Great Monk Ruhua roared in the street, shocking all directions.
The martial arts people who watched the excitement all burst out laughing at that time...
Where did this big stick come from, if he didn't even know the "Little Eagle King", he stood up for someone else, and the one who offended Wushuangbao, a gangster giant, really didn't want to live anymore.
Ye Qingxuan and his party consisted of seven people, only Wan Guotai didn't know martial arts, and he devoted himself to practicing [Jinjing Liuli Jue] for more than two years. As for the eighteen firewood chopping styles passed down by his family, it's better not to embarrass him.
So Ye Qingxuan decisively let him stay.
Zhan Yu's face was ashen, but it looked like everyone was his brother, although the monk who shouted and a handsome young man who was as handsome as a fairy did not know each other, the rest of them were all his buddies who had died with him.
Especially that Ye Qingxuan, who was the first to run over after turning over the beam of the house, was the most conspicuous in his blue Taoist robe, long box behind his back, and messy hairstyle with hair less than a foot long.
Has this guy changed his hairstyle
"Brother Zhan, be careful—"
Lu Xiuting yelled beside him, and Zhan Yu just came back to his senses, in front of him were two steel knives slashing one horizontally and the other vertically, and the wind was fierce, and they were both masters of the "Earth Yuan Realm".
Zhan Yu tugged at the two little sisters, and his whole body flew backwards, and escaped from the attack of the two steel knives without any time, his movements were extremely fast.
But at this time, the three of them were already surrounded by the crowd. Before they fell, various weapons were handed over. Zhan Yu turned around in the air and abruptly jumped out of the crowd's encirclement. Suddenly, he threw it in the direction where Ye Qingxuan and others were rushing, and at the same time shouted: "Leave me alone, go quickly—"
The Lu family's twin sisters leaped forward, and were thrown to the outermost edge of the encirclement in the blink of an eye. When Zhan Yu fell, he was immediately caught in a group of attacks. Qinggong got rid of the entanglement of the villains of Wushuang Fort and fell into a hard fight.
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Ye Qingxuan has the highest lightness kung fu, running ahead all the way, while A Yuan is on the beam on the other side. The lightness kung fu of the "Thieves Saint" is also the best in the world, only half a body behind Ye Qingxuan, rushing wildly.
The distance of fifty meters quickly approached.
But what everyone didn't expect was that the first one to get the limelight was not the fastest runner on both sides, but the great monk Ruhua who rushed on the ground and was in the middle stage.
When Ye Qingxuan and the others rushed over, more than 20 riders from the direction of Wushuang Fort immediately rushed over along the street, blocking and killing the juniors who rescued Zhan Yu.
In the eyes of everyone in Wushuang Castle, how capable a group of acquired boys can be, against the 20 veteran fighters of Wushuang Castle, it is already considered safe, and even a little too generous to the other party. Don't even look at it, to deal with the famous "Little Eagle King" Zhan Yu, who is regarded as an enemy of the masters of the juniors, didn't Wushuang Fort only send a team of ten people...
There were riders attacking on the street, and on the beams on both sides, several Wushuang Fort masters naturally flew over and killed Ye Qingxuan and the others.
But what happened next surprised everyone present.
Although Ye Qingxuan carried the "Thousands of Skillful Boxes" on his back, it was just in case. When facing the enemy, he still tightly held the "Drunken Yinyue" in his hand, watching the Wushuang Fort masters rushing towards him with a grinning smile, Ye Qingxuan Qingxuan thought in his heart: Well done, I just exchanged a few unique skills, and I am about to test the sword with you—
Before Ye Qingxuan came into contact with the enemy, the encounter on the ground started first.
Huangfu Taiming and Jiang Shuihan, who were rushing ahead, saw the galloping riders, and knowingly moved to both sides, trying to break through the barbarians with cleverness, no matter how high their internal strength was, they would not choose to confront the galloping riders at full speed.
But they stepped aside, not necessarily anyone stepped aside.
The two jumped to the sides, and were about to attack the rider from the side again, but Ruhua, who followed closely behind, laughed wildly, rushed towards the rider head-on, and when they came up to them, they let out a [lion's roar] wildly. Ru Hua, who has not yet achieved much in training, managed to achieve 60% of the strength of [Lion's Roar] by relying on her huge voice.
The charging horse had been well trained and would never be frightened easily, but Monk Ruhua's roar was like a dozen furious bears roaring in unison. He turned sideways, trying to run away from Ruhua's side. The sudden change also caught the rider on horseback off guard. The steel knife was only swung halfway, and then it became a tight grip on the rein to control the center of gravity.
How could Ruhua miss such an opportunity, the speed of her huge body didn't slow down, and when the horse dodged, his shoulder just hit the chest of the original rider at full speed, a collision, bang—
Hey 哷哷—
With a horse weighing more than two thousand catties, plus the knight on the horseback, plus the force of the charge, the impact force of several thousand catties in front of Ruhua is not much heavier than the chopsticks...
When the people and horses screamed at the same time, one person and one horse were directly knocked out, and with a bang, half of a nearby residential building collapsed, and the people and horses were silent at that time.
And this is just the beginning...
Like a flower, he rushed towards the cavalry like a mad bear, dodged sideways, and at the same time swiped the water-milled Zen staff obliquely upwards, so that the shovel cut off the horse's head directly, and flew into the air with the half of the knight on the horse; the crescent shovel pushed forward again In the same way, the horse's head and human body were separated; in the blood sprayed all over the sky, the monk took another step forward, and made a horizontal shot with a shovel, and the horse behind him was directly blown away by him, without any screams , there was only the sound of bones shattering like popping beans along the way, knocking back a large number of cavalry...
Like a humanoid tank crushing over, twenty or so riders flew across within a few breaths. When Monk Ruhua rushed out of the street and came to the encirclement of Wushuang Fort, there was a distance of 30 meters behind him. On the road, it has completely become a road of flesh and blood. That road does not lead to the human world, but the Shura battlefield.
Like a flower, like a flower, under the giant shovel, it is like a blood-colored flower blooming, bright and dazzling, youthful in an instant...
After one person passed by, the whole street was stained red and soaked in blood.
A master of Wushuang Castle survived by chance on the road made of flesh and blood. He climbed up tremblingly, and found that his entire left arm was gone. Before the great monk shoveled him, he was lifted by the horse and fell backwards. Lying on his back, so after the horse's head was shoveled away, he, who should have been cut in half, was just shoveled by the crescent moon, clinging to his ribs, and shoveled away his entire arm, a large piece of flesh and blood on his side, and half of his body. Face, this shovel even lifted a piece of skull, exposing the brain inside.
This shovel was neatly cut, several parts of the left sternum, ribs were shoveled away together, exposing the lung lobes and the beating heart...
Blood flowed like a waterfall, but it was strange that such a serious injury could not feel the slightest pain.
He could feel the ferocious eyes of the great monk staring at him behind him, he was terrified, he just wanted to escape... He walked towards his side, why didn't they come to help me, why did they have to Such a horrified face.
He ran towards them, stretched out his remaining right hand, and grasped feebly...
As he trembled, as he trembled, the viscera in his body slowly bulged out, and then they all spurted out along the side ribs. Everyone's heart was firmly grasped, and they showed expressions that they couldn't bear to see. Some even shouted loudly, "Stop, don't run", but he couldn't hear it. He just felt scared and wanted to escape from here.
Finally, when he stepped over a corpse and his movements became bigger, the bulging viscera finally exceeded the restraint of the ribs, and slid out of the body from the side where the ribs were lost. At that moment, he felt himself Suddenly he became much more relaxed, and his steps became much lighter than before. He took a few more steps forward, only then did he realize that the emptiness in his body was due to the real emptiness, so he looked down at the dripping intestines and finally being emptied. The lung lobes were dragged out of the body, and the puzzled eyes never lifted up.
His torn corpse, in front of everyone in Wushuang Fort, lowered his head and slowly knelt down, and then there was another crash, and his white brain came out of his cavity and scattered all over the ground.
The corpse was kneeling on the ground, and the great monk Ruhua just stepped forward at this time, stepped on the head of the kneeling body, and stomped it down suddenly, amidst the crackling sound of bones, a large wave of red and white Blood gushed out from under the opponent's boots, like a child jumping excitedly in the mud, and the innocent action was full of bloody cruelty.
Monk Ruhua smiled cruelly, with a ferocious appearance covered in blood, holding a water-grinding Zen stick upside down, like a god and demon descending from the earth, fierce and fierce.
Everyone was shocked by the blood gushing out half the street in front of them.
Maybe a congenital master is much more efficient in killing than Ru Hua, but he is determined not to create such a shocking and fierce scene. Even with the psychological quality of a congenital master who has killed countless people, he probably can't bear the touch of flesh and blood on his body.
The Great Monk laughed wildly and roared again and again, not only shocked the crowd of Wushuang Fort and the surrounding martial arts heroes, even Huangfu Taiming and others who saw the Great Monk make a move for the first time were also stunned on the spot.
This monk, where is the monk? It was clearly the reincarnated Shura who made a living by killing, his madness and vigor were a hundred times better than Xiong Wei's.
"Go up, go up, stop him—" Che Huizu yelled in horror, and ordered the terrified Wushuang Fort masters around him to step forward and attack. But these previous arrogant and domineering masters have long been shocked by the cruelty of their opponents, and they don't have the courage to challenge him at all.
"Don't worry about him, just worry about yourself..."
Che Huizu turned his head in shock. A young man in Taoist robes was already standing beside him. In his hand was a four-foot-long long sword, thin and long. Behind him, countless corpses were lying on their backs. Everyone was stabbed in the throat, bleeding profusely.
Che Huizu's eyes widened in fear, and he tremblingly said: "Yes, it's you—"
Ye Qingxuan placed the long sword lightly on the side of Che Huizu's neck, and said calmly: "Yes, it's me..."