Under the attack of the King of Thousand Faces, almost none of Zhengdao's masters could withstand ten moves, and the weaker ones almost all defeated Bei in one blow.
The reason why it has been able to survive until now is that the heroes of the Righteous Path are not afraid of life and death and use the human sea tactic to distract the Thousand-faced Dharma King. But even if they do it to the extreme, they can only save one life.
Even Si Luochao couldn't help but feel despair at this moment. He knew that the only way to break the situation at this time was to escape separately. No matter how powerful the Thousand-faced Dharma King was, he could not catch them all alone.
But at the same time, Si Luochao also knew that Jin Yiwei was ambushing outside. If they escaped in a hurry at this time, they would inevitably run into the trap designed by the other party.
There was a wolf in front of him and a tiger behind him. Si Luochao really had no choice but to despair. He was even ready to die as a martyr.
At this moment, the Thousand-faced Dharma King was not in a hurry to kill people, but began to play with them like a cat catching a mouse. His ghostly figure loomed in the darkness, accompanied by a weird laughter, and the devil seemed to be everywhere.
There were nearly thirty righteous masters when they came, but now there are only twelve left. They formed a circle with their backs facing each other, always on guard against the sneak attacks of the Thousand-Faced Dharma King.
Suddenly, a bloody mouth opened violently in the red mist in front of Si Luochao. All the knights looked stern and waved their weapons one after another. Several strands of true energy merged into one place, forming a powerful tornado of air.
It rushed straight into the bloody mouth.
Hearing a muffled thunderous roar, the bloody mouth exploded, and immediately turned into a thick mist of blood, which directly drowned everyone. Si Luochao's heart sank. In the red mist, it was difficult to see his fingers, even if he was close.
My companions in Chichi couldn't see clearly either.
Si Luochao was about to open his mouth and call everyone to get closer. Suddenly, the red mist in front of him seemed to be torn apart and spread out from both sides. A dark green hand suddenly flew out and grabbed his neck tightly.
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Si Luochao's eyes widened, and the long sword in his hand was knocked to the ground. He could no longer resist, and had no choice but to let the Thousand-faced Dharma King clamp his neck and take away his life bit by bit.
My life is at an end - Si Luochao closed his eyes sadly.
And just when the Thousand-faced Dharma King was sure of victory and was about to kill Si Luochao, his face under the mask suddenly twitched, and then he immediately let go of his hand and retreated backwards, almost as if fleeing.
The second the Thousand-faced Dharma King retreated, a sword energy descended from the sky like the light of dawn, crashing to the ground, creating a domineering wind and wave, and dispersing the confusing blood mist in the blink of an eye.
All the knights, as if they had been granted amnesty, looked towards the place where the sword light fell, and saw an ordinary long sword on the ground.
Si Luochao clutched his chest and breathed rapidly. He looked intently at the sword, and the pressure in his heart suddenly disappeared.
"Uncle Master" Si Luochao showed a weak smile.
When everyone heard his call, they were all shocked. The only person in the world who could be called uncle by Si Luochao seemed to be the great elder on Wudang Mountain.
Everyone cast their gazes in the direction Si Luochao was looking. On the eaves on the west side of the courtyard, Wudang Grand Elder Shang Yangzi stood looking at the moon. His white beard on his temples moved with the wind. He was wearing a Taoist robe with clear black and white.
Qi arises spontaneously.
"Go to Yoko!"
Thousand-faced Dharma King gritted his teeth and shouted the name of the Great Elder. At this moment, the expression under his mask had turned into a terrifying distortion. He sneered and said: "You old guy, it's a coincidence. I thought you and
That old man Qi Yunzi plans to stay in the mountains for the rest of his life."
The sword fingers held by Shangyangzi's right hand were slightly bent, and the long sword inserted into the ground trembled violently, then rose into the sky, streaking a bright star in the night sky, and was finally held in his hand.
Faced with the provocation of the Thousand-faced Dharma King, Shang Yangzi didn't take it to heart at all. He turned to look at Si Luochao and said: "Xuantan, when you fight against the devil, you are seriously injured. Please meditate quickly to avoid injuries."
Aggravated."
"Yes, uncle."
Under the surprised gazes of all the knights, Si Luochao actually obeyed Shang Yangzi's instructions and sat down cross-legged in front of Thousand-faced Dharma King, meditating and circulating the true energy in his body to heal his injuries.
Shang Yangzi's arrogant speech and Si Luochao's indifferent actions were undoubtedly great provocations to the Thousand-faced Dharma King.
He snorted coldly, raised his hand to stir up the wind and waves, and struck Si Luochao with a powerful palm.
As soon as Shang Yangzi stepped forward, his figure floated down like a willow leaf, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out. The wind and waves suddenly stopped, and the gravel and flying rocks that rained down in the air were all like
The time that was stopped fell into a strange stagnation in mid-air.
After a moment, the sand and stone bricks fell down. Shang Yangzi slowly put down his sword and glanced at Qianmian Dharma King blankly: "Qianmian, you have regressed again."
"Niubi, you are seeking death!"
Shang Yangzi's words hit the sore spot of the Thousand-faced Dharma King. He thrust out both palms angrily. In an instant, the walls on both sides of the courtyard shattered like a mountain avalanche. A strong wind swept around like a wave, and a sludge-like real
Qi began to rise crazily from his feet in a whirlpool shape.
Shangyangzi's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his hand to draw a circle in front of him with his sword. The black and white zhenqi condensed into the shape of a Tai Chi diagram and slowly rotated in front of him.
The Thousand-faced Dharma King shouted wildly and pushed out his palms. The explosion was deafening. The filthy Qi was like a crazy flying snake. The layers were piled up to a disgusting level. The knights looked at it in horror. Only the three-foot-tall figure was visible.
The air waves roared in.
It was as if Shang Yangzi hadn't seen it. The Tai Chi diagram pointed by Jian Feng was still spinning slowly. It wasn't until the air wave reached him that he raised his eyebrows slightly.
Ding!
Only a crisp sword sound was heard, and the Tai Chi diagram in front of Yangzi suddenly expanded from four feet to three feet in length and width. The mud-like air waves hit it, and it turned out to be like a spring in a stream.
The towering dam cannot be shaken at all.
The Thousand-faced Dharma King paused, and the expression on his face became increasingly gloomy. Shang Youzi slowly swung his sword and drew a circle in the opposite direction, and the Tai Chi diagram in front of him suddenly stopped.
After a sudden shattering sound, the huge Tai Chi Diagram collapsed, and the fragments turned into thousands of swords. In an instant, the darkness of the night was dispersed, and everyone looked at it as if they were in daylight.
The sword energy was like flowers that dazzled the eyes, and it was like a galaxy on the ground. After Yangzi's sword fell, the sword light exploded, turning the attack of the Thousand-faced Dharma King into nothingness in an instant, and the starlight all over the sky instantly
It engulfs.
All the knights held their breath and stared straight ahead. They heard a burst of unwilling fury, and then a cloud of dust-like Qi rolled up, rushing away thousands of swords. Among them, the Thousand-faced Dharma King,
His black robe was torn, revealing his empty left arm.
Afterwards, the Thousand-faced Dharma King did not stay much longer, but scolded Shang Yangzi while rushing towards the distance.
Shang Yangzi sheathed his sword and did not pursue him. Su Xiuxiu came forward and congratulated him: "Senior Shang Yangzi is very skilled in martial arts. He was able to chop off one of the demon's arms and make him flee. I admire him."
Facing Su Xiuxiu's compliment, Shang Yangzi just shook his head: "Master Su has given you too much praise. Qianmian's left arm was chopped off many years ago, and the old Taoist just kept his prosthetic arm.
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Everyone couldn't help but be shocked when they heard the secrets of the world. The left arm of the Thousand-faced Dharma King turned out to be fake. But even so, the other party was still able to play with the self-proclaimed masters like children. The devil