Grandpa Supreme

Chapter 1622 The Arrival of Xuanzhen (One More)
After seeing the strength of the chanting students, although there was a trace of solemnity in their eyes, their faces remained calm.

The little guy clapped his hands, looking at the corpses all over the floor, he seemed to be familiar with it, and shouted to Uncle Dao in a childish voice.

Everyone's eyes gradually shifted to her, but they didn't dare to make a sound when they saw Onijima Yijue! !

"Don't be afraid, the sutra chanter is always alone, and he can't make waves."

If they are alone against the students who read the scriptures, maybe they will still be vigilant.

but now!
There are dozens of immortal emperors on their side, and some are chasing after them one after another.

"The devil, you do have some skills, so let us meet you."

Among the disciples of Putuo Temple, Zhao Yifeng, the most powerful, stepped forward and said in a calm tone.

The chanting student frowned slightly: "Go up together, and die together."

"Heh... Are you digging your own grave?" Seeing this, Zhao Yifeng's mouth curved into a sarcasm.

In their view, chanting life is too arrogant.

"Disciples, don't be careless!"

Master Xuanxin warned that even if he made an occasional move along the way, several apprentices would die.

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

Chanting sutras and Shengwu charged at Zhao Yifeng with two sabers in his hands, the fight between the two was like a thunderstorm, their movements were extremely fast!
Zhao Yifeng seized the opportunity and knocked out the knife in the chanting student's hand with a stick. After a wave of operations like a tiger, the chanting student shocked Zhao Yifeng back!
"drink!"

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

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

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

"Devil, you are too rampant!"

Zhao Yifeng yelled angrily, his figure flashed, and he was facing the chanting sutra.

From his point of view, what the chanting students did was a contempt for him, and Zhao Yifeng couldn't stand it.

"Blast Wind Stick Technique!"

Zhao Yifeng yelled violently, and Immortal Emperor Seventeen's true energy exploded completely.

The shadow of the stick is like a gust of wind, sweeping towards the chanting students.

Many people around felt this fluctuation, and their minds were all shaken. Putuo Temple's stick technique really lived up to its reputation.

The little guy is most concerned about who will win, and Ling Yun said, Zhao Yifeng's strength has exploded, and the stick method restrains the magic of chanting students. He should have some upper hand, but he underestimates the enemy and has an impatient personality.

If you don't have enough strength, you still forcefully pretend!
Moreover, the chanting student has not yet used his hole cards. To survive so many siege, the chanting student is not an ordinary person.

"Worthy of being a disciple of Putuo Temple."

The others nodded in satisfaction.

Just making moves at will has such power and influence.

However... the corner of the chanting student's mouth curved into a cold arc, the two knives in his hands trembled, and his footsteps stomped.

His step, like traveling through the void, directly dodges in front of Zhao Yifeng.

Master Xuanxin's face was serious, and then suddenly changed: "Demon, stop!"

But it was too late, he knew very well that his apprentice Zhao Yifeng had fallen into the trap of the chanting students! !

The chanting student's eyes were cold, and a pill shot out.

Vigorous true energy like a volcanic eruption burst out from the body of the chanting student and poured into the blade.

As soon as the knife came out, that outrageous fluctuation swept all directions.

puff!

The blood is rushing!

The figure of the chanting student appeared behind Zhao Yifeng.

Zhao Yifeng's figure, as if frozen, stared blankly at the void.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

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

Gollum!

Zhao Yifeng's head rolled down.

Everyone's eyes froze at this moment.

Infinite amazement surged out from everyone's heart!

"Disciple..."

"Brother..."

Master Xuanxin's eyes were bloodshot!
"Hahaha, hahaha!" The sutra chanter laughed heartily.

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

At this moment, everyone who heard the sutra chanting's wild words had extremely serious expressions on their faces!
So Master Xuanxin and the others no longer had any scruples, and went straight to kill!

After chanting the scriptures, the blade changed again, and a terrifying sword move that shattered everything came out.

"Blooming on the other side!"

The body of the chanting student flashed, and the infinite bloody saber energy gushed out, turning into countless beautiful but deadly flowers from the other side, and killed Master Xuanxin and others.

"kill!"

Chanting sutras and cutting swords out like nine heavenly startled rainbows, free and easy and willful.

puff!

The blood kept flying.

A certain casual cultivator's eyeballs protruded, and his figure stopped in an instant.

A blood hole appeared in his chest, protruding through his body, and was pierced through the heart by a sword in the broken sword style.

Another immortal emperor has fallen!

"Ah... the little monk wants to kill you, the devil." Master Xuanxin was furious, and with the Buddha seal in his hand, he shook the chanting student back, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of the latter's mouth.

This devil...

Finally hurt, very happy.

The little guy said in a childish voice: "That uncle is so miserable."

Long Yanran said: "They are a bit too much, so many people bully one."

After hearing the chanting student's story, Long Yanran unconsciously sided with the chanting student.

In the air, there was a strong smell of blood.

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

"Come on, old bald donkey."

As soon as the chanting student said a word, his figure flashed, and a terrifying true energy burst out.

With a single stroke, the bloody sword turned into countless manjusawa, which spread all over the sky and surrounded Master Xuanxin.

There was a loud bang, Xuan Xin retreated dozens of steps, and the sharp saber aura slashed across his cheeks, bringing out traces of blood.

"Amitabha!"

A figure floated from the distant sky, with a faint golden light emitting from his body, 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.

"Brother?"

Master Xuanxin frowned, Master Xuanzhen is no longer from Putuo Temple, so the two of them don't know how to address them when they meet.

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

"Another bald donkey, come and kill as many as you want today."

The chanting student's eyes were full of coldness, and he also harbored hatred for Master Xuanzhen.

"Papa, I know that bald old man."

"Understood, be quiet, we will not interfere in this matter."

Ling Yun touched the little guy's head, and sighed in his heart, he has no heart, but his heart is uncomfortable.

"Benefactor, listen to the old monk, put down the butcher knife, no matter how many people you kill, you will not be able to resurrect the one you love."

Master Xuanzhen looked at the corpses on the ground and murmured something, that he was saving them.

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

There was no pity in the eyes of the chanting student, but a little more hatred.

(End of this chapter)