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Chapter 107 The Oriole is Behind

"Casha stern!"

After a simple exchange between the red light and the Dao Wunian River Temple, it still caused a conflict. Both sides sat down to fight for several games, each with their own victory or defeat. In the end, Saito Miya, who was the Dao Wunian River Temple, took the lead in the battle.

He stepped on a strange step, moved with the samurai sword in his hand, and the cold and snowy Tai sword drew a perfect arc in the air. The sword wind rushed towards the opponent in front of him with a fierce momentum. The elder sister who was shining on the red light opposite changed slightly, and the candle in the red light in his hand was also clear and the candle in the red light was also clear.

"The red light shines, the gods and immortals drive away dogs, and they have endless laws. When facing the enemy, use swords to protect the holy land, protect the home... Kill!" The woman in red clothes recited the mantra in her mouth, and white lights around her turned into red lotus and blocked her in front of her.

Yuan Qing above frowned slightly. The method of the red light shining was somewhat similar to the method of seeking gods in the main world.

Because the environment of the world is different, the directions derived from the method of inviting gods in the two worlds are different. In order to prevent the power of the spiritual world from being invited to the gods, the main world has many preliminary preparations and requires more, but the invitation is usually very clear. In comparison, the method of inviting gods in the Republic of China is easy to learn more, but it also leads to women in the Republic of China who usually cannot practice the method of inviting gods.

According to local sayings, women are five leaks, and asking gods to bring evil ghosts can easily attract evil ghosts. But in fact, it is just that women belong to Yin and naturally have harmony with ghosts. However, in the Republic of China, the power of asking gods to bring gods to summon the power of lonely ghosts.

A man is still strong and can resist one or two things. He expels him when necessary, but whether the force he gathers or the difficulty of expulsion is several times or even dozens of times that of a man, it is naturally not suitable for practicing this method.

And the method of asking for God, which is now shining on the red light, obviously carries traces of the main world.

‘I don’t know if this Taoist Jiukui received the corresponding inheritance like the ancestor, or the chess piece that was pushed out by someone.’

Yuan Qingwei followed again and turned his head to stare at Saito Miya. Although Saito Miya is not very good, his swordsmanship is indeed at its peak. Whether it is skills or consciousness, he has reached a peak. According to the standards of the Republic of China, this guy is already a swordsman who is comparable to martial arts masters.

However, his swordsmanship never escaped the limitations of Fusang martial arts. He was too fierce and lost his heroic spirit, strange and unpredictable, and inadequate. According to the orthodox immortal theory, he was a perfect path. Perhaps it was powerful in the early days, but the road became narrower and narrower, and in the end it was either difficult to make progress or force himself to death.

But it has to be admitted that Saito Miya's combat power is quite terrible. He saw that the woman was waving with the help of divine power. He shouted loudly with the sword in his hand. He raised the sword over his head with both hands, and jumped high. The sword in his hand turned into a sharp light, slashing the woman's forehead.

This move is a classic Fusang move called Yingfeng Yidao, which is an attack technique that can do its best.

Because when using it, it needs to jump up in the air, with many flaws. There are very few who can control it perfectly. In Fusang, it is usually regarded as the representative of the swordsman. At this time, Saito Sanya used it, and the sword force turned into thousands of strong winds to cover the woman below the main body. The fierce evil spirit was enough to coagulate the human blood, and the woman could not avoid it at all.

Seeing this, the fairy sitting behind her face changed drastically. In the aperture behind her head, countless fires were woven. Threads of flames formed petals, blooming layer by layer behind her head, with a few golden lights in the center, like stamens, very gorgeous.

"Go!" A bright red lotus barely bloomed in Saito Sanmi, but under the other party's sword light, all the lotus seemed to be nothing. The woman also knew it was amazing. She shook the flower basket in her hand and fell down the paper-made red lotus.

Then a series of roars sounded, and these lotus flowers actually exploded like explosives, with bursts of impact trying to force Saito Miya to retreat.

But Saito Miya ignored it, and the sword light passed by, and the woman was cut in half.

"A damn it!" Seeing this, the fairy who came here with the red light, slapped down the paper chair, jumped, and called Saito Sanya.

"Haha! It's great! Let me see what evil tricks do you have!" Saito Miya, who had just killed one person and had a fighting spirit condensed to the peak, just landed, waved the sword in his hand upwards, and the blade cut through the air. Countless sword lights were like wolves roaring, pounced towards the fairy. The cold wolf teeth were sharp sword lights, which, in conjunction with the woman's death just now, were filled with blood in the air, making everyone around him feel suffocated.

"How could I know about Fusang's road of Huaxia!" The fairy took something out of her sleeve, threw it out, turned into countless red ropes in the air, and wrapped it tightly towards Saito Sanya.

Saito Miya also sensed the crisis. The sword in his hand turned, and the sword light changed, sweeping around. However, the red rope was not only not afraid of the sharpness of the sword light, but also like nothing, wrapping towards Saito Miya through the sword light.

Seeing this, the Fusang priest, who was hiding in the dark, frowned and said, "The evil method? It seems to be made of the first-class sacrifice of the Zihe Cart. It seems that he needs to help him!"

As he said that, the priest stroked in front of him, silently chanting the spell. Strands of divine power gathered, and appeared above the Tao Wunianliu Taoist Field, turning into a naked upper body, revealing its knotted muscles and red skin hair. Thunder drums were suspended behind his head, sitting upright above the thunder clouds in the sky.

After this god emerged, the thunder drums behind him were shaking, and the sounds of thunder and thunder were like thunder and thunder, and the sounds of golden swords and iron horses echoed between the sky and the earth, which scared the red lights below to shine the many monks and fairies constantly retreat.

‘It was at this moment!’ Seeing this, a Taoist priest in the darkness took a step forward, swung the whisk in his hand, and hit the god.

There are also countless red ropes, but compared to the red ropes in the fairy's hand, the Taoist in front of him is obviously much more powerful. The red ropes sacrificed by the fairy can also feel the scent of blood, but what the Taoist sacrificed was scent of light. After it exploded in the air, it was like countless red air, wrapping the gods.

No matter how the shadow of the god triggers thunder or the power of golden swords and iron horses, it cannot resist the endless red rope and red air.

"What is this?" Seeing this, the priest hidden in the dark changed his face and wanted to go forward to help the gods, but was surprised to find that there were also illusory red silk threads appearing on his body, and he could not move at all.

Moreover, as these red ropes and red air wrapped around him, a bizarre illusion appeared in front of him. In the hazy, there seemed to be all kinds of worlds, wealth, wine, pearls and jade, pink and snow, and thousands of kinds, confusing hearts.

The originally pure mana power melted away little by little, and the black hair on his head turned white little by little, and eventually turned into a pile of dry bones.
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