo Shixin's hand waved wildly, and the flying sand and rocks stirred up air currents like waves, turning into giant dragons to clear the way.
The giant palm of Fudo Myooh fell down...
The yellow giant arrow shook violently, and was obviously much weaker. However, it still maintained the momentum of the giant arrow and did not collapse.
If the giant arrow collapses, it will mean that the army's strength will be broken. Not only will the power of the iron-blood evil spirit and the spirit of the God of War be greatly reduced, but it will also backfire!
"boom……"
Falling. The dragon collapsed. Luo Shixin's momentum stopped, as if he was caught in a storm. Dozens of silver-armored guards around him fell on their backs, and dozens of them were blown away by the strong air current.
Luo Shixin was about to grit his teeth and charge forward. He slapped Luo Shixin with his palm, and blood spurted out...
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The vanguard of the dragon team arrived, pierced the spear with force, and stabbed the Weike Cave Gold through the stone, directly hitting the Golden Spirit Mountain (which was transformed into the Luohan Formation), and used excellent riding skills to bypass left and right, so that the rear army could continue to attack.
Some members of the Dragon Team who had no time to get around or had nowhere to go around were hit directly with their horses and men, and the impact was extremely powerful.
There were many silver-armored military guards, who stood up from their horses and jumped up, with the force of an eagle pounced on a rabbit, slamming into the golden mountain, and the horses under them collided directly with them.
"Vajra Palm!"
"Arhat Fist!"
"All living beings knife!"
"Demon-Conquering Rod!"
"Pick your fingers!"
The formation of the Eighteen Arhats was boiling, and the eighteen god-refining masters were changing places as fast as a whirlwind. It was dizzyingly fast, and all kinds of powerful attacks came out in succession.
One by one, the silver-armored military guards were knocked away and killed, and each war horse was knocked down and killed!
As he breathed, the edge of the golden mountain was stained with a layer of blood, and the ground was stained with blood.
However, the Silver Armored Guards are an earth-level unit, and they are all in the Qi Refining Realm, so they are not that easy to kill. Even the war horses are strong and strong, and it takes a lot of effort to knock them away or kill them!
Two fists are no match for four, and a hero cannot stand against a crowd.
What's more, it's a well-trained iron cavalry with amazing impact!
Amidst the continuous loud noises, the golden mountain shook rapidly, rapidly weakening and fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
From a distance, it looks like a roaring torrent of steel, constantly impacting the golden mountain.
"puff……"
Within ten seconds, hundreds of silver-armored guards were either dead or wounded, with the number of dead being as high as three to four hundred.
A god-refining master finally couldn't hold it any longer, he couldn't help but spurt out blood, and his figure fell back.
"boom……"
The golden mountain collapsed, and the aftermath spread out like waves, then flew away, blocking many members of the Dragon Team.
The dragon team from behind continued to charge, with horses like waves, spears like dragons, and iron hooves like mountains, they slammed into the camp of the Puhe monks and crushed them past.
"Puff puff……"
In the continuous rain of arrows, four or five god-refining masters were caught off guard and were hit by arrows one after another. One was hit by five arrows in a row and was killed on the spot. The others were also injured and jumped up to retreat in panic.
Sixty-seven god-refining masters were knocked into the air by the Dragon Guards. Two of them were caught off guard and stabbed by the spears of the silver-armored guards. They were hung upside down for more than ten meters. One of them died and the other was seriously injured.
"puff……"
The wounded Luo Shixin mingled with the army, and the iron-blooded banner pierced the abdomen of a god-refining master. He danced wildly and was hit by several arrows and bullets, killing him.
"Chi..."
The black light was like lightning, piercing the chest of a god-refining master, flying dozens of meters upside down, and was nailed to the temple wall, with only arrow feathers visible.
This is the iron arrow from the other side sent by Wu Xin!
The formation collapsed. In the blink of an eye, the god-refining masters jumped into the air to avoid the cavalry. Most of them were injured, and four of them died on the spot!
"Finger!"
"Thunder Sword!"
"The Wrath of the Ancient Ape!"
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When Wu Xin took the opportunity to kill one person with an arrow, the twenty-six ancestors did not miss it. They took the opportunity to attack one after another, killing nine god-refining masters and seriously injuring seven.
Abbot Baimei, whose strength is unfathomable, was hit by the "Finger of the Sky" from the ancestor of the sky. He was also slapped away by the ancestor of the ancient ape with a huge palm, and was hit by dozens of arrows in a row. Blood spurted out, but he still fell to the ground.
A lively dragon and a tiger.
"Buddha's golden body? Or is he an indestructible body?!"
Wu Xin, Hong Bo, Ancestor Xiankong and other people who noticed it were shocked and their scalps went numb.
Generally speaking, those who are hit by the "empty trap finger" will be directly dismembered, as if they were torn apart by the power of space. Abbot Baimei was hit with a bloody hole, but it was not penetrated and his body was not dismembered.
The ancestor of the ancient ape is a body refiner, and the martial spirit is an ancient ape with amazing power. He can break mountains with his palm. The white-browed abbot received a hard palm, and nothing happened except blood spurting from his mouth!
As for the dozens of arrows, they clearly hit Abbot Baimei, but not one of them entered his body, and not even a trace of blood could be seen. It was completely unbreakable!
The silver-armored dragon team continued to charge, roaring past like a torrent, and rushed into the temple...
Most of the god-refining masters escaped the disaster by virtue of their ability to fly into the air. Thirteen of them died, and only eight remained.
The Qi Refining monks at the rear were in bad luck. Of the three to four hundred people, only forty or fifty were left in embarrassment and retreated into the temple. The rest all died tragically under the iron hoof!
"kill!"
Amidst the deafening shouts of killing, the dragon team entered the temple, and the elephant team, wolf team, eagle team, dream team, Xuanjia Wuwei, etc. followed without interruption and entered the temple on horseback. There was also a steady stream of Jurong troops behind.
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As for the more than 10,000 Qi-refining experts from the coalition of various forces, they had already entered Puhe Temple early and were massacred in the temple, with smoke rising everywhere!
Wu Xin followed the military flow and entered the temple under the protection of everyone.
Ancestor Xiankong and other ancestors have already joined forces with the remaining eight god-refining masters including Abbot Baimei in a high-altitude battle, and they no longer care about fighting on the ground!
As soon as you enter the temple, you will see a bluestone square measuring tens of thousands of square meters.
An estimated seven to eight thousand monks were engaged in a bloody melee with the Silver Armored Guards, the Black Armored Guards, and the powerful allied forces. Their weapons were mainly long sticks and swords.
What surprised Wu Xin and others was that their own side did not have much upper hand, and the casualties were higher than that of Puhe Temple. This was because more than 30,000 Jurong troops had not yet entered the temple, but the Wuwei had taken the lead, otherwise the casualties would have been even more severe!
If you observe carefully, the monks in Qingshi Square are divided into many large and small groups.
Eighteen Bronze Man Formation, Twenty-four Buddhist Gate Formation, Thirty-six Room Reincarnation Formation, Seventy-two Iron Bucket Formation, One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation, One Thousand and Eight Great Arhat Formation, Novice Formation, etc., all in groups.
Each formation is a formation, and the big formation is within the small formation.
These are all well-known formations in Buddhism, but they are easy to recognize at the middle and low levels. The monks of Puhe Temple have used them to their full potential. They are much more familiar with the formations than the Silver Armored Guards, but they don’t have the iron-blooded evil spirit.
That's all, otherwise the military guards and the coalition forces may be completely defeated.
"Strength! Power! Wealth! Resources! Formation... This is Buddhism!"
After the fierce battle until now, Wu Xin vaguely understood why even the arrogant civil and military emperors were extremely afraid of Buddhism!
I hope that Buddhism can have the legendary wealth and the first temple in Wuyang, and not be too poor!
Otherwise, Wu Xinfang will suffer heavy losses this time!
So far, although the God Refining Ancestor has not suffered any casualties, seven or eight hundred of the silver-armored military guards have been killed, and this is just the beginning!
"kill!"
Wu Xin looked around the audience and had a panoramic view of the battle. He patted the golden lion's neck with his left hand and shot out...
Hong Bo, Du Heng, Zhang Qing, Wen Renzhong and other close confidants followed closely.
"Keng..."
The stick came out like a dragon, and the mountain and river stick was mixed with great force, blasting away a bronze monk who was "invulnerable and skinned like bronze". With the clanging sound of metal, it flew dozens of meters high.
This bronze monk was not beaten to death. It seemed that he was really made of bronze.
However, he was already dead before he hit the ground, and his whole body was shattered by the force!
"Wind Blade!"
Mountain and river sticks danced wildly, raging like wild bulls, smashing them into the air and killing one monk after another.
Wu Xin's spiritual consciousness swept across, running the "Wind God Code", connecting the power of heaven and earth to condense the wind blades, sweeping across all directions like knives, like a whirlpool of flesh and blood, unstoppable!
