The two demon monks, one old and one young, are now in the realm of Wuzong, not much different from the two Buddhist monks, and even slightly better in terms of breath alone. It seems that they were all in the fairyland before.
In terms of catching and fighting, the strength of the two sides is equal, and it is hard to say who will win the battle. These two monster monks still have a good chance to gain the upper hand.
Right now, the Buddhist monks are chanting sutras with their eyes closed, while the monster monks are deliberately attacking. As long as they can injure the opponent with one blow, they will have a substantial advantage and seal the victory.
It is absolutely impossible to give up such an opportunity for the monster monk who is impulsive by nature and fearless of death. Otherwise, he would tarnish the name of a monk and be unworthy of being a monster warrior.
In addition, there is another very important reason. The Shimen monks have always regarded themselves as noble and upright, and their actions are frank and upright, so the possibility of conspiracy and despicable means is very small.
Two monster monks jumped out from among the leafy treetops, like tigers and leopards, they attacked the two monks who were meditating in front of the tower. This scene fell into Li Ye's eyes, which made him twitch slightly.
In his opinion, such a reckless and impulsive behavior is no different from courting death. Even if he is not caught by luck this time, it is not worth being happy at all. Fortunately, it is accidental, but suffering is inevitable.
When the two demon monks were halfway through the fight, the monk still remained silent, which made them sure that the other party was indeed concentrating on chanting sutras without preparation, and the preparation to stop was also canceled out.
But when the two monster monks got close and raised their weapons to slash at each other, the eyes of the two monks suddenly burst into dazzling light! Before seeing any action from them, a large piece of golden light burst out from under them, blasting towards the two monster monks with lightning speed!
The expression of the monster cultivator changed drastically, his eyes were full of shock and surprise, he only had time to blurt out the word "Dharma circle" before he was bombarded by golden light. His body immediately flew upside down, he vomited blood in mid-air, and fell three to five feet away before falling.
When the two monster monks were wounded and fell to the ground, the two monks who had looked pious and serious just now jumped up with ferocious faces, and rushed to the two monster monks in an instant. Before the Yaozu monks had time to stand up after landing, two monks raised their palms at the same time and pressed heavily on their chests!
There were several cracking sounds, and the two monster monks vomited blood one after another and flew backwards. This injury added to the injury, and he was seriously injured in an instant. He fell into the ruins, crashed into half of the collapsed wall, and couldn't get up again for a while. He could only lie on the ground and vomit blood.
When two pairs of feet appeared in front of them and they had to raise their heads, what they saw were two figures as tall as mountains, looking down on them aggressively. They seem to be beasts that can eat people, and there are still smiles on their faces.
"mean!"
"Shameless! You actually set up an ambush!"
The two monster monks, one old and one young, were full of resentment and were extremely unwilling. They originally thought that the other party's Buddhist monks were full of compassion and morality, and they would not behave like villains, so they made plots, but they fell into the other party's trap instead.
In terms of strength, they are not weaker than the opponent, and may even be stronger. It is unlikely that they will lose in a frontal battle.
Moreover, the trap arrangement of the two monks is really not clever, and everyone would guard against it under normal circumstances. That is to say, monks from the Yaozu race rarely walk in the world, thinking that monks from the Shimen are holy and upright, as they advertised and people chanted.
The two monks were both tall and burly, with bulging muscles on their arms. They looked like they were brave but dull, but at the moment they had smug smiles on their faces, and said unceremoniously, "It's all your stupidity, how can you blame me?" We set up an ambush?"
The old Yaozu monk was so angry that his internal organs were on fire, and he couldn't help spurting out another mouthful of blood. Believing in the personality of the enemy will eventually lead to defeat. This kind of mistake that will be laughed out of the mouth when you say it out makes people feel ashamed.
The dark-skinned monk was in the presence of the old god at the moment, and he had the calmness after completely controlling the situation. He sarcastically said: "Seeing that you have lived a long time, you are so stupid, and you have to make your young clansmen accompany you to death. You live to be a sinner, why don't you commit suicide and apologize? Could it be that you monster race are all so unreasonable?"
The face of the old monster monk lost all color in an instant, his eyes were full of pain, and the eyes of the young monster monk were also full of guilt and remorse, his mouth kept vomiting blood, and he might collapse at any time.
The young monster monk was full of blood, seeing the old monk in such pain, how could he bear it, and immediately rushed towards the dark monk with a low growl: "Shut up, you bald donkey! I want to die with you... ... "
With a bang, the swarthy monk slammed out a fist, hitting the young monster monk on the cheek, knocking him to the ground.
Seeing this, the old demon monk roared in pain, and was about to stand up and try his best, but before he could make a move, he was kicked and flew away by another Buddhist monk.
The swarthy monk stepped on the young monk's face, stepped his stubborn and unyielding expression into the soil, looked down at him with a sneer, and said with a tone of judgment, "You monsters, you are a disaster for the world, To set off a bloodbath, I really deserve death... "
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard his companion shouting: "Be careful!"
While the swarthy monk heard the warning from his companions, he also felt a sudden cold wind blowing in his ears.
Based on experience alone, he knew that it was definitely a blow that should not be underestimated, and the cool sword chant that followed confirmed his judgment, but it also made him mention the heart in his throat, which was instantly icy cold. extreme.
He had no time to react. At this moment, he knew exactly what would happen to him next. But he had no choice but to wait for that frightening fate to come. This kind of great fear and great despair of waiting is enough to make people collapse.
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There was a snort.
The dark monk's head flew into the air, and a fountain of blood spurted from his neck, reaching a height of several feet.
A sword head.
It was naturally Li Ye who appeared.
Another monk from the Buddhist realm was stupefied, and instantly became extremely angry.
Anger is impulsive. Extreme anger makes people lose their minds. But he didn't kill Li Ye impulsively.
Because beyond anger, there are deeper emotions.
That is fear.
The momentary fear engulfed him like a sea tide, preventing him from moving forward.
His anger was due to the death of his companion. It is because the companion died in a sneak attack!
His fear was the clear realization that he couldn't take the sword that Li Ye displayed.
You can't take it head-on.
This conclusion is so simple and straightforward that the monk does not need to think at all.
There is a qualitative gap in the strength of the two sides.
So the monks retreated.
He can only choose to retreat.
Let go of your anger, leave your companions behind, and retreat in order to save your life under the control of fear.
It's a pity that he can't withdraw!
Because Li Ye didn't intend to let him go.
Li Ye maintained the posture of bowing and rushing forward, his eyes were calm and sharp, like a goshawk preying on it in an instant.
Earlier, holding Lu Gu sword upside down in his right hand, he passed by the swarthy monk, and the sword in his right hand slid across the swarthy monk's neck, sending a stream of blood flying.
Now the sword body has rotated an angle, and it becomes a straight hold.
He was holding Lu Gu's sword, and thrust straight out with the sword.
The whole movement is smooth and smooth, without any stagnation, as if everything should be like this.
In front of the sword is a monk.
When the monk retreated in a panic, the Zen staff swept towards Li Ye's face.
The two advance and retreat.
seven steps.
After seven steps, the two stopped almost at the same time.
Blood flowed out.
The sword has passed through the monk's throat.
The Zen staff hovered two inches away from Li Ye's cheek.
Li Ye withdrew his sword, and indifferently watched the monk clutching his throat in pain, kneeling in front of him with protruding eyes.
"It's... despicable for you to sneak attack!" The monk complained full of resentment and unwillingness before he fell down.
Li Ye said indifferently: "To each other."
"You..." The monk was so angry that his face turned black, his limbs twitched, and he fell to the ground stiffly, dying of breath.