Give the world of mixed martial arts a little bit of the shock of the Thunderbolt Monk

Facts have proved that it is really difficult to deal with a near-god when he fights seriously. Even if Jing Ruchan has cultivation that is not inferior to Jing Liuli and Fo Jianfenluo, and Wen Bodhi cooperates with him tacitly, the two of them alone cannot deal with Mahanie.

Before, everyone could only fight to a draw, and there was no other way except to deal with it. Now there are only a few of them here, and they are even more helpless when facing the Tathagata madman who has been reborn once.

"Is it my imagination?"

Wen Puti covered his aching chest. Whether it was the Buddhist beads or the whip in Mahane's hand, they were actually weapons made of energy. There would not be obvious wounds on the body after being hit, but it would cause serious impact and internal injuries inside the body.

Most of the blood on their bodies now was due to internal injuries that caused the qi and blood to rise up, flowing out of the mouth and then falling on the collars. As time went by, the blood stained their clothes more and more, but the internal strength they could mobilize became less and less.

"Is he waiting for something?"

Just now, Wen Puti lost his balance and was grabbed by Mahanie. If he was hit on the vital point at such a close distance, he would probably die on the spot.

But he didn't do that. He just grabbed Wen Bodhi's collar and lifted him up high, stared at him for a while, and then threw him out, breaking several trees.

Although he was seriously injured and felt a dull pain in his chest, he managed to save his life.

"indeed."

Jing Ruchan came to Wen Bodhi and stretched out his hand to help him up. Mahanie attacked fiercely. Although Jing Ruchan and Wen Bodhi fought hard, they did not feel the slightest killing intent. Wen Bodhi had the same feeling in the previous battle.

The other party just fought from beginning to end, not caring at all whether he could kill them or not, as if he was waiting for something.

"Last time he waited until Shixue Guhuang was killed. This time... I don't know what will happen."

"Okay, I'm coming down!"

After many attempts, the man-bird battle between Fengseng Baiyunjian and Cangnie finally ended. Although Cangnie had the advantage of the sky and carried a sharp scimitar, the structure of the eagle claw was not as good as that of a human arm, and he could still avoid it with more attention.

In the last confrontation, Feng Seng Baiyun Sword no longer focused on the power of the sword, but directly exerted force with his feet. When the opponent rushed over, he raised the sword and directly stabbed Cangnie's wings. He attached his internal force to it through the stabbing blade and successfully pulled the big bird down from the sky.

"Hiss, this knife is not ordinary."

Ignoring Cang Nie who was whistling shrilly at his feet, Feng Seng Bai Yunjian picked up the scimitar that had fallen beside him. He saw the demonic aura similar to that of Mahane, and he knew who was responsible for it at a glance.

He didn't have a commonly used weapon, but he made a scimitar containing demonic energy for the Life-Perching Bird. The madman Tathagata was quite unique.

"Ha, you have no other options, right? I told you to capture my senior brother and the Imperial Sword, and then I told you to attack the Buddha Sword..."

The weapon of Feng Seng Baiyun Sword pierced Cangnie's wings, and the extended tip of the sword stabbed into the ground, nailing the big bird to the ground. The other wing was stepped on by his internal force, and both wings were pressed down and could not get up at all.

And the scimitar was also taken away. At this time, Feng Seng Baiyunjian was hitting Cangnie's head with the back of the scimitar, and was still listing its previous "crimes". Fojianfenshuo had just finished regulating his breathing. The first thing he did after opening his eyes was to stand up and pick up the Buddhist disc.

"You are an eagle, why are you using a knife for no reason... um..."

Just when Feng Seng Bai Yun Jian was scolding Cang Nie, Mahanie discovered the situation here. At this time, Jing Ru Chan went to the other side to support Wen Puti. There was no one blocking the two sides. Mahanie swung the blood whip and lashed at Feng Seng Bai Yun Jian from behind.

Fo Jianfenshuai raised the Fo Disc and rushed to the whip. The bloody and ominous long whip hit the Fo Disc, the holy weapon for slaying evil. Two completely opposite forces met at this moment, neither giving in.

The main attack of the whip was blocked by the Buddha's sword, but the scattered aftermath still blew behind the Wind Monk Baiyun Sword. The ominous aura made his hair stand on end.

"Buddha Sword, thank you very much."

Turning his head, he realized that he was too focused on the bird of life and was almost attacked by the enemy. If it weren't for the Buddha Sword that blocked it in time, he would have vomited blood and fallen down again.

"Your weapon is really good."

Looking at the Buddha Disc that was entangled by his blood whip but was not inferior to him in momentum, a trace of admiration flashed in Mahane's heart. He was also an excellent swordsman, so naturally he would like magical and powerful swords.

Moreover, he was very sure that he had never seen such a strange holy weapon as the Buddha Disc before. The material of the sword was unknown, but it was extremely hard and sharp. The holy energy in the sword was natural and spiritual. Such a divine weapon was as precious as the Ancient Huang of Mie Shixue.

Mahane did not think that the later cultivators in the Dharma Ending Age would be able to forge such a weapon that did not look like a holy weapon. The Buddhist disc held by the Buddha Sword might also be an ancient divine weapon.

"Om-"

The Buddha disc entangled by the blood whip made a buzzing sound. The Buddha Sword sensed the reaction of the Buddha disc and gathered the Buddha power in its body onto the sword. For a moment, the Buddha light on the Buddha disc became bright and hit the entangled blood whip. The evil spirit on the whip was suppressed by the Buddha power for a moment. The Buddha Sword took advantage of this and swung the blood whip in half, making Mahanie's attack ineffective.

If we only compare the cultivation level, the Buddha Sword is indeed no match for Mahanie, but if we compare the weapons in their hands, the Buddha Disc is already at the level of a magical weapon in the world, and there are very few who can compare with it.

The blood whip broke, Mahanie raised his eyebrows, and retracted the blood whip with some surprise. This was not a real tangible weapon, but the energy condensed by blood, magic and magic, which could be repaired at any time if damaged.

He was surprised that the Buddha Disc could actually cut off the blood whip. The restraint of this Buddhist holy weapon on evil spirits exceeded all his previous estimates. If the Western Buddhist world had a magical weapon like the Buddha Disc, perhaps the development would be different...

"What are you waiting for, Your Excellency? Why not just say it directly?"

Wen Bodhi was supported by Jing Ruchan to come back. Although the enemy showed mercy, the force that threw him out was not small. If he relied on himself, he would not be able to move freely in a short period of time.

Through observing Mahaney's actions, Wen Puti was very sure that the other party was deliberately dragging them, and even he himself was in the range of being "dragged", waiting for a certain opportunity here with everyone else.

In this regard, Wen Puti guessed that this guy might have developed his own accomplices. If they really wanted to lure them out and trap them outside the city, Mahanie himself must stay here. Zhengdao's most vigilant target is him. If he is here, Zhengdao cannot go back at any time.

At this time, if Mahane wanted to take action in the city, he would have to ask others to do it. If he left the forest, everyone would of course follow him and try to return to the city before him.

But he really couldn't think of it. Now, the madman Tathagata is completely notorious in the areas around the capital. Ordinary people run away when they see him, and he kills the most treacherous and evil people when he sees them. There is no goal that can be developed in a short period of time.

"Evil is just waiting for fate."

"destiny?"

It was this weird answer again. From the beginning to the end, Mahane's words always seemed confusing and others couldn't understand them at all. He had his own logic and world, which could not be understood with ordinary eyes.

"Your destiny is to be conquered!"

Following the eagle's cry and breath, Yiyeshu, Jingliuli, and Jingcanglang found this place. Jingruchan and others were opposite to Mahanie, while the direction from which Yiyeshu and others came was just behind Mahanie, forming a two-sided pincer attack.

"Subdue evil?"

Mahanie placed his hand on the handle of the blood whip, and under the surge of demonic energy, the broken whip was repaired as good as new. Then, demonic energy rose rapidly around Mahanie, and a solid white mist emanated from his body, enveloping him. When others saw this scene, they all frowned and stepped back to avoid the madly expanding demonic energy.

After the white mist dissipated, the Mahanie in front of them became the demonic form that everyone had seen before, formed after merging with the remains of Mo Xingtian.

"That depends on how capable you are."

As this posture was revealed, the concentration of demonic energy in the surroundings soared. Previously, it was only affected by Mahanie's moves, and occasionally the demonic energy would rush to people's faces. This time, it was directly combined with the wind in the air, and everyone felt uncomfortable just by being blown by the demonic wind.

But overall, at least their goal has been achieved now, and Mahanie has shown the state of a mad demon. All they need to do next is fight with all their might.

A figure appeared in a high place where no one could see him. Half of his body was covered in blood and he held a terrifying magic knife. He should have been a dignified Buddhist, but because of his various disruptive behaviors, he looked more like a devil.

Shi Tiancang watched the battle below, but did not show up immediately, but quietly fought with this fused image. He felt the wind around him getting stronger, and a strange force was approaching.

"Since you're here, why don't you show up?"

"The perception of a near-god is indeed sharp."

A voice that was completely unfamiliar to Shi Tiancang appeared behind him, and then the cards gathered and gradually formed a human figure with an exaggerated golden mask, dazzling orange-red hair, a dark robe that was very different from everyone else's style, and a scepter gorgeously decorated with long ribbons. This was a person that was completely unfamiliar to Shi Tiancang.

But even so, he could see that the other party was by no means a decent person. Showing up at this time, he didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend.

"Who are you, sir, to offer your life here?"

This person was able to find him accurately, so he was definitely not a newcomer. However, Shi Tiancang had never seen him before. This was very magical. He had even come into contact with the Eight-Faced Ghost Rong, but he had never seen the one today.

"The playwright of Eternal Night comes here for the pursuit of art."

"playwright?"

If we talk about drama, the only thing Shi Tiancang can think of is the trap he set here. Does the other party mean that he knew what he was doing from the beginning?

People with such means tend to appear at the last step of the plan.

"Don't get me wrong, the Eternal Night Playwright has no interest in your poor performance."

Perhaps sensing the vigilance in Shi Tiancang's heart, the Eternal Night Playwright said at the right time that he did not want to get involved in the plans of these two near-gods. He was not interested in the Demon Blood Realm at all.

"Then why are you here?"

"The Eternal Night Playwright came for Tianji. He is the nemesis of the Dazzler."

"Heavenly traces..."

The figure of Tianji appeared in Shi Tiancang's mind. The evil spirit remaining in the other party's body was triggered by himself when he killed Shi Xue Guhuang, and directly caused serious internal injuries, which would take a while to recover.

The reason why they would take such a ruthless action is that, although the Yunhai Immortal Sect does not belong to the Three Religions, it will take the initiative to help the Three Religions resist the enemy. Even if they do not become enemies now, they will definitely fight each other when the Demon Blood Realm is unsealed in the future. It is better to severely injure one of them first.

Another reason was that after spending a few days together, he found that Tianji seemed out of tune and was always making a fuss about serious matters, but after careful observation, he found that no matter what he did, the final important matters were not delayed at all.

This kind of guy who doesn't play by the rules is the most difficult to deal with. Many factors that can determine the final success or failure will be affected by this kind of guy. Regardless of whether Tianji has a way to deal with him or not, he has to take action first.

"Tianji has been severely injured by my evil spirit. You don't need to worry about him anymore."

"Who gave you permission to attack Tianji?"

The words of the Eternal Night Playwright aroused Shi Tiancang's suspicion. He shifted his attention away from the battle below and turned to look at the "uninvited guest" behind him.

The other party seemed to be full of hostility towards what he did.

"Tianji is the mortal enemy of the Dizzy, just like the dawn and the night that can never coexist. The only one who can attack him is the Dizzy."

The Eternal Night Playwright raised one hand, and with a flash of light, an exquisite pen appeared in his hand.

"Your poor performance is really a disgrace to the Eternal Night playwright who pursues art. I will attack the enemy of the Dazzler. Therefore, the Dazzler will put a perfect end to this failed drama."

"Oh?"

It turned out that the other party was actually going against him.

"Your Excellency is so confident that you think you have the ability to fight against Moro?"

"Such a stage is not worthy for the Dazzler to personally perform on."

Now there is a villain here, and this is not a fight with Tianji, why is he here? Isn't it better to stay on the sidelines and watch the show?

"Your arrogance will become your final grave."

"Ha, really."

Shi Tiancang let out a cold cry, then raised the Mie Shixue Guhuang, and slashed at the Eternal Night Playwright. A strange scene happened, the blade went straight through his body, without any wounds or blood, and there was not even the feeling of cutting a real object.

Such a strange feeling made Shi Tiancang frown. He drew his sword decisively, and the body of the Eternal Night Playwright began to blur and turned into a pile of flying papers again, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The man who called himself the Playwright of Eternal Night had never actually been here. From the very beginning, there was only an illusion talking to Shi Tiancang.

“…Illusion.”

Shi Tiancang put away his knife. The illusion of the Eternal Night Playwright, who was able to deceive his perception, should not be underestimated. The other party's persistence in Tianji's words was also rare. This was another difficult person to deal with.

Moreover, the other party was just as he said, using illusion to reveal his true form, and his real body was nowhere to be found. If one was deceived by the illusion at a critical moment, it would cause extremely terrible consequences.

"That's all."

After thinking it over again and again, Shi Tiancang turned his attention back to the battle below. The Eternal Night Playwright looked very difficult, but in his opinion, after destroying Shi Xue Guhuang and getting Mo Xingtian's power to Mahanie, he would soon turn back into Mara Hanba, and no one would be able to fight against him.

Several people who have the hope of becoming new gods lack the most crucial power. The famous sword master who has practiced the Six Swords Divine Art lacks the opportunity to break through. In today's Dharma Ending Age, no one will be able to stop the footsteps of Mara Hanba.