The strongest Red-faced Dharma King was restrained, and the pressure on the three holy monks of Mount Wutai was greatly reduced.
No matter how the Ancient Capital Dharma King, the Golden Bell Dharma King, and the Master of the Dao Nan Sutra attacked, the three holy monks still clung to the defense line and did not try to kill the three of them. They just spent their time there waiting for the three elders or the three great scholars of the Shenxiao Sect.
Defeat the opponent and return support.
It has to be said that this approach is exactly what he wants. The master of Caihui Sutra, who has restrained the three elders of the Shenxiao Sect, has already declined to the limit, and it will not take long before he will break down.
Kapok Sutra's situation is better, but not much better. Behind the scenes, the situation is exhausted.
"Two junior brothers, we don't seek merit, but we seek no faults. As long as the three Tao brothers can deal with their opponents, these people will be unable to escape."
Monk Huiyan has a majestic appearance, long eyebrows hanging on his chest, and a golden hammer in each hand, just like the Arhats in the temple.
Huizhi and Huitong heard the sound, and placed immeasurable Buddha light on their backs. One held the golden pagoda and the other held the golden bell. If an enemy came up, they would step forward to contain it. When the invincible came up, they would guard the void. They were really not in a hurry at all.
The monk is not in a hurry, but the ancient capital Dharma King and the others are in a hurry. They cannot fight one on one. If the experts from the Confucian and Taoist families are to encircle them again, 80% of them will have to answer here today.
The Red-faced Dharma King also knew this, and he used all the moves in his hands in a desperate attempt to defeat Liu Hong in the shortest possible time, and then work together with the three of them to break through the blockade.
Liu Hong's strength was much weaker than that of the Red-Faced King. The two of them, one a warrior and the other a physical saint, were beaten violently by thunderbolts. After a few rounds, Liu Hong was suppressed.
Looking at the laborious look, I'm afraid that if I don't get it together, I will be defeated at the hands of the Red-faced Dharma King.
"The situation is not good. If Liu Hong is defeated first and lets the Red-faced Dharma King join the three of them, and the four of them practice attacking the three holy monks, there is no chance that the four of them will escape."
Wu Shan muttered and turned to look at Wang Xu.
Wang Xu knew what he meant, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter if you run away. The master of the Moluo Sutra is dead, and if you lose the master of the Kapok Sutra and the master of the Caihui Sutra, the masters of the White Lotus Sect in Yangzhou will be gone in an instant.
Half of it, it will be difficult to stir up trouble."
The corner of Wu Shan's mouth twitched and he sighed: "In this case, wouldn't it mean that we have not done our best?"
Wang Xu didn't answer, since he wouldn't take action again anyway, and Wu Shan said it was useless to break the sky.
After saying a few words, seeing that Wang Xu didn't talk at all, Wu Shan couldn't help it: "Mr. Wang, please give Liu Hong a helping hand. Xiao Wang was ordered to wipe out the White Lotus Sect in Yangzhou. When he rewards according to his merits, he will not
Forget the credit sir."
It is Wu Shan's responsibility to exterminate the White Lotus Sect in Yangzhou. If he can succeed before the third and fifth princes do, it will also impress the emperor today.
Wu Shan himself did not have the support of his mother's family, and his influence in the government and the opposition was not as good as that of the other two princes. He cherished this opportunity very much.
It's a pity that Wang Xu didn't care about Wu Shan's interests at all, and replied calmly: "No, the White Lotus Sect may have masters hiding in secret. If I leave, who will protect the safety of His Highness. Your Highness doesn't need to say anymore, I promised
Teacher wants to protect you, you won't make it difficult for me, right?"
"you..."
Thinking of these days, he had a big banquet every three days and a small banquet every five days, but Wang Xu didn't appreciate it at all, Wu Shan felt angry for a while.
"Why, Your Highness still has some advice?"
Wang Xu raised his head slightly, with a cold look in his eyes, and snorted: "I'm not your lackey, don't talk to me in a commanding tone."
The situation was stronger than the people. Wu Shan was filled with dissatisfaction and had to suppress it at this time.
After all, he is just a low-ranking prince. A Confucian rookie like Wang Xu is destined to have an unlimited future, so there is no need to be afraid of him as a prince.
"Humph, I guess you know the truth."
Seeing that Wu Shan had suppressed his anger, Wang Xu looked away indifferently.
Strength determines vision. There are not many things he cares about now. Only top leaders such as the White Lotus Cult Leader, West Lake Dragon Lord, Four Bodhisattvas, and the Headmaster of the Shenxiao Sect are worthy of his attention.
Going down, not to mention princes like Wu Shan, he is not afraid of even Emperor Wu. Without sixth-level strength, there are few people who can do anything to him.
What's more, after the Three Character Classic, Zhu Chengxue was also released by Wang Xu.
As long as Neo-Confucianism shines brightly, as the founder of the school, it is natural for Wang Xu to become a Confucian scholar. When the time comes, there will be a few people in the world who can impress him.
"die!"
They broke up unhappy here, but there was a fierce fight on the battlefield over there.
Master Caihui Sutra, who had been holding on for a long time, was struck by a palm thunder seal on his chest. Before he could hit the ground, Tianling Gai was struck again by the Five Thunder Seal.
At this moment, the master of the Caihui Sutra, who had already run out of oil, finally could no longer hold on, and his soul dissipated and returned to the underworld.
On the other side, Liu Hong, who was struggling to hold on for more than 30 moves, seemed to be covered in blood, but in fact he could still hold on for another 20 or 30 moves.
At this point, the balance of victory inevitably tilted towards the three religions. When the other Dharma kings, who were inextricably linked to the three holy monks of Mount Wutai, met, their eyes were splitting, but they were unable to recover.
"Okay, okay!!"
Wu Shan was overjoyed, God was indeed on his side.
Wang Xu also looked at it and nodded secretly. Without his intervention in the battle, the balance of victory and defeat would mainly lie with the Red Faced Dharma King and the Confucian and Taoist families.
The Red-faced Dharma King defeated Liu Hong first and was able to lead everyone to escape to a large extent.
On the other hand, if the masters of Confucianism and Taoism defeat the Master of Caihui Sutra or the Master of Kapok Sutra first, naturally the Red Faced Dharma King and others will not be able to escape.
"Three masters, don't panic, we are here to help you."
After killing the master of Caihui Sutra, the three elders of Shenxiao Sect let out a loud roar and joined the battle between the three monks of Mount Wutai and the masters of White Lotus Sect.
And just when Wang Xu was watching the show and waiting for the White Lotus Order to be destroyed, an accident happened.
Whoosh!!
A white lotus petal fell from the sky, turned into white light, and headed straight for Liu Hong, who was fighting fiercely with the red-faced Dharma King.
Liu Hong himself was no match for the Red Faced Dharma King. He concentrated on fighting and did not dare to be distracted. He was caught off guard and was attacked by a white lotus petal.
snap...
Liu Hong's head fell off in response, with an unknown meaning in his eyes.
The red-faced Dharma King was overjoyed when he saw this. He stepped forward with two golden maces, put away the maces, and smashed Liu Hong's body to pieces in a few blows.
"Go quickly..."
With only his head left, Liu Hong did not dare to fight anymore and turned into a stream of light and flew towards the marching ship.
When the red-faced Dharma King saw him, he didn't chase after him. He hurried to help the others with his golden mace, and Liu Hongfei actually came back.
"You're not dead?"
Looking at Liu Hong, who was still able to escape with only his head left, Wu Shan looked incredulous.
"He is a warrior. Although he has not practiced the magical power of blood rebirth, he will not be beaten to death in two blows. It is a pity that the body is broken and only the head is left. The person who has practiced it is also useless."
Without waiting for Liu Hong to answer, Wang Xu, who was standing aside, spoke.
Wang Xu himself is also a warrior, and he is very aware of the various characteristics of a warrior.
However, the reliance of warriors on the physical body is far greater than that of Buddhism and Taoism. If the physical body is damaged, a person's cultivation will be wasted, at least eight out of ten.
Judging from Liu Hong's appearance, he doesn't look like he can be reborn with a drop of blood or regenerate a broken arm.
If it were Wang Xu's body here, even if his body was destroyed, it wouldn't be a big deal. As soon as the Beginning Demon Sutra comes out, it can be reshaped very quickly without damaging the root.
"I feel ashamed of my humble position. I am no match for that old devil. I'm afraid I won't be able to serve His Highness in a short time."
Liu Hong only had his head left, and he was still jumping around. Wu Shan was really frightened by his appearance.
Wu Shan waved his hands repeatedly, as if to drive away evil spirits, and said: "Go back and cultivate yourself quickly. This look is too scary."
"I will finally retire..."
Liu Hong also knew that his appearance was not suitable for fighting again, but before leaving, he still said to Wang Xu: "The white light just now was extremely powerful. My body, which I have polished day and night, can't even bear it.
I am afraid that my strength is still higher than that of the Red-faced Dharma King, so please be careful and help me protect His Highness."
Wang Xu didn't speak, just put his hands in his sleeves and looked at the white light flying down from the northern sky.
Liu Hong sighed, his head turned into light and fled away, and there was no movement in the blink of an eye.
"No biological parents, a vacuum hometown, the arrival of the saint, the rebirth of the white lotus!!"
Under Wang Xu's gaze, many flower petals scattered in the sky, and bursts of Buddha chants came from eighty thousand directions.
Hearing this slogan, Wang Xu narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered: "White Lotus Saint!"