When the swords crossed each other, they just made a "crack" sound, without the imaginable momentum.
The "treasure sword" in Ghost Mandrill's hand was broken into two pieces silently, completely unable to cause any hindrance to the sword of the saint who heard the Tao.
The long sword easily cut off the sword, and then the force continued unabated, making a big gash on Demon Mandrill's left arm. Blood flowed like a profuse stream, and soon his entire arm was dyed red.
"Ghost Mandrill..."
Seeing the ghost mandrill being injured, Ran Sujuan felt an inexplicable pain in her heart. Just as she was about to speak out, she suddenly realized that her opponent was Wen Dao Sage. As a disciple of the "Wen Dao Academy", she was immediately in a dilemma. She was so anxious that she broke into a cold sweat and didn't know what to do.
Is good.
"Xiaojuan, is this your friend?" Hearing that the saint was fighting with the ghost mandrill, he was leisurely observing Ran Sujuan's expression, "How come you got together with the people from the 'Dark Temple'?"
"He is no longer a member of the 'Dark Temple'." Ran Sujuan became more and more panicked and quickly defended, "I hope the saint will show mercy!"
"I have mercy on you, but he has fatal moves."
Looking at the mandrill with a ferocious face, murderous intent, and desperately waving the broken knife, the saint couldn't help but laugh and said, "Do you want me to be unable to fight back and just sit there and wait for death?"
As he spoke, he easily dodged the Demon Mandrill's swift sword, and then struck the murderous young man with a backhand, rolling him to the ground several times before hitting a thick tree with a bang.
.
"Are you okay?"
Ran Sujuan was shocked and hurriedly moved her jade feet to come to Gui Mandrill, held his shoulders and asked with concern.
"Get out of the way!"
Unexpectedly, Ghost Mandrill pushed her away very roughly, and then jumped up, using the broken knife in his hand as a secret chess piece, and threw it at the Sage Wen Dao.
Seeing Ran Sujuan's good intentions, but being treated so coldly by him, a stern look flashed in the saint's eyes, but quickly disappeared.
He turned slightly sideways and easily dodged the flying broken knife, and the ghost mandrill also took advantage of this short moment of restraint to climb up again and punched the saint Wen Dao in the chest.
The saint who heard the Tao did not dodge, but handed the sword to his left hand, then punched with his right hand and faced him head-on.
"boom!"
The fists of the two collided hard, and Ghost Mandrill felt an overwhelming force coming from his fist, and a sharp pain in his limbs. He flew backwards involuntarily and fell heavily to the ground, making him dizzy.
Dazzled, with stars in my eyes.
But the saint who heard the Tao stood quietly on the spot, not even taking half a step back.
"Do you understand?" He stared at the ghost mandrill's face that was slightly distorted by pain, and said calmly, "With or without spiritual power, you are far from my opponent. Put down your unrealistic ideas as soon as possible, for the sake of
For Xiaojuan's sake, I can spare your life."
"You want me to give up?" Ghost Mandrill stood up tremblingly, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and grinned, with a little red on his white teeth, "Unless you die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body was like an arrow from the string, and he suddenly jumped forward, grabbing with his right hand, and fiercely grabbed the Heavenly Spirit Cap of the saint who heard the Tao.
"You have such a friend who is ignorant and overestimates his abilities." The saint shook his head and sighed, "Xiaojuan, I'm afraid your life in the future will not be easy."
As he spoke, he raised his palm to hit the top of his head.
Seeing that the palms of the two people were about to collide, Ghost Mandrill suddenly moved to the side, twisting and turning his body in an incredible way, and somehow appeared behind the saint who heard the way. His right hand turned into a sword, and he slashed at the Lord of the Holy Land.
The back of the Lord's neck.
"Huh?"
A look of surprise flashed in the saint's eyes when he heard the Tao, and he praised unconsciously, "What a strong fighting talent!"
However, Mandrill's seemingly difficult-to-break trick did not work very well.
The saint who heard the Tao turned slightly, and his right hand seemed to move forward slowly, but in fact it was as fast as lightning, and he came first and grabbed the ghost's wrist.
Immediately, he suddenly flew up and kicked Demon Mandrill hard on the right cheek, kicking him high into the air, drawing a perfect arc in the air, and then fell to the ground with a "bang".
Just from the sound of landing, one can tell that his fall must have damaged his muscles and bones, causing serious injuries.
"Silly boy, the gap between the saint and the spiritual master can be described as two races." The saint handed the sword back to his right hand again, "Even without spiritual power, my physical strength and reaction ability are far beyond what you can achieve."
If we can reach it, what's the point of trying to hit it with an egg?"
"Noisy, noisy!"
Ghost Mandrill stood up tremblingly again. It was obvious that he had fallen so hard that his internal organs were about to move out of place, but the stern look on his face did not diminish at all. "Either kill me or die in my hands. You don't have a second chance."
Three options!”
"Xiaojuan, I have done my best to be kind and righteous."
After hearing the Tao, the saint slowly raised the sword in his hand, turned to Ran Sujuan and said softly, "If this friend of yours continues to be stubborn..."
Before he finished speaking, Ran Sujuan's face turned pale, obviously she understood what he meant.
The strength of these two people is completely out of proportion. Saint Tangtang Wendao has been offended by a junior many times and has not killed her yet, which is indeed a good deal for her.
"Go to hell!"
Ghost Mandrill seemed to turn a blind eye to her entanglement, and turned into a shadow again, speeding towards the saint who heard the Tao.
His speed was even better than before.
"good!"
The saint couldn't help being slightly startled when he heard the Tao, and he praised him, but there was a faint murderous intention in his heart.
In just three rounds of fighting, Ghost Mandrill's combat effectiveness continued to improve even though he had no spiritual power, and the speed of improvement was far beyond his imagination.
The huge potential and the irresolvable hatred between the two made him unable to let the other person continue to exist in the world.
At this moment, the dignified saint and strong man actually felt a serious threat from the ghost mandrill.
I'm sorry, Xiaojuan!
He waved his right arm, and the long sword in his hand reflected a dazzling cold light under the sunlight, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, heading straight for Ghost Mandrill's heart from an extremely tricky angle.
With this sword, he finally made a real move and would not hold back any longer.
Although the ghost mandrill made rapid progress, there was still a big gap in strength compared to the strong saint. By the time he saw the trajectory of the sword from the saint who heard the way clearly, it was too late and he couldn't dodge it.
Seeing that the sword blade was about to pierce his chest, a black figure suddenly jumped out from the woods behind him. The slender weapon in his hand carried the strong wind and went straight to the heart of the saint who heard the Tao. The moves were both cruel and accurate, making him
People are shocked.
"Ding!"
The saint who heard the Tao reacted very quickly. He turned his right arm violently, and the long sword in his hand collided with the attacker's weapon, making a loud sound of gold and iron clashing.
"boom!"
At the same time, he also struck out with his left arm, which violently collided with Demon Mandrill's fist, sending him flying more than a foot away.
"Old Qixing!"
Under one against two, Saint Wen Dao still looked calm, showing no sign of defeat. His eyes first fell on the face of the visitor, and then turned to the weapon in the opponent's hand, and asked coldly, "
Where did your sword come from?"
It turned out that the person behind the sneak attack was actually the Seven-Star Saint, and the weapon in his hand was no longer the short black stick, but replaced by a sharp sword with a cold light.
"Do you recognize it?" The Seven-Star Sage waved the sword in his hand and laughed, "Yes, this divine sword was obtained from brother Ling Xiao, and it is really easy to use."
"How is he?" Wen Dao Sage's voice became colder.
"Even the weapon is in my hand, how do you think he is doing?" The Seven-Star Saint sneered, "But don't worry, Brother Wen Dao, you will be able to see him soon."
While the two were talking, Ghost Mandrill took action again, punching Sage Wen Dao directly on the head.
"Little brother, you and I will take action together to send Mr. Wen Dao on his way!"
Although he didn't recognize Ghost Mandrill, seeing him attack Sage Wen Dao, Seven Stars Sage instinctively regarded him as an ally of the "Dark Temple". He greeted him loudly and swung his sword up, forming a flanking attack with him.
Seeing that the Wen Dao Saint was gradually falling into a disadvantage under the siege of the two people who had no tacit understanding, Ran Sujuan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but was unable to intervene. She just cried hoarsely to the ghost mandrill, "I beg you!"
"
In response to her pleading, Gui Mandrill seemed to have ignored her, and struck out with ruthless moves, vowing to take the life of her master-slayer enemy.
"Ding!"
The weapons of the two saints collided fiercely again. Under the powerful counter-shock force, both of them took a step back. Both of them suffered from sore arms and numbness in the entire body.
Despite this, the saint who heard the Tao actually raised his right arm distractedly and blocked the ghost mandrill's flying kick.
A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Seven-Star Saint, and he was greatly surprised by the close combat ability of this veteran saint.
At this moment, another figure unexpectedly appeared next to Saint Wen Dao, who had finally resisted the attack of the two men.
An old man with white hair and white beard and wrinkled face!