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"You don't think holding two broken swords is my opponent?"

Although the appearance of the Human Emperor Sword here exceeded Wu Xiaoya's expectations, she was a little surprised, but that's all.

"Could it be that your opponent will know immediately, let's go!"

The imperial aura of the Human Emperor Sword revived the fighting spirit of the few people again. Tang Hao once again concentrated his guns and rushed forward. Zhang Wuji followed closely behind. Zhou Zhiruo kept walking around the fighting three with the two swords, waiting Let's give Master Baixi a fatal blow!

And Shaolin Sandu can only bite the bullet and go up. In this situation, it would be too much to be true...

"Great Mercy and Great Compassion!"

The floor-sweeping monk couldn't sit still anymore, and the blessings of scriptures were close to none, so it was better to go up to share some pressure and create opportunities for Zhou Zhiruo.

"Hahaha, good time! Let's go together, so that I can open my eyes and fight with you!"

Wu Xiaoya, who was besieged by everyone, became even happier. The battle just now didn't even count as a warm-up exercise for her, and now her blood was mobilized.

A girl is still alive and well under the watchful eyes of many masters from Lingnan, her small figure is constantly moving around in the crowd, her body is covered with weapons, elbows, knees, side kicks...

It is said that Baixi Temple has done all kinds of evil things, stealing the secrets of martial arts from all over the world, but their leader has not even used a famous martial art from the beginning to the present.

They were all extremely simple punches and kicks, but they suppressed these top experts until they couldn't breathe.

Seeing this, Jiang Yichen suddenly felt that the leader of the Baixi Temple was a bit like An Nanjing, who aspired to be a martial god, and once he fought, he would look crazy.

Wu Xiaoya even bumped her head against Du'er's Shaolin Iron Head Kung Fu, and Du'er's tears, snot and nosebleeds burst out in an instant, spraying Du Nan beside her...

hey...

Wu Xiaoya: (? Dish?)

This bald donkey can't beat it, so it's just Nima's playing with Mai Tai, right? It's dirty, so I can't keep it!

Thinking of this, Wu Xiaoya directly kicked Du E's spit blood upside down with an elegant roundabout kick, and lay on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Such fast legs!

The rest of the people didn't react at all. How could Hierarch Baixi move so fast? !

Don't say it was Du'e just now, even Zhang Wuji or the sweeping monk would not dare to promise to take this leg.

She hasn't used all her strength so far, and the hands of the rest of the people can't help but pause. It's almost the same if the master Baixi is not a land fairyland...

"Hahahaha! Keep going, don't stop, the leader of this sect is having fun, or..."

"swish"

Before Wu Xiaoya finished speaking, two sword marks cut across her body.

Then Zhou Zhiruo said lightly:

"Destroy!

"Stand up!"

Wu Xiaoya turned her head to look at Zhou Zhiruo, she didn't seem to expect two bloodstains to be cut off her chest...

Everyone was overjoyed when they saw it, it was done!

half a minute later...

Wu Xiaoya: (?_?)

"You've been staring at me to see what you're doing. Do you want to fight anymore? If you don't fight, I won't play with you. I'll just take those three trash away."

hiss……

Is that human being?

Purely carried it down with his body? ! ! !

Du Jie, who had been stroking his beard, was so frightened that he pulled a bunch of beard off, and shouted loudly to Du E who was lying on the ground:

"Wori, this witch's body is really perverted. Old Duer, you are wearing a three-layer turtle shell and pretending to be dead. Hurry up and shake people!!"

Du E, who was punctured by his friend, could only get up from the ground, and ran to find helpers in a hurry, without bringing his head back...

"Hehe, looking for a helper? Today, a thousand of you will come, and a thousand of you will die!"

Wu Xiaoya also spat at the sweeping monk with disdain:

"I have seen all the Taishan Beidou, Shaolin and Wudang in the martial arts. Except for the old man who has something, the others are just mediocre, nothing more than a chicken and a dog with a false name~"

You can scold him, but you can't humiliate Shaolin!

As the face of Shaolin, the sweeping monk can suffer this kind of grievance?

The momentum all over his body froze, then he closed his eyes, turned the beads in his hand and said:

"Shaolin has a false name? You don't know the story of my Patriarch Bodhidharma, right? I will tell you about it today..."

? ? ? ?

I thought you were going to go to college, but I didn't expect you to tell me a story?

"Tell the story of your grandma, and play tricks to delay time with me, right? Beg to be beaten!"

Wu Xiaoya's toes touched the ground, and she stomped twice in a radius of several miles.

She also knew that there was no time to play, this place belongs to the hinterland of Lingnan, if it is really surrounded, it will be over, and the base camp of Baixi Temple is still a long way from here...

Among other things, the three in the Beggar Gang who are playing the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon are very fierce, and the members of the Sun Moon God Sect seem to be living in the Beggar Gang for the time being, plus the Condor Heroes who appeared last time And Linghu Chong...

Quick fix!

The people who fought together again clearly felt that the style of the leader Baixi had changed.

Compared with the current strength, just now it was like playing house to play with a few people...

After Zhang Wuji was wiped, he felt the blood in his heart surging, and the "little sun" on his body was almost scattered.

Not to mention the others, except for the sweeping monk who can take two hits, other people will vomit blood whenever they are touched.

Seeing their leader standing up, the three wastes did not dare to watch the show all the time, and joined the battlefield...

More or less, I have to express that I can suffer less after returning to the temple.

Thinking of the leader's methods, the three of them were terrified from the bottom of their hearts, especially Mo Wuyan, if it wasn't for him, things wouldn't have turned out like this.

The pressure on Zhang Wuji's side suddenly doubled, and those who were suppressed by the leader of Baixi alone could not fight back.

Now that these three wastes came, Du Nan and Du Jie were also defeated in an instant, losing their fighting power.

The sweeping monk complained incessantly. If he had known about it, he would have brought dozens of divine monks here. The three of them were really too impotent.

Just when Zhang Wuji was punched flying, Zhou Zhiruo finally moved for the second time.

"Get out of the way! The emperor's ninth style of calming chaos! Six thousand miles!"

Human Emperor Sword's own skills!

The rest of the people all withdrew, leaving only three trash and one Wu Xiaoya.

"boom"

A bright yellow sword qi slashed at the four of them with bursts of dragon chants, and the burst of air burst hundreds of meters high.

The sweeping monk was taken aback, this sword obviously entered the land sword fairyland.

No wonder Wang Teng never came, this sword is already very terrifying, it is normal for that Ah Mo to be hacked to death...

...

The smoke hadn't dissipated yet, and everyone could vaguely see a few figures inside, one of them was still standing upright, and the other three were all in a state of distress, and I was gasping for breath.

"Haha, the power of this sword is not bad. I was so fascinated by the fight just now, but I forgot that there is a personal emperor sword staring at me~"