The villain of quick wear

Chapter 677

The orthodox monk spoke eloquently and eloquently.

The rest of the orthodox monks nodded their heads when they heard the words.

Wu Ya was so angry that his viscera ached. Are these righteous monks all idiots?

Wuya suppressed his soaring anger, turned around and was about to leave Xuanlingzong.

Wu Ya told himself that he would definitely avenge Wu Hen, but now that the enemy is strong and we are weak, the 36 strategy is the best strategy, and the truth is, if you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about no firewood!

"Wu Ya, this Immortal Venerable wants you to fly away."

The sound was icy cold and piercing, spreading around, and a faint hoarfrost covered the ground.

Wu Ya's body froze, and a chill surged from the soles of his feet, quickly spreading to all his limbs.

Wen Huayu crawled out of the deep pit with her hair disheveled like a demon. She raised her bare hands lightly, and the powerful vortex of spiritual power sucked Wu Ya into it.

The vortex of spiritual power rotated rapidly, and the flowers, plants, trees, and gravel were as sharp as knives, and Wu Ya was smashed into thousands of pieces.

The orthodox monk was stunned, completely stunned by Wen Huayu's move.

Beheading Mahayana monks with every gesture, how high is Wen Huayu's cultivation level?

Three Swords Sword Master and others were terrified, they still underestimated Wen Huayu's strength after all.

Wen Huayu straightened her clothes, and her eyes without emotion and warmth fell on Three Swords Sword Master and the others, "Are you ready to die?"

Sanjian Jianzun and the others had scalp numbness. One of them, an old man with white hair, white beard and white clothes, just erected the turtle shield. Wen Huayu turned into a streamer and smashed through the turtle shield. The old man behind the turtle shield exploded like a firework, with blood and flesh splattered Shoot around.

"Ah!" the young monk screamed.

The hands of the main staff such as Three Swords Sword Master couldn't stop shaking, Ning Xin calmly suppressed the fear.

Wen Huayu licked the flesh and blood on his hand, "Flesh and flesh are really unpalatable for old and immortal things."

Sword Lord Three Swords looked around and said loudly, "Don't be afraid, everyone. We have a large number of people, and we are there to eliminate demons and defend the way, and to uphold justice. Since ancient times, evil has prevailed over good."

The so-called cheering up, Three Swords Sword Master said dryly.

The sword cultivator goes straight forward, breaking all spells with one sword.

Slash with a sword, regardless of whether it is an enemy, a trap, or a natural or man-made disaster.

So Three Swords Sword Master himself is not good at making speeches and feathers, so he can't be blamed.

Morale did not improve, people's hearts were lax, and the so-called monk coalition collapsed.

Three Swords Sword Master and other big bosses prevented Wen Huayu from chasing and killing the young disciples, and Dinghaishenzhen of the sect died one by one.

In just half an hour, only Sword Master Three Swords was left to resist stubbornly.

Wen Huayu laughed loudly, "Old man Sanjian, you are dead."

Sword Master Three Swords breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were dignified, and his sword and human became one, and he decided to die with Wen Hua Yuyu.

Wen Huayu put on a straight face and treated her with eyes.

Three Swords Sword Master is the top existence among sword cultivators, if he burns with jade and stone, Wen Huayu will not be able to keep himself safe and sound.

So sword cultivators are annoying, such people are simply bugs.

"Three Swords, why risk your own life for Wen Huayu's rubbish."

Suddenly, a clear, cold and thick voice exploded in the sky above Xuanlingzong.

Wen Huayu's scalp was numb, and her heart tightened. Her biggest threat finally came.

"Su Jinran, come here as soon as you come, why hide your head and show your tail, no wonder that old man Song Qingshan doesn't like you." Wen Huayu was bold enough to mock Jinran calmly.

Amidst the clouds and mist, Jin Ran asked lightly, "Wen Huayu, it is thanks to your master Song Qingshan that you have come all the way to achieve today's cultivation and achievements, why do you take old things one by one, and you can't respect him at all?" No?"

Wen Huayu snorted coldly, "How can Song Qingshan help me? He is selfish and keeps secrets. If he really loves me, why does he pass on his cultivation to me before he dies?"

(End of this chapter)