The battle between Zhao Fusheng and the Peacock Buddha Mother was like thunder from the sky stirring up fire from the earth, and it reached its extreme in an instant.
There was a big ax in Zhao Fusheng's hand, and the image of the Dharma was actually a picture scroll. The picture was so blurry that it was difficult to see what was painted.
With his left fist and right ax, his attacks were accompanied by light, wind and thunder, constantly changing, repeatedly testing the weakness of the Peacock Buddha. But whether it was lava, fire, or wind, sand and thunder, they were all auxiliary, and his strong body and physical power were the core.
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The peacock monk has a strange change. Every time he can dodge the attack, he will leave a shadow of a golden Bodhisattva in place. And this golden body seems to be virtual and real, Zhao Fusheng has to fight with all his strength.
Only by hitting can it be broken.
From time to time, the peacock monk would point his finger, and his fingertips would turn into colorful haloes. Zhao Fusheng was also very afraid. Whenever the monk pointed, he would definitely dodge and would not want to take a direct hit.
The movements of both sides were extremely powerful, and from time to time a piece of the surrounding rocky ground would suddenly disappear. This was the overflow of attack power from both sides, which actually caused the rocks to be annihilated upon contact.
But overall, the attack power of both sides is extremely concentrated, barely a foot away from the other side, and not a single ounce of mana is wasted.
A dozen monks who had been converted by Peacock Monk received the order at this time and walked towards the captured Flying Diao. Zhao Fusheng was furious, but could not take action, so he could only stare at the monk and attack with all his strength.
The monks who were still shivering on the top of the rocky mountain suddenly stepped back, jumped into the fortifications that had been prepared, and then set up multiple flying sword cannons. The muzzles of the guns were spinning, and countless flying swords were attacking the monks below.
Cum in front of your face!
Although a single flying sword is not very powerful, it cannot withstand many and dense ones, and the flying swords are guided by divine consciousness. No matter how fast the monks dodge, they can't dodge the small flying swords. In the blink of an eye, blood drips from all the cultivators, and they are beaten.
The beatings left bruises all over his body. Although they were only minor injuries to the flesh, they would become serious injuries if accumulated too much.
The cultivators had never seen such a weapon before? They were at a loss for a moment, and they all set up defensive magic weapons to protect themselves, and then slowly climbed up the mountain against the rain of swords.
Zhao Fusheng saw this scene from a distance, his eyes lit up, he laughed loudly, and his offensive was like a violent storm, saying nothing and not letting the Peacock Monk go to the rescue.
The monk's face remained calm, but there was a hint of ferocity in his eyes. He suddenly shouted, his voice getting darker and weirder, like a big bird singing in the sky, and then a huge peacock appeared above his head, staring at Zhao Fusheng with two amber eyes.
A mouthful of five-color glow!
"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Zhao Fusheng let out a long laugh, and a strange beast with a human head and a snake body, six arms and four legs suddenly rushed out of the scroll. Each hand held a different magic weapon.
Originally, it used four hands to block the five-color glow, but in the blink of an eye, the magic weapon in its hand showed signs of melting, so it had to use all six arms to block the peacock's spit.
On the Shishan battlefield, a monk also appeared on the other side, also holding a rotating cannon with flying swords. In an instant, a rain of flying swords rained down on the sky and the earth!
The two sword streams crossed each other, leaving the cultivators with almost nowhere to hide and could only charge against the sword streams.
However, there was a dull roar at this time, and a monk rushing at the front suddenly stopped and one of his thighs separated from his body!
Despite being so seriously injured, the smile on his face did not change, and he still moved forward against the sword flow. However, the body-protecting technique was broken, and his body was shattered by the sword flow in the blink of an eye.
There was another roar, and a casual cultivator in the middle of the team suddenly had a big hole in the middle of his body, and was almost cut into two pieces. The flying swords in a crossfire instantly focused on him, tearing his body to pieces!
Under the cross fire from three parties, there were almost no blind spots in the entire battlefield. Wei Yuan's shot was extremely powerful, breaking through the defense with one strike, and then a torrent of flying swords followed up to kill. In the blink of an eye, six or seven monks were killed on the spot, while the other monks were suppressed.
There was no way to rush up, so I could only climb up in this death zone against the rain of swords.
Although the Xiao Fei Sword is only equivalent to one blow from a human-level Taoist priest, it usually does not hurt or itch when hit on the body. However, it is usually okay to hit dozens of spells one by one, and it will be fine after one or two hundred hits. In addition, Wei Yuan specializes in spot killing.
, all the Dharma ministers suffered heavy casualties immediately.
The Peacock Buddha Mother and Zhao Fusheng, who were fighting fiercely in the distance, did not pay attention. One-third of the monks here had been killed, including two Qiongshan Fairy Island monks. Both of them were surprised, but after half a cup of tea, the ambush was revealed
People have already fired two to three thousand flying swords. What magic weapon is so powerful?
The peacock monk suddenly chanted the Buddha's name softly, and the huge peacock above his head reappeared. This time, instead of spitting out five-colored rays of light, it opened its tail!
A gorgeous feather screen tens of feet long appeared, and patches of five-colored glow suddenly appeared in the underground space. Everyone's bodies seemed to be rusty, and their movements became extremely slow, even Zhao Fusheng was no exception.
Zhao Fusheng did not panic. The scroll above his head turned faster and faster, and desolate roars continued to come from inside, as if some ancient giant beast was about to rush out. With each impact, a large area of ​​five-color glow disappeared.
Zhao Fusheng has a sharp eye and knows that the monk's great magical powers are very energy-consuming and cannot last long. The harder he struggles, the sooner he can break free from the restraints.
The peacock monk pronounced the Buddha's name and was about to get the flying marten. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden roar from the side and a powerful bullet was fired!
The monk took a step sideways to avoid the shot. But then he felt something strange. He followed the trajectory of the bullet and saw that the bullet hit the back of Zhao Fusheng's head!
With a bang, the warhead was completely twisted and deformed and fell to the ground. Zhao Fusheng lost a handful of hair and scratched his skin.
But the momentum of this shot was so great that it also made him dizzy and his eyes turned black. Zhao Fusheng shook his head vigorously, anger surged. Unfortunately, he was still restrained by the peacock magical power, and it seemed like it would take him a year to turn around.
Long.
The monk's figure flashed thoughtfully and appeared at the foot of the mountain. As a result, two torrents of flying swords shot from both sides. The monk's figure flashed back to the original place, and his face finally changed slightly. The three monks who had ambush unexpectedly
It is not affected by your own innate magical powers!
However, the monk did not know that Wei Yuan and the two dragon guards were indeed difficult to move, but what movements were needed to trigger the aim. If the muzzle of the gun moved even a little, the landing point would deviate by dozens of feet. In addition, the flying sword can be guided by spiritual consciousness.
, and it doesn’t necessarily have to be aimed.
As the monk frowned, he heard another roar in his ears.
The sound of this magic weapon is obviously different from that of the flying sword cannon. It only sounds once at a time. Each sound shakes the sky and the earth, like thunder. The bullets fired are also powerful, equivalent to a full blow of the magic weapon. It is definitely not comparable to the small flying sword.
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This shot still hit Zhao Fusheng, because he was turning his head with difficulty, so the shot hit him at the junction of his temple and eye socket. In an instant, his head turned back, and then the shot hit the spot.
Swelling up!
Zhao Fusheng became furious and turned around again, only to see a flash of fire in the distance before his eyes. He lowered his head instinctively and was hit by another bullet on the eyebrow bone of his left eye, flattening half of his eyebrow and then the whole eye became swollen.
Three shots in a row hit Zhao Fusheng, and even the peacock monk was stunned. Could it be that this person and Zhao Fusheng had a grudge against Zhao Fusheng for taking his wife? Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain such a vicious attack and a slap in the face.
Wei Yuan was also shocked. Two shots were fired directly into his face, but his skin was not broken. This magical body is so strong that it can compete with him!
He urgently assigned the task of how to increase the lethality, but this time thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were full of dog-headed military advisors. He offered hundreds of strategies, but none of them worked.
When he received the third shot, Zhao Fusheng was already furious. He squinted his left eye with only a slit left, and let out an earth-shattering roar. A huge dragon head suddenly protruded from the scroll, and a piece of pure white flame spewed out from his mouth.
The peacock, who was still spreading its wings, let out a mournful cry, and white flames ignited on its tail feathers. Many feathers were burnt in an instant!
The monk's face turned pale for a moment, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. When the blood fell to the ground, it also ignited a pure white flame, and was burned up in the blink of an eye.
The monk's expression finally changed, he took away the Dharma form, turned around and left. All the monks who had been saved by him also left with him.
Chapter completed!