Everyone around them couldn't believe it and were stunned, not to mention the monks from the Six Nations who bore the brunt. They almost all stepped on the brakes instinctively, and the more timid ones almost fell into the water.
The face of the leader, Master Kabir, changed drastically, his pupils shrank suddenly, his heart was trembling, and he instinctively wanted to turn around and run away.
But it was already too late, a sharp sword energy had already arrived. Kabir raised his head with difficulty and saw an old Taoist priest wrapped in cyan sword light, flying in the air, and had already arrived above his head.
"Your name is Kabir, and you are one of the top monks in the Indian country? If you have the guts to attack our Chinese country, then take my sword first!"
After the words fell, Mingfei Zhenren's eyes condensed, his sword merged into one, his sword aura surged, and he pointed his sword finger towards Kabir below.
Immediately afterwards, a white sword light about ten feet long emerged from his hand and pierced Kabir's eyes in the blink of an eye.
"Lord Shiva, fire!" That sword energy gave Kabir a very strong sense of crisis. Kabir clasped his hands together and his whole body was ignited with raging black fire.
This fire only has color, but is intangible and has no quality. It looks like a special effect.
However, if anyone dares to use this black flame as a special effect, then he is not far away from death. In India, at least three master-level pagan monks have died in the hands of Kabir. They are definitely vicious
Weihehe.
However, no matter how powerful this black flame is, no matter how powerful the Indian skills are, they cannot be stronger than the foundation and skills of the Chinese nation, not to mention that there is still an insurmountable small realm between the two.
"It's all fancy and trivial." Master Mingfei snorted coldly. The sword in his hand didn't move, and the white sword energy didn't stop, and it pierced straight into the black flames.
"Tsk!" The black flames met the white sword light, just like the night was illuminated by day. They were forced to disperse by the sword energy without any resistance, turning into black smoke and dissipating between the sky and the earth.
Then, in Kabir's disbelieving eyes, the white sword light did not stop and chopped off his head, cutting him in half from head to butt.
"Master Yin Guo? Nothing more than that!"
The monks from the six countries who were following Master Kabir were almost scared to death. Even the most powerful figures on their side could not block the opponent's sword. However, the monks from the Chinese country who could fly in the air just like the opponent had a lot of power.
Come someone!
Is this like an egg hitting a rock? This is simply an egg hitting a rock. It breaks when touched...
Without further ado, everyone who had hit the brakes just now turned around and ran back. Those who rushed to the front just now wanted to slap themselves in the face, bursting out with all their energy and speeding up, not wanting to run past Hua Guo behind them.
Monk, I just want to outrun these comrades around me. I hope that the Chinese monks can be as generous as before. Kill a few people to shock them and they will be broad-minded and give up the fight and work together to win.
Ruan Wanan was following Kabir just now. At this time, Kabir turned into two halves, and he became the last person.
His eyes were horrified, and he could feel that the monk who slashed Kabir to death with a sword was looking at him coldly. As long as he was willing, he would be a corpse the next moment.
"Ah!" Ruan Wanan's whole body was full of momentum, and the previously hidden power suddenly exploded. The power that was close to the peak of the middle stage of Qi refining was revealed. He suddenly accelerated his speed and surpassed the two monks from Indonesia and the Philippines.
"Hey, there is another one who is hiding his cultivation. Ming Fei is an old man. We have agreed to leave this guy to me!" said a clear voice.
"I'm talking about Guo Gui, you are an old scholar who reads books about sages. Why do you fight and kill all day long? You don't look like a scholar." Danyang Zhenren flew in the air, and his pure Yang energy emitted three feet of light, setting off the
He is like a god coming to earth.
"The exercises I practice are orthodox Confucianism. I have never lost the six arts of a gentleman. Why can't I fight and kill?" Guo Yan laughed loudly, and his awe-inspiring righteousness was as powerful as clouds, and he swept away Ruan Wanan who was struggling to escape.
Wrapped up in it, "Come on, come on, let's have sex with me!"
Ruan Wanan looked horrified. This power was deep, dense, and endless, and its power attributes were so great. It was completely the nemesis of the head-dropping technique he had practiced. How could he fight and give someone his head?
"Old man, get out of here. I am Ruan Wanan of the Yue Kingdom. Two generals and a minister of the Yue Kingdom are my disciples. If you dare to kill me, there will never be peace in the waters of the Hua Kingdom!" Ruan Wanan shouted loudly,
At the same time, the seal in his hand changed, and a dark ghost-like shadow emerged from his body, pulling him and continuing to run forward.
"Haha, threaten me. When have you ever seen a Chinese person compromised by a threat?" Guo Yan's usually warm face showed a cold look. He reached out and took out an inkstone from his pocket.
"The inkstone left by Fang Wenzhenggong has not been stained with blood for at least two or three hundred years. It's up to you to start today." Guo Yan said lightly, then shook his hands and sacrificed the inkstone.
I saw this green inkstone emitting dozens of rays of light, and a mighty Confucian righteousness filled the void, breaking through thousands of laws and preventing all evil from invading, and it smashed towards Ruan Wanan in a daze.
"Ah, no, spare your life!" Ruan Wanan sent the evil ghost phantom to rush towards the inkstone, but before he could get close, he was dissipated by the awe-inspiring aura emanating from the inkstone.
Then the inkstone hit Ruan Wanan's head like a cruise missile.
What a pity for this Yue master who had hidden his cultivation and was preparing to shine in the Chinese realm. He had just performed with all his strength and it was the last performance in his life.
As soon as the inkstone went down, the brains exploded, and the sky was filled with red and white, and it sprayed out more than ten meters away. In terms of the ferocity of the scene, it was not inferior to what Mingfei had just done.
"Amitabha, you are so good." The next person to grab the target turned out to be the ordinary-looking Master Yonghui. "This donor, you are full of hostility and death, and you are obviously filled with resentment. You are not going to die soon.
I will do a good deed and save you, so that you can go to hell to listen to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s voice.
Amitabha, very good!"
"You bald donkey, get out of here!" The monk from Indonesia was going crazy. He was so violent. He practiced the art of lowering the head, killing people and extracting their souls. Now he has killed thousands of people.
It’s normal to be haunted by death and resentment, okay?
"Amitabha, the donor is too cruel and I am not polite. Remember to see the descendant of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and say hello to me."
Master Yonghui's face was full of kindness, but his men were unambiguous. The rays of Buddha's light consumed all the protective energy of the Indonesian monk, and then shattered the vitality in his body with a slap, allowing him to go see Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.