I kill ghosts and gods with martial arts

Chapter 156 Come!Come!Come!
When the dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the ground veins and rituals of the yin house changed quietly, Wu Shengjian Gu Huiming stared at the dark land below, and suddenly had a very bad premonition at a certain moment.

The intuition of warriors is very keen.

When he felt something was wrong, he quickly turned his head to look at the Taoist in black.

"Daoist Xiu Ming, is there something wrong down here?"

Xiu Ming, a Taoist priest from a sect, has not sensed anything yet.

He frowned strangely.

"There's nothing wrong down here... Wait a minute, what's wrong with my spell, Taoist priest? What the hell is this..." Xiu Ming was suddenly startled and angry, and one of the ghostly upper body augmentation secrets he had cast suddenly seemed like Met a magnet.

Not only can't move.

From the far end came the sound of tigers roaring and dragons roaring, and finally condensed into a killing word!The kill character was like karmic fire, and it burned into the heart of the black-clothed Taoist priest in an instant!

Xiu Ming was startled, but he let out a muffled grunt that the spell had been burned, and he was caught off guard and had no time to resolve it, so he was rushed by the holy statue's angry and majestic killing intent, making him dizzy.Touching his nose again, it was wet, but it was bleeding, Xiu Ming looked puzzled.

In his training career, this kind of thing has never happened before.

This suddenly reflects the ignorance of the flaws in inheriting knowledge if it is not a decent family.

"problem occurs."

Wu Shengjian didn't talk nonsense, he swept his body and galloped down.

And the ghost general who was being borrowed also felt that something was wrong. It seemed that there was something wrong with all the little ghosts it arranged below.

at the same time.

In another area of ​​the vampire.

"Amitabha, all benefactors have heavy karma, and the monks have limited cultivation. I don't want to hurt the benefactor's life. I also ask all benefactors not to fight rashly."

The Dharma practice is more advanced, the body is cast like brass, and the monk Bu Zhan with a shiny big bald head really scowls to persuade the Xu family priests in front of him not to mess around.

Because go on fooling around.

He really can't help but beat them to death.

With a look of compassion on his face, Monk Buzhan clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.Obviously, to deal with warriors, not just reciting the Buddha's name can solve the problem, otherwise the Buddha would not need to set up so many vajra protectors under his seat, and the Xu family in front of him is sweating profusely, ready to fight hard at any time.

This monk whose dharma name is not beheaded is too scary!

Like an indestructible Buddhist protector, no matter what kind of martial arts explosion falls on him, it doesn't hurt or itch, and when his vajra body moves, he is bombarded by fierce and surging force like a rolling river!It's really a scratch, a bone fracture, it's almost hard to face the enemy head-on!
Monk Bu Zhan surrounded the Xu family who was in charge of supporting outside by himself.

He's already restrained.

Thinking of beating them casually, and then bringing them in front of the Buddha day and night to recite scriptures and copy the mantra to repent, presumably the boundless Dharma of the Buddha will definitely influence them and stop doing evil.Continuing to recite the Buddha's name, the monk who is not beheaded rushed towards the crowd with a resolute appearance that I will not go to hell, but whoever will go to hell.

For a moment, there was the sound of bone cracking and screams!
the other side.

The full-haired Zhengyangzi drew out his scarlet jade long sword, which was rarely drawn out of its sheath. Under the reflection of the moonlight, his indistinguishable handsome face showed a noble and true spirit. .

A Taoist priest wields his sword at night, trying to slay demons.

And behind him.

However, a row of Yin soldiers holding bone umbrellas, rusty swords, shackles and other strange Yin weapons fell down in disorder. These Yin soldiers were killed together almost in an instant. All I saw was a sword mark like the scorching sun that lasted forever.

The sword mark has not dissipated for a long time, even though the ghost's body has been wiped out, it is still engraved in the void, exuding a clanging sword intent in all directions!

Not to mention looking directly, just feeling will have the illusion of being cut by the sword intent!
It's hard for anyone to imagine.

A pretty Taoist like Zhengyangzi can arouse such a terrifying sword intent, which doesn't match his appearance at all. No matter how you look at it, the peerless sword intent that looks down on the world can only be wielded by a person of the level of an ancestor. .

"Huh... Pindao hasn't fought like this for a long time."

The pretty Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand and put the long ruby ​​sword in the scabbard on her back.

Wiping the sweat that oozed from his forehead, his warm and bright eyes showed no murderous intent, only a touch of joy.As soon as Zhengyangzi received Wu Mourning's call, he rushed over without saying a word. He had done a lot of effort to help Wu Mourn.

These unlucky ghost soldiers.

It was cut off by the pretty Taoist priest with a single sword.

After finishing all this, Zhengyangzi counted the time and habitually looked up at the sky.

"It seems to be almost resolved. According to divination, there is no enemy missing, and all of them have entered the net."

And outside the shady area.

One after another, under the slow yelling of the leader, politely blocked the street. Most of these people had extraordinary skills, and they walked with the blood of a warrior.And the leader quickly completed the blockade of this area, turned around and chatted with a person and laughed happily.

This person is Mei Jiexing who just came from Yushan.

Master Mei was shaking his Wujiang Bright Moon fan, chatting and laughing happily with the other party, the status and status revealed in the words were not much worse than the other party, at least the two sides were equal.

"Yuheng, the game you set up is not easy."

"It's just following the trend."

Mei Jiexing also looked up at the sky in the blocked area. The stars tonight became extraordinarily bright, and even the brilliance of the moon seemed dimmed by a few minutes.

"Next, it depends on whether the Xu family is a strong man who cuts his wrists, or whether he looks forward and backward."

"Whatever."

"He will be seriously injured!"

Fuzi Mei put away the folding fan in his hand with a snap. It had been a long time since he followed the trend like this. The long-lost sense of excitement made his brain work extremely fast at this moment.Their actions tonight can be regarded as a head-on blow to the aristocratic family, especially the Xu family who have been dancing very happily recently.

They never imagined that the contemporary walks of Yunzhou, Taoism and Buddhism are all friends of his Mei.

It's nothing more than that the right is more helpful than the wrong.

At a certain moment, the starlight was shining among the natural bullfights, and the earth was as bright as the dawn. Mei Jiexing seemed to see a figure like a peerless beast in the blocked area, tearing the broken body of the enemy , completely throwing away the honest and deceitful disguise, and crazily trampled on the enemy in front of him.

Qianlong emerges from the abyss, facing the superior, there is always someone who is willing to get angry at the crown!
And this posture.

It is his future good son-in-law, with excellent martial arts!
"I am a martial artist! Hurry up and fight to the death with me! Hahahahahaha!!"

"Come! Come! Come!"

"You are inferior to pigs and dogs! Fight! Fight! Come on!"

Facing the two terrified fighters, Wu Mour, who was laughing maniacally, kept flickering and reappearing the real power armor on his body. Facing the light of the knife drawn by the knife thrower, he rushed forward without dodging or avoiding.

The sharp poison-poisoning concealed weapon was shot at the true force armor.

The scene is extremely weak.

The 27th layer of Yinglong's real armor is layered on top of each other, even if it is not resistant to sharp weapons, the throwing knife thrown by the warrior in the middle of Qizang can only break through the nine-layered real armor on Wu Mour's body in one go, and then exhausted.

At the end of the crossbow, you can't wear Lu Zhan.

Even with the armor-piercing special power and the control of martial arts true power, this martial artist who likes to use hidden weapons can only watch in horror as Wu Mourning, who has opened the divine door state, rushes towards him violently and quickly!

What wears the forest and beats the swallows, the silver stars are scattered, picking the stars and taking the moon, all kinds of hidden weapons and gestures to kill, Wu Mourning has only one word, reckless! !
"Stop him!"

Hidden weapon fighters are obviously not good at fighting head-on, so they quickly activated their magical powers of opening and hiding.

His figure suddenly became blurred and distorted, and multiple phantoms swayed, coupled with erratic steps, unexpectedly made Wu Mourn unable to figure out his trajectory for a moment, and was thrown away by him a little.

Another warrior came up to him with a special short stick.

With a roar, his body shone with a metallic luster, obviously he is also a Qizang martial artist who is proficient in horizontal kung fu.

"Go away!"

Just wanting to kill that slut who threw the hidden weapon, Wu Mour was furious.He has long wanted to try what the full strength of a warrior in the middle stage of Qizang looks like. He has a godly attitude, a golden body of a holy image, a real armor of a dragon, ten times the blood, and a strengthened physique. Dare I ask, can I fight head-on?

The two figures were bombarded together like fired shells!
boom! ! !
At this moment, it was like a heavy cannon had landed in the yin house.

Under the moonlight, one could clearly see the white air waves being pushed away.

Wu Mourn let out a muffled snort, and the emerging Yinglong Zhenjia instantly shattered seventeen layers, many of which were disintegrated by a deft vibration force.And the opponent's fists also showed a metallic color, the whole person was like a huge violent ape, he swung his fists and fought with Wu Dao fist to flesh.

You punch me, I kick back.

One mallet, one elbow!

The two human-shaped beasts had exhausted their vigor and energy, and gave up their fancy moves to fight each other!
Ten strokes, fifty strokes, one hundred strokes, 150 strokes!

1 Ninety strokes!

The short-staff warrior vomited vermilion at the mouth, and his red eyes activated the Qizang supernatural power. His Qizang supernatural power doubled his overall strength within the time of a stick of incense. When combined with explosive skills, he can use real power to activate it. More than ten times the force of the bombardment.

This stick finally shattered all Yinglong Zhenjia on Wu Gong's body in one breath.

Wu Mourn was hit on the chest with a stick.

Then he breathed out a mouth full of rust as if nothing had happened, and continued to laugh grinningly, dragging this particularly addictive martial artist into the rhythm of the fight.

Shenmenjin is here, want to leave?no way!

"how can that be!?"

The horizontal martial artist exclaimed in disbelief.

Then he confronted Wu Mourn in desperation, until his supernatural powers dissipated, his true strength was gone, his energy and blood strength could not be revived, his muscles and bones were broken, and he was extremely aggrieved and unwilling to be punched by Wu Mourning. Alive and shocked, he died in the corner.

(End of this chapter)