This sword is a must-kill!

Fang Hong was powerless to flash, but when the sword fell, a golden light suddenly flashed on Fang Hong's body, and a large tripod blocked the sword, and only a "clang" sound was heard.

The cauldron was broken in an instant, and in this moment, Fang Hong immediately dodged and avoided the vital points, but the sword slashed and slashed over his shoulder.

The sword energy swept across, and one of Fang Hong's arm, along with half of his shoulders, was removed, and blood suddenly surged like a spring.

In the severe pain, he did not shout out, and immediately activated the immortal power to force out the sword energy that invaded his body, and there was still a dead end in front of him!

Yi Qianmo looked at him and said, "Magic weapons? I see how many magic weapons you have in your hand that can block my sword!"

"stop!"

Just as he was about to take action, a voice suddenly came from behind him, "Where did the little beast come from? How dare you play wild in my Halloween Temple!"

Hearing this voice, Fang Hongru received a general amnesty and immediately shouted: "Teacher, save me!"

But Yi Qianmo didn't care who the owner of the voice was. As the saying goes, the iron should be used while the iron is hot, and the murder should be early. It would be useless for anyone he wanted to kill!

He bullied himself, swung his sword and fell down. This time he cut it down on the top of his head. Fang Hong's eyes were full of horror. Without the sword, he was unable to resist at this moment.

He could only sacrifice his magic weapons to block them, but these magic weapons were like pieces of tofu in front of Longque, and could not stop them at all.

"Click!"

The sword light flashed past, and a blood line appeared between Fang Hong's eyebrows. The blood line continued to expand, and only a "bang" sound was heard, and the sword energy burst out.

Fang Hong, the abbot of Wansheng Temple, was killed in the main hall, and the presence was silent!

The flesh and blood splattered, dyeing the sacred palace full of filth. An old monk wearing a cassock walked in outside.

Seeing this scene, the old monk was furious. A black stick flashed in his hand, raised his hand and beat Yi Qianmo's face. The old monk looked kind-hearted.

But when he got angry, he looked like a Buddhist Vajra. The stick waving down, and the void was like a lake, gently rippling.

"Clang!"

The huge power of the 108 dragons collided with the power of the 100 dragons, and the power of the 8 dragons was only missing, but Yi Qianmo felt that it seemed like there were eighty dragons apart!

This is because the later stage, the stronger the power it grows. Don’t look at the peak of the Golden Immortal to the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, there are only thirty-six dragons left.

But everyone knows that these thirty-six dragons are completely different from the seventy-two dragons of the Golden Immortal.

In addition to the purification of the immortal body, the immortal body will also change accordingly. This feels like a ten-year-old child, compared with an eighteen-year-old adult.

It seems that they are only eight years apart, but an 18-year-old adult can definitely crush a ten-year-old child.

When the stick fell, Yi Qianmo felt the blood surging on his body. Fortunately, his Xingxuan was still stable. With the blessing of the dragon body, he was only forced to take a step back!

The old monk was also a little surprised. He wanted to kill Yi Qianmo with this stick. Unexpectedly, he was blocked by the other party and showed a solemn look in his eyes.

The stick in his hand waved over again, his strength did not diminish at all, and he even surpassed the past!

Yi Qianmo, who had reacted, was about to meet him when a figure flashed and fell on the stick with a knife. Only a loud "clang" sound was heard!

The old monk was shocked back, and the harsh sound was pouring into his ears, which almost made people deaf. Yang Biao, who waved the knife, also took a step back. He looked at the old monk in front of him and said, "The peak Taiyi Golden Immortal, are you afraid of embarrassing if you say it out? Why not do this, I will meet you!"

The old monk looked at Yang Biao coldly and said, "The talisman technique of Tianyu Sect is indeed amazing, but the pure immortal body I have cultivated in Wansheng Temple is to break the way with force, and these external objects cannot be on the table!"

"It's not up to you, you old bald donkey, that's the final word!" Yang Biao said coldly.

"I also want to see and see the talisman technique of Tianyu Sect!"

Another voice came, and immediately outside the hall, two monks wearing cassocks walked again. One of them was like a glaring Vajra, and the other was expressionless, but they were all the peaks of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"It's a big deal!"

Yang Biao smiled bitterly and said in a voice transmission, "You kill the person too. I will hold them back later. You can take the opportunity to leave quickly, they can't keep me!"

"Where are you going?" Yi Qianmo asked.

"Go to the Xiwang Palace, gather a group of good players and kill them back. Anyway, they are all broken. You have to destroy Wansheng Temple, so the other party can't catch your handle!"

Yang Biao said.

"No need!" Yi Qianmo said, "I am rarely a deserter, so they can't do anything to me."

"Are you crazy?" Yang Biao turned around and said, "These three are all the peaks of the 108 dragons. You are only in the early stage of the Golden Immortal, and you are one and close to two major realms. Do you still want to fight them? You are not what you gave me!"

"Who said I want to give the head!"

Yi Qianmo said, "It's probably time for people to arrive!"

Yang Biao was stunned for a moment, and the three old monks arrived and shouted angrily: "You are evil beast, why don't you kneel down and punish me!"

This voice carries the unique majesty of Buddhism. While making people feel awe, they subconsciously want to kneel down and beg for mercy.

But who is Yi Qianmo? How could a person whose mind tower is two levels and whose mind power is transformed into spiritual consciousness?

Facing this angry shout, he not only was not scared, but instead poured his immortal power into his throat, his spiritual sense gathered in it, and rebuked: "Old bald donkey, how dare you act rashly?"

"Plop!"

The spiritual consciousness and the immortal power gathered together. Unpredictable, all the monks in Wansheng Temple around him were so scared that their legs were weak and they knelt directly on the ground.

The three old monks also subconsciously retreated and looked at Yi Qianmo, all shocked. They had just used the unique skill of Wansheng Temple, the lion roar!

With the absolute advantage of realm, monks of low realm can almost kneel down and kill them without even moving their fingers!

Yi Qianmo is indeed fierce, but they don’t think Yi Qianmo can withstand the roar of the three of them. No matter how bad they are, they will be frightened and panicked!

But they did not expect that Yi Qianmo was not scared and panicked. With a reprimand, he turned the monks in Wansheng Temple around him so scared that they were so scared that they were urinating.

Even they could feel the strong power in the aura, and the boy in front of them was difficult to deal with!

"kill!"

The lion roar broke the power, and the three old monks decided to kill Yi Qianmo at the first time.

With their cultivation level, it is not difficult to kill Yi Qianmo. What is difficult is that the other party is an elder of Wuji Pavilion and has a much higher status than Fang Hong, the abbot of Wansheng Temple. It will be very troublesome to kill him!

But now they can't care so much.

But just as the three of them joined forces and were about to kill Yi Qianmo, a angrily scolding came from outside the hall, saying, "Stop!!!"

The three of them stopped immediately because the sound also exuded the momentum of the Lion Roaring Technique in Wansheng Temple, and the other party's cultivation level was even much higher than that of them!
Chapter completed!