Rong Changzi was furious: "Did you destroy my magic weapon?"
He swung his hidden lightsaber, drove away the gray black leopard, and charged towards Lin Xiaodong.
Lin Xiaodong waved his gun and let the bull come to meet him. The two men clashed with each other, holding the tips of their spears together, going back and forth, and killed twenty of them in one go.
Rong Changzi couldn't win, so he turned around and jumped out of the battle circle. He looked sideways and asked coldly: "How do you improve your marksmanship?"
Lin Xiaodong snorted: "It's just a matter of closing and opening your eyes!"
Rong Changzi slapped the gray black leopard on the back and then charged towards Lin Xiaodong.
Lin Xiaodong raised his gun to fight, and fought with Rong Changzi for another ten seconds.
After all, Rong Changzi was a Shura, and the more he fought, the braver he became, showing no sign of fatigue. Lin Xiaodong, who had been killed so early that his back was wet with sweat, became impatient, and fled with a shot.
Rong Changzi was not willing to let him go, so he grabbed the gray black leopard by its mane, rushed forward, raised his sword and stabbed Lin Xiaodong in the back of the heart.
Lin Xiaodong turned around and held up the Taiyuan golden lamp.
There was a flash of golden light, and Rong Changzi stabbed with his sword. With a hiss, his hand was burnt black, and the Hidden Light Sword melted into molten iron.
All the magic weapons and weapons were destroyed. Rong Changzi finally regained some consciousness, smiled miserably, and said to Ling Daozi: "I lost to Lin Xiaodong today, but I will never lose to you!"
Ling Daozi cried: "At this point, is this all you care about?"
Rong Changzi closed his eyes and stretched out his neck: "Let's do it."
Lin Xiaodong and Xia Qingshu both turned to look at Ling Daozi.
Ling Daozi turned away and said, "She is no longer my senior sister. She is at the mercy of the True Lord."
Xia Qingshu sighed lightly, nodded, rode a white-hoofed gray deer forward, drew out the Lingjue Sword and said: "Rong Changzi, I have spared your life, but you don't know how to repent and encourage the witches and Gu Immortals to practice evil methods, then
No wonder I don’t care about fellow students!”
When he raised his sword and dropped it, Rong Changzi's head had rolled away into the dust.
Ling Daozi closed his eyes tightly, trembled all over, and fell to the ground.
Xia Qingshu turned to look at Fu Ming and others, and said solemnly: "Peng Zhang, Master Wenjue, Rong Changzi is dead, do you want to fight again?"
Fu Ming and others had their minds eroded by the Shura method for a long time. They only had evil thoughts in their hearts. How could they repent? They each showed their weapons and said without hesitation: "Kill!"
When Xia Qingshu saw this, she became cruel and waved the Ling Jue Sword: "Kill!"
I rode in the lead and charged at Fu Ming and others. The two parties engaged in a melee.
Shi Luosong faced off against Fan Hou. The two had already fought each other before, and now they fought again, even more fiercely and using all their methods.
After fighting for twenty rounds, Shi Luosong was not his opponent, so he retreated in defeat.
Fan Hou was full of ferocity, clamped his legs, and the Purple Black Tiger looked up to the sky and roared. He caught up with him, raised his sword and stabbed.
Shi Luosong rolled on his horse, dodged the sword, turned around and waved the Nine Yin flag, blowing the Yin wind.
Fan Hou was wearing a gold suit of water and fire. He only lifted it slightly and was not injured at all. He swung his sword and slashed at Shi Luosong again.
Shi Luosong was about to die. Zhang Minggui rode the white god Qilin and charged inward. He stopped with his sword and shouted: "Repair the injury to my fellow Taoist!"
Fan Hou turned to face Zhang Minggui, and Shi Luosong turned around on horseback and came to help, two against one.
The three of them killed Shihe again, but Fan Hou was unable to defeat the four with his two fists. When he was fighting with Zhang Minggui, he unexpectedly got Shi Luosong's sword in his ribs.
A hole was stabbed in the golden coat of water and fire with a sword, and it lost its magic. Shi Luosong hurriedly raised the Jiuyin flag. When the dark wind blew, Fan Hou rolled his eyes, fell down from the tiger, and died.
Not far away, Wan Muyun was fighting fiercely with Xin Xuan, with tigers and rhinos marching in tandem, and two swords flying across the sky.
The two of them killed Fifteen He in one go, but Wan Muyun couldn't resist and turned around and fled.
Xin Xuan chased after him, but was blocked by Ma Jin: "Don't try to be cruel, I will fight you!"
Xin Xuan abandoned Wan Muyun and came to fight Ma Jin. The two lions clashed, the swords were raised at the same time, and Shihe was killed in an instant.
Wan Muyun turned the tiger's head around and came back to fight with Ma Jin to fight against Xin Xuan.
Xin Xuan fought one against two, and after fighting for fifteen rounds, he fell behind. One of them was unprepared, and Ma Jin's sword was struck in the leg.
Seeing that the three of them were anxious, Zhang Minggui and Shi Luosong also came to help fight, with four against one.
Seeing that he was trapped in a tight siege and unable to escape, Xin Xuan hurriedly used his methods. He raised his hand and knocked out the white bone needle, which turned into a red light and hit Ma Jin's face.
Seeing this, Ma Jin hurriedly fell down on the Tianshu Purple Lion, and the white bone needle was empty.
Seeing that Xin Xuan had lost his hands, Wan Muyun, Zhang Minggui, and Shi Luosong rushed forward and surrounded him.
Xin Xuan pitted one against three, fought for ten more times, cut off the Jianhai Sword, and wore eight wounds on his body. He died of exhaustion and was still riding on the rhinoceros without falling.
On the side, Ye Zezhong and Pan Taikui were fighting each other, with beasts and lions intersecting and magic swords flying.
Ye Zezhong was no match for Pan Taikui. After fighting for fifteen rounds, he realized he was losing, so he turned around and left.
Gao Tian and Bu Zhan stepped forward and stopped Pan Taikui: "Don't follow the evil path!"
Pan Taikui was condescending and disdainful: "The disciples are also here to die?"
When Gao Tianhe heard this, he was furious. He jumped up and stabbed Pan Taikui in the chest with his sword.
With a sweep of his wooden sword, Pan Taikui easily blocked Cheng Duanjian, and he and Gao Tianhe rode on each other to kill each other.
Gao Tianhe was far from Pan Taikui's rival, and was defeated before the fifth round.
Ye Zezhong turned his cavalry back, fought back, and held Pan Taikui captive.
When Ma Jin and others saw it, they each offered sacrifices to their treasures, and the Wujin Shuttle, Zhenyue Umbrella, Juexian Shuttle, and Nine Yin Flags flew together and each used them.
Pan Taikui was wrapped in a heavy treasure of light, and his body and bones were shattered into pieces together with his rider.
Ben Chengzi and Fu Ming are still fighting fiercely. They have fought for thirty rounds, and Ben Chengzi is gradually showing signs of defeat.
When Xia Qingshu saw it, she held up the Huntian bag and put away the Zhengcun sword with a flash of golden light.
Fu Ming lost his weapons and offered sacrifices to the Four Seas Bell. Xia Qingshu raised her hand and pointed, and the Hundian bag emitted a precious light again, and she also took it away.
Fu Ming's hands were empty, but he still wanted to fight again. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, opened his arms, and his whole body glowed with red light, trying to transform into the body of Shura.
When the immortals saw it, they sacrificed their spiritual treasures, white jade ring, cicada shuttle, black iron gourd, and black iron seal one after another. Fu Ming was crushed into powder before his transformation was complete.
The fierce battle was over, it was already dark, dead bodies were everywhere, and the immortals were silent.
Xia Qingshu said: "Although there are no casualties among our people, it is the immortals of Yuankou Taoism who died. It is really heartbreaking."
Ben Chengzi said: "From the day they practice evil arts, they are no longer my fellow Taoist of Yuankou."
Xia Qingshu sighed and nodded.
Lin Xiaodong got off the cow, came to Ling Daozi, and helped her up.
Ling Daozi stood up, buried his head in Lin Xiaodong's arms, his eyes were red and swollen, and ignored others.
Xia Qingshu came to Lin Xiaodong, saluted and thanked: "Thank you, Taoist Master Lin, for coming to help."
Ben Chengzi stepped forward and said, "Taoist Master Lin saved our lives again."
Lin Xiaodong looked at Lingdaozi in his arms and said to Xia Qingshu: "The matter is over, Lin will leave first."
Xia Qingshu nodded: "Thank you very much, Taoist Priest Lin and Fairy, for coming. I will definitely come to pay my respects someday."
Lin Xiaodong nodded and disappeared together with Ling Daozi.
In this fierce battle, Ling Daozi's senior brothers and sisters were killed, and all the witch and Gu immortals in Yuankou Dao were almost wiped out.
Shura magic has since disappeared among the Taoist immortals in Yuankou, but where it came from has always been a mystery.