Chapter 736: Although I Want to Kill You, But I Can't Keep You
"Of course it's delicious. Once we break your limbs, pierce your bones with iron ropes, and put heavy black iron shackles on you, we will definitely send someone to feed you in person!"
After the words fell, Tao Ying tiptoed, she was in mid-air, her long sword was unsheathed, and the heavy sword slashed in the air with a loud and violent sound.
boom.
The sword fell towards the monk in white.
The violent and domineering sword energy, carried by the strong wind, caused the faces of Yang Fan and others to change color.
The grandmaster who has changed blood seven times is so powerful!
Yang Fan was even more frightened. If Eunuch Li hadn't lost his vitality and blood, he wouldn't have been able to exert his due strength. I'm afraid he would have been pinched to death long ago!
"My Buddha is compassionate and compassionate to the world."
Unexpectedly, the monk in white showed a compassionate expression on his face, and a huge golden light emerged around him, blossoming like lotus flowers.
With a clicking sound, the sword slashed half a foot above his head, just like the arrow just now. It seemed that there was some kind of strange force field around the monk in white, which made it impossible to
Get close to his true form!
Tao Ying's expression did not change, and she sneered: "It turns out that you are an eminent monk from the Seventh Level of Buddha Realm who is traveling in spirit! Our family has underestimated you! It seems that you are called a Buddhist, which is not too much. With your age, given the time,
, I’m afraid that I can’t really become a Buddha.”
After saying that, a flush of blood suddenly appeared on his face.
It was a manifestation of the movement of Qi and blood to the extreme. A masculine and powerful wave of Qi and blood rose up from his body, like a red haze rising straight into the sky!
"But this alone is not enough for you to be rampant in front of our family! Kill!"
With a loud shout, Tao Ying's hand holding the knife suddenly twisted, causing obvious cracks to appear on the golden lotuses in the sky.
Click click click.
Continuous cracking sounds sounded, and the golden lotus flowers that had originally blocked Tao Ying and the white-robed monks instantly turned into fragments all over the sky, and gradually disappeared.
boom!
The knife was in front of the white-robed monk in an instant.
The white-clothed monk's eyes moved slightly, and his body scurried back strangely. His hands were still clasped together, but something changed around him. Numerous arms suddenly appeared behind him. There were dense eyes on the arms. There were gold rings on his wrists and in his hands.
They were holding various weapons.
Bodhisattva with Thousand Arms and Thousand Eyes!
This is clearly a divine soul body!
It is similar to the master who is formed by the seven times of Taoism. The Taoism condenses the Tao, and the Buddhism refines the Dharma body!
"Amitabha!"
A Buddha's name came out of his mouth.
In an instant, golden thunder exploded around him.
The stall owners and factory guards in the east factory all felt as if they had been struck by lightning, their spirits were shaken, and their eyes were glazed over for a moment. The remaining monks saw the opportunity and fled quickly.
"Roar!"
At this time, a ferocious ape suddenly jumped out from above Tao Ying's head, roared, and vibrated energy and blood in all directions. The strong energy and blood shock caused the people in Dongchang to finally come to their senses.
"Don't let anyone go!"
Tao Ying ordered all Dongchang personnel to dispatch and launch a pursuit.
And he stared at the monk in white, and the two of them clashed instantly. The monk in white actually fought with Tao Ying with his divine soul body!
Like thunder and fire from heaven and earth.
Yang Fan endured the shock and chased deep into the mountain forest with Sun Rong and others. Due to the difficult terrain, they abandoned their horses and walked instead.
Those monks are so thieves.
After a few flashes, he disappeared into the forest. If his bald head hadn't been too bright and some reflections could be seen through the thick tree trunks and grass, he might have been out of pursuit.
Yang Fan moved very quickly, and soon there was no one around him.
Whoosh.
At this moment, there was a sound of clothes rustling from the top of the treetop, a black figure suddenly jumped down from the tree, and a fierce-looking monk rushed towards Yang Fan.
Without saying a word, he directly grabbed Yang Fan's throat with a sharp claw. Looking at the sharpness of his fingertips, if he was caught, his neck would be broken.
Cruel enough!
Yang Fan took a step back with an expressionless expression, and with a single slash of the sword, he took advantage of the moment when the vicious monk was avoiding the light of the sword, and suddenly rushed forward!
Click.
He almost ran into the monk's arms, hit him hard on the heart with his elbow, raised his sword casually, and instantly cut him into two pieces from small to top.
"What a fast knife!"
The expression on the monk's face was completely frozen.
"You're just a tiger who has just gained strength, but he still dares to sneak attack me."
Yang Fan knelt down and began to search for the remains of the monk. He didn't know whether it was because he was busy escaping, but he only had a booklet with him.
"Arhat Changquan."
At first glance, it looks like an ordinary boxing technique.
Yang Fan put it away with a slight regret. Just when he was about to stand up, he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind him, and he rushed forward without hesitation.
The vertical golden light technique!
boom!
After more than ten meters, he immediately turned around and looked at the place where he had just stood. He saw a nine-foot-tall bald monk pulling out a handy shovel from the ground!
I saw that the shovel was made of black cast iron, and the huge shovel head was as sharp as a big axe. If Yang Fan hadn't dodged quickly, I'm afraid the shovel head could have easily penetrated his body.
Extremely ferocious and cruel!
Looking at the boiling qi and blood fluctuations, it must be at the level of more than five blood transfusions!
An innate martial artist!
He actually hid in the dark and made a sneak attack!
Yang Fan felt that he was already very stubborn, but he didn't expect that the other party was even more extreme than him.
The bald monk picked up the shovel and looked down at Yang Fan, who was about ten meters away. He gave a ferocious smile and said with amazement in his eyes: "Little guy, you can run fast! Never heard of the old saying, poor fellows.
Chase and don’t enter the woods!"
"I've never heard that you should not chase down evildoers. I've only heard about eradicating evildoers."
Yang Fan believed that he could no longer be looked down upon culturally by a monk, so he retorted unceremoniously.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
"Really? Let me see that monk today! You are so weak that you dare to say such big words!" The ferocious monk sneered.
Facing a ferocious monk at the level of an innate martial artist, Yang Fan also clenched his long sword with a serious look on his face, then stepped forward and slashed towards the tall bald monk.
"kill!"
He was the first to attack!
The voice is huge, the tongue is as bright as a lotus, and it is like thunder.
"No matter how loud you scream, it's of no use, you still have to die!"
The bald monk faced Yang Fan who was coming to attack him. He waved the eight-foot-long shovel unceremoniously and stabbed Yang Fan violently.
There was a loud explosion in the air, showing the power of this shovel!
However, as soon as he swung the shovel, his body stiffened suddenly, and a strong pain suddenly came from the back of his neck.
He suddenly covered his throat, only to see a pitch-black sword appear at an unknown moment, and silently penetrated from the back of his neck instantly, like a black dragon, and then emerged completely.
The blood surged instantly, and it was beyond his ability to cover it up with his hands.
"you you……"
No lightsaber!
Astonishingly, it crushed the bald monk's neck, and finally fell lightly into Yang Fan's hands.
Yang Fan looked at the disbelieving monk with a shy look on his face, and sighed: "You are very strong. I'm afraid I can't beat you, so I have to use tricks. You probably won't mind."
"Besides, you just said something wrong. Loud voice is not useless, at least it can cover up the sound of my sword."