Chapter 601 The three women each show their talents
After receiving the affirmation, Azi was filled with joy: "Thank you brother-in-law for the compliment, I will work hard!"
When the two of them were talking, Zhitong, Mao Tai, the Four Great Vajras and the six others were all stunned, with incredible expressions on their faces.
AhZi's attack just now was too fast, and it transformed into dozens of phantoms.
The swordsmanship of killing dozens of people with one blow was so unbelievable that none of Zhitong and the others could react in time to help.
"I made a mistake..." Zhitong murmured, his fat figure trembling.
After coming back to his senses, he looked at Qin Ran and others with a cautious expression.
He said in a deep voice: "Which sect of swordsmen are you? Why are you an enemy of Ciyun Temple?"
"Sword Immortal?" Qin Ran chuckled: "You monks, you really put a lot of money on your faces. You are still a mortal, but you are still a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from becoming an immortal. You can only refine a flying sword.
You dare to call yourself a swordsman, you are really shameless."
"We don't dare to be as shameless as you." Long'er said leisurely: "We are just ordinary sword cultivators with no skills or sect. We just can't see that you are weak in strength but occupy such a good treasure land, so we
I came to you to test the sword and grab a place to stay."
Zhitong's face was extremely ugly, "It turns out that we are from the same sect! Since they are all heretical sects that cannot be tolerated by the righteous way, why do they still kill each other?"
"Who is in the same sect with you? Stop putting gold in your own face." Huanwan said disdainfully: "If we are in the same sect as you, shameless, brainless and incurable 250 people, wouldn't we be very out of character?"
Ah Zi helped: "That's right, you guys, the bad guys are not elegant at all. Saying that we are your comrades is simply an insult to us!"
"You!" Zhitong gritted his teeth in anger,
Pointing at Ah Zi, Huan Huan said: "Buddha is a direct descendant of Wutai, a disciple of Patriarch Hunyuan, how can you insult him arbitrarily! You two sharp-tongued bastards, when Buddha takes you down, you have to..."
"Okay, please stop saying a few words." Qin Ran suddenly spoke, interrupting Zhitong's conversation, "Wu'er, Mao Tai is yours. Azi, you kill the four kings. Long'er, you go and meet Zhitong. I
I'll hold on to you."
Huanwen just said yes and smiled brightly at Mrs. Mao: "Mr. Mao, you have a disciple named Zhang Liang, right? He was in the capital of Shu just now, and he accidentally killed him!"
"What?" Mao Tai was shocked, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Zhang Liang and he were called master and disciple, but they were actually gay friends. He accepted Zhang Liang as his disciple because he loved Zhang Liang's male sex. At this time, he heard the bad news about Zhang Liang.
Suddenly his eyes turned red and he was furious.
"Bitch,
Take your life!" In the roar,
Mao Tai flicked his hand and released the "Red Yin Sword" given by his master, the golden-bodied Arhat Fayuan. It turned into a yellow sword light and stabbed Hanhan quickly.
Huanwan had a charming smile on her face, but she didn't dare to be careless in her heart. She stepped on the waves, her body was a shadow, and while she was walking around to dodge the sword light, she stretched out her slender hand and grabbed Mao Tai from afar.
When she grabbed it, a dense claw suddenly flew out from her palm, filled with demonic energy, and her finger bones were like hooks, flying through the air and grabbing at the top of Mao Tai's head.
When Huanwan and Mao Tai were fighting, Long'er pulled out the Fire Lin Sword and hooked his fingers at Zhitong: "Monk Thief, I heard that you have refined three flying swords? Release them all so that I can see them!"
Zhitong was extremely angry and laughed back: "You little girl who doesn't know the heights of the world! Lord Buddha will let you have a taste of his power!" As he spoke, he slapped the back of his head and released three sword lights. He divided his troops into three groups and attacked Long'er like lightning.
Long Er's spirit perked up and he shouted: "Well done!" He stabbed three swords in a row and blocked three rays of sword light.
The Fire Lin Sword and the sword light collided, erupting into a brilliant rain of light. Long Er felt his wrists were slightly numb, and thought to himself: "As expected of a monk, the sword light is so powerful!"
With her current strength, even if a stone the size of a small hut fell from a hundred-foot-high cliff and hit her sword with a huge force, it would still not cause her wrist to go numb. However, Zhitong's three skills seemed light and airy.
The sword light, three strikes, can make her wrist feel numb, which shows its ability.
Long Er didn't dare to be careless. After blocking the three sword lights, before the three sword lights struck again, the Fire Lin Sword pointed at Zhitong in the distance. The light and shadow on the sword flashed and shot out one after another brilliant sword lights, hitting Zhitong one after another.
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"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Zhitong has never seen this kind of swordsmanship that does not release the flying sword, but uses the sword to fire sword light and continuously bombards him. He was suddenly shocked and did not care to stab Long'er with the flying sword again. He recalled three sword lights and danced around him.
It must be watertight and block Long Er's sword light bombardment.
Seeing that Master was in a hurry, the four King Kongs quickly released a dim sword light that was neither gray nor white, and attacked Long'er separately.
Ah Zi sneered: "You are mine!" She pulled out her long sheath again, transformed into four phantoms, and blocked four sword lights at the same time.
At this point, Long'er, Huanwan, and Azi all faced their respective opponents, using their own methods to fight the six monks in a wonderful way.
Qin Ran stood aside and watched, giving advice from time to time.
"Long'er, when the sword light is bombarding, don't always go straight. You can attack the flanks or even the back."
"Wu'er, your magic strategy has been blended with a wisp of sinister energy that I captured for you, which can contaminate the flying sword. Mao Taifei's sword is not of high quality and is easily contaminated and loses its spirituality. You must break his flying sword first.
He can only be at your mercy."
"Azi, don't be afraid of fighting with the four flying swords. Although your sword is an ordinary sword, the quality of their flying swords is also quite average. You hold a long sword in your hand, and your true energy is concentrated on the sword body, which is full of strength. They
Their flying thrusts are not strong enough to cut through your sword, but you will have a chance to break their swords."
Under Qin Ran's guidance, Long'er, Huanwan, and Azi became more courageous as they fought.
At first, because they were not familiar with the monk's fighting style, they were slightly behind. After slowly adapting, they gradually regained the balance and fought evenly with their opponents. After fighting for a while, they got guidance from Qin Ran, and they themselves also improved in actual combat.
With a lot of insights and experiences, they became more and more comfortable in fighting, and began to suppress their opponents in turn.
Long'er no longer stood at a stand and fired sword light. Instead, he stepped on the waves and transformed into a phantom, wandering around in all directions. At the same time, he kept firing sword light, attacking Zhitong from all directions. The sword light no longer came straight, but flew out in a ray.
An arc, attacking Zhitong's key points from various tricky angles.
Huanwan no longer pursues the pursuit of hitting the opponent's body, but flies to catch Mao Tai's sword light, first breaking his flying sword, and then taking his life. Mao Tai did not dare to let the flying sword be caught by Huanhan's demon claws, and was beaten to the point where he was helpless.
, extremely frustrated.
Azi put aside her worries, opened and closed her long sword, and collided with the flying swords of the four Vajras repeatedly, emitting sharp clashes of gold and iron, and splashing out countless dazzling sparks. Under the sword clash,
Although her long sword hit countless mung bean-sized gaps, the flying swords of the four kings also became incomplete, and the sword light became dimmer.
