The mustard seed monk has no longer any Buddhist compassion on his face.

The scars on the face and face were beating, making him look like an evil demon in Shura. With the extremely miserable corpse under his feet, the few people around him were frightened by this fierce aura and dared not step forward.

"Glad that my subordinates are all such waste?"

Yang Beihan sneered, holding a knife in his hand, and blocked the passage to Baima Temple.

There were already screams and chaos in the temple. The Seven Quaternary Sects who rushed into the temple thought they had already started to commit crimes.

"What are the twelve masters of the Tongwu Sect? Haha, if you really want to fight, it depends on the skills of our Qiji Sect. You, the monk Hua with six unclean roots, come and fight with me."

Yang Beihan jumped up, waved the long sword in his hand, and the genital wolf sword energy came in clusters. He had made up his mind to break through the monk's defense and buy some time for You Wuming, who was looking for the Holy Fire Saint behind him.

When those masters of the witch sect saw Yang Beihan taking action, they all abandoned the difficult mustard seed monk and rushed to the White Horse Temple, or turned around and massacred those weak and upright knights.

Seeing that Yang Beihan was difficult to deal with, Mustard Monk thought about it and made up his mind.

More than a dozen fierce and gloomy sword auras rushed towards him, but the Mustard Monk did not dodge or avoid it. When the sword aura was added, the heavy Buddhist true energy around him suddenly changed his movement form.

Under Yang Beihan's astonished gaze, the air shield flowed like a whirlwind, with extremely fast speed and strange pulling. The knife energy he slashed out was captured by the fast-rotating true energy.

After spinning around the Mustard Monk at high speed for several weeks, the Mustard Monk waved his hand and hit him in all directions.

The sword energy of the half-step Tianbang is so powerful.

This suddenly scattered in all directions, urgent and fast, without any warning, leaving the demon masters all over the body without time to react.

At that moment, three or four were thrown out of the Greedy Wolf's sword energy and broke the protective energy.

The mustard seed monk raised his left hand again, just like a dragon's claw, but this time, he used the Dragon Binding Technique to operate, just like an invisible chain, holding a demon sect master who was bleating blood on his body and pulling him towards him.

The Zen Staff was swung up and suddenly fell.

"Bang"

Another headless corpse appeared in the field.

"What kind of martial arts are you doing!"

Yang Beihan shouted sternly:

"How can you learn the secret technique of my leader," said Mr. "

"Haha, Zhang Moye's secret technique?"

The mustard monk raised his head, his eyes full of cold murderous intent.

At this moment, he no longer looked like a monk, but rather like a gloomy revenge man. He raised his Zen Staff, rushed towards Yang Beihan, and said coldly:

"He secretly learned other people's secret techniques and said that it was his own secret technique... Bah! He is so shameless!"

The dragon binding skill is reappearing.

The mustard monk who missed the trump card no longer concealed it. His thick true energy spread in a strange way, just like an invisible force field. Yang Beihan fell into it and felt that there was a whistling wind from all directions.

Various chaotic forces are applied to the body, just like the invisible force field pulling, causing him to move in the shape of a knife, and the layers of true energy are rolling around, and even the movement becomes three points slow.

The Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon Staff had already killed him, and the blood-stained Zen Staff had a true energy splashed, like an angry dragon entangled, and it was magnificent and grand. This desperate blow would kill him!

"Uncle Beihan, don't panic!"

Zhang Chu's voice sounded behind him, and there was also a biting murderous intent.

The mustard monk suddenly turned around and turned to attack Yang Beihan. In the night behind him, it seemed like falling leaves flying.

Zhang Chu walked slowly with a knife, and thousands of sword leaves were suspended among the two.

Every illusion blade is surrounded by murderous aura. These thousands of blades are like Zhang Chu swinging a thousand swords in an instant.

The mustard seed monk was like seeing the autumn leaves flying everywhere. In the autumn wind, the thousands of sword leaves swirled and rushed towards him from all directions.

"Clang"

The powerful force brought by the Heavenly Dragon Staff dispersed the sword leaves.

But there are too many sword leaves...

Just like walking in the forest in autumn, no matter how careful you are, there are still flying leaves falling on your robes. This scene has a rather bleak mood in autumn.

But under Xiao Suo, there was murderous intent.

The fallen leaves have been covered, killing animals in pieces.

Zhang Chu used this Ye Luo Killing Sword at this time, and it was indeed more agile than when he was in Suzhou.

"Puff puff puff puff"

The mustard seed monk's thick air shield was broken all over, and the monk's robe was torn apart on his tall body. Blood splattered everywhere, and Nirvana's guard was broken all over. Behind him, Yang Bei's cold ghost came.

The Soul-Destroying God Claw made seven consecutive moves, one more fierce than the other, and one more fierce than the other. When the last claw was at the back of the mustard monk's head in the howling of ghosts and wolves, he wanted to take his life.

"Buzz"

The situation changes again.

The unreasonable sword shadow divided the seven people, each using sword moves, and in a blink of an eye, the seven people returned to the same place.

Everything seems to be an illusion in a dream.

But Yang Beihan was already stunned.

A black sword had pierced from behind him and stabbed out in front of his chest.

Elder Beihan was also full of sword marks, and the blood was so thrilling in the night.

If it weren't for the half-step Tianbang's rapid reaction and moving a few inches outward at the final kill, the assassin would have stabbed his heart and killed his life with a sword.

But the deep true energy cannot stop a single trace of it?

This sword...

This person...

What is the origin?

"ah!"

When his life was critical, Yang Beihan was no longer able to take his life. He had to turn around and slap it, forcing the assassin to retreat, cover the seriously injured wounds, and staggered out and flee.

Zhang Chu looked calm.

He watched the mountain ghost stand up and protected the seriously injured mustard seed monk behind him. Under the familiar black ghost face, there were still ruthless eyes.

"Oh, Brother Li Gui..."

Zhang Chu raised the straight blade in his hand, and Ye Luo's killing style appeared again. He said to the mountain ghost:
Chapter completed!