He rushed into the crowd and continued to rush towards Yongchun Street where gunfire spread.

Two monks from the Yuan Realm Realm in the Arhat Hall whistled in the Zen Staff, and they forced all the masters of the Yuan Zhenwu Realm.

He kept waving the long sword in his hand, but he couldn't help but feel a little panic in his eyes.

The momentum of these two monks continued to rise, and after a powerful force of one stick, it gradually posed a threat to him.

"ah!"

And at this time, another scream was heard.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the powerful man in the One Yuan Zhenwu Realm who was fighting with Luohan Hall sprinkled his blood.

His expression was frozen on his face, and there seemed to be a look of horror in his eyes.

Then, his upper body fell to the ground.

He was cut into two pieces directly.

This made the remaining mid-stage master of Zhenwu realm shocked him.

White mist rose above his head, and he had already used all his cultivation to the extreme.

But even so, it is hard to support it at this moment.

In terms of the deep cultivation of internal energy, he may not be the opponent of the Arhat Hall hosting. Not to mention that the Arhat Hall hosting internal energy is far from comparable to that of the time before.

He is afraid that he has all reached the late stage of Zhenwu Realm.

"Five Staffs!"

"There are five sticks!"

This middle-stage strong man in the Yuan Zhenwu realm tried his best to resist the Zen stick and did not dare to be distracted at all.

Of course he doesn't want to die here.

Even if he was the director of the Luohan Hall to death, he would not want to.

Because for him, the life of the Luohan Hall presided over is obviously not as important as his own.

He died, even if the presidency of the Luohan Hall died because of this, what's the use?

Can the dead lead military achievements?

Can the dead be rewarded?

These masters in the Green Forest Camp did not fight for the Yuan Dynasty, but for the glory and wealth.

"bite!"

Another sound.

The sound was extremely harsh, which made the Yuan army and the righteous men around him frown deeply.

"There are four staffs!"

The middle-stage masters of Yuan Zhenwu realm gradually see hope.

When he saw that the host of the Luohan Hall was already red, it meant that the monk had reached his limit.

Maybe, he couldn't fully cast the Crazy Wand Technique.

Now as long as you block one more stick, this middle-stage master of Yuan Zhenwu Realm will have more hope of survival.

"bite!"

It was a harsh sound again.

"Ding Dong!"

Then, the upper half of the sword in the hands of the master of the Yuanzhen Martial Realm fell to the ground.

He stared at the broken sword in his hand, and a deep nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

This is probably the look that many people will show when they die.

Then, blood gushed out of his chest.

This guy, who was definitely a top expert in the Yuan Dynasty's Green Forest Camp, finally fell to the ground in depressed manner.

The presided over Luohan Hall had no change in the bloody red eyes.

He continued to sweep forward.

The Zen Staff swept across.

Only two rods.

Dozens of people burst into his surging internal energy.
Chapter completed!