Journey to the West: Swallowing Giant Panda

Chapter 385

"Shh!"

A little chill!
Like the silvery white moonlight flashing in the cold winter night, it is cold and cold.

With this sword, the light of the sword was shining, and the shadow of the sword was flying, but none of the sixteen Da Luo Jinxians present could clearly see the force and shadow of the sword.But only one person saw the blade.But it was too late when he saw it.

Because at that time, the sword had passed his gaze and touched his throat.The icy green peak seemed to pass by his throat, bringing him a little bit of coolness.

After cooling down, it is hot.

The panda gently inserted the sword back into the bamboo itself, and quietly looked at the leaders of the Tianbu tribe who were bleeding from their throats.It was also the old monk with the bald head, expressionless.

"I spared your life last time, you shouldn't come again today."

The old monk clasped his hands together, and he didn't seem to feel the injury in his throat, nor did he feel any pain.

"Amitabha, no matter how many times, as long as the donor does not retreat, the poor monk will come again."

"Today I only want to take your life, not to hurt your spirit. Don't go on talking, otherwise I have a sword in my hand, and your spirit will not be able to escape."

With a serious voice, no one suspects that the panda is telling lies!
The old monk bowed and saluted: "Thank you, benefactor."

"farewell."

As soon as the words fell, the old monk's body began to slowly release aura, and then it turned into nothingness and dissipated in the golden cymbal.It's a pity that his soul can't leave.The golden cymbal is not only capable of trapping tangible objects, everything in it cannot leave without the will of Maitreya Buddha.

The eight Ming kings all showed unbearable expressions, looking at the panda with more fear and anger.On the contrary, the eight dragons seemed very calm.

It's not that they don't feel any sadness because of the death of the leader of the Tianbu, but they know that it is very difficult for them to go back alive, whether it is the dead Tianbu or them.It is also very difficult for them to get away from the panda.

"Namo Amitabha!"

The remaining seven put their hands together and bowed to salute. After a simple courtesy, the seven turned to the direction of the panda almost at the same time.

"Ow~~"

One person transformed and soared into the sky.

A big golden bird spread its wings and soared into the sky. At the same time, the blood-colored light was no less powerful than the big bird in another direction, and a blood-colored steel fork condensed and came straight towards the panda.

Garuda and Asura!
The panda glanced at the two of them, but didn't even move.

Because it wasn't just them, the rest of the people also shot in unison.Perhaps the Eight Great Ming Kings haven't realized what kind of opponent they are facing, but the Tianlong Babu people who have already experienced it already know it very well.A slight mistake is death, even if there is no mistake, it is difficult to live.So use your most powerful means before you die, just this one blow, and strive for full success.The Pandas won't give them a second chance.

A monk approached, very fast.The moves used are almost exactly the same as last time, the whole body is as flexible as a ball of gluten, you can knead it into any shape you want, with ease.But when the shot came, the air was completely filled with the sound of explosions.

Look up, Garuda's beak!
On the left is Asura's bloody steel fork!
On the right is Yasha's sharp fingers!
Kinnara was dressed in white, holding a golden swastika in his hand!
The voice of Gandharva surrounds my ears!

The eight tribes of Tianlong really deserve their reputation.The Eight Great Ming Kings took a step back slightly, they had already seen that the Heavenly Dragon and Eight Tribes had exhausted all their strength.Even if they stepped forward at this moment, they could only make trouble, and they would not have the effect of one plus one greater than two at all.

So the eight of them sensibly retreated towards the rear, with warning signs already rising in their hearts.Although they have always thought that they are stronger than Tianlong Babu.

But looking at it recently, not only is it not strong, but if you look at the strength of the current shot, it is even a little weaker.If none of these seven people can make great achievements, then the possibility of their success is very small.Although the panda is already overestimated enough, it is true that under the attack of sixteen Da Luo Jinxians, he can kill a master of Da Luo Jinxian's peak stage with a single sword.And they are completely fearless in front of them, forcing the Tianlong Babu people to be so cautious.

"Since you have all used the strongest means to deal with me, if I release the water, it is indeed disrespectful to you."

The panda held the bamboo sword in his hand, stretched out his index finger and middle finger with his right hand, and formed a sword formula.Gently put two fingers on the top of the bamboo sword, and swiped forward.The bamboo was still in his hand, but the sword had already flown out, and went straight up to the sky to meet Garuda's beak.

"Shh!"

"This sword is named Ling Yun!"

The shadow of the sword flew, but in the end it turned into just a slender sword, soaring into the sky.Just the sword rushed forward, but it slowed down against Garuda, who was always going forward.The seemingly sharp beak also appeared blunt.

The panda's color darkened slightly. If it could continue the way it was just now, it might still be able to fight, but it's a pity that even if it dies like this now, it's not the moment when it's at its peak.

Breathe!
Victory and defeat.

The sword circled back from the sky, the panda didn't clenched it tightly, but still held two fingers on the sword, sucking him gently like this.

"crash"

Drops of rain fell from the sky and hit everyone's face and body.

The rain is not cold, it is also hot.With the heat of Garuda's body, a brand new soul was born.

The panda didn't continue to pay attention, and threw away the bamboo with his left hand, made a sword formula, wiped it on the blade, and pulled it out.He glued another sword to his left hand, holding the sword in his hand.With his feet spread apart, his arms stretched out, and the two swords were pushed out horizontally.

"bang"

The huge force caused muffled noises from the entire Jin Nao.

Whether it was Yasha's fingers or Asura's steel fork, they all stopped in front of the rapier, which was less than two fingers wide, and could no longer move forward.Without moving his fingers, the blade rotated.Yasha wailed, and Asura hurriedly backed away.

"It's too late! Go all out, then decline, and exhaust three times."

"Whizzing!"

The two sword shadows rushed towards the hearts of the two of them.The sound of the sword entering the body was not crisp, but muffled, not as loud as the sound of vomiting blood.The light in the eyes of the two gradually dimmed, and their bodies fell into the golden cymbals.

(End of this chapter)