With a twist of the sword, a human head flew down.
Xun Shaoyu's clothes were stained with blood, and he looked like an evil ghost, with murderous intent clearly revealed.
"Kill!!" Several Arhats rushed into the general's tent, and the sound of fighting resounded instantly.
One by one, members of the Vacuum Cult, dressed in simple armor, held high torches, swords, and bows.
There were shouts of killing, and the fires lit up one by one in the camps in all directions.
Many congregants were disheveled and looked outside the tent with frightened faces.
Phew! Phew!
Xun Shaoyu made a decisive move, his eyes cold.
Like lambs being slaughtered, bodies were interlaced among these vacuum believers.
For a moment, fires were brightly lit in all directions, and shouts of killing continued.
"How dare you!" Accompanied by an angry roar, a figure was thrown out of the tent.
This roar was filled with evil energy.
Xun Shaoyu was startled. He waved his hands and used an innate starting move to catch Yuan Ming, who had fallen out of the "General's Tent".
Seeing Yuan Ming's current situation, he frowned: "Senior brother,"
At this time, Yuan Ming's chest was sunken and there was blood foam at the corner of his mouth, which made people feel chilled.
"Be careful...he..." Monk Yuanming spoke with difficulty and pointed at the 'general tent'.
Within the 'general tent', several figures intertwined and made crumbling sounds.
Xun Shaoyu said: "Understood!"
Monk Yuanming is one of the Eighteen Arhats. His boxing and martial arts have reached the level of a foreign master. He is in the realm of refining skin and flesh. His force cannot be underestimated!
The person who can severely injure Yuan Ming must have a martial art that is at least as good as that of an outsider, who can refine bones and joints.
Touch! Touch! Touch!
With fists clashing, several figures rushed out of the tent.
The burly man was naked to the waist, holding a horizontal sword in his hand, and a ferocious aura was billowing around him.
Poof! A flash of sword light, cold and bleak, shone on Xun Shaoyu's indifferent face.
When Liao Ming saw this, he gritted his teeth and sneered: "Bald donkey, are you attacking at night..."
"You fake Taoists, aren't you afraid that when my army arrives, your Ci'an Temple will be burned to the ground?"
This general of the Vacuum Sect certainly has some real abilities.
He was able to rise to the rank of general among the hundreds of thousands of members of the Vacuum Sect. Without some real skills, he could not suppress the arrogant soldiers under his command.
Just five Arhats, standing indifferently at Liao Mingzhou.
Xun Shaoyu's eyes flashed and he said: "Kill!!"
It is impossible to talk nonsense! Villains die because they talk too much. Xun Shaoyu is not a villain, so naturally he will not talk too much.
His body trembled, his feet exerted force, and sand shot out from the soles of his feet.
Flying sand and rocks, with a sound of 'whoosh! whoosh!', are dragged on the ground, kicking up dust and sand.
"kill!!"
Without any unnecessary words, several Arhat monks rubbed their shoes together, sweeping up the dust.
Liao Ming's face changed slightly. He didn't expect these monks to be so decisive.
Originally, Liao Ming wanted to use words to delay for a while, waiting for the army to react.
He calmly gathered a large army and surrounded and killed him with thousands of troops.
Xun Shaoyu's decisiveness was beyond Liao Ming's expectation. And Xun Shaoyu's purpose was always very simple.
"Hmph... If you want my life, I want your lives first," Liao Ming said fiercely and domineeringly with a knife in his hand.
As the sand and dust hit his face, Liao Ming advanced instead of retreating, avoiding the murderous intent.
"ha!!"
Liao Ming shouted and slashed dozens of times.
The light of these swords is like water waves, stirring up traces of blood mist in the dust.
Several Arhats, the iron rods roared and clanked, and their bodies remained unchanged in the light of dozens of swords.
Liao Ming undoubtedly showed the skills that a foreigner should have in refining bone joints.
In a matter of moments, all the Arhats were injured, with knife marks on their chests and backs.
The difference between my family's Dacheng and my family's Xiaocheng is not just a few hundred kilograms of strength.
My family has mastered bone refining joints, and there are 206 bones in the whole body, all of which are connected.
In the same way, after the bones of his feet were strengthened, Liao Ming's figure became slimmer when he walked, which was beyond the imagination of a young man.
Even if several Arhats were the best in the Arhat Hall and had great attainments in martial arts, they would still be unable to catch up with Liao Ming's movement speed.
Of course Xun Shaoyu is also included in this list.
quick!
Incredibly fast!
I saw the flash of the sword, and Xun Shaoyu was hit by more than one knife.
"not good!"
Alarm bells rang in Xun Shaoyu's heart. The gap between his wife's Dacheng and her mother's Xiaocheng was somewhat beyond his expectation.
In the past few years, he had frequently fought against Monk Yuanguang.
I have some concerns about what kind of threat a mature outsider can pose.
However, one is competing in martial arts, and the other is fighting on the battlefield.
The feeling that the two were not the same made Xun Shaoyu truly feel the threat from this man.
At this time, Liao Ming's eyes were bright and his expression was more focused than ever before.
To be able to step from hundreds of thousands of followers to where he is today, Liao Ming also has the magnanimity that belongs to him.
Caution is the boat!
If Xun Shaoyu hadn't struck decisively, he would have made a last-ditch attack before Liao Ming could fully integrate his followers.
After a few more days, Liao Ming would never give Xun Shaoyu a chance to attack the camp.
Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world!
Liao Ming thought this way, the sword flashed, and the blood of an Arhat splattered everywhere.
Glancing at the screaming and wailing monk, Liao Ming saw that the knife in Liao Ming's hand became even more vicious.
A sense of crisis came over my heart.
Xun Shaoyu's eyes opened and closed, and he couldn't help but shed a little sweat in his hand holding the sword.
This Liao Ming's sword was cruel, fast, and unimaginable. It was deadly. In a short period of time, one of the five Arhats died and two lost their fighting power.
Don’t underestimate the world’s heroes!
"Hahaha... little monk, you are just a master of kung fu. If you want to compete with me, you should practice for another three to fifty years!"
"However, it is impossible for you to live for thirty or fifty years,"
"You all will become my soul under the sword."
Liao Ming's sword flashed forward, like a tornado, sweeping forward.
Crisis! Crisis!
Xun Shaoyu's heart was beating so fast that it was almost uncontrollable.
There are no unnecessary words, and even a dead person does not need them. No more words.
"Innate Arhat Fist, Yuanshi Eighteen Hands!"
This set of boxing techniques, which are simplified and refined from Luohan Boxing, is almost tailor-made by Xun Shaoyu.
Zheng!!
Using a sword instead of a fist, Xun Shaoyu held a sword and let out a soft groan.
Both of these, boxing and martial arts are the best choice at the moment.
Liao Ming's external Kung Fu is broad and broad, but there are subtleties in the rough, and some are skillful but clumsy. The foundation of Kung Fu is to be strong and unforgettable, and to be invincible in all directions.
Liao Ming's Kung Fu has reached the state of great success, and his shots are as fast as lightning.
Xun Shaoyu fought and acted, and both of them used force so that no one else could interfere.
Knife to knife!
Xun Shaoyu's mind gradually calmed down.
Immediately, a trace of strange thoughts slowly emerged.
It seemed like an inexplicable and hearty feeling was slowly rising in his heart.
"Zha!!"
Xun Shaoyu's gray monk's robe stirred, and this hearty pleasure made the sword in his hand even more dangerous.
External Kung Fu is a killing technique that destroys the potential of the body and squeezes out astonishing power.
Don’t cultivate your body, don’t cultivate your life, just seek a moment of brilliance, which will dazzle your eyes for a moment!
Xun Shaoyu became more and more comfortable as he fought, and the Innate Arhat Boxing was indeed a boxing style that perfectly suited him.
A move that was originally a one-point force could actually exert three-point force in his hands.
In addition, he himself is the ultimate nanny, with just a few cents left to refine his body.
For a time, Xun Shaoyu and Liao Ming were tied.
"If you defend for too long, you will lose. Attack! Attack! Attack!"
There was no joy in Xun Shaoyu's heart.
Being able to fight a life-and-death battle with a great master of the outside world, to a draw.
But this does not mean that Xun Shaoyu can really compare with a great outsider.
The moves, reactions, and body skills can all be barely matched.
However, it is impossible for Xun Shaoyu to compare with a great master in terms of physical strength.
Such a fierce fight and physical exertion were astonishing.
If Xun Shaoyu's physical strength is slightly weak and his movements are slow, the knife in Liao Ming's hand will never show mercy.
Xun Shaoyu's eyes flashed with red threads, he stepped forward and grabbed Liao Ming's chance. The sword struck directly at Liao Ming's head.
Not to be outdone, Liao Ming took advantage of Xun Shaoyu's sword and when the door was wide open, he forced out a sword and slashed Xun Shaoyu's neck diagonally.
madman
With this sword strike, both sides will be injured and both will perish.
However, Xun Shaoyu gritted his teeth, and not only did he not withdraw his sword, but he became even more ruthless.
The speed at which Jie Dao struck Liao Ming was several minutes faster.
Liao Ming felt the decisiveness and cruelty of this knife. He couldn't help but cursed: "Madman!"
Withdrawing the knife decisively, Liao Ming felt fear for the first time in his life.
Xun Shaoyu's figure remained unchanged. The moment the knife edge failed, he abandoned the knife and threw himself towards Liao Ming.
The bones were rumbling, rumbling, rumbling. Before Liao Ming could react, he stabbed Liao Ming's heart heavily with his elbow.
After being severely injured, Liao Ming said with a sigh of relief: "Pfft!!" This mouthful of dirty blood sprayed on Xun Shaoyu's face.
However, Xun Shaoyu was still worried.
He kicked up the knife beside his feet.
The moment the Hengdao flew up, he caught it easily, and the Hengdao fell into his hand, and he was beheaded with one blow.
"I'm not afraid of death, you... can't do it!" Xun Shaoyu looked at Liao Ming coldly, with a dead look on his face.
The cry of death is still lingering.
Xun Shaoyu picked up Liao Ming's head and held it high.
"The leader of the thief will be killed."
His voice was like a lion's roar.
"The leader of the thief will be killed."
One word spreads to ten, and ten spreads to hundreds. The monks shouted loudly, and their momentum became even stronger.
"The leader of the thief will be killed."
"The head of the thief shall be put to death,"
After preaching like this, I don't know how many Vacuum Taoists put down their weapons in shock and fear.
In the dim light, this rush and killing almost scattered the thousands of thieves in all directions.
There are thousands of thieves, but their fighting strength is not strong.
In front of more than a hundred monks who dare to fight and fight decisively.
They are just like domestic animals, being driven and captured arbitrarily.
Xun Shaoyu raised his head and looked at Yun Ai in the distance.
The monks looked in awe at Xun Shaoyu who looked up.
The cone in the bag has not yet shown its sharpness. Only when it is released from the bag today can it stand out.
Now Xun Shaoyu is like an awl with a pointed tip, showing his sharp edge.