The strongest bodyguard and pretty president

boom -

A building next to the main hall suddenly collapsed.

All of a sudden, dust filled the sky.

But the big powerhouses are still continuing to fight, and the whole temple is filled with the sound of swords clashing.

People from all sects mostly use swords, but they also use knives, and there are strong men with other weapons.

Head Qiu swung his sword and wounded a monk, and shouted, "Kill them!"

Leading eighteen generals, Shen Tianlong took out the pistols he had prepared long ago,

bang bang bang-

Chen Bin succeeded in one move, and they also used this method to kill the enemy.

Anyway, some opponents who are not too strong will always be killed by them accidentally.

In this way, the pressure on Mr. Cheng and the others was greatly reduced.

After all, not everyone can dodge bullets.

After killing more than a dozen low-ranking powerhouses in a row, the Golden Wheel Saint King snorted and glared at him murderously.

"court death!"

With a flick of his hand, a flywheel came with a whirlwind.

Shen Tianlong yelled, "Be careful!"

Instinctively rushed over, hugged the brother and rolled to the ground.

brush--

The flywheel passed overhead and shaved a pillar behind him.

The pillar with a diameter of about [-] centimeters was cut off unexpectedly.

Crash, a piece of rubble fell from the top of the head and hit several people.

Shen Tianlong got up and said angrily, "Bastard!"

bang bang bang-

Both guns were fired at the same time, and they fired several shots at the Golden Wheel Saint King.

The Holy King of the Golden Wheel was furious, and flew over with his arms fluttering, and threw out another flywheel.

The two flywheels are just as terrifying as sawtooth, everywhere they go, they are all sawn off by the flywheels.

One of the monks was caught off guard, and his abdomen was injured by the flywheel, and his intestines flowed out.

Peng——

I saw the golden wheel sage king slapping over, knocking Shen Tianlong into the air.

The King of the Golden Wheel is at the peak of strength, and looking at the present, there is absolutely no one who can match him.

With Shen Tianlong's strength, he was naturally slapped away by others.

puff--

Shen Tianlong spat out a mouthful of blood and almost passed out.

Gou Ri's Golden Wheel Saint King is too strong.

Leng Feng rushed over to help Shen Tianlong up, "Young Master, how is it?"

Shen Tianlong shook his head, poof——

At this moment, the Holy King of the Golden Wheel flew over and struck out his palms again and again, knocking all eighteen generals into the air.

Without the bullets of the Eighteen Generals to help out, the pressure on the members of the Nine Clans increased again.

Cheng Lao and the others fought bloody battles, and gradually they all died.

Now only Cheng Xueyi and Hua Linglong could barely fight against the Demon Passion Sword and the Blood-devouring Sword.

There is still a big gap in the strength of others.

But fortunately, not all of the opponents' strengths are in the heavenly realm.

Master Wuhui led his disciples to deal with people from the ten directions.

clang--

There was a sound of a sword in the void, Hua Linglong slashed Daoist Ling Feng's black sword, and slapped the opponent's chest with a slap.

Daoist Ling Feng was knocked down by Hua Linglong and hit her in the palm.

puff--

Hua Linglong succeeds with one move, and leaps over, slashing with the scimitar in her hand.

clang--

Over there, a flywheel passed by, blocking Hua Linglong's knife.

"waste!"

The Golden Wheel Saint King said angrily, came from the sky, and slapped Hua Linglong with his palm in the air.

"Ah--"

Who is Hua Linglong his opponent?
In addition, the opponent was sneak attacking again, and he was hit by the Golden Wheel Sacred King's move unexpectedly.

Seeing Hua Linglong fall, King Jinlun's face was indifferent, and he stared at Cheng Xueyi who was fighting with the demon in the void.

The figure of the King of the Golden Wheel floated up, staring at Cheng Xueyi, "Girl, let's catch you without a fight, so you won't die!"

Cheng Xueyi was furious, "What?"

With a coquettish shout, the long belt in his hand condensed into a sharp sword, and slashed towards the ugly Golden Wheel Saint King.

clang--

The King of Golden Wheels threw out a flywheel casually, "Seeing that you have good talent, why don't you follow me back to make the stove?"

Cheng Xueyi's face was livid, "A dog can't spit out ivory teeth!"

"Old man, take your life!"

She actually gave up her demon feelings and stabbed at the Golden Wheel Saint King with a sword.

The Golden Wheel Saint King was indeed extremely ugly, rough and extremely ugly, no wonder Cheng Xueyi was furious.

Seeing Cheng Xueyi pounced towards him, King Jinlun was overjoyed and clasped his palms together.

Cheng Xueyi's long sword was clamped between two flywheels.

"As long as anyone I fancy, don't try to escape, you can't escape today!"

Around the hands of the Golden Wheel Saint King, two flywheels slashed towards Cheng Xueyi one after the other.

Where is Cheng Xueyi's opponent?
Butian Jue can't deal with Jinlun Sage King either.

Fluffy——

The Golden Wheel Saint King threw more than a dozen palms in a row, and the two flywheels slashed back and forth. Cheng Xueyi made a careless move and was sent flying by him.

thump--

He fell heavily on the eaves and rolled several times.

"Snow suit!"

Cheng Lao yelled, leaving his opponent aside and rushing forward.

Cough cough--

Cheng Xueyi coughed several times, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and her face was full of hatred.

The King of the Golden Wheel laughed loudly, "What a furnace, I want to order it!"

I saw him soaring into the sky like a roc bird, and rushed towards Cheng Lao and the other two.

"Amitabha!"

An old voice came from the direction of the Sutra Pavilion.

thump—

A huge copper bell came across the sky.

The King of Golden Wheels was stunned, and played double rounds again.

clang clang-

The flywheel passed the big clock, and the big clock was unscathed.

And continue to crash into the Golden Wheel Saint King.

The King of the Golden Wheel waved his arms, and -

It was slapped heavily on the big clock, and the big clock made a long and long sound.

A gray shadow pierced through the air, and volleyed a palm.

Pass--

A boundless force, transmitted through the big bell, slammed heavily into the chest of the Golden Wheel Saint King.

The Golden Wheel Saint King flew upside down and broke a tree trunk that was as thick as a bowl in the temple.

puff--

This time it was his turn to vomit blood.

The King of the Golden Wheel held his chest, "Who?"

Everyone looked over together, only to see a gray shadow falling with the big clock.

thump—

The sound of the big bell falling to the ground made everyone's ears numb.

An old monk in gray robe sat on the big bell, "Amitabha!"

The Golden Wheel Saint King's face was flustered, and the opponent actually wounded him with a palm, and it was through the big clock. This skill alone was enough to shock the world.

You must know that you are a strong man at the peak of the heavens, and you are so easily defeated by him, which shows how powerful he is.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore!"

The old monk closed his eyes and made a compassionate voice.

King Jinlun got up, "What the hell is a mere old monk pretending to be doing here?"

"The two great devils under the command of the holy king, the four great guardians, the eight great holy kings, and the twelve rudder masters, they are so powerful, how can you, a monk, stop them?"

"The holy king is out of the customs, all of you are nothing but mantises in front of the holy king."

"The Nine Clans are gone, let's accept our fate!"

The Golden Wheel Saint King shook his arms, and the two flywheels returned to his hands.

I saw him grab the flywheel and chop!
Throw it to the old monk.

The old monk recited again, Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful.

A blow with both palms out of thin air actually shattered the two flywheels.

The figure of the Golden Wheel Saint King came quickly, with both palms out, puffy——

With the strength of the peak powerhouse, he strives to hit with one blow.

The old monk just raised his hand lightly, and an invisible force surged in the void immediately.

The Golden Wheel Saint King was restrained by this force, and he ran into it out of control.

Peng——

The two palms clapped together, and a terrifying force quickly spread from the palms to his whole body.

The strength spread throughout his whole body at a visible speed.

boom -

There was a loud noise in the void, and the body of the Golden Wheel Saint King was directly blown to pieces.

A piece of dust splashed, and a strong smell of blood rose in the air.

The old monk slowly withdrew his palm, "Amitabha!"