Chapter 439: Tianjiao gathers

Chapter 439: Tianjiao Gathering
Hanging with a sword, Hang Qiuyu broke into the crowd. Wherever he passed, blood must flow across his body, and his limbs and arms were flying in chaos. The scene was fierce, like hell.
The battlefield is chaotic.
Shouts, screams, painful cries, and killing sounds mingled.
Tart! Tart! Tart!
In the south, there was a sound of heavy footsteps.
With each drop, the ground was trembling faintly, as if a behemoth rushed forward, terrifying!
Many monks followed his reputation.
I saw an inch-headed monk striding meteor, bare skin, exposed skin flashing bronze light, muscles bulging, full of explosive power!
This man was carrying a huge iron gun on his shoulders, dark and heavy, exuding a violent atmosphere, his eyes were like a torch, and he was so imposing that he laughed: "A group of things that don't know how to live or die depends on you and dare to stain the palace of the people? "
"Hurry up, you are the one in the magic gate!"
"It's Pang Yue, the demon of overlord palace, run away!"
Pang Yue patted the body of the shoulder with a large hand, and the huge iron gun bounced freely, loudly, "It is too late to escape now!"
call!
The iron gun went out of the air, turning into a ray of light, and the wind screamed.
The Pang Yue people followed the gun and crashed directly into the crowd.
The monks blocking the forefront were smashed into pieces by this swarthy iron gun, the spear trembled, and the magical artifacts chopped on them burst into pieces.
"kill!"
Pang Yue shouted, holding the black iron gun with one hand, swiping backhand, and smashing the flesh of more than a dozen monks in the crowd in a sweeping sweep of the army!
Overlord Palace is the most powerful sect of the refined body in the magic gate.
Even on the continent, it can definitely be ranked in the top three, and it is on par with Liuli Palace and King Kong Temple.
Pang Yue, as the devil of the Overlord Palace, can imagine the horror of her melee power.
This is exactly a feast of killings!
Pang Yue's body was shining with eight spirit veins. Spiritual power was surging, blood was rushing, and the iron gun was passing by, and no one could beat its edge.
On the other side, there is purple gas to the east.
If the emperor comes, coercion willfully!
"Run away, it is the proud Xiaoxiao of the Zixiao School!"
The crowd in the East was also in a mess, and many monks fled.
A monk in a purple robe stood in the air with a serious expression, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of purple qi, glowing with all kinds of light, and thousands of ray of color. The whole man exuded a majesty overlooking the beings.
"go with!"
Ao Yuxiao waved his sleeve robe and gave a soft whistle.
The hundreds of thousands of purple air that originally enveloped him, slowly condensed a purple long sword in midair, with a bright light, like purple sky breaking away, tearing the crowd into pieces.
Zixiao was vertical and horizontal, many monks fell from the air and disappeared.
Tang Yu expected that the palace of the Emperor is now bound to erupt an unprecedented battle in the ancient battlefield.
Near the Emperor's Hall, it will become a field full of killing Shura.
Not only the Jianzong and Zixiao factions, but also the descendants of the other nine schools of Xianmen, have also appeared one after another to join the battlefield.
There are white fluttering, frost-like fairies, with thunder and light in their eyes, monks who are like wind, and priests holding dusters and crowns on their heads ...
Except for Pang Yue, the demon of the Overlord Palace, Shangguan Yu of the Yuzong demon, and the magic demon demon appeared in the demons.
With the Shura knife, Bai Yu, the demon of Shuluo Zong, rushed into the battlefield, killing himself.
Last time, in the land of the sword mountain, Bai Yu defeated Su Zimo, and performed the technique of blood dying to escape.
Now he has appeared again, and he has opened up the eighth spirit vein!
In all fairness, if you haven't penetrated the eight veins, let alone want to touch the palace of the emperor, just come to watch it, and you will end up like the monks before you.
The descendants of Xianmen and Demon Gate avoided the other side for a while, and jointly killed and killed other monks.
In such a situation, only the eight-veined foundation has a glimmer of hope for escape!
At the edge of the chaotic battlefield, stood a big man with sackcloth, big eyes, rough face, and looked coldly at this scene.
Su Zimo has arrived!
"Ding-Ding-"
At this moment, a long, long ringing bell from the West seemed to be able to cleanse the soul and was extremely sacred.
Along with this ringing bell, a bald monk came on foot, a barefoot monk robe, holding a golden bell, and there was a gleam of gold light in his eyes. It was the monk who was passed down from the King Kong Temple.
"Amitabha."
The monk Jueyu erected with one hand, chanted a Buddhist chant, and was full of gas.
After ten days of absence, the consciousness of the monk was normal, his breath was stable, and his previous injuries were apparently healed.
Su Zimo nodded secretly.
King Kong Temple is worthy of being one of the six Buddhist temples, and it does have some skills.
Before that, the monk of Jueyu was suppressed by his strong, the flesh on his arm was exploded, and the inner concubine had been dislocated.
In ten days, he had recovered as before, and confirmed that the monk's physical body was truly extraordinary.
"Ding!"
The monk Jueyu was expressionless, his wrists trembled, and he twitched gently, and another bell rang.
The monks who were originally flying in mid-air and wanted to escape the battlefield were shaken, pale and shaky.
"Ding!"
The bell rings again.
Flutter, flutter!
When monks were dropped from the air, when they fell to the ground, their eyes were dim, Qiqiao bleed, and they were dead.
Behind the monk Jiechi, there were three monks, a nun walking slowly.
Although these three monks and one man are all Buddhist monks, they have different costumes, and the Zongmen tokens hanging from their waists are also different.
Five temples have already appeared in the Six Temples of Buddha's Gate!
Tianjiao got together!
In this battle, other monks of the Zongmen, or some of those who thought they were powerful Sanshou, finally realized the horrors of Xianmen, Momen, and Buddhism.
Even if they are the foundation of the eight veins, these monks are not the opponents of these three successors!
There are fewer and fewer monks near the Emperor's Hall, but more and more bones, and blood flows.
Finally, someone eyeed Su Zimo on the edge.
Shuluzong demon, Bai Yu!
Naturally, he did not know Su Zimo after the makeover, otherwise he would not be so careless and came alone.
Bai Yu's expression was cold, with a Shura knife in his hand, looking at Su Zimo's eyes, without the slightest emotion.
Su Zi's face was expressionless, and there was a touch of jeering in the bottom of his eyes.
"dead!"
Bai Yu turned the Shura knife, crossed a arc in midair, and cut directly at Su Zimo's head.
Su Zimo's eyes were bright and he was about to move, and suddenly there was a piercing sound behind him.
"stop!"
The fragrance came.
A pink ribbon came out of the air, looking soft and weak, blocking the blade, but resisting the sword of Bai Yu!
Immediately afterwards, the pink ribbon seemed to have spirituality, winding up along the blade.
Bai Yu frowned, and quickly took back the Shura knife.
"Jime fairy, what do you do?"
Bai Yu looked at the pink-dressed girl who flashed out from behind the big man in Mai, and asked with a bad expression.
"Hee hee."
Ji Fairy has been veiled again, smiled slightly, and gave Su Zimo a white look, and said, "This is a friend I invited, all the way with us."
(End of this chapter)