Xuan Huan: Winning is numb, my disciples have systems

Facing the blow of the saint, no one dared to be careless.

Everyone is trying to resist in their own way.

Before such a blow, there is no escape, the only way to deal with it.

For a time, in mid-air, it was extremely bright.

In the next moment, he was killed with a single shot.

Bang!

Around Mo Ling's body, phantoms of stars and stars exploded one after another, and the spear intent went straight forward, shattering everything, and the power poured in like an overwhelming mountain.

With a muffled sound, Mo Lingru retreated downward like an extremely strong shell.

In another place, the Buddha's light around Jingyun's body trembled suddenly, and it lasted for less than half a breath, before it exploded, his body trembled, and he retreated again and again.

In the holy land of extreme soldiers, the flames exploded into a sky full of flames, extremely dazzling, scattered in the void.

Bang bang bang!

With one shot, all means seemed to be in vain.

Although there were a lot of people, they were all in the Dao Enlightenment Realm. Even if it wasn't a real saint's attack, there was an entire Transcendent Realm in between.

The muffled sound and the cracking sound sounded almost simultaneously, accompanied by the sound of spurting blood.

In the eyes of everyone, the people who were chasing after him just a moment ago are like a heavenly girl..., no, a heavenly man scattered flowers.

"What a terrible shot, is this the background of Yuntian Holy Land?"

"Is this the Holy Land? One strike from the saint is enough to turn the situation around. Now, no one would dare to stop him from leaving."

"No, he doesn't seem to plan to escape. This is, revenge?!"

While everyone was shocked, they discovered unexpectedly that the figure didn't just leave, but rushed towards Mo Ling.

Mo Ling noticed this earlier than everyone else, and at that moment, his face darkened, and he said in a low voice:

"Your Excellency, don't do anything wrong!"

While speaking, his eyes fixed on Lu Changzhi's figure.

He was the first to bear the brunt of the blow just now. Although he was not seriously injured, the aura in his body was already surging at this time, and he was out of state.

Right now, he needs to buy himself some time.

The opponent's hole cards are very strong, and the opponent's own strength must be limited.

Just get yourself ready...

At this time, Lu Changzhi's speed suddenly increased.

Taking a step forward, he stretched out his palm, and grasped Mo Ling's arm precisely, with strength gushing out.

Mo Ling's face changed instantly.

The strength of the opponent is far above my expectations!

At this moment, the arm is held by the other party, no matter how hard I try, I can't move an inch.

You know, he is a martial artist, and when it comes to his physical body, he is far superior to ordinary people.

Although it has the impact of the previous blow, it shouldn't be so difficult to resist.

Not only that, along with the power pouring in, there is also majestic and powerful spiritual power.

It's not ordinary spiritual power, but original spiritual power!

Physical and spiritual power, accompanied by Lu Changzhi's hand, were all suppressed.

The palm is spread out, and there is a star-like cylinder inside. The power of the star inside is surging, as if it contains an extremely strong blow.

"What are you..."

Mo Ling stared at Lu Changzhi, as if he wanted to see through the cloak.

It is absolutely impossible for ordinary practitioners to cultivate the original spiritual power!

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lu Changzhi.

"Well-wishers."

At the same time as the voice sounded, a fiery red machete appeared in Mo Ling's vision.

On the machete, precious light circulates, like a flame covering, burning blazingly, giving people an extraordinary feeling.

Mo Ling's pupils shrank suddenly.

Just as he was about to say something, a red light flashed past.

rub.

The sword rises and the soul falls, and the body dies and the soul disappears.

"Good knife!"

Lu Changzhi's eyes lit up.

When this knife kills people, it kills even the soul!

Brush brush.

Around Mo Ling's body, several balls of light fell down, which is exactly the martial arts and martial arts he practiced.

Pausing for a moment, the ball of light flew towards Lu Changzhi.

The system prompts sounded one after another, but Lu Changzhi didn't care.

Time is short and tasks are heavy.

"Do not----"

A strong man from Xingyue Holy Land cried out in pain when he saw Mo Ling being beheaded.

The figure flashed, and the sound of the knife stopped.

In terms of realm, Lu Chang's origin is at the late stage of enlightenment, even if they are not injured, killing them is easy.

Not to mention it is now.

Such a decisive move made the faces of the rest of the Xingyue Holy Land powerhouses look ugly.

Kicked the iron plate!

"Is your Excellency's move to worsen the relationship between the two Holy Lands?"

Xingyue Holy Land took a deep breath and tried to reason.

With a flick of his arm, the machete flew out, beheading a person who took the opportunity to escape. Lu Changzhi responded:

"Is the relationship between you and my Holy Land good?"

After the words fell, the machete drew an arc in the air and fell down.

The opponent let out an angry roar, gathering all his strength to fight back.

With a flick of the machete, first cut off the leg, then seal the throat.

In the blink of an eye, several people died under the machete.

brush.

The machete returned to Chief Lu's hands.

With a flash of his figure, Lu Changzhi approached where Jingyun was.

"Amitabha."

The corner of Jing Yun's mouth was still stained with blood, and he tried his best to maintain a calm expression, looked at Lu Changzhi, and said:

"Benefactor, you and I can sit down and talk about this matter. I believe that neither Yuntian Holy Land nor Buddhism wants to see more killings in the world."

Lu Changzhi stopped walking:

"Are you threatening me?"

Jing Yun shook his head lightly:

"I don't dare, I just hope that the benefactor can see the truth."

"Okay." Lu Changzhi nodded slightly.

"I ask you a question."

"Sir, please speak."

"Have you ever thrown your head and shed blood in order to fight for opportunities?"

Jing Yun was slightly taken aback.

"Now you have."

The next moment, a red light flashed past.

The bald head flew five feet high, and the horror in the eyes just froze.

"The devil, the murderer!"

This scene immediately caused the monk not far away to break the defense, and pointed at Lu Changzhi angrily and anxiously.

The rest of the people present all felt their scalps go numb.

It is true that this person killed him too swiftly.

It is not the case even if a butcher kills a pig.

"As long as you grow up, this kid can now be alone."

Looking at this scene, Gu Qingyang sighed with emotion.

What he paid attention to was Lu Changzhi's decisiveness and fierceness.

There was no letting down of vigilance because these people were all traumatized, and the application of strategies was noticed, no time wasted in vain.

Although there is still room for improvement in these aspects, they have already performed extremely well for this age.

As for the people who were killed?

Kill is kill.

Since you choose to take a gamble, you have to bear the consequences of failure.

In this regard, what these people did was not as good as the three people who hid in the dark during the Great Zhou Dynasty.

In mid-air, for a moment, those who died died, those who fled.

Buddhists suffered the most losses.

Whether it is the Holy Land of Extreme Soldiers or the Holy Land of Xingyue, the people who come here are all strong people who are in charge of the Eastern Region, and there are relatively few strong people.

This is not the case for Buddhism, which has sent monks here one after another long before.

Under one shot, a group of people died.

Under the machete, another batch died.

The rest of the group are all people who are not as enlightened as Dao.

Killing them, nothing will be lost, and they will not be counted. He didn't kill for the sake of killing, and he simply kept it as a witness.

Blood stained the air, and the whole world was as quiet as if it had seen a ghost.

No one even dared to take a big breath, for fear that the sword would be cut down the next moment.

At this time, in the distant sky, a huge flying boat slowly approached.

The logo of Yuntian Holy Land is faintly visible.