Supreme Daddy

After seeing the strength of the chanting students, although there was a hint of solemnity in their eyes, their expressions were still light.

The little guy clapped his hands and looked at the corpses on the ground. He seemed not surprised and shouted to Uncle Dao in a sweet voice, "Come on."

Everyone's attention gradually shifted to her, but when they saw Onigashima Ipjutsu, they didn't dare to say anything! !

"Don't be afraid. A chanter is always alone and cannot make big waves."

If they were alone with the chanting students, they might still be wary.

but now!

There were dozens of Immortal Emperors on their side, and some were chasing them one after another.

"Devil, you do have some abilities. Let us meet you."

Zhao Yifeng, the strongest among the disciples of Putuo Temple, took one step forward and said calmly.

The chanter raised his eyebrows slightly: "You all go up together and die together."

"Ha...are you digging your own grave?" When Zhao Yifeng saw this, the corner of his mouth curled up with a sarcastic arc.

In their opinion, chanting students are too arrogant.

"Disciples, please don't be careless!"

Master Xuanxin warned that along the way, even if he occasionally took action, several of his disciples would die.

Zhao Yifeng nodded, raised the stick with his right hand and stirred up a wave of air, adding a bit of momentum to his pretense.

Chanting Sheng danced with two knives in his hands to kill Zhao Yifeng. The fight between the two was like wind and thunder, their movements were extremely fast!

Zhao Yifeng seized the opportunity and knocked the knife out of the chanter's hand with a stick. After a wave of moves as fierce as a tiger, the chanter shocked Zhao Yifeng!

"drink!"

Zhao Yifeng changed his momentum and waved his arms like a dragon. In an instant, the surrounding buildings were in terrible shape.

"If we join forces, we can still fight. If we don't want to, then...die!"

His eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he looked at Zhao Yifeng and others indifferently.

"Devil, you are too arrogant!"

Zhao Yifeng shouted angrily, dodged, and came towards the chanting sutra.

In his opinion, Zhao Yifeng couldn't bear it.

"High Wind Stick Technique!"

Zhao Yifeng shouted loudly, and Immortal Emperor Seventeen's true energy exploded completely.

The shadow of the stick is like a strong wind, sweeping towards the student chanting the sutra.

Many people around felt this fluctuation, and their hearts were shaken. The stick technique of Putuo Temple was indeed well-deserved.

The little guy is most concerned about who will win, and Ling Yun said that Zhao Yifeng's strength has exploded, and his stick technique can restrain the demonic nature of the chanter. He should have some upper hand, but because he underestimates the enemy and has an impatient personality, he is destined to lose.

Even if you don’t have enough strength, you still try to show off!

Moreover, the sutra chanter has not used his own trump card to survive so many encirclements. The sutra chanter is not an ordinary person.

"As expected of a disciple of Putuo Temple."

The others nodded with satisfaction.

He has such power when he makes a move casually.

However... the corners of the chanter's mouth curled up with a cold arc, the two knives in his hands shook, and he stepped forward.

His step was as if he was traveling through the void, and he immediately flashed in front of Zhao Yifeng.

Master Xuanxin's expression was solemn, and then suddenly changed: "Devil, stop!"

But it was too late. He knew clearly that his apprentice Zhao Yifeng had fallen into the trap of a Buddhist chanter! !

The chanter's eyes were cold, and a pill came out.

Powerful Qi, like a volcanic eruption, surged out of the chanter's body and poured into the sword's edge.

When the sword came out, that kind of outrageous wave swept across all directions.

Poof!

The blood is flowing!

The figure of the chanter appeared behind Zhao Yifeng.

Zhao Yifeng's figure seemed to be frozen, staring blankly into the void.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

A line of blood slowly appeared on Zhao Yifeng's neck, and blood immediately splattered!

Gulu!

Zhao Yifeng's head rolled down.

Everyone's eyes were frozen at this moment.

Infinite horror surged out from everyone's heart!

"Disciple..."

"Senior brother..."

Master Xuanxin’s eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes!

"Hahaha, hahaha!" the chanter laughed happily.

"If there are tens of millions of enemies, just draw your sword and kill them. If you kill ten thousand, you will kill ten thousand!"

At this moment, everyone who heard the chanter's arrogance looked extremely solemn!

So Master Xuanxin and the others no longer have any scruples and just start killing!

The blade changed again as he chanted sutras, and a terrifying sword move that destroyed everything came out.

"The flowers on the other side are blooming!"

The chanter's body flashed, and the infinite blood-colored sword energy spurted out, turning into countless beautiful but deadly flowers from the other side, killing Master Xuanxin and others.

"kill!"

Chanting sutras causes the sword to come out like a rainbow in the sky, free and wanton.

Poof!

The blood kept flying.

A certain cultivator's eyes suddenly popped out, and his figure stopped instantly.

A blood hole appeared in his chest, gushing out of his body, and he was pierced through the heart with a sword-breaking sword.

Another Immortal Emperor has fallen!

"Ah... the young monk wants to kill you, the devil." Master Xuanxin was furious, holding the Buddha's seal in his hand to scare away the chanting student, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of the latter's mouth.

This devil...

It finally hurts, which is very satisfying.

The little guy said in a sweet voice, "That uncle is so miserable."

Long Yanran said: "They went too far, so many people bullied one person."

After hearing the story of the chanter, Long Yanran unknowingly took the side of the chanter.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

One after another, Putuo Temple disciples died under the knife of chanting students. This scene made the people around them stunned.

"Come on, old bald donkey."

As soon as the chanter finished speaking, his body flashed, and terrifying energy burst out.

With a slash of the sword, the blood-colored sword energy turned into countless Manzhu and Shahua, which spread all over the sky and surrounded Master Xuanxin.

There was a loud bang, and Xuan Xin took dozens of steps back. The sharp sword energy slashed across his cheek, drawing out traces of blood.

"Amitabha!"

A figure floated from the distant sky, its body emitting a faint golden light. It was Master Xuanzhen.

After Master Xuanzhen arrived, he saw Ling Yun and his party at a glance, but he suppressed his excitement and pretended not to recognize them.

"Senior brother?"

Master Xuanxin frowned. Master Xuanzhen was no longer from Putuo Temple, so he didn't know what to call him when they met.

"Lao Xuanzhen, I have met you all." Master Xuanzhen clasped his hands together and nodded to everyone present.

"Here comes another bald donkey. Kill as many as he comes today."

The chanter's eyes were filled with coldness, and he also harbored hatred for Master Xuanzhen.

"Papa, I know that bald old man."

"I know, be quiet, we won't interfere in this matter."

Ling Yun touched the little guy's head and sighed in his heart. He had no heart, but his heart felt uncomfortable.

"Donor, listen to me and put down the butcher knife. No matter how many people you kill, you can't resurrect the one you love."

Master Xuanzhen looked at the corpses on the ground and muttered something to save them.

"I want to become a Buddha, but the world makes me become a demon, hahaha!"

There was no trace of pity in the chanter's eyes, but instead a bit of hatred.