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The autumn wind was bleak, and the spacious Qihe River was dyed scarlet red by the waves.
"This Taoist method can dispel evil spirits, and it can actually beat people!"
The chubby Taoist priest stood by the river and wildly waved his heavy sword. The sword blade mixed with mana hit a ball of flames flying towards him. His blackened round face looked resolute. After a burst of fireworks, a monk who rushed towards him was suddenly killed.
Xiang Yu, who was wearing a big cloak, raised his shoulders and hit his knees hard, breaking into two pieces.
As soon as the fight started, the monk met the rushing figure. The monk was shot away like a cannonball and fell to the ground, twitching all over.
Thunder and lightning kept falling from the sky. Zhang Jiao was protected by two brothers. He raised thunder in the sky, or waved his sleeves and sprinkled many beans, turning into several strong men with heavy backs and yellow scarves on their waists to pounce on the opponent.
Zhang Bao slapped his talisman on the ground, and the rumble of the ground formed sharp rock thorns, which were nailed to the feet of the people rushing towards him. The stabbings made several people scream. The moment he opened his mouth, Zhang Liang waved his sword, and a cloud of light green smoke appeared.
After getting into their mouths and noses, their faces suddenly turned strange, they covered their throats, and their chests rolled on the ground while they screamed.
There are also ascetics who cast protective spells, and their realm is close to the golden elixir, or they have reached the golden elixir and are not afraid of the spells of the other gods. However, the gods they encounter may not be casters.
Guan Yu was riding on the back of a red rabbit, with a green dragon coiled around him. He and Zhang Fei were crossing the crowd on the left and right. The blades of their swords directly chopped the opponent's magic weapon into pieces, and smashed the opponent's head and shoulders apart.
A monk named Zhao Shouning had superb archery skills and devoted his whole life to archery. At that moment, he took out his bow and arrow and aimed at the green-robed figure flying on a red horse. The latter also saw him, perhaps as if he was
Just like in the past, he only needs to loosen the bow string and carry the arrow wrapped with mana, and he can instantly shoot through the opponent's body and damage the opponent's soul.
But the next second, in his field of vision, the green-robed figure on horseback arrived in an instant, unimaginably fast. The blade with the green dragon coiled in it waved a semicircle at the bottom of his eyes. It magnified instantly, and his vision suddenly spun wildly, high and low.
It was thrown into the air.
'Is that my body?'
He thought as he looked at the headless body holding a bow below.
In the flipped field of view, with the bullock cart as the center, there were various fighting techniques and fighting. Zhang Fei stared at the tiger's eyes, roared repeatedly, waved the snake spear over his head, and roared like a tiger roaring from the horse's back to the ground. Several people around him
A monk was knocked to the ground in an instant. When a companion saw him, he pinched his fingers and cast a spell on the spot. However, before he could gather his magic power, his body was instantly taken away by a dark shadow rushing toward him.
Dian Wei took the monk who wanted to cast a spell and used it as a weapon to smash it wildly in the crowd. When the light of the spell came, he held it in front of him to block it.
A middle-aged monk in blue shirt held a sword and collided with the corpse of his companion who was swung at him. The magic sword pierced the corpse, and the whole person was pushed back by the huge force.
"Uh-huh!
"
Dian Wei tore the corpse into pieces in his hands, and the flesh and blood exploded into countless pieces. He rushed through the blood mist like a demon, and crashed into the middle-aged man who had not yet stood still like a chariot. He instantly closed the distance and knocked the opponent away.
Holding him in his arms, the muscles in his chest and arms swelled, and there was a sudden sound of bones breaking.
First his arms, then his sternum, and ridge bones were broken one by one. No ordinary monk could be so violent. In an instant, a bunch of mud-like monks were lifted high in the air by him, and then he beat him fiercely.
He hit his head directly on the ground, his neck bones were broken, and his head tilted directly to the side of his shoulder.
The monks around who originally wanted to come up, saw such a violent scene, and almost subconsciously backed away. Some people had the idea of leaving at this time. Wherever they looked, there was a one-sided massacre. How could this man be a god?
, simply more cruel and vicious than a demon.
Even though there were some cultivators who had the upper hand in fighting with some Wooden Gods, they were in the minority after all. Just now everyone rushed forward, and in just a few moments, they were beaten to pieces. The slight upper hand could not affect the situation of the battle at all.
Faintly, the seemingly messy fight actually felt like there was a subtle coordination between the other parties.
"They are using weaker divine beings to hold back those with higher cultivation levels. They are using stronger divine beings to eliminate the lower cultivation cultivators one by one..."
Mr. Umbrella, who has not yet joined the battlefield, can see clearly from outside.
"Could it be that the god Chen Yuan invited came from the same place?"
In the old man's eyes, a pair of Taoist monks used whisks and short staffs to create a Dharma light. They had a clear goal and rushed towards Chen Yuan.
However, at the moment when they were approaching, Chen Yuan, who was opposite, suddenly became confused in the eyes of the two of them. Nine figures came out, holding identical magic swords, and they all came towards them. The two of them cooperated with each other tacitly and controlled the techniques rigorously.
, faced with the intertwined sword net of Moon Swords, he was able to withstand it.
But Chen Yuan never thought of fighting them as equals from the beginning, he just wanted to kill these people.
Without him, if someone comes with malicious intent, don't even think about getting away unscathed.
"kill him!"
The pair of Taoist couples passed by on the ground. The man among them stood up and threw the short staff in his hand. The woman not far away brushed the shadow of the stabbing sword and soared into the sky. She stepped on the short staff with her embroidered shoes, used the strength to get up again, and swooped down.
Next, the fly whisk in his hand stretched out and swept away Chen Yuan.
This is a unique magic weapon she refined. As long as it is touched, the whisk can cut the things it touches into thin strands. The moment the countless white strands of the whisk fly away, a ray of Buddha's light rises from behind Chen Yuan.
There was a sound that I had never heard before, and a Buddha's name was shouted loudly.
"My Buddha is compassionate——"
A strange Buddha statue rises from the ground, with its feet on the lotus platform, holding a magic weapon that has never been seen before. Several long tubes are connected into a cylinder, and it slowly rotates with a sound that has never been heard before, and then it spurts out light blue.
Colored light.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Da da da da…
The man in the sword net over there turned around, and heard the screams from his partner instantly spreading around. In his eyes, the woman's back was shaking crazily, and the fabric of the special dress made with magic was torn apart one by one.
Large and small openings revealed the white back, and countless golden light balls penetrated and rushed to the sky like rapid rivers.
"I kill you--"
The man retracted his short stick like crazy, knocked his forehead, and sprayed a black ball from his mouth. Chen Yuan glanced at him, opened his mouth, and a black sword flew out, piercing his chest instantly.
"It's a hundred years too early to kill me!"
After saying that, he raised his sleeves and flicked his sleeves. The nine strangely facing nine figures all around him took a few steps back. The moon in their hands made a loud buzzing sound, and rushed towards the man from all directions, interweaving and passing through him.
Jiuying sheathed his sword.
He only heard the sound of popping popping, and the robe on his body hissed and tore open, blood oozing out, and he stood staggering on the spot.
"Just because you dare to come here and kill me, you may not be able to do it even if your master comes here!"
Chen Yuan fluttered his sleeves, and the sound spread throughout the surroundings. With the final 'pop' sound, the man's body was torn out in nine ways, and scattered all over the ground.
"You know... I have fought against your head coach Yue Linyuan a long time ago." Chen Yuan tilted her head and looked in a certain direction.
The old man, who was called Mr. Umbrella, felt as if someone had stabbed him in the eyes. He was shaking all over. The paper umbrella in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.