In those years, the cultivators we cut together

He slid out a line of blood from below, narrowly dodged the encirclement, and came behind the monks. Seeing this, a monk roared and turned to bayonet. Lin Xiaolu was not afraid at all, and slapped it with a palm!

"scoff~"

The long and narrow blade pierced through the palm, making a long rubbing sound. Lin Xiaolu kept pushing his palm forward without saying a word, and finally grabbed the monk's hand holding the knife, allowing the back of the knife to protrude more than one meter long. Katana!

Such a terrifying scene stunned everyone, but Lin Xiaolu didn't even blink his eyes, he stared at his blood-red eyes, his palm was pierced with blood, but he didn't respond at all, instead he squeezed hard!

"Crack!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Even the alchemy cultivator of Dongpu screamed loudly in pain when his hand bones were crushed, his whole body was so painful that he almost knelt down, but Lin Xiaolu didn't even give him a chance to kneel down, as if he was soaked in a pool of blood Red pulled him with his right hand, and then made another spiral punch with his left hand, directly piercing his chest with a "poof!".

The rest of the cultivators stared blankly. Soon, the man fell down. Lin Xiaolu silently broke off the blade, pulled out the palm of his right hand that had been scrapped, and then blinked at them, showing a friendly smile:

"Come on, next!"

Dongying monk was startled.

There were less than a dozen of them in total, and half of them had been killed by the Shenzhou boy in front of him!

And he's not dead yet!After suffering so many stab wounds and serious injuries, he still hasn't fallen down!

Can this Shenzhou native die!

In the arena, the Dongying monks were a little terrified, while Lin Xiaolu, who was carrying the blood of the dragon, stood quietly and did not move for a while.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, but that the current him... really can't lift his strength.

His right hand was completely numb due to excessive blood loss.

In addition, the knife wound on the back, the knife wound on the neck, and the blunt injury to the forehead and back of the head from the previous blunt injury, all made him a little shaky now.

He did some calculations, and there were seven remaining monks, and he might, maybe, should, it seemed like he couldn't kill them.

Well, can you work hard and kill one more?

Do everything you can to kill one more, just kill one more.

Losing too much blood, Lin Xiaolu, who had already started to feel dizzy, was thinking like this.

The Dongying monk in front of him looked at Lin Xiaolu, who was fighting hard, and felt a little lingering for a while. They looked at each other and dared not make a move. But when both sides were in a stalemate, Lin Xiaolu, whose brain became more and more dizzy due to excessive blood loss Suddenly his legs went limp.

He staggered back a few steps and almost fell down. Seeing this scene, Dongying cultivator was instantly ecstatic!

This kid is dying too!

For a moment, all the Dongying monks became excited and clamored to attack the exhausted Lin Xiaolu. Seeing this, Lin Xiaolu's face became even more ugly.

Lin Xiaolu, who had already turned into a blood man, looked embarrassed when he saw the group of monks who were clamoring and ready to attack.

This situation is a little bit overwhelming.

"Roar!"

Just when the two sides were about to fight again, a soaring dragon's roar suddenly sounded from the sky, and then, a phantom black dragon descended from the sky, blasting a deep hole between monk Dongying and Lin Xiaolu, deeply blocking all The footsteps of the Japanese people.

Immediately afterwards, people saw a charming woman in a blue dress descending from the sky, and the gate of a palace in the distance was slammed open, and a young man in black rushed over quickly from the dust and ashes.

Lin Xiaolu was stunned when he saw Liu Yuniang who suddenly stood in front of him like a divine soldier descending from the sky, but Liu Yuniang turned half of her face away and gave him a charming smile:

"Long time no see, Mr. Lin."

After reacting, Lin Xiaolu couldn't help but smile, and asked with a foul breath:

"It's been a long time, where is Wugou?"

"The master is dealing with that old monk."

After Liu Yuniang finished speaking, Tang Long in black also came to Lin Xiaolu.

He flicked his wrist, and while warming up, he looked at these Dongying monks with a murderous look on his face, then turned his head to look at Lin Xiaolu who was almost exhausted, and laughed:

"I was beaten very badly, will you still be brave in the future?"

Lin Xiaolu rolled his eyes, puffed his face and said stubbornly: "A man should be like me, living to death. Don't you think I am handsome now? This is called blood-stained demeanor."

Hearing this, Tang Long couldn't help laughing, and then looked at the Dongying people in front of him again, the black dragon tattoo on his arm was constantly shining.

"These pills are all injured." Lin Xiaolu tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, wrapped it around his bleeding palm and said:

"I think I can kill a few more if I work hard."

"Don't try so hard to play yourself to death." Tang Long said angrily: "You can still save it now, maybe later."

"How come, I'm so awesome, if you don't believe me, ask Sister Liu."

Hearing this, Liu Yuniang covered her red lips lightly and smiled:

"All according to Mr. Lin's orders."

In the arena, Tang Long looked at the injured monks in front of him, his eyes became sharper, then he pulled out a solid iron nunchuck from his back, and swung it unhurriedly. Liu Yuniang also frowned slightly, always ready transform.

A moment later, Tang Long let out a fierce roar, and charged forward first, Liu Yuniang also rushed out, and all the Dongying monks also roared, drawing their swords and charging!

"Ada!"

Tang Long took the lead, his nunchuck danced quickly and he jumped, and his whole body flew into the air, and the nunchaku was raised high, as if entering the sea like a dragon, it collided with a monk's katana in an instant and sparked, and Liu Yuniang also turned into a blue-and-white python in mid-air, and threw herself at a monk who formed a pill.

In the ruins, Lin Xiaolu, who was surrounded by a man and a monster, also endured the discomfort of his body, took a deep breath, and then waved his bloody hand:

"Come!"

……

……

At the same time, in the sky outside the imperial city, Xiuye ​​Zongchun and Wugou looked at each other and said at the same time:

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time! See that all five aggregates are empty, and overcome all hardships!"

As the Heart Sutra was recited, the Buddha's lights on both of them were bright, the golden Buddha's light with black and the gold's reddish light wrapped around the two of them, and they both merged for a while.

Xiu Ye Zongchun stared at Wugou, and said quickly:

"Bodhisattva, according to Prajna Paramita, there is no hindrance. Because of hindrance, there is terror, stay away from reversing dreams, and finally Nirvana!"

Wugou opened his blood-red eyes, shed tears of blood, and said the same:

"Bodhisattva, according to Prajna Paramita, there is no hindrance. Because of hindrance, there is terror, stay away from reversing dreams, and finally Nirvana!"

The Buddha lights of the two kept fighting in the air, making the sky brighter and brighter, and also stunned Qin Congcong below.

It's really a fight between eminent monks, and it's really cool that they don't even use their hands. At the age of 15, she thought in shock, feeling that she had gained a lot of knowledge when she came out this time.

Soon, the pure Buddha light in the sky became brighter and brighter, while Xiu Yezongchun's Buddha light began to dim. Seeing this scene, Xiu Yezongchun's expression suddenly became tense, and his old face began to become more ferocious. Faster and faster, directly surpassing Wugou's chanting speed, and shouted sharply first:

"Jieti Jieti, Parajati, Parasangjajati, Bodhisattva Poha!"

After chanting the last mantra, the golden and black Buddha's light above his head surged again, and the Buddha's light turned into a strange half-Buddha and half-demon Buddha phantom, roaring at the innocent golden-red Buddha's light with hatred!

But Wugou was not afraid at all, and whispered softly and quietly:

"Uncover the truth and uncover the truth, Paradise reveals the truth, Parasangha reveals the truth, Bodhi... Savaha..."

The light and fluttering words fell, and the golden and red Buddha light he emitted also began to gather, but it was different from Xiu Yezongchun's half-Buddha and half-demon. The pure Buddha light gathered into a huge closed-eyed Guanyin statue, noble and holy, with flying ribbons , lifelike, the whole body is full of kindness and tenderness.

High above the sky, Xiuye ​​Zongchun's one-thought twin Buddha was not afraid of the Wugou Avalokitesvara at all, his roaring mouth seemed to swallow her up, but at this moment, the huge Avalokitesvara suddenly opened his eyes slightly, The eyes are exposed!

Her eyes are the same as Wugou's, they are blood red eyes!

In the next moment, a bloody light soaring into the sky was released from Guanyin's eyes, covering the world, but not only was there no cruelty and evil in the bloody eyes, but it revealed the great compassion of all generations.

On the other hand, when he thought of the Twin Buddhas, he who was roaring sharply actually trembled immediately after seeing the blood-eyed Guanyin, and let out a mournful growl in despair!

Xiuye ​​Zongchun was completely stunned, he couldn't help shivering, he looked at the huge blood-eyed Avalokitesvara, and thought of a legend in his heart.

Blood-eyed Avalokitesvara does not open his eyes, and crosses the world in the six realms of compassion.

If the blood-eyed Avalokitesvara opens his eyes, he dares to ask the Tathagata to descend to the underworld!