The return is already sixty

Chapter 43 The old monk has no lower limit
Facing Monk Xumi's sneak attack, Jiang Li had been prepared for a long time, turned sideways, and just casually stabbed the purple sword behind him, not paying attention to Monk Xumi's sneak attack at all.

The point of Zijian's sword collided with the dharma staff stabbed by Monk Xumi, and there was a loud noise, which made everyone's eardrums go numb.

The purple sword as thin as a cicada's wings and the thick purple gold staff were in a stalemate.

The thin sword body of the purple sword was not broken, nor was it bent in any way, as if it was a hard iron rod.

'This is impossible! There was a hint of surprise in Monk Xumi's eyes.

Jiang Li turned his head slowly, and said with disgust: "All bald donkeys in the world are average, despicable and sanctimonious, especially the old bald donkey."

Monk Xumi retracted his staff angrily, then turned around and swept it away. The sound of the staff piercing through the air was like a dragon chant, and the purple-golden light and shadow swept across like a rainbow.

Jiang Li casually waved the purple sword in his hand, and the purple sword streaked across the air with a gorgeous light and shadow, and accurately chopped on the purple gold staff, and he responded calmly.

The purple gold staff was bent by Jiang Li's sword, and then the staff began to rebound, shaking violently.

Monk Xumi stepped back ten steps, but he still couldn't ease the impact. In desperation, Monk Xumi had no choice but to let go.

The purple-gold staff dropped from his hand and flew down not far away, where it was stuck on the ground and made a buzzing sound.

Jiang Li's eyes narrowed, and he secretly praised the material of the purple gold staff, which was not cut off by his blow.

'what! '

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

Could it be that Monk Xumi judged the honor level to be fake?

Can't even hold a weapon?It's too watery!

And the truth of all this is only known to Monk Xumi himself.

The palm of his hand holding the magic staff, the tiger's mouth has been split open by the shock, and it is bleeding. If it is too late to loosen it, his entire arm may be destroyed.

"You devil, even if I am smashed to pieces today, I will save you!" Monk Xumi said with awe-inspiring righteousness and heroism.

Although Monk Sumi lost his staff, he didn't panic. He put his palms together and began to chant the Buddhist sutra 'Great Compassion Mantra'. This is not an ordinary Great Compassion Mantra, but an aggressive mental attack skill.

Monk Sumeru is best at soul attacks, swords, guns and sticks. At his age, he can no longer keep up with the output of physical strength.

As the Zen sound of the "Great Compassion Mantra" sounded, everyone felt like there were 1 Buddhas chanting sutras above their heads.

The irritability, vanity, bloodthirsty, and love in people's hearts...all emotions are being diluted.

At the scene, many people's eyes began to blur, and they chanted along with Zen sounds, as if they were converted to Buddhism.

Uncle Jiu's heart is not good, Monk Xumi wants to save them all!Hastily took out the bell, ready to use the bell magic weapon to disrupt the 'Great Compassion Mantra' of Monk Sumeru.

At this time, Jiang Li sighed softly, and the sound woke everyone up like a world breaking apart.

People's eyes went dark, as if they were in a dream, dreaming that they were in chaos, and Jiang Li's sigh was like the first sound of Pan Gu's creation of the world.

People's eyes begin to brighten, they wake up from their dreams, their minds are clear, and they even feel refreshed.

What Monk Sumi saw was different from others.

He felt that he was in the dark chaos, being stared at by an extremely huge god and demon.

That god, demon, and martial artist is unparalleled, and he is a tiny ant.

Monk Sumeru looked up at the giant. The giant sighed and slapped him casually. He wanted to run, but his whole body was frozen.

Fear spreads in the heart, death is so close.

With his scream, he was patted into foam in that dream, and he also woke up with a start.

Monk Xumi staggered back a few steps, sweating all over his body, he stared at Jiang Li in shock, as if Jiang Li was a devil.

Jiang Li glanced at Monk Xumi coldly, and said, "It seems that you have no way to subdue me, the 'devil' today."

Monk Xumi's chest kept rising and falling, he was speechless and didn't know what to say.

The people watching the battle murmured in succession, mocking that Monk Sumeru's sneak attack was not the opponent of the mysterious boss.

No matter how cultivated Monk Xumi was, his face was a little gloomy at this time.

At this time, "the devil is going to be rampant." In the field not far away, there are [-] golden figures running quickly and rushing towards here.

It is the Eighteenth Vajra Arhat of Lingshan Temple!
"drink!"

In a blink of an eye, eighteen vajra arhats, naked to the waist, holding copper sticks, surrounded Jiang Li in a defensive posture.

Monk Sumeru let out a breath and felt relieved.

These eighteen Vajra Arhats are not only diamond-level knights, but also know all kinds of stick formations. The most important thing is that they are young and strong, and they are full of blood.

Not far away, Dabao held up the camera: "Damn it, these bald donkeys are so bastards, they actually bully the few with the more, these eighteen Vajra Arhats are all diamond-level powerhouses! I don't know that this group of Jiangnan District Can the mysterious boss take over..."

In the live broadcast room, there was a lot of scolding, and many people expressed that they would never go to Lingshan Temple to offer incense again.

At the same time, some people began to offer rewards, asking Dabao to block the stick.

Dabao shrank his neck and said in a low voice: "Aunts and grandmas, I have small arms and legs, if I go up, I'm afraid I'll be smashed into mud with a stick."

Seeing that his master was being besieged, Li Dan got mad, drew his blue sword, charged into the staff formation, and shouted: "You despicable villains!"

Yan Shisan gave a wry smile, squeezed the broken knife, and also dodged into the stick array, accompanying Jiang Li to show his position.

At this time, it is no longer alone.

Uncle Jiu frowned. He is a mage. Although he is at the diamond level, fighting is his weakness. He is good at catching ghosts, but absolutely not in fighting.

Jiang Yan rushed in, Uncle Jiu quickly reached out and grabbed Jiang Yan, and said, "Little girl, don't be impulsive."

Jiang Yan turned her head and shouted, "That's my grandfather!"

Uncle Jiu was unmoved, and tried to pull Jiang Yan back with one arm, but when he tried hard, he found that he couldn't pull the thin Jiang Yan!

At this time, the qi in Jiang Yan's body was being washed away, and she had stimulated her potential, and she had already used the qi in her body freely.

Two kilometers away, a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes held a binoculars and observed Jiang Li's situation.

Beside him was an old man with white beard.

The middle-aged man cursed and said: "Old Bai, you say these old bald donkeys are really shameless, should we go out and stop them?"

The white-bearded old man caressed his white beard, and said slowly: "He is truly a man of God. This man can break the 'Great Compassion Curse' of the old monk Xumi at once, which shows his extraordinary strength."

The middle-aged man grinned and said, "He is also from our Jiangnan District after all, you can't just leave him alone, can you?"

The white-bearded old man slowly shook his head and said, "Will you die? Haha... His strength is above mine, and he may have reached that level."

When the middle-aged man heard the words, his eyes widened and he stammered, "You mean he has reached the Ascension Realm?"

The white-bearded old man nodded slowly, with a smile on his lips.

　My update speed is too fast, I have to slow down and save the manuscript instead.

　　Otherwise it will be on the shelves.

　　I slow down and wait for recommendations.

　　Save it first, everyone~

　　


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