Chapter 80: Arhat Fumo

The red light of the killing sword in Lei Wujie's hand suddenly appeared, and he shouted angrily: "Stop!" I saw the white butterfly shining with fluorescence like the mighty power of the fear of killing sword, hovering in place instantly. Lei Wujie killed the Fear sword with a cross-cut, and saw the sound of screaming from the body of the sword, and the butterflies receded.
My killing sword is so heavy that it is one of the best swords in the world!
In front of me, what ghost do you pretend?
Lei Wujie smiled lightly with his sword, his red dress flying.
"You have a good sword." The faint voice of the woman in white came from nowhere.
"You also have a good head." Lei Wujie suddenly raised the sword in his hand, plunged it into the ground, and roared, "Broken!"
I saw the surrounding air violently fluctuate, and the illusory butterfly dream array seemed to be shaky in an instant.
"Just a sword from you?" The white-clothed woman suddenly appeared, waved her fingertips, and whispered, "Firefly." I saw dozens of fluorescent butterflies flying out of her sleeves, pointing towards Lei Wujie flew away.
Lei Wujie smiled and said, "No, with my two swords." The Tingyu sword behind him was unsheathed at this moment. Lei Wujie grasped the Tingyu sword and slashed at the butterflies again with a sword: "It's just some Little bugs, why should you be afraid?
But when the sword struck Yingdie, something incredible happened. The butterflies suddenly flashed into a flame, bursting open at the sword body, Lei Wujie Surprised, he saw the butterfly sparks connecting into a fiery snake, attacking him, Lei Wujie hurriedly withdrew his sword and backed away.
The white-clothed woman stepped forward, holding the Ting Yujian, and asked coldly: "What about now?"
Ten steps away from the two of them, Su Changli was sitting on the ground, with the giant sword inserted beside him, Lei Wujie in the formation could not see him, but he was clearly watching the scene in the formation. Behind him, the enchanting purple-clothed woman and the red-clothed woman holding flowers were sitting on the treetops, shaking her legs, and smilingly looking at Lei Wujie inside.
"Sister Mu is really capable and took two swords in one go." The purple-clothed woman said with a smile.
The woman in red played with the little flower on her hand: "It seems it's not your turn to make a move, Changli."
Su Changli looked at the killing sword, and said with a smile: "What do you two little girls know, that killing sword is inserted in the formation, and it is constantly absorbing the ghostly spirit of the dream butterfly array. Mu Liangyue couldn't hold Lei Wujie in the time of Zhuxiang. Then after the burst broke, the illusion would retreat, and Lei Wujie could kill her with a single sword."
"This sword is so powerful? Could it be that it was injected with some magical magic?" The woman in red said in surprise.
"It's not the sword of the Taoist door. The Killing Sword is a sword made by Leimen Thunderbolt with gunpowder and the meteorite stone. It is said to be extremely powerful and can kill the ghosts of ghosts. It is the nemesis of the solitary array. Look. Unfortunately, it is Mu Liangyue who has encountered an opponent she shouldn't meet." Su Changli said quietly.
"Hey, I thought it would be easier to perform the task with the famous Mu Family Secret Art master this time." The purple-clothed woman turned over and jumped to Su Changli's side, "What are you waiting for, get ready to do it."
Su Changli waved his hand: "Don't worry. The butterfly formation has not broken yet, Mu Liangyue still has time. Lei Wujie can't use the sword at this time, Mu Liangyue has a chance."
The white-clothed woman called Mu Liangyue just held the Tingyu Sword, but she felt the strong resistance from Tingyu Sword. When her hand trembled, the sword was about to get out. She leaped up and slammed the handle with one foot. The sword stepped on the ground: "If you don't have a sword, do you still have the ability to fight?" After speaking, stretched out his sleeves, the flying butterfly gleaming with fluorescence pounced again.
"Without a sword, I still have punches." Lei Wujie threw a punch.
Leimen fire burning technique, unparalleled fist in the air. This is the martial arts that Lei Wujie is most familiar with. With one punch, the fist wind howls, it smashes those flying butterflies to pieces, and burns them to ashes before they can get close.
Mu Liangyue suddenly stretched out her hand and said in a deep voice, "Tie the cocoon!"
Lei Wujie was taken aback for a moment, but suddenly a cocoon came up from the ground, enveloping himself!
"Cocoon binding?" Su Chang's pupils tightened slightly, "Mu Liangyue's butterfly array has been repaired into cocoon binding?"
It is naturally impossible for humans to give birth to a cocoon out of thin air, but Lei Wujie who was trapped in it truly felt a strong sense of oppression. He felt that the cocoon was constantly sucking his own power. Lei Wujie closed his eyes, desperately thinking that he could crack this weird formation.
This dream butterfly array was born out of the solitary array, which is a cunning way. It is said that during the Eastern Expedition of the Demon Cult, a large array of Baili loneliness was set up, among which the demons and ghosts and the night walks of the ghosts. These half-demon and half-devil techniques, the methods of cracking, are nothing more than two types: Taoism descends and Buddhism breaks. The Taoist priests on the mountain next to Dao Fa, and as for Buddhism, Lei Wujie himself happened to know a very powerful monk, and that monk happened to teach him a set of martial arts. During these three months of sword practice, Lei Wujie would still beat this set of punches once a day, because after the punches, he felt his eyes and heart clear, and he was so happy.
Lei Wujie opened his eyes and finally handed out a punch. Ordinary and ordinary, the seven-year-old monk of Shaolin Temple can also use several styles of big Arhat boxing.
The cocoon broke, Lei Wujie's eyes seemed to have golden light. He stepped out, his voice thick as a bronze bell, he stretched out his right fist and said loudly: "I have one punch, and the four names are empty."
Mu Liangyue's white clothing danced wildly under her fist strength, and her expression revealed a trace of panic.
He stretched out his left fist again: "There is another punch, the name is Liugenqingjing."
Mu Liangyue hurriedly retreated, letting go of Listening Yujian, and retreated quickly.
"Arhat descends the demons, the demons retreat!" Lei Wujie exclaimed angrily.
The Killing Sword rose to the ground in response, tore away the illusory environment little by little, and flew back into Lei Wujie's right hand. Then Listening Yu Jian also responded, and immediately flew back to Lei Wujie's left hand. Lei Wujie held the killing sword in his right hand and the Yu sword in his left hand, and said proudly, "The formation is broken."
"But you are dying." A voice with a slight smile sounded, and a huge sword leaned against Lei Wujie's back.
Lei Wujie was about to turn around, but found that his feet hurt. When he lowered his head, he found that the graceful woman in purple clothes was holding two daggers, locking her right leg. He felt a flash in front of him again, as if a flower had fallen, and when he looked up, the woman in red grabbed the red flower and flipped it slightly. The sharp roots of the red flower locked his throat.
"Su Family, Su Changli." Su Changli, who held the giant sword, smiled.
"Su Family, Su Hongxi." The woman holding the flower gently moved the flower forward, drawing a blood stain.
"Su Family, Su Ziyi." The seductive woman seemed to feel a little tired, and she lay sideways on the ground, but the hand holding the double sword seemed to be closed again.
Death array.
This is an array that can't die anymore.