Boom, the vast water of the Yellow River roared and surged, causing a rolling wave of raging waves to kill the enemy.

Feng Qingru activated the Water Spirit Pearl, and once he pulled, the tyrannical water flow was drawn into the air and turned into water drops. It had no lethality except to cover the entire dock area in the rainstorm.

The original body of the River God has fallen into the water, but it still cannot avoid being besieged.

The elite group and Shaolin monks have more than 50 epic heroes, and the others are also top-level and excellent heroes. With so many high-end combat power, there are no more than ten countries in the world that can bring about the same lineup.

If it weren't for fighting in the water, I would have taken down the River God long ago.

Xiang Ningxuan stood solemnly on the shore with his sword, entangled with the River God on the soul plane. The light on the immortal sword was indefinitely swallowed and swollen, and he always locked on the River God's divine power.

Several soldiers who were not good at water battles were guarding Xiang Ningxuan.

Suddenly, Xiang Ningxuan's body shook, and the immortal sword in his hand almost escaped.

The River God still has some trump card, and at the end of the moment he did not hesitate to detonate his divine power to break free from the constraints of the immortal sword. Since he is no longer a god, the binding effect of the immortal sword is naturally greatly reduced.

The soul of the river god merges with the body and turns into a water flow mixed in the surging Yellow River to break through in all directions.

"Kill him! Don't let him run away."

Everyone knows that it is the final stage, and whether the battle can be completed perfectly depends on this time. Everyone uses their ultimate moves to block the Jedi escape from the River God.

However, the river god is a god after all, and the soul contains divinity. The general attack effect is not ideal. Several soul ripples rushed out of the encirclement and rushed up and downstream respectively.

When the overall situation is stable, Shen Tao did not participate in the output. As a sniper, the DPS is not important. The most important thing is to be able to take action at critical moments. The soul vision is opened, and even if the body can be transformed into invisible, it can track the soul.

Bang bang bang bang, three guns smashed the three soul ripples that were moving upstream. When he turned the sniper rifle downstream, the soul ripples of the river god had already jumped two or three kilometers away. Although the sniper bullets could be shot, the accompanying soul abilities could not attack such a far-reaching target.

Xiang Ningxuan comforted, "Forget it, just run away. The River God shouldn't have much power left. As long as he eliminates his believers, he will not know that it will be the year of the Monkey and Horse Month!"

At this moment, a golden thunder broke through the Yellow River, completely eliminating the soul ripples that were scattered and fleeing with thunder.

Now, the river god is really destroyed by both souls and souls.

A bearded Taoist came over the waves. The golden thunder just now was sent by him, with its power far exceeding that of ordinary epic heroes.

He was calm, straight, and his hair was casually tied into a Taoist bun. He had no other equipment except a green sermon robe and a pair of black cloth and white-soled shoes, and he felt quite out of the dust.

Unfortunately, when we got closer, the calves covered with leg hair appeared under the Taoist robe from time to time, destroying the overall feeling, and turning from a elegant immortal to a big stinger.

"Thank you for your help, what do you call me?" Xiang Ningxuan asked politely.

The Taoist priest waved his hand and said, "My name is Gu Zhihong, a disciple of Zhengyi. He is ordered by his master to come to Shenweijun to report. Don't call me Taoist priest, I am only 23 years old."

Xiang Ningxuan looked at his beard and couldn't believe that this guy was only 23 years old.

Gu Zhihong touched his chin and said, "I'm inherited this. I don't have a razor blade, so I can only do this."

Xiang Ningxuan had never heard of Zhengyi Sect. Anyway, he looked like a Taoist priest, so he just didn't want to let Buddhism dominate. A great master came to Taoist sect, which just stimulated Shaolin monks.

Sure enough, several monks glared at Gu Zhihong. Shi Qinhu and others hugged their arms around him and mocked him: "Zhengyimen? Haven't you heard of it? Is there no one in the Taoist sect? Why did you send only one person?"

Even if he was surrounded by others, Gu Zhihong still looked calm and composed. He said seriously: "We are rigorous introductory and screening, not everyone can get started. Ambition, character, and qualifications are indispensable. There are only three people in this generation who can get started. It is even more difficult to get a master. You need to read the Taoist sect carefully, consolidate the Taoist foundation, and consolidate the Taoist heart. If it weren't for the national recruitment this time, I would probably not have passed the assessment so easily."

Gu Zhihong said this, perhaps because he was unintentional, but he was a naked slap in the face of the Shaolin monk.

Shaolin Temple is a sect that is wide in and out. Anyone who pays some tuition can learn martial arts and graduate after passing the exam for a few years.

In addition to chanting "Amitabha", such monks know nothing about Buddhist scriptures and Dharma. They don't even have a scar when they shave their heads and drink and eat meat. They are not much different from ordinary martial arts practitioners. People in the martial arts world are even more important than Buddhist disciples.

After graduation, monks may not be able to do heroic justice, and many people are involved in gangs and evil.

Therefore, no matter how large the Shaolin Temple is, it will not have a high status in Buddhism.

More than a dozen monks surrounded a Taoist priest, but they did not dare to take action. They could not suppress the other party in terms of momentum, and they became embarrassed after a long time.

"I'm sorry, please give in. I'll report to the commander of the Shenwei Army." Although Gu Zhihong had the word "please" on his mouth, a ball of golden thunder had gathered in his hands. He is not a fool, and a good character does not mean he has no temper. These monks rely on the large number of people to bully him, so he naturally cannot show weakness.

The golden thunder was filled with lightning, and there seemed to be a small sword inside to suck the sword light, containing the power of lightning and sword energy.

Shi Qinhu, who faced the golden thunder, couldn't help but his hair stood up and quickly put up the golden bell cover.

The two have not yet come into contact directly, but the energy has already clashed. The thunder sword energy collided with the golden bell, making a sizzling sound. The golden bell was obviously concave, and the surface was covered with thunderous cracks. The golden little sword was ready to go, as if it could penetrate the cracks on the golden bell at any time and launch a fatal blow.

It doesn't feel like you can see the golden thunder killing the remnant soul of the River God from afar. Only by experiencing it yourself can you feel its terrifying power.

As the leader of the monk who joined the Shenwei Army, Shi Qinhu believed that he was not inferior to the so-called personal disciple who was retreating and practicing hard in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. He never thought that a little Taoist could easily break his golden bell cover, but Shi Qinhu himself was provoking first. If he dodged away in shame, wouldn’t he be disgraced?

"You must not be rude to capture the tiger. This fellow Taoist is also a comrade in the Shenwei Army. Why don't you let go?"

Master Yonghui's angrily scolded him to help him, Shi Qinhu slapped his palm and repelled the golden thunder, and he flew away.

Hahaha, Xiang Ningxuan really wanted to laugh three times. The Taoist sect did not disappoint. As a local Chinese sect, it usually doesn’t show any signs, but its foundation is still very profound. Gu Zhihong alone is enough to balance a group of monks in Shaolin Temple, which also makes him feel much more worry-free.

"What spell did Master Gu use?" Xiang Ningxuan asked. He could feel that the energy of this mixture of thunder and sword energy was strong and domineering, suitable for breaking the enemy with dignity. His Immortal Sword is suitable for trapping the enemy and trapping the enemy with great strength.

Gu Zhihong took back the golden thunder and said, "This sect secret is the Shenxiao Tianlei Sword."
Chapter completed!