When I heard this movement, I knew it must be Brother Gu and the others who were fighting with those little devils.

So, a few of us sped up and ran in their direction.

Soon, we saw in a small forest in front of us, a group of people wearing evil ghost masks had surrounded Brother Gu and the others.

There were six or seven little devil corpses lying on the ground. Two of them were dead and torn into pieces. They must have been killed by Little Fatty's eight-sided purple gold hammer.

Vaguely, I saw Uncle Hu Zi's figure, surrounded by the four of them.

Yuankong's body was stained with blood, Brother Gu's face was pale, Chilang's sword box was thrown far away, and nine swords were hovering around him, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Then, I also saw the Japanese monk, standing not far from them.

"You Chinese people are so untrustworthy. He promised to come alone, but he actually brought so many masters. Especially the one named Wu Jie is really hateful, but it doesn't matter. Wu Jie is probably dead now.

Next up are you guys!" the Japanese monk said gloomily.

Hearing what he said, Brother Gu and Chi Lang were both shocked.

"Old bald donkey, if you dare to kill my brother, I'll smash you to death with a hammer!" The little fat man believed it and rushed out with a pair of hammers.

At this time, Yuankong grabbed Xiaopang and said, "Fat brother, don't be impulsive, Angkor is not dead."

"How do you know?" Xiaopang looked at Yuankong with wide eyes.

"Of course the little monk knows that Kasang and the others are also alive." Yuankong clasped his hands together and said solemnly.

Hearing what Kasang said, Brother Gu and Chilang relaxed.

Everyone knows that Yuankong has a keen eye and cannot hide the surrounding situation from him. This kid may already know that we are nearby.

"Kill them too!" The Japs, a monk, and more than thirty little Japs wearing grimace masks rushed towards them and killed them.

At this time, Kasang, who was squatting next to me, suddenly whispered: "There are still many Japanese ninjas covering here. I will deal with them first."

"Wu Laoliu, let's go and attack that Japanese monk." The sloppy Taoist priest patted me on the shoulder.

I nodded, clenched the Victory Evil Sword in my hand, and was ready to rush over at any time.

Over there, more than thirty guys wearing devil masks had already killed them.

Chi Lang suddenly shouted angrily and used his ultimate move.

As soon as the silver-white magic sword in his hand was waved, the eight swords above his head suddenly made a crisp sound and began to split rapidly.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the murderous intent is permeated.

This is Chi Lang's most powerful move. Nine swords can be split into eighty-one sword energies. When used, it is really beautiful and powerful. The guys wearing evil ghost masks who just approached were

After feeling this terrifying killing move, they all retreated.

Some of those who couldn't dodge were immediately killed by the sword energy scurrying around, and many transparent holes were poked out of their bodies.

Turning his head, Chi Lang saw the Japanese monk not far away again.

He also knew that this person was the leader of the group of little devils. As long as he was killed, the rest would not be a concern.

Then, Chi Lang waved the silver-white magic sword in his hand, and the eighty-one sword energy buzzed for a while, and he crushed the Japanese monk again.

Although the Japanese monk was stabbed by Kasang before, it did not hit his vital part, and the blood stains on his shoulders were clearly visible.

But facing Chi Lang's terrifying killing move, the Japanese monk showed no fear at all.

When the eighty-one sword energy was about to fall on him, the great monk took out his magical weapon, which was a dark Zen staff.

Under the blessing of the Japanese monk's spiritual power, the Zen staff evaporated with black air and was violently thrown away.

But I saw the Zen staff making a whirring sound, spinning and hitting the terrifying sword energy, and there was a continuous "dinging" sound in my ears.

In just a moment, the sword energy separated from Chi Lang's magic swords all collapsed, and except for the magic sword in Chi Lang's hand, all the other swords fell to the ground.

Chilang seemed to have been severely injured, staggering back a few steps and letting out a muffled groan.

He probably didn't expect that such a powerful killing move of his would be neutralized so easily by this Japanese monk.

"With such little means, you still want to come here to save people. As long as they are the people we Jiuju and others want to kill, no one will be able to survive!" The Japanese monk said gloomily and walked straight towards Chilang and the others.

passed.

I saw that Chi Lang was obviously a little panicked. Facing such a powerful master with such a huge disparity in strength, he really felt helpless.

"Amitabha, although you are a disciple of Buddhism, the sin of killing is too serious. The young monk advises you to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately..." Yuankong suddenly took a step forward and stood in front of them. He clasped his hands and said,

A compassionate look.

"The Buddha you cultivate is different from the Buddha I cultivate. Anyone who blocks my way will die!" the Japanese monk said coldly, and suddenly slapped Yuan Kong with his palm.

Yuankong raised his head and slapped the Japanese monk.

A golden Buddha handprint appeared out of thin air and hit the palm wind struck by the Japanese monk.

But it was obvious that Yuankong was no match for him. The Buddha's handprint instantly disappeared. A gust of palm wind instantly fell on Yuankong's body, knocking him back a few steps and being knocked back.

Brother Gu behind him helped me.

Yuan Kong's face turned pale, but he quickly stood up again and walked forward, resolutely blocking the crowd.

"If you want to die, I will make it happen for you!" The Japanese monk was furious, and then he slapped two palms in the direction of Yuankong.

At this moment, the sloppy Taoist priest and I couldn't stand it anymore and planned to rush over to help.

As soon as he got up, he suddenly found that Kasang beside him was missing.

When I turned around again, I saw that Kassan had come behind the Japanese monk and stabbed him in the back of the heart with his sword.

The timing of Kasan's attack was very tricky. As soon as the Jaap monk slapped his hands twice, Kasan's sword pierced him before he even took his hand back.

But that guy's reaction was absolutely superb. At the critical moment, he still dodged to the side.

Despite this, Kasan also made a bloody gash on his back.

And the two palms he just punched did not land on Yuankong. Xiaopang rushed out fiercely, the two hammers collided with each other, making a roar, and then a thick layer of protection filled his body.
Chapter completed!