Li Feng led 4,500 iron cavalry, Ma He and other experts to meet the three thousand Yuanmeng cavalry who were chasing Murong Tian. Without any gossip, each of them used all their strength, except Li Feng and Monk Taoyan. Li Feng swung his sword and suddenly more than a dozen heads fell to the ground, but this was only 40% of his skill. Monk Taoyan immediately rode on the grassland, looking at the Yuanmeng cavalry in front of him coldly. If one was close, he would fly out with a palm. The cavalry naturally broke his mind and flew out more than ten feet away and died tragically, but he did not join the battle with the Yuanmeng cavalry.
Only Ma He, Ren Tianhu and others were like a group of tigers that had left the gate, and their hands were full of murderous aura. Moreover, their skills were more than a hundred times better than the ordinary Yuanmeng cavalry in front of them. In fact, the three thousand Yuanmeng warriors were immediately broken, and more than a thousand people died tragically on the ground. Ma He, who led the charge, and the masters of the Nether Palace, were immediately covered with blood, especially the 50 masters commanded by the Thirteen Blood Hand Shura, who were slightly breathless. Several of them were even slashed on their bodies, and blood was already visible on their armor.
Li Feng shouted wildly: "If you can't win, you can't win, go, go... The wind is tight, pull it." He was clearly the general who commanded the army, but he shouted out the tone of the world. None of the military horses raised the objection, and followed Li Feng and drove away. The arrows of the Yuanmeng army shot over like raindrops in the rear. More than a dozen iron cavalry behind the palace were shot like hedgehogs, and they fell down weakly.
A group of Yuanmeng warriors rushed up like a wolf, quickly unraveling the armor of the iron cavalry that was shot and grabbed their weapons. The warriors who had replaced them with weapons, armor, or snatched a helmet immediately burst into a surprise laugh. Chimenger was so angry that he scolded: "A group of waste, what are you fighting for for these worthless things? Kill them, and then concentrate the army to destroy their team. Each of them can get a set of armor."
Chi Menger shouted: "Our grandfathers still had the entire Central Plains back then. Have you forgotten this kind of pride? He was so out of control for such a little thing, and he was really useless." The scolded soldiers rolled over and chased after him loudly. Every soldier's eyes were flashing. Indeed, as long as he destroyed Zhu Yu's army, would he still worry about not having good armor and weapons? At that moment, the morale of the Yuanmeng soldiers was greatly boosted, and at the same time they shouted loudly, chasing forward.
Chi Menger stared at the horse and the fiery red figure and whispered: "It's strange, where is the monk in black? No, it should be in their team? Did he put on makeup and become an ordinary soldier? Maybe he should know the master's name, so he came to the front line. So, he deliberately did not expose himself, and was preparing to secretly attack my master. What a cunning Nanman, he is really a group of damn guys, but fortunately I brought 50,000 elite soldiers to surround you and I see where you run."
The plan of the Ola tribe was very perfect. They judged that there would be powerful generals in the bait ahead to ensure that the bait would not be eaten easily by themselves. So they used heavy troops, almost half of the elites of the entire tribe to surround Li Feng and others, and they wanted to annihilate the elites of the Southern Dynasty in one fell swoop, and then use Li Feng and his head to attack the morale of Zhu Yu's army and annihilate the entire Yan Prince's Mansion in one fell swoop. This plan cannot be said to be extremely vicious and extremely cautious.
In order to entangle Zhu Yu's army, they even used tens of thousands of old and weak people to fight. They cooperated with more than a dozen lama monks with magic power, but they actually successfully held Zhu Yu and the others.
Li Feng saw that the soldiers behind him were constantly being shot and fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but feel furious. A natural ferocity rushed straight from the bottom of his heart. He seemed to have returned to the streets of Suzhou Prefecture. When he was still a child without any power, he watched A Zhu and the others beaten to the ground by the adult men who were chasing one by one, and his fists fell like raindrops. Li Feng's eyes gradually turned red, and he reached out to snatch the Santing sword in Ren Tianhu's hand and shouted angrily: "Damn, don't kill my subordinates."
The horse hooves sounded, and Li Feng rushed to the last queue. He waved his knife and split dozens of arrows, shouting loudly: "You go first, I'll come to the palace." After that, Li Feng turned his horse's head, and looked at the tens of thousands of pursuers behind him, and yelled at the most vulgar gestures on the streets of Suzhou: "Chi Meng'er, if you are a man with a hand, let me fight with grandpa. If I don't split you into meat sauce, I'll be the one you raised."
Ren Tianhu only felt a pain in his hand. His big sword had been snatched by Li Feng, and he couldn't help but be shocked. He knew that Li Feng was very good at martial arts, but he didn't expect that Li Feng was so powerful that he couldn't see his movements clearly. When he reacted with the master of the Nether Palace beside him, Li Feng had already rushed to the end without fear of death, and challenged Chi Menger. A hot feeling rushed into Ren Tianhu's heart. He gritted his teeth and pulled out his sabre, turned his horse's head and rushed towards Li Feng, and shouted wildly: "Chi Menger, your grandfather is here, if you have the courage, please compete with Grandpa." Chi Menger was stunned for a moment.
Ren Tianqi, Chang Tie and Tie Renhan rode back at the same time, stood beside Li Feng, using all his true energy, and let out a thunderous roar: "Grandpa, wait here, come here, you have the courage." The voice rolled out, shaking the nearby grass leaves rolled in a burst. Chi Menger was a little panicked. Are these southern barbarians crazy? The Yuanmeng generals around him had a hint of hesitation.
Ma He roared with a tiger, turned his head and rushed to Li Feng, shouting: "It's a man, what kind of soldiers and horses are there? Who dares to fight with your horse and uncle? Ma He is here, who dares to fight with my horse and me? Ma He is here, who dares to fight with me alone?" He swung his long sword, and his sword's aura seemed to be about to cut the sky, and shot into the sky with a roar. Many of the soldiers following Chi Menger trembled all over. They had seen Chi Menger and his horse being chopped away by a horse and a knife.
A guerrilla general in his sixties rushed over with his generals and yelled wildly: "Your grandfather is here. I don't know how many grandfathers you have killed back then, and drove you and the Tatars out of the Central Plains. Today, I want to kill all of you, the group of Tartars, are heroes. Let's fight with your grandfather." The 50,000-yuan Mongolian cavalry was in chaos. Yes, their grandfathers had once broken through Central Asia and Europe, and were driven out of the Central Plains by these southern barbarians. Will theirs be more powerful than Genghis Khan and Kublai Khan?
And this shout completely mobilized the desire of the cavalry to fight. They shouted wildly: "I would rather die in battle than kill." The neat square formation was arranged in an instant, and they rushed behind Li Feng and others in an orderly manner, with a firm divine light shot out in their eyes. When the Ming Dynasty was just founded, those armies could be said to be the most powerful of the world. When did they lose?
The old man in Shashan made a roar like a dragon roar: "Yuan Meng, your grandfather is here. I assassinated thirty-seven generals of your grandfather back then. Today, you Chi Menger is the thirty-eighth one." His right index finger gently flicked the sword tip on the sword, and the long sword in his hand made a 'sharp' roar, and a sharp sword energy emanated from him and Sha Shui.
Monk Taoyan shouted: "The morale of the army is available, and the enemy is in chaos. Kill..."
Chang Tie and other experienced generals were extremely sharp, and they shouted loudly at the same time: "Brothers, break the formation... and kill them." Thunder suddenly sounded, and more than 4,500 iron cavalry rushed towards Chi Meng'er. However, more than 4,000 people had the crazy murderous aura of 400,000 troops. Li Feng held the San Pavilion's sword, and the blade emitted a cold light of a little over the blade, like a crazy tiger, rushed over with endless murderous intent.
What are you most afraid of on the battlefield? What you are afraid of is that a soldier’s heart is weak, and the result will lead to a complete collapse of a position. What are the enemies most afraid of? What are you most afraid of is the enemy who faces death and finally crazy. Now it is Li Feng’s gangster habit, a desperate heart that rejuvenates all the soldiers and generals’ desperate hearts. The infinite fighting spirit exudes from these soldiers makes the aura of Li Feng and his martial arts masters more violent than ten times. With the mutual increase, the combat effectiveness of the entire army has increased more than twice?
On the battlefield in later generations, when the US military heard the buzz of the volunteer army, they immediately fled in panic when they saw the volunteer army starting to charge.
At this moment, Chi Menger was in a mess. He saw Ma He, a powerful general who could fight with him without any disadvantage. Seeing Li Feng, this strange young man who could actually use his innate sword energy to rush into the air to attack him. What made him even more scared was that he saw the elegant face of Monk Taoyan behind Li Feng, and this terrifying monk in black, let himself fly out with one finger. Can such power be possessed by humans?
What scared Chi Menger even more was that he was only following seven thousand light cavalry behind him, and the other more than 40,000 soldiers were all several miles away, preparing to surround Li Feng and the others there. At this moment, where could they mobilize back? The soldiers behind him, looking at their blank faces, had their souls shocked by Li Feng and the others, and how could they have any combat power?
Li Feng whispered in the crazy attacking team: "Don't worry about the demeanor of the generals, brothers join us to dismember Chi Meng'er with our strength, and then kill several of his generals. In this game, maybe we can still win... and kill their coach and rush."
Ren Tianhu gritted his teeth and became fierce: "Damn, what is the demeanor of a general? Our Nether Palace has always liked to use a hundred people to kill one person... Brothers, see the arrogant guy with a wolf tooth stick and chopped him for me for the young palace master. Damn, I have been in the world for so long and I have been chased and killed by tens of thousands of people for the first time. I won't play with the young palace master anymore. If I don't kill him, I'm the grandson."
Ma He also got angry. The evil aura on his body was more than ten times stronger than anyone else. He widened his eyes and hummed with a tilted corner of his mouth: "I chopped the Chi Menger to my father-in-law, cut him with a knife. I will reward ten taels of silver. Cut off one of his arms. My father-in-law, I will let him be the hundred households of the Jinyiwei, a thigh, a thousand households, a head, a guerrilla general... If anyone chopped off his words for me, I will report to the Prince Ming and let him be the tutor of the Jinyiwei." Ma He was also crazy, and all the messy rewards were drunk.
The iron cavalry soldiers behind him roared wildly: "Hahahaha, I heard Eunuch Ma's words, brothers, chop, this Chimenger is equivalent to two hundred households, two thousand households, one guerrilla general, and the other purgatory envoy... Hahaha, kill Chimenger, the brothers will be promoted and made a fortune together. Kill, kill, kill..."
Four thousand five hundred iron cavalry rushed towards him, and four thousand five hundred arrows shot out at the same time. Then, these crazy soldiers hung up their longbows, pulled out their swords, shouted wildly in their hometown dialect, greeted the enemy in front of them with the most ugly curse sound, and rushed forward. Li Feng was already flashing a faint blue light all over his body, and the air around him seemed to be sucked dry by him alone. A green cold light was gushing on the blade of his San Pavilion Big Sword. He jumped up twenty feet and slashed at Chi Meng'er with a knife.
Chi Menger was panicked. Before he could even inform the troops around him to gather, the rainy arrow shot down, and the soldiers behind him fell down. Who was the person in front of him? With a scale of more than 4,000 people, he actually dared to charge against his tens of thousands of troops on the grassland? Moreover, they actually chose a time when they were the weakest around him? Are they lucky or are they really blessed by gods? Chi Menger forgot a famous saying in the Central Plains: "Don't chase the enemy, the dog jumps over the wall."
Before he could figure out what to do, Li Feng was already twisting his face, and the saliva on the corner of his mouth slashed down with a crazy knife. A dead white aura appeared in front of his blade, which was the air wall that was rapidly split open. A crazy sword aura had already enveloped Chi Menger's body. The war horse he sat down seemed to have fallen, and his thighs began to tremble, and he was unable to stand firmly.
Chi Menger was shocked and howled wildly. She swung the wolf tooth stick in her hand and jumped up. Her body also spurted out her true energy. Ten thousand kilograms of natural divine power combined with powerful true power were all poured on his wolf tooth stick, and hit Li Feng's blade. Li Feng's San Pavilion Big Sword descended from the sky like a green dragon, while Chi Menger's wolf tooth stick was like a black tiger, ushering towards Li Feng with a harsh whistling sound.
With a loud "boom", Li Feng's Santing sword shattered, and the wolf-tooth stick swept across Li Feng's lower abdomen with a whistling sound. Li Feng screamed and a bloody scar was scraped out of his belly. If it weren't for the thick armor, the flesh on his lower abdomen would have disappeared. Li Feng was so painful that his heart was beating. If he hadn't known that he could never use spells, he would have spurted out the "Surf Bird Ring" in one mouthful and split the Chi Meng'er into pieces.
The Santing Big Sword is not as strong as the wolf tooth stick, and the 70% of Li Feng's innate true energy is not as powerful as Chi Menger's ten thousand pounds of divine power and the unparalleled power combined with the powerful true energy in his body. Therefore, the result of this collision was Li Feng's defeat. Chi Menger was also shocked back to the ground after seriously injured Li Feng, sitting on his horse's back, pressing his mount into a meat pie, and then squirting out blood.
Li Feng fell from the sky flutteringly, and his hands broke their mouths near his wrists and shouted in his heart: "This guy is a monster. My physical strength is not as strong as him, not as strong as him. I have thousands of kilograms of strength in both hands, but with the true energy, it is only about ten thousand kilograms. This bastard, he has ten thousand kilograms of divine power in both hands, and with his true energy, his strength is far greater than that of Li Feng... Damn, I am not convinced. Is the true energy I have worked hard to cultivate better than a natural gorilla?"
Li Feng fainted. His general Chang Tie was shocked and quickly flew up and hugged Li Feng in his arms. The best military gold sore medicine was like it was expensive, and it was crazily applied to Li Feng's lower abdomen. Then he tore off the inner bag of his war skirt and bandaged it firmly.
As soon as Chi Menger landed, Ren Tianhu and Ren Tianqi had already stabbed him carefully. A sabre and a steel gun were assassinated towards Chi Menger like two strange pythons. Chi Menger was shocked. His horse was shocked by himself. At this moment, he was at least five feet shorter than the Ren brothers. How could he fight against the enemy? He could only dance a stick flower with the wolf tooth stick, and with his infinite divine power, he broke the sabre and knocked the steel gun back like a snake spear.
Chi Menger felt relieved and jumped up, and was about to snatch Li Feng's war horse to continue fighting. However, the two innate sword energy from Shashan and Shashui had already arrived in front of him, and Ma He's infinite sword intent also slashed in the air. The five evil spirits and the Thirteen Blood Hand Shura even used the secret magic skills of the Nether Palace. All the power of the eighteen people was concentrated on the Dongsha God. A blood handprint that had been three times larger was printed towards his back. And his body was sealed to death by the famous vicious weapon of the Nether Palace, the sky was filled with howling energy and shining cold light.
Four thousand five hundred iron cavalry blocked the seven thousand Yuan Meng warrior behind Chi Meng'er. The generals under Li Feng tried their best to withstand several powerful generals under Chi Meng'er. The martial arts masters had already sacrificed their so-called morality, honor of warriors and other nonsense, and joined forces to force Chi Meng'er to a state of death.
Chi Menger's eyes exploded suddenly, and a string of blood beads splattered out. He was anxious, so anxious that his muscles were tightened. He looked at the fatal attacks coming around, and suddenly reached into his arms and took out a blood-red sheepskin. Yes, just when he was about to be killed by everyone, he took out a blood-red sheepskin with a statue of god painted with four heads and eight arms, and covered with blood. Chi Menger bit his tongue and squirted on it with a mouthful of blood. He said with a strange chant: "Diss, please ask the Western Anger Vajra."
The sheepskin suddenly burned, and a blood light rushed into Chi Menger's body. Chi Menger's body, which was already ten feet high, suddenly surged three feet again. The muscles on his body were swelling wildly, and the skin in many places had been torn apart, revealing the bloody muscles below. The blood vessels in his body and meridians burst out one by one, and it seemed that countless earthworms were twisting under the skin all over his body, which was extremely terrifying.
What shocked Sha Shan and the others even more was that at this moment, a circle of blood-red Buddha light was surrounded by Chi Menger's head. Chi Menger roared wildly, and the wolf tooth stick in her hand danced into a black tornado, facing all the attacks around at the same time.
The unparalleled power was stimulated by mysterious magic. Ma He groaned, and the long sword in his hand broke. He was shaken by more than fifty feet high, and almost fainted in the air. The two brothers Shashan and Shashui had reached the realm of using their heart to control swords. Suddenly, they felt that their irresistible huge power came over the sword edge. They gritted their teeth and shot out a sword energy. They immediately let go of the long sword. The two swords they regarded as treasures were shattered.
The countless "blood-breaking swords" were rolled up by the wolf tooth stick and flew out like a toy. The vicious knife, which was completely incompatible with me, carried an extremely powerful force and easily penetrated the bodies of more than 200 Yan King Iron Cavalry and more than 300 Yuan Meng warriors. In an instant, they harvested more than 500 lives. As a result, the nearby battle group was in chaos and everyone could avoid it.
Finally, the Dongsha God behind Chi Meng'er was the blood mark that condensed all the power of the eighteen people, which concentrated Chi Meng'er's back heart. Chi Meng'er roared wildly, and the entire skin behind him was blown to pieces, and a layer of muscle was also splattered by the terrifying power, splattering out around. The Dongsha God was even more miserable, and his whole body was shaken into blood mist by a terrifying counter-shock force, and sprayed quickly towards the rear. The four evil gods behind him and the Thirteen Blood Hand Shura groaned, and were sprayed with blood from the blood mist. They all spit out a mouthful of blood and were seriously injured.
Chi Menger's entire back bones were almost exposed, blood was squirting, and the front was even more shrill. The last sword of horse and the last sword slashed on him. The knife did not hurt any of his skin, but it severely damaged his internal organs. The last two sword auras emitted by the Shashan and Shashui brothers were like meat grinders, smashing Chi Menger's front upper body into a bloody and fleshy way, almost revealing his internal organs.
Then, the final attack came. Monk Daoyan, who had been waiting for the opportunity, raised his right index finger and pressed Chi Meng'er with an extremely solemn finger. This finger seemed extremely exquisite to the people nearby. A small finger seemed to be like a mountain, and it printed on Chi Meng'er's body with a slight strong wind. Chi Meng'er roared and retreated violently, but his strength had declined to the extreme, and he had no strength to escape. Monk Daoyan's finger had infinite suction, which absorbed Chi Meng'er's huge body now.
Chi Menger roared in despair. He knew that as long as he was hit by this finger, he would die tragically and there was no possibility of survival. Monk Taoyan had a smile on his face, as if the Buddha group was picking flowers to preach on Lingjiu Peak. The world was influenced by him and was filled with a peaceful, gentle and gentle brilliance. The soldiers within a hundred feet stopped one after another, and because of Monk Taoyan's shocking finger.
A low voice came from afar: "Who dares to kill my disciple?" The first word also had a light sound like a bug in Xia Ye, which was ten miles away. When the last word "克" had already arrived in front of Monk Daoyan, and the voice was even louder than thunder. A shockingly fat monk sat on a huge flying carpet and flew over against the ground. The black light on his body flashed, and a dazzling golden light flashed in his eyes. It was the one who killed the horse and the soldiers who sent the news. The monk suddenly appeared in front of Monk Daoyan and punched Monk Daoyan's lower abdomen. The monk laughed in a low voice: "This senior brother, monk, I have been waiting for a long time."
Monk Daoyan's finger, which was originally as powerful as thunder, seemed to have reached the end of the force and could not be retracted. But he cleverly withdrew his finger and pressed it down at the huge monk's fist. Monk Daoyan chuckled: "Senior brother, monk, I have been waiting for a long time."
The fists and fingers gently hit each other, and a circle of black light shot out from the place where they hit. Everyone in the area of ​​about a radius groaned, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices. Chi Menger was already seriously injured and was about to die, but was swept by this powerful shock wave and screamed suddenly. The Vajra transformed into a broken body and fell heavily to the ground.
Monk Daoyan shouted loudly: "Chimenger is dead, Chimenger is dead, Chimenger is killed by us... Soldiers, kill, kill all these barbarians." He shouted here a few times and shouted in a low voice: "Everyone gathers and retreats in the direction of the Second Prince's army. Leave this demon monk to me to deal with." Chang Tie hugged Li Feng, who had slightly opened his eyelids, and sent a few words in a low voice. The well-trained cavalry of the Yan Prince's Mansion immediately gathered, and the remaining two thousand soldiers protected Chang Tie and the seriously injured Sifang Evil God, Thirteen Blood Hand Shura and others in the middle, and left according to Monk Daoyan's order.
This time, the soldiers did not hesitate at all. They knew that it was impossible for them to interfere in this kind of magic competition. Staying there was only a way to go. So under Chang Tie's order, the remaining two thousand troops quickly ran towards the direction that Zhu Yu's army might be in.
On the other side, the Yuanmeng warriors were stunned by the sound of the monk Daoyan's shouting that resounded for ten miles. In their hearts, Chi Meng'er was defeated by a god of war? And, was he actually killed? A chill broke out in their hearts, a deep chill made them tremble all over and could not raise their spirits to chase Li Feng and the others. A smug smile appeared on Monk Daoyan's face, and he pinched a strange magic trick with his right hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Chimeng'er is dead, you are going to die, so why don't you go away, let's go away." The voice was very soft, but all the Yuanmeng warriors heard it.
The Yuanmeng warriors had lost all their fighting spirit because of Chimeng'er's "death news". Suddenly, they heard the gentle voice of monk Taoyan like a lover whispering. They couldn't help but feel dazed. The swords and guns in many people's hands fell off, and they were no longer interested in fighting.
The fat monk jumped up quickly, as if a meat mountain was coming to Chi Menger's side. A black light flashed out with his right hand and poured it into Chi Menger's body. He took out a big red ball from his waist and stuffed it into Chi Menger's mouth. Immediately, the blood on Chi Menger's body stopped flowing, and his skin grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The fat monk's face suddenly looked like he was greatly relieved. At this time, he suddenly heard the screams of monk Daoyan and couldn't help but jumped up in anger. However, his weight was too big, and he could only jump one inch high.
The fat monk shouted: "What a man, the monk in the South. You still look like a Taoist monk, but you are so shameless with this tempting magic?" This scream, which seemed to kill a pig, immediately woke up all the Yuanmeng warriors who were confused by the magic of monks and Taoism. The soldiers were shocked and woke up, looking at each other one by one, not knowing what happened to them just now.
Monk Daoyan was secretly angry: "Is it easy for me to cast the 'Little West Sky Phantom God and Demon Sound'? If these barbarians were not dazed by Chi Menger's fake death, my magic would not have been successful? I could have blown away the 50,000 troops in one breath, why are you here to join in the fun?" Monk Daoyan saw that all the warriors behind him had retreated, and his face suddenly sank: "Monster Monk, are you using some serious spells?"
The fat monk cursed with confidence: "I'm joining a cult, and it's natural for me to use magic. Why not?"
Monk Taoyan was speechless, yes, he admitted that he had practiced evil deeds, so he could only use evil deeds, so what could he do to attack? Monk Taoyan snorted coldly: "Forget it, let's see what's wrong with our hands. Monk I want to get rid of your disaster for the people of the Ming Dynasty today." The Buddhist beads in his left hand were thrown out, and forty-nine Buddhist beads suddenly turned around in the sky. Every time he turned, a golden light suddenly emitted, and countless golden lights intertwined in the air, and finally transformed into the anger of the Tathagata.
The fat monk was also aware of the goods. He sneered: "Little Vajra Zen, bah, they are all illusions. Look at Buddha, I will destroy you, the fake Buddha." He moved a few steps on the ground with difficulty, sat back on his big carpet, pointed his right hand at the sky, left hand at the ground, and shouted wildly: "Get up." Suddenly, the blanket flew three feet high and floated in the air. The Yuanmeng warriors behind him quickly turned around and ran away with Chi Menger, who was still breathing, for fear of being involved in the magic struggle between the two. Only those Yuanmeng warriors who were several miles away were very happy and were excited that they could see the powerful magic of the national teacher. For a moment, more than 40,000 soldiers and horses stood quietly on the grassland. No one said anything, and naturally no one would mention chasing Li Feng and others now, but it was cheaper to Chang Tie and others who were leading the army to retreat.
The fat monk and monk Daoyan seem to have the same magical power level. Both of them need to constantly use their luck to perform magic. Therefore, they have been doing things for a long time, but there is no other abnormality. Monk Daoyan nervously pinched his handprints and vomited a mouthful of true energy into the Buddhist beads in the sky, while muttering in his heart: "If this little Vajra Zen method had not been activated for too long, would the monk be chased by you so miserably? Humph, demon monk, let you see my skills later."
The monk and Taoist moved, and his right hand pointed towards the sky. The angry Tathagata composed of golden light behind him also raised his right hand. A huge demon-subduing pestle appeared in the Tathagata's hand, suspended three inches from his palm, making a gesture to strike at the fat monk. After the fat monk also made a trick, the huge survival circle appeared on the carpet. The black light lingered, and two green lights appeared in the eyes of the huge Yama King who maintained the survival circle. The green light lingered into two huge glass beads, and it was also about to make a move.
Monk Daoyan shouted loudly: "Break the demons. Go." The demon-subduing pestle in Tathagata's hand suddenly seemed like a golden dragon, and smashed the fat monk's head with a roar that shook the sky.
The fat monk also shouted loudly: "The Buddha saved all living beings, and the six realms of reincarnation." The two glass beads suddenly rotated and formed a blue aperture in front of him. It faintly emitted the howlings of sentient beings, including the wonderful music of the heavens, the murmuring and chanting of the sutras in the Buddhas, the noise of the people in the human world, etc., and the most harsh one was the roar of thousands of beasts in the livestock world.
The golden demon-subduing pestle roared and hit the green six-path reincarnation wheel. Monk Daoyan's body shook, and a trace of blood hung on the corner of his mouth. The fat monk was wonderful. His whole body was trembling, and the layers of flesh waves were ups and downs, which looked so shocking. The rolling flesh waves stirred each other, and even made a "pitch" sound. A red hanged on the monk's mouth, but his body was four or five sizes that Monk Daoyan had, so the blood stains on the corner of his mouth were three or five times thicker.
When the monk saw the mockery sound of a smile on the corner of Monk Daoyan's mouth, he couldn't help but be furious: "Monkey Nanman, look at Buddha, I will use supreme magic power to destroy you." He made a few Buddhist singing sounds from his mouth, rubbed his left hand three times on his forehead, and suddenly a golden light flashed out on his forehead, and his forehead became transparent.
Monk Daoyan was startled and shouted, "Monster Monk, are you going to fight to the death?" Monk Daoyan pointed his right hand, and forty-nine Buddhist beads rotated desperately. Behind him, various strange treasures of the Buddha sect appeared beside the Tathagata. One by one, one by one, the light flashed, the treasure aura swayed, and golden ceiling flowers fell from the sky, and the smell of sandalwood fragrance came to his nose. If this little Vajra Zen method is just in terms of the effect of sound light and shadow, it is indeed the most brilliant and brilliant magic.
The fat monk grinned: "Baba Buddha, I have never suffered such a loss before, just wait and see." He suddenly spewed out a ball of fire-like blood, and a fist-sized white relics shot out from his forehead. The white relics rolled in the blood ball, and suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, and a huge breath came out to all sides. The fat monk pointed his hand, and the white relics emitted forty-two white lights, spreading across the sky. He boasted proudly: "The Buddha has understood the supreme Buddhism, the Nanman monk, you wait to die." His eyes suddenly glared, and the forty-two white lights immediately rushed down at the monk Daoyan under the leadership of the white relics.
Monk Taoyan smiled mysteriously: "Monk, Baba, are you the supreme Buddhism? Look at the mystery of Taoism in Middle Earth." A small jade bottle appeared in his hand, surrounded by the two yin and yang energy. With the Taoist Technique in his right hand, a chaotic qi of Yin and yang rushed straight into Yuntian. Then, a white light also flew from Monk Taoyan's forehead, which was a sword light that was more than ten feet long, swept towards Baba'er very quickly.
Babaer was stunned and roared wildly: "You, you, you are a monk, why do you use that Taoist magic? You, you, your little Vajra Zen method is used to deceive people, you are..." The sword light has reached its body, and the cold sword energy almost freezes Babaer's heart. Babaer roared angrily: "Southern barbarians, you are still the same cunning and shameless." His body jumped up like a bird and flew towards the rear.
Taoist flying swords are easy to use. They come when summoned. They can chop them when they come, and they can bleed when they chop them. They are especially fast. They are really essential items for low-level mages to compete with spells and conspire others.
Naba'er suffered this loss, and had no time to use all kinds of magic on his body, so he forced his sword light to retreat, but his left arm was still chopped down. As blood splattered everywhere, Naba'er howled in pain, and the true energy in his body suddenly became messy, and his connection with the relics in the sky was suddenly interrupted.
Monk Daoyan had already settled down at this moment. He smiled, and the black and white gas sprayed from the yin and yang gas in his hand wrapped the fist-sized relic, and 'dripped' back'. Monk Daoyan laughed loudly, and had already taken out a talisman of 'Taishang Laojun as fast as the law' with his right hand, and put it on the mouth of the bottle, sealing the relic that Babaer had worked hard to figure out after many years of hard work. Monk Daoyan shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Babaer, I dare not refuse, your relic, the monk took away your relic." After saying that, Monk Daoyan did not chase Nabaer. With the sword technique in his right hand, the sword light swept towards Babaer's carpet. After twisting the carpet into pieces, Monk Daoyan put away the Buddhist beads in the sky, laughed and used the method of shrinking the ground to cover his whole body under a layer of white light.
Babaer grabbed his cut off arm in a mess and grabbed it with a pill on his body. He jumped wildly and cursed: "You barbarians in the south, you Central Plains people are all a group of scoundrels, villains, and liars... You don't do a good monk, you want to be a Taoist priest, you... We agreed to compete for Buddhism, you suddenly used Taoist magic to plot against Buddha. I don't agree, I don't agree... When Buddha I go back to Tibet, I invite my fellow seniors to compete with you again."
Baba'er was so angry that she was so angry that she thought that Monk Taoyan's Buddhist practice was similar to hers, and she could compete with him. Who knew that Monk Taoyan didn't talk about any rules in the world, but suddenly she used the Taoist flying sword to plot against him, and she swept away a relic that had been easily cultivated by Huanxi Zen to collect yin and replenish yang. He felt so distressed...
After yelling wildly, Babaer was like a boar, and her mouth was full of white spitting stars, "Warriors of the Mongolian Empire, are you still men? Gather me, their army has been surrounded by my junior brother and disciples with magic. Let's take away his army now... We have mobilized tens of thousands of wolves to surround them, and they can't stop us. As long as we give them another blow, their army will completely collapse."
"Are you guys?"
Ru Lei's howling: "Yes."
"Are you men?"
"yes."
"Do you want to make contributions and make your tribe famous on the grassland?"
"want."
"Do you want to go to the south to grab their beauties, gold, silver and jewelry, silk and satin?"
"think."
"Okay, follow the Buddha and I will rush back to kill all their troops. We will take the opportunity to seize Juyong Pass and we can go to the Central Plains to rob... Kill the monk in black, Master Buddha and I must take back my relics... and rush back."
The 50,000 like a wolf light cavalry let out a crazy howl and rushed towards the army surrounded by spells.
At this moment, Zhu Yu's army could not defend it. The sky was dark, and there were big hailstones in the sky, and there seemed to be a trace of gloomy wind flowing on the ground, making their steps unable to move, and the army could not move at all. What was even more terrifying was that in the dim fog, countless green eyes appeared, countless wolf howlings came, and waves of fishy smells also came, and a large number of wolves surrounded their army.
Zhu Li was panicked. How did the wolves come? What made him even more helpless was that Yuan Meng's army shot countless arrows from the south, while the wolves started attacking from the east, north, and west at the same time. Could it be that these wolves were domesticated by the barbarians of Yuan Meng? In such a dim weather, a large number of wolves attacked, and coupled with the attack from the Yuan Meng army, Zhu Li could not imagine what would happen to his army in the end.
Chapter completed!