Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

Lei Wujie turned his head to Yueqing and nodded slightly. Suddenly, an angry monk punched him. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and grabbed the monk's fist.

"You're so angry, you still play sneak attack, right? Come on, I'll bring you down!"

Lei Wujie's frost-cold Qi circulated in his body, and the monk's entire arm was frozen in an instant.

The glaring monk suddenly felt a biting chill in all the meridians in his body, and his expression was very painful.

Lei Wujie abided by the principle of taking advantage of his illness to kill him, and threw the glaring monk to the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall, and stepped on his face.

"Carry away, next!"

"Let go of Senior Brother Dahuai!" Several other monks attacked at the same time, and Lei Wujie dodged in a flash.

"Let this old monk come to meet you!" At this moment, a fat and smiling monk slapped him with a slap. That slap looked slow and soft, and seemed to have no power.

But Lei Wujie is someone who has read the script, his hands turned into claws, his left hand was ignited with flames, and his right hand was covered with frost, and he crossed them.

"Ah!" The fat monk screamed, looking down, his arms were scratched and dripping with blood.

Lei Wujie jumped back, mockingly said: "Fatty, you laughed so happily just now, why can't you laugh anymore after you got hit by my Nine Yin White Bone Claw?"

"This person is so ruthless, he must be the new protector of the Demon Sect, you must not fight alone, get into the battle!" Zen Master Dajue reminded.

The monks nodded, centered on Zen Master Dajue, formed a semicircle after running, and surrounded Lei Wujie.

Soon the attacks of those monks became different from just now. Everyone's figure moved quickly, and every move they made felt endless.

Arhat Fist, Vajra Finger, Nianhua Finger, and Qiankun Sleeve, these different Buddhist martial arts, attacked Lei Wujie one by one.

Facing this combined attack technique, Lei Wujie felt the pressure increased greatly, and regretted that he did not bring the shark-toothed sword when he went out, otherwise he would let them report to the Buddha every minute.

Seeing that Lei Wujie could only dodge now, Yueqing frowned slightly, and three plum blossom needles appeared in her hand.

Facing the aggressive appearance of this group of people, Lei Wujie decided not to hold back.

When Jing Baiming demonstrated the Eighteen Shocking Swords that day, although he didn't see most of the moves clearly, he still remembered the last move.

That move was also the ultimate move of the righteous Mohists in the past, which almost caused Qin Huang's blood to splash five steps, and it was called You Long Chuan Feng.

Although Lei Wujie doesn't have a sword in his hand, with his current cultivation, he can still use his hands as a sword.

So he raised his hands high, with murderous intent in his eyes. In his current picture, he is the righteous man surnamed Jing. The only person in front of him is the emperor wearing a black dragon robe and a long sword hanging from his waist. .

And what he has to do today is to behead the emperor in order to fulfill his promise with the Crown Prince of Yan.

"I have a sword that can kill Emperor Qin!"

I saw a red light flashing between the seven monks.

"Ah~" The arms of the four Jiulong Temple monks screamed and were cut off.

"Dajue Bald Donkey, with one strike, all your juniors will be killed!" Lei Wujie sneered.

Now Zen Master Dajue couldn't sit still any longer, he shouted angrily and came three feet in front of Lei Wujie.

"If you let this demon grow up, you will definitely become the next Ye Dingzhi. Even if I risk my life today, I will kill you!"

Upon hearing the word 'Ye Dingzhi', Yueqing's face showed a gloomy expression.

Then he cursed at Zen Master Dajue: "You are not worthy of mentioning his name at all."

Lei Wujie retreated to Yueqing's side, patted her on the shoulder, and comforted her:

"Why should a girl be as knowledgeable as a bald donkey? Do you think a donkey can understand human language?"

Yueqing laughed so loudly that she gave Lei Wujie a thumbs up in her heart, she hadn't seen such an interesting man for a long time.

Zen Master Dajue's face twitched a few times, and he made up his mind that Lei Wujie must die without a whole body!

He clasped his hands together and chanted a few words of Buddha's words. His body immediately grew bigger, his muscles also swelled, and his whole body radiated a golden light.

Lei Wujie's brows tightened for a while, as if it was the legendary indestructibility of King Kong.

But he is not afraid, now he is already half a step of the free and unfettered state, and the cultivation base of Zen Master Dajue is also in the late stage of the state.

So he stepped forward, his left hand was lit with flames, his right hand was covered with frost, and a shadow of fists appeared in front of him, pouring out towards Zen Master Dajue.

"I'll let you pretend, Big Dipper Hundred Crack Fist, ah da da da da da~"

His current fists were only focused on Dajue's face. Zen Master Dajue didn't take it seriously at first, but after a cup of tea, the golden light on his face quickly dimmed, and his face was covered with bruises.

"No, this person is a half-step master!"

Zen Master Dajue was shocked, he hurriedly retreated and came to the side of other monks.

Lei Wujie blew into his fist, and said with a chuckle, "Bulk, does it taste good to be beaten?"

Chan Master Dajue didn't dare to look directly at him, and said to the rest of the monks, "Masters and brothers, help me!"

The rest of the monks nodded, and poured their internal energy into Dajue's body with their hands. The figures of those monks quickly became thinner, but Zen Master Dajue's clothes exploded, and his figure skyrocketed again. The golden light all over his body was even stronger than before.

Seeing this, Yueqing turned her beautiful eyes quickly, and hurriedly reminded:
"It's not good, his cultivation is almost at the Happy Heaven Realm."

"Young master, we still have time to run."

Just as Lei Wujie was about to speak, he found that at some point, Sikong Qianluo had come to him with a shark-toothed sword on his back.

"Sister, why are you here?"

"Hmph, I'm not worried about you yet! Nuo, your sword."

"Thank you sister." Lei Wujie smiled at Sikong Qianluo.

Then he turned around, his eyes were like a gleam of coldness, and his cold voice sounded.

"I'm not as kind as Wuxin, and I will let you Buddhist scum get out!"

His principle is that if people want to kill me, I will kill.

Put the shark-toothed sword across the chest, inject the power into the blade with your fingers, and the shark-toothed sword immediately ignited a five-foot red light.

Then he swept across with the sword and attacked Zen Master Dajue.

"Ghost Valley Profound Truth, traverses all directions!"

The extremely domineering eight sword qi, combined with a ten-foot-long black dragon, formed a terrifying storm of sword qi and swept towards Zen Master Dajue.

The golden light of Zen Master Dajue's body shattered layer by layer, and wounds appeared continuously.

"Brother, retreat quickly, if this continues, we will all die here!"

Zen Master Dajue nodded, and exhausted all his strength to simultaneously activate the Vajra Indestructible Magic Art and the Heart Bell Defense Shield. Before being shattered by the whirling storm of sword energy, he hurriedly led his juniors to evacuate.

"Listen well, the person who beat you today is the filial son of Beili, Baili Dongjun."

With a voice full of inner strength, Lei Wujie yelled at the people in Jiulong Temple who were fleeing in panic.

Seeing such a terrifying attack, even those monks could not be killed, Sikong Qianluo couldn't help complaining.

"These monks are really disgusting. Their martial arts are not good, but they are very resistant to beating."