The snake stick in Xing Wuwei's hand fell like a heavy hammer, and a pale palm was slowly raised, facing the air to support Xing Wuwei's heavy blow.
hum—
The violent gangster energy overflowed in all directions, and within a range of hundreds of feet, all the troops on both sides who fought were blown away by the high-pressure gangster.
Under the heavy pressure, the two sank down at the same time, and a huge crater with a radius of about ten feet burst out of the one-foot-thick ashlar square in an instant. It became powder.
Under the old monk Lianzhao's seemingly skinny figure, there is such a huge energy hidden, even Xing Wuwei's full-strength blow was abruptly received, which is really impressive.
Xing Wuwei turned over and backed away, looking at Lianzhao who was standing still like a wooden figure, he couldn't help but let out a cold snort.
From breaking through the main gate to rushing into the square in front of the hall to show up with Lianzhao, the two sides fought more than ten moves, and the opponent didn't move a single step from the beginning to the end, just like a nail, firmly nailed to the ground.
However, in the face of Lianzhao's mountain-like determination, Xing Wuwei did not use his full strength. After all, it was a trial stage and could not reach the point of no return.
Even in the worst situation, it is nothing more than tucking your tail and hiding temporarily.
However, the moment he turned over and landed on the ground, he suddenly discovered that the hundred masters of his side who had entered the square in front of the hall had been firmly surrounded by the White Lotus monks, and under Lian Zhao's beheading action, those white lotus monks began to attack. The most violent attack was launched against them.
The screams suddenly rose, it seemed that what Lian Zhao said before to deal with him was not an ordinary threat.
Damn, he actually turned a deaf ear to Holden, even if he made it clear that he was under Holden's order, he would still kill him.
Xing Wuwei snorted angrily, holding the snake staff, ready to rush out before all the monks surrounded him.
At this moment, a peach blossom firework exploded behind the Buddhist hall, and Xing Wuwei's thought of fleeing was immediately thrown away by him, and he shouted: "Brothers, reinforcements have arrived, follow me to destroy the rebellious Great Maitreya Palace! "
Following his roar, countless palace guards directly belonging to Holden were killed outside the palace, among which Yu Shengtan and Huo Tingzun were the leaders.
For the benefit of the imperial power, the two actually joined forces at this time to strangle the Great Maitreya Palace, the core of the White Lotus Sect.
In order to persuade Holden, Yu Shengtan not only prepared a perfect strategy based on temptation, but also stated the system of the unity of politics and religion, persuading Holden to be both the secular emperor and the leader of the White Lotus Sect, so as to unify the imperial and religious power and avoid the two powers from colliding in the future. fight.
Holden had long felt that Zhu Wusheng was holding him back. Although the conflict between the two parties had not intensified, he was always thinking about getting rid of Zhu Wusheng. Hearing that Zhu Wusheng was seriously injured at this time, he immediately felt agitated. With such a perfect plan, the worst thing he could do with self-confidence was to plead guilty. Pushing Xing Wuwei to blame, he simply agreed to Yu Shengtan's request, mobilized 10,000 imperial guards to Yu Shengtan, and quickly ordered Huo Tingzun into the palace to lead his 5,000 troops to fight against Vietnam.
Only then did the scene of the fierce battle begin in front of us.
The Great Maitreya Palace lost the previous two battles between Luzhou City and Yangzhou City, the power in the palace dropped drastically, Jiang Jiyue disappeared, and Zhu Wusheng was seriously injured. Now is undoubtedly the best time to destroy the Great Maitreya Palace.
But the Great Maitreya Palace has thousands of years of experience, and no one knows how many masters there are in it. Therefore, once it was confirmed that Zhu Wusheng was seriously injured, the battle began immediately, and several messengers were also sent back to the palace by Yu Shengtan and Huo Tingzun. All the forces came to strangle the Great Maitreya Palace with all their strength, not letting anyone go.
In the blink of an eye, more than a thousand imperial guards with white helmets and white armor poured in from the broken gate of the front hall, and started killing madly at the monks in white.
The group of monks who originally surrounded Xing Wuwei and others were surrounded by the imperial army in turn, and each of them often had to face hundreds of spears and heavy spears. After a while, it was washed away.
Amidst the sound of killing, several demon monks were picked up high by countless spears, and arrows were thrown from all around them, and they turned into hedgehogs in an instant, with blood spattered all over their bodies.
The snow-white monk's robe was stained red with blood in a blink of an eye, even an old monk like Lian Zhao didn't expect such a scene, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and he shouted angrily: "Rebellion, rebellion...rebel, you dare to betray the religion? "
call-
Withered and shriveled like an old monkey, the demon monk Lianzhao roared and flew forward to charge. Facing hundreds of spears stabbing at him, with one move with one hand, the guards felt a huge force coming, and the big guns in their hands immediately dropped their hands. Flying into the air, rows of soldiers were tugged by the huge force.
Before they stood up, the demon monk Lianzhao pressed his hands again, and the long spear and heavy spear that flew up into the air immediately turned the spear head, and stabbed at the forbidden army on the ground.
Puff puff…
The sound of long spears piercing their bodies kept ringing out, and the screams kept coming and going. In just a few breaths, hundreds of forbidden soldiers were punished immediately, and some long spears pierced through the bodies of several soldiers in a row, like a bunch of grasshoppers, thumping twice. Down, there is no breath.
"Old bald donkey, looking for death!" Xing Wuwei waved the snake stick at this time, raised his head in anger and slapped it down, this time, he shot with all his strength.
boom!
The explosion of stellar energy spread throughout the entire Great Maitreya Palace again.
…
At the moment when there were shouts and killings from all around, Zhu Wusheng, who was resting on the bed, jumped up and asked loudly what was the matter.
When outsiders heard that Holden led his troops to slaughter the palace, Zhu Wu was so angry that his face turned red and he cursed loudly.
"I've seen him as an ambitious person for a long time, but I don't want him to seek death like this. Okay, Lord Buddha, I will make it possible for you." Zhu Wusheng laughed grinningly, and shouted: "Let the Dharma Protector Sangha join the battle, hehehe, I want to see Look, it's Holden's imperial guards that are stronger, or Buddha's Dharma protector monks!"
woo—
Zhu Wusheng issued an order, and the sound of the Dharma trumpet was heard from the Great Maitreya Palace. Thousands of monks who had been guarding the roadside, together with the guardians of the Buddhist temples, took all kinds of weapons and rushed to the nearest battlefield. .
As for the five hundred innate arhats who were originally guarding the last hall, under the leadership of the commander Pudu, they got up and walked out of the hall, "Dharma protector!"
Pudu, who was big and round, shouted loudly, and the five hundred innate arhats leaped together, some standing on the top of the main hall, or standing in front of the main hall gate, or setting up a formation in the square in front of the hall...
The Buddha's name was everywhere, and the atmosphere was solidified.
This group of five hundred innate masters imitating the establishment of the Great Zen Temple was originally used to deal with the demons against the heavens, but now they are used to deal with the rebels in the sect.
With the joining of the White Lotus Cult Dharma Protector Sangha, the intensity of the fighting all around suddenly rose to unimaginable heights.
…
Ye Qingxuan flipped over and jumped onto the tiled roof of a side hall.
Behind him, in a scripture building like a scripture pavilion, flames sprang up and thick smoke billowed, and several white lotus demon monks guarding the scripture building were submerged in the sea of flames.
At this time, Ye Qingxuan put on another human skin mask that was once aliased as "Tang Bohu", and put on the monk's robes of the Bailian monks, condescendingly, and quickly grasped the whole situation.
The encircling palace guards have not yet formed a siege to the final hall where Zhu Wusheng is located. The first to enter the Great Maitreya Palace are the imperial guards on the left and right sides. At this time, they are trapped in the maze of gardens and pagodas on both sides. After the attack of the hidden demon monks, it gradually fell into chaos, while the forbidden army who rushed in from the south and north gates encountered tenacious resistance in the front and rear hall squares.
The turning point came when Ye Qingxuan made trouble.
"Here he is... grab him..."
A sharp arrow brushed his cheek and shot into the air. Ye Qingxuan, who didn't turn his head back, had judged the trajectory of the arrow long ago, jumped down to the top of the hall with a smile, and pulled out his hand back, a flaming knife slashed out from his palm. The statue of the evil Buddha in the side hall immediately turned into a ball of flames.
swipe swipe...
Dozens of [Flame Knife] cut out in a row, and the whole side hall turned into a sea of flames before he landed.
A group of Dharma protector monks with a number of hundreds of people surrounded him, and two of them who were more skilled in lightness kung fu slashed towards him. All around in the distance are the torchlights moving rapidly towards here, as long as there is a little hesitation, it will definitely be a dead end surrounded by thousands of troops.
Ye Qingxuan was not afraid of fighting to the death, but he hated being suspected of his identity at this time, so he didn't confront those white lotus monks, and didn't give them a chance to encircle him.
Shrinking his body slightly, Ye Qingxuan got in through a small open window, and when he was about to ignite the monk's house again, there was a bang, and a big hole was knocked into the wall on the other side, and a huge figure panicked. He rushed over in a panic.
Huh
Ye Qingxuan didn't notice it for a while, and unexpectedly encountered such a tampon. After a closer look, the person who came was still an old acquaintance——
"Pig iron Buddha" Yin Kong.
It's just that he was soaked in blood at this time, and the right hand holding the big iron pestle was shaking, and he was obviously running for his life in a dazed appearance, but in a panic, he met Ye Qingxuan.
"You..." "Pig Iron Buddha" Yin Kong exclaimed, and swung the big iron pestle to hit him hard.
huh? —
Ye Qingxuan was astonished, and when he lifted his hand, a flaming knife slashed out!
"Pig iron Buddha" Yin Kong's eyes froze, his whole body remained motionless for a moment, and with a sigh, the blood on his head was sprayed into the air.
oops...
This time is not good.
Ye Qingxuan looked at his right hand with some remorse, and sighed secretly. Originally, this Yinkong was reserved for the little monk Sankong to clean up the house, but in the end, he took over the head by himself.
But…
Who can chase Yin Kong to this point in the Great Maitreya Palace
Just as he was wondering, a cloudy aura suddenly struck, and Ye Qingxuan looked up, the roof of the entire Buddhist house was blown away by a wave of sword energy, and a figure fell from the sky, stabbing down at the only living creature in the room.
Song Farewell!
Ye Qingxuan turned pale with shock, if this guy wasn't going to sneak attack Zhu Wusheng, what was he doing here
Song Bieli slashed down with his sword, his eyes swept over the dying Yin Kong, and then locked onto Ye Qingxuan, and slashed his sword down without hesitation.
This guy is really cheap!
Ye Qingxuan cursed in his heart, picked up the big iron pestle that Yinkong left on the ground with his foot, and slammed his foot on the rear end, the big iron pestle shot up into the sky like a rocket, and hit the tip of the sword on time.