I originally wanted to crush them with numbers, but ended up being completely crushed.
The three of them were sweating profusely and ran away.
But however.
A thousand yellow hairs worked in pairs, practicing skills, and five hundred rotating light balls condensed out in an instant.
"Oh damn, take the kidney sweet..."
"Oh damn, take the kidney sweet..."
"..."
A uniform voice came from the mouths of a thousand people, and five hundred Rasengans were thrown directly at these thirty people.
moment.
Thirty people turned to ashes.
"Fairy beast, come out."
Another elder was facing a monk wearing cassocks.
This monk seemed ordinary, but the elder did not underestimate the enemy and summoned his contracted fairy beast from the beginning.
When the fairy beast appears, its momentum is overwhelming.
He jumped up high, spread out his sharp claws and grabbed at the monk.
In an instant, he caught the monk in his hands.
The old man's expression changed when he saw this, and he quickly shouted: "Kill him."
The immortal beast snorted, and with a fierce look in its eyes, it was about to scratch the monk into pieces.
However.
The monk suddenly raised his head and looked at it, and a moaning sound continued to come from his mouth full of saliva.
"Both humans and fairies are born from mothers. The difference is that humans are born from human mothers, while monsters are born from monsters... What's your mother's surname?"
"Being a monster is like being a human being. You must have a kind heart. With a kind heart, you are no longer a monster, but a human monster."
As soon as the voice fell, the immortal beast's face continued to twitch, feeling a mysterious force destroying its Taoist heart. It went crazy holding its head, picked up a knife on the ground, and thrust it into its heart.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the immortal beast committed suicide and died.
As the contracted beast died, the old man's eyes widened and he suffered backlash, and he also spat out a mouthful of blood.
The monk looked at him again.
The old man couldn't help but tremble, his heart was shaking violently, and his eyes were full of fear.
"Donor, what's your mother's surname?"
Finally, the monk's voice came out again.
"Pfft."
Another mouthful of old blood vomited out, and the old man became crazy, took out a dagger, and committed suicide.
The moment the old man fell to the ground, another monk wearing a dharma hat, cassock and holding a fly whisk rose up to the sky.
"You have such a small skill, but you dare to try to outdo others."
"The mighty heavenly dragon, the great Lo Dharma mantra, the Prajna Buddhas, the Prajna Bama..."
"The mighty heavenly dragon, World Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Bama Kong..."
The voice fell.
Ruins on the ground exploded.
Two old men from Bai Yang Zhen Palace died immediately under the rubble.
In the sky.
A man holding a bow and arrow pulled the bow and shot an arrow in one go. Three old men from Baiyang Zhen Palace were directly penetrated by the bow and arrow, but the arrows flew away in the air.
Seeing this scene, Wu Changan, who was lying on the recliner, jumped up in fright.
"This guy isn't going to bring down the sun, is he?"
Fortunately.
It didn't go as he expected.
"Fortunately, these wood carvings were only made by Master before, and are not high-quality products. If his high-quality products were taken out, I'm afraid the sun would really disappear."
He patted his chest, showed an expression of relief, and lay down on the recliner again.
Seeing that so many people on his side had died just after the battle, Lu Zhengyi stared with solemn eyes.
"We can't continue fighting like this. Everyone listen to my order, gather together, form a formation and launch the True Yang Strike." Lu Zhengyi shouted loudly.
Hear the words.
All the masters flew towards Lu Zhengyi and quickly arrived behind Lu Zhengyi, lining up in the word "all".
"Form up!"
The leader, Lu Zheng, drank one by one and punched out his fingerprints quickly.
At the same time, the palms of all the masters from Baiyang Zhen Palace all landed on the person in front, using this as a starting point to concentrate their power on Lu Zhengyi.
this moment.
Lu Zheng's hair stood up, his eyes flashed red, and his whole body was full of momentum.
"Immortal magic, a true Yang strike."
As he shouted loudly, a beam of light as scorching as the scorching sun was condensed in his hands and shot out.
"boom!"
When this blow was struck, the color of the world changed.
As the light beam was being fired, it grew larger and larger, filling the entire smoke-filled battlefield with light.
After executing this attack, Lu Zheng and the others all turned pale, obviously they had consumed a lot of energy.
Their eyes were staring at this beam of light, full of expectation.
If nothing else happens, this blow should be able to destroy most of the wooden sculptures.
But at this moment, a man with a sword at his waist, long hair tied behind his head, a slender but not rough figure, and a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows suddenly appeared.
His movements are elegant and flowing, he is really like a man like the wind!
Immediately afterwards, he waved his long sword and faced the attack from the True Sun.
"Huh, looking for death."
Seeing this scene, Lu Zhengyi and others made disdainful sounds.
Anyone who dares to face their true sun attack like this is undoubtedly seeking death.
But the next moment.
It made them dumbfounded.
"Hasa, hasa, hasa give..."
The man shouted loudly and waved his sword at the same time, erecting a huge wind wall in front of him.
As soon as Zhenyang hit the wind wall, it disappeared without even raising a wave.