In those years, the cultivators we cut together

"Chong!"

"boom!"

Blades collided, spirits collided, the boy from Shenzhou and the boy from Dongying with bare buttocks collided with each other, people came and went and staggered each other, and the moment the two sides met, they used all kinds of attack moves to their heart's content. In the whole canyon, you can see monsters of various colors everywhere. streamer.

In the sky, the 14-year-old Xiao Yuer pierced the sky and headed straight for the two giant spirit beasts.

The foundation-building cultivators of Dongying seemed to do it on purpose. They rushed directly into the crowd and started a scuffle with many teenagers. They did not choose to fight directly with Chen Nianyun and the others, so Chen Nianyun and the others also flew into the crowd, wantonly Fight fiercely with the Japanese monks.

"Ba Ga!" A naked Dongying monk swung a knife and threw out the spirit wave, while the Shenzhou boy who was fighting against him raised his hand and blocked it with his spirit shield, and then slapped him on the head.

"I'm as tall as your grandma!"

"Chong!"

"boom!"

A Shenzhou boy faced the siege of two Dongying monks at the same time and was beaten back and forth. He fell to the ground. Qian Xiaolong from Kunlun just happened to knock down one of them. Seeing this scene, he rushed over and grabbed one of them by the head. Then he used his spiritual power to punch him, sending him flying into the rock wall.

The boy who fell to the ground also got up immediately, using his spiritual power to drive the other person back.

"Brother cheer up, don't be cowardly." Qian Xiaolong smiled at him.

The young man said gratefully, "Thank you fellow Taoist for your help."

"Haha, we're all on our own, you're welcome, brother." After speaking, Qian Xiaolong punched another Dongying cultivator who was sneaking up.

"watch out!"

The entire canyon is already in chaos, all kinds of spiritual power are released everywhere, magic weapons are waved wantonly, Shenzhou language and Dongying language are mixed and noisy, and the sound is everywhere.

Tangyuan bent down sharply in the crowd, avoiding the blade swung by a monk from Dongying, and then raised his hand to grab his empty crotch. The medicine was stuffed into his mouth, and then he took out another pill, and threw it at another naked Dongying monk who rushed forward.

"boom!"

The elixir exploded, and the cultivator immediately wailed the blood from the chrysanthemum.

"Who wants to help, I still have some pills here." Tang Yuan shouted at the teenagers who were fighting with each other.

On the other side, in the fierce melee, Soujiro Sato fought back four Shenzhou monks with one against four, and smashed their magic weapons to pieces.

And just when he was about to start a killing spree with a smirk, a young girl rushed out, and a piece of magic talisman bombarded him.

"boom!"

The fiery spirit exploded, and Zhang Ting looked at the smoke in front of her out of breath.

The generated air wave dissipated, and Sato Soujiro, who was unharmed, stood quietly, looking at Zhang Ting and several other Maoshan disciples in front of him with a morbid sneer...

At the edge of the canyon, a girl with some baby fat on her face was knocked to the ground by a Dongying monk, and she fell to the ground with difficulty. The bare-bottomed Dongying monk laughed loudly, talking about Dongying Speech, then raised the blade in his hand high and prepared to chop down.

And at this moment, there was a bursting whistling sound from behind him!

"Pfft!"

Most of the sword tip pierced his chest, and large pieces of plasma rolled down.

Cultivator Dongying looked at the sword protruding from his chest in disbelief, and a "uh uh uh..." sound came out of his throat.

Behind him, Tan Songlei held the spirit sword in horror, panting heavily.

After a long time, Tan Songlei was heartbroken, kicked him over, and pulled out the blood-stained spirit sword.

"Senior brother." The injured Wenzhu got up, looked at the pale Tan Songlei, and hurriedly supported him worriedly.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay." Tan Songlei, who had killed someone for the first time, was still in shock. He glanced at his junior sister Wen Zhu, and asked eagerly: "Junior sister, I killed him when he wanted to kill you. What I did was a good thing, right? .”

Asparagus froze for a moment, then nodded viciously.

"Yes, brother did a good thing!"

In the arena, the fight was still going on. Nara Okagawa held a samurai sword and singled out six Shushan swordsmen, and the sound of swords and swords was endless.

As if he had gone mad, he swung his knife to drive back the six struggling Shushan Sword Cultivators, and yelled frantically:

"That's the feeling! It's so damn cool!"

In the other part of the canyon, Chen Nianyun, who was also an enemy with many people, blasted several people away in a row, and then kicked over the last Dongying monk. To Nara Okagawa, who was in a daze.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, looked at the Dongying monk who was suffering under his feet, and raised the sword in his hand.

"Feel sorry."

"Pfft!"

At this moment, the battlefield is in full swing. Almost everyone is fighting bloody battles. There are explosions, roars, and the roar of magic weapons colliding everywhere. It is extremely lively, except for the glutinous rice balls of course.

He was like an old man, blinking and cross-eyed, wandering around with a handful of pills in his hand, throwing pills while walking, to see who didn't like it, or where he needed help, he would pick up one Throwing the elixir, a pile of colorful powder exploded, and the Japanese cultivators who were affected either had uncontrollable diarrhea, or got bigger somewhere, or at worst, were stunned by the smell of the powder.

Regardless of whether those Dongying monks opened their protective shields or magic weapons, they couldn't resist them all.

"Hey, it's a pity. This time, for the experiment, more people took off their pants and took off their pants. If they were all wearing laxative pills or splitting pills, the effect should be better. I will definitely change it next time."

After talking to herself, Tang Yuan saw a Quanzhen disciple next to her who was struggling.

"Hey, get out of the way, that Quanzhen brother!"

He greeted, raised his hand and threw the elixir, the Quanzhen boy who was in a stalemate with the Dongying monk immediately stepped back, and then watched the elixir explode on the Dongying monk.

After receiving the elixir, the Dongying monk immediately sat down and split his arms uncontrollably, his face was livid and unable to move, he could only swear non-stop over there.

The Quanzhen boy expressed his thanks to the glutinous rice balls with some dumbfounding:

"Thank you, brother from Emei, you are really amazing." The Quanzhen boy admired him from the bottom of his heart.

"Haha, it's easy to say, it's all taught by my elder brother Lin Xiaolu." After Tangyuan finished speaking modestly, she continued to wander leisurely.

Looking at his handsome back, the Quanzhen boy couldn't help sighing.

What kind of strange man is Lin Xiaolu? Not only sister Yu worships him, but even Emei, a magical fellow Taoist, is willing to be his younger brother.

No, such a young man has to go to see him when he turns around and asks him to accept him, but he doesn’t know if such a person would be willing to accept him as his younger brother. If he is willing to accept himself, then he can worship Emei instead. .

In the arena, Tangyuan continued to wander leisurely and happily. Wherever they passed, the monks of Dongying did not end well. Now there are already three people who can't control their splits, and they split their legs with their buttocks naked, and then swearing there.

And just as he was enjoying his stroll, a black figure suddenly appeared behind him.

……

……

"boom!"

"thump!"

In the battlefield, Zhang Ting, who was covered in bruises, fell to the ground hard, along with several other Maoshan brothers.

And in front of them was Soujiro Sato who kept grinning grinningly.

Sato looked at the wounded and fallen people, and showed a gentle smile:

"Kneel to live, or die, which one to choose?"

Zhang Ting, who was seriously injured, frowned. Just as she was about to speak, a disciple from Maoshan who was also seriously injured at the side scolded him angrily:

"Kneel down for you? You deserve it too! Dongying dog!"

Soujiro Sato was taken aback when he heard the sound, and then his smiling face instantly distorted into an extremely terrifying one.

He looked at the wounded Maoshan disciple and said coldly: "You dare to offend me, I will chop you into pieces and feed them to the dogs!"

After finishing speaking, Sato walked towards the Maoshan disciple step by step, and the disciple was not afraid at all, staring at him.

And when Sato was about to raise his hand under Zhang Ting's horrified gaze, a lazy voice sounded from behind him:

"Old Tie, you are so disgusting that I don't even want to catch fish, so I want to chop you up. Tell me, what should I do?"