The Monk

Chapter 426: The Golden Pill

Zhang was afraid that his cultivation would be higher than theirs, so he moved faster in anger, and struck in front of him with swords and swords in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, the distance was quite far, more than a thousand meters away, giving the two a chance to escape. A white line flashed, raising a blood mist, and the Fushen Sword passed through the upper arm of the black-robed man; while the hard iron sword attack was slightly delayed for half a minute, the three blue-shirted men turned around and ran away, waiting for the black cross-blade attack to come. At that moment, Jiang Jiang passed over the heads of the three of them. Zhang Ai chased after him with a sword in his hand, shouting and cursing: "You bastard can't run very fast."

The good man took action, but the evil man couldn't rest. Zhang Tianfang slashed at the other two men in black robes with his ghost knife. The men in black robes felt aggrieved: We were really just passing by. But he couldn't say these words, so he had no choice but to drag the injured monk and run away.

Zhang Ai and Zhang Tianfang both have the upper hand in terms of cultivation and weapons. Although there are many opponents and rich combat experience, they are not on the same level at all. It is like a child fighting with an adult. No matter how clever the child's kung fu is, they are not on the same level. It's useless. He can't block this adult's move, so he can only run away.

The Wu monks grew up in battle, becoming brave, killing, and calm. The two little bosses knew that they were too different from each other and would definitely not be able to escape. They made the same decision immediately and ordered their two subordinates to escape separately, and then used gold elixir to stop the enemy.

Zhang Wen has seen people take the golden elixir by themselves. More than a hundred years ago, his uncle Shinichi was forced to take the golden elixir by himself in order to refine the God-subduing Serpent. But compared to the two people in front of him, Shinichi's speed was obviously too slow. The two men were violent at will, faster than popping a balloon. With a bang, the two men instantly increased their strength to their strongest, each holding two magic swords and stabbed Zhang Afraid and Zhang Tianfang respectively.

Zhang was afraid that he could choose to let the monk who had obtained the Self-violence Golden Pill chase the other two people, but the two people were running away in one direction. He could not guarantee to kill both of them, so he simply did not chase them, stepped back and watched them intently. A great self-mutilating warrior spent his life struggling.

The two warriors were very fierce, holding two swords in their hands to attack and kill Zhang Tianfang. Zhang Tianfang saw Zhang Afraid take the initiative to dodge, so he followed suit. Fighting is important, and maintaining grace during a fight is even more important. He walked around in the air with a ghost sword, trying to be as cool as possible and dodge attacks at the same time.

The golden elixir saved their lives only for a moment. The two self-inflicted warriors' all-out attacks were ineffective. Their spiritual energy dispersed, and they could no longer hold the swords in their hands. They fell to the ground with their swords at the same time. Zhang was afraid that he couldn't bear to see the two of them fall into pieces, so he waved his sleeves and robe lightly, and two qi energy lifted the two of them, and they fell gently to the ground.

After landing, the man in black robe let out a long sigh, thinking that he was really unlucky, and said to the man in blue robe, "Today, I am really just passing by." The man in blue robe glared angrily, feeling extremely angry and wanted to scold this guy. Still closing his eyes and sighing, he said nothing.

Zhang Awei shook his head: "As for that, I was passing by and you guys insisted on dragging me into a fight and committing suicide." He waved his hand: "Let's go."

Zhang Tianfang excitedly asked the man in blue: "Did you just cast a spell and call for help? When will they come?" Without waiting for an answer, he asked Zhang Afraid: "How about we wait a while?"

He didn't need to wait before he finished speaking. Three Yuanying junior monks flew from the east, wearing blue shirts. They came to the front in an instant, hung in the air and shouted: "Let them go!" A monk in the middle swept his mind. After that, he said angrily: "You brave little thief, how dare you destroy my disciple's golden elixir?"

Zhang Ai was helpless and said to the monk who was standing in front of him and said to him: "Explain it." He thought that not only did I not kill you, but I also saved you after you broke the golden elixir. You should help me explain the real situation. Bar. Unexpectedly, the warrior opened his eyes, glanced at him with disdain, turned around and knelt down in the air. The three of them knelt down and said loudly: "The unscrupulous disciple has brought shame to the Shangwu Sword Sect and has no face to live in the world. Master is here, please accept the disciple's last words." "Kowtow." He kowtowed three times in a row, and with the last one, he used all his strength to hit a stone on the ground and killed him on the spot.

Zhang Awei was stunned as he stared at the guy's body. I was so depressed. Are you kidding me? I wish I had known I would fall to death! In a blink of an eye, he looked at the other warrior who had broken the golden elixir. The man in black robe had a bitter smile on his face: "Don't look at me. It's useless to look at me. I'm really just passing by. Alas, do you think I'm unlucky?"

Zhang Awei was furious: "It's you who want to beat me and kill me! Are you unlucky? How can I calculate it?"

The man in black robe smiled bitterly at him, sat down and closed his eyes and said, "It's up to you whether to kill him or not. Just hurry up and don't let me suffer."

Ganqing is another warrior who is not afraid of death. Zhang is so angry that he wants to curse. What kind of people are in this unlucky place? They don't care about their own lives and try to seek death without saying anything. They try to drag as many unlucky people as possible to accompany him. I just want to see. Can the scenery be dragged in? He raised his head and spoke to the three brothers in the sky: "We were passing by. You see what happened. I didn't kill them, and I didn't damage their golden elixir. If you don't believe it, ask the officers and soldiers. There are more than 200 people there. They You can testify for me.”

The faces of the three Nascent Soul cultivators were as cold as ice. The man among them said coldly: "When did the White Lotus Sword Sect collect a bunch of trash? Do you dare to do it or not? You are a loser."

Zhang Ping kept explaining and explaining, but he didn't want to think of the conflict. However, from the first officers and soldiers to the six Dan-Jie monks and now to the three Nascent Soul monks, no one listened to him. Not only did they not listen, but they also sarcastically said, Zhang Wei was completely irritated, his face turned cold, his body floated slightly, his wrist trembled, Fushen Sword appeared silently in his palm, the sword body lit up with a bright light, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and said softly: "Since you want to fight, then war."

Zhang Tianfang was most excited when he heard this and shouted: "It should have been like this a long time ago." Fang Jian was unwilling to be behind and said loudly: "There are three of you, and there are three of us." After saying that, he flew to Zhang Ai's side, but he just started, The three opponents had already taken action, and three extremely bright silver swords stabbed Zhang Ai at the same time.

Zhang Pa was equal to them in cultivation, so he didn't dare to be arrogant and fight three people alone. He flicked his left hand and shot several six-star spells at the three people. He flew backwards and saw strange lights and colors appear in the clear sky, colorful like rainbows and shining like stars, accompanied by a loud bang in front of the three blue-shirted Yuanying monks. The three people reacted very quickly, their wrists trembled, and the tips of their swords changed direction and touched together. With the power of the three swords intersecting, they flew sideways.

The explosion was huge and powerful. A circle of air waves wrapped around the three people, easily tearing the clothes behind the three people. The three people were bounced away by the air waves, and their bodies were not injured.

At this time, the sky was full of white smoke, and it was impossible to see anything. Zhang Pa flew back with his sword, passed through the smoke, and stabbed the man who had just spoken.

Although the blue-shirted monk was blown up by the spell, he still reacted quickly. He sensed the danger behind him, and without looking back, he directly stabbed out with a backhand sword, followed by another sword with the other hand, all hitting Zhang Pa's vitals.

Zhang was afraid of taking the initiative, but the opponent's strategy was to make both sides suffer losses. Unless you don't want to live, you will not survive even if you kill me.