How could Huang Qianzhong be willing to watch his daughter being hurt?
A cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, he snorted heavily, and walked over like a ghost.
The warriors of the Beiyou family only felt that Huang Caiwei had disappeared in front of their eyes.
The spear he stabbed with force sank into the ground.
Then, the warrior of the Beiyou Family saw Huang Qianzhong's claws enlarging in his field of vision, grabbing straight at his neck.
Seeing that Huang Qianzhong was about to catch the warrior of the Beiyou family, Shi Huaixin stepped forward lightly, and the protective energy around him surged, knocking Huang Qianzhong away.
Shi Huaixin looked at Huang Qianzhong, clasped his hands and sighed: "Death, don't kill again in vain... Amitabha..."
At this time, there were no less than fifty undead people who had died in the hands of men of the third grade of Lanyan.
Even with the body-protecting aura, the man of the third grade of Blue Flame was covered in blood, his whole body was full of murderous aura, and his eyes were full of fierce evil aura.
There were more than a hundred undead, but less than thirty were left at this time.
The undead were frightened by the killing and began to retreat subconsciously.
With the Beiyou War Hero with the third-grade blue flame in the display space, Teng Naojian's offensive became more and more fierce.
The spear of Beiyou War Hero was flying up and down, and the broken limbs and broken arms were flying around. Wherever the light of the spear touched, blood spilled into the sky.
The undead who didn't have time to retreat were either split in half by the force of the spear's swing, or when they jumped up and ran away, they were dismembered in the air by the spears drawn out by Bei You Zhanxiong with a shaking arm.
Upon seeing this, the other warriors of the Beiyou family immediately dispersed and formed a surrounding circle to block the undead who wanted to escape.
Some undead wanted to jump out of the encirclement and escape. Beiyou, who was watching in all directions and listening in all directions, immediately abandoned his opponent and rushed towards him, waving his spear in the air and firing a bloody explosion in the air.
That posture made it clear that they were not going to let any undead escape today.
Beiyou Zhanxiong twisted his waist and landed on the ground. The tip of his spear moved downwards, splitting the undead in front of him in half. His other arm was not idle, and he struck an undead marquis in the back with a sharp palm wind.
He beat him until he vomited blood and flew away.
The undead Marquis, who was slapped away by Beiyou War Hero, rushed towards Ximen Hunter uncontrollably.
puff!
Ximen Lie pierced the opponent's head with one claw, and at the same time bent his other hand like an eagle's claw. With a "pop" sound, it pierced the opponent's heart. With a swing of his arm, he swept away the screaming corpse, and then dodged and pounced on it.
He picked up another undead count who wanted to take the time to slip away.
By this time, the situation had turned into a one-sided massacre.
The remaining undead were panicking and resisting desperately, looking extremely tragic under the burning firelight.
Huang Qianzhong's eyes were about to burst, and he stared at Shi Huaixin with blood-red eyes and screamed: "Damn bald donkey, doesn't Buddhism emphasize the equality of all living beings? Are my people not living beings in the world? You watched them being slaughtered, is this what it is?"
What do you mean by treating everyone equally?"
The letter of relief looked around the field, with unconcealable compassion in his eyes.
The fire burned along the withered grass to his feet. The sleeves of Shi Huaixin's loose monk robe swung, and a burst of air pressure instantly suppressed the burning fire, leaving only a curl of green smoke.
Then he clasped his hands together, and the Buddha's chant sounded like a Sanskrit sound: "Amitabha!"
The Buddha's voice echoed in the dense forest, adding a sense of peace to the bloody fire.
The fighting is still going on The fighting is still going on.
Beiyou Zhanxiong stabbed an undead count through the heart with a spear, and then kicked the screaming undead count away.
He held the gun in his hand and glanced at the letter of relief not far away. The blood stained on the gun blade turned into a stream of blood beads and flew away. The tip of the gun shone coldly under the firelight.
Covered in blood, with blood beads hanging from the corners of his eyebrows, the Beiyou warrior stood with a gun, like a god of murder.
He looked at the compassionate letter and snorted coldly, then shook his head, brandished his spear and rushed towards the remaining undead who were fighting against the trapped beasts.
Huang Qianzhong trembled all over and roared: "Old bald donkey, if you can save my people, I will obey you... Otherwise, even if you imprison me until death, I will not be convinced. If I find a chance, I will definitely
kill you……"
"Amitabha...good, good, good..."
Xie Huaixin shook his head slightly and sighed, then swayed and stepped forward.
He waved his sleeves, and a strong force of energy blocked Ximen Lie.
The undead count who was being chased by Ximen Hunter suddenly found his life and fled into the darkness nearby.
However, he failed to escape successfully. Before he could escape a few steps, Shi Huaixin's fierce energy suppressed him.
The undead count fell to the ground with a "thud".
Ximen Lie looked at Shi Huaixin with cold eyes, the iron claws in his hands shone with a cold light: "Master, what do you want to do?"
Xie Huaixin clasped his hands together and said, "Please have mercy on me and let me take these undead people back to Shaolin for salvation."
Beiyou War Hero strode over, dragging his spear, and said in a loud voice: "Those who are not from our race must have different hearts. Don't you understand this, master? Do you think you can make these evildoers change their ways and become good?"
Xie Huaixin said: "I will do my best."
"You're doing your best." Beiyou Zhanxiong snorted and asked aggressively, "If they escape and hurt someone, can you bear the responsibility?"
Xie Huaixin said: "Shaolin Temple will not allow this to happen."
Beiyou Zhanxiong interrupted directly: "In the past two days, within a hundred kilometers of your Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains Province, no less than fifty people were sucked into mummies. Judging from the symptoms, it was the work of the undead."
He took two steps closer to Shi Huai Xin: "Excuse me, Master, where were you when those people were being massacred?"
Shi Huaixin was slightly startled, glanced at Huang Qianzhong subconsciously, then clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, is this accurate?"
Ximen Lie sneered: "Recently, Jedi beasts have been appearing in Qingling. We have been ordered to seal Qingling. The four major families are paying attention to the movements of aliens. The news that the undead are killing the people is absolutely true."
Beiyou War Hero said with murderous intent: "I have been ordered to set up a defense line in Qingling to prevent the Jedi aliens from breaking through the defense line. Since these monsters have fallen into my hands, I have absolutely no reason to watch them leave..."
He waved his hand: "Kill!"
As soon as the words fell, the warriors of the Beiyou family began to compress the encirclement, and the warriors of the Ximen family also began to approach the remaining undead at Ximen Lie's signal.
Huang Qianzhong looked at the letter of relief with a joking expression.
Xie Huaixin let out a long sigh and then said: "I promise that as long as you hand over these undead people in the field to me, they will never step out of Shaolin again in their lives."
Beiyou Zhanxiong sneered disdainfully: "It's simply the most ridiculous thing in the world."
Seeing the warriors from both families rushing forward to kill him, he sighed and blocked the way.