Among them, the most fierce one was Zen Master Maipong. With one person's strength, he resisted seven or eight red-robed masters who had cultivated in the realm of the realm of the true people. This famous monk from Southeast Asia, but with his palms, he was empty, wandering among the seven or eight red-robed masters, and seemed so easy. His body was covered with a faint golden light, just like Buddha's light. Even those red-robed masters threw some poison powder on him and made some terrifying headworms, they could not get close to Zen Master Maipong's body, and were blocked by the layer of golden light covered by his body.
Those red-clothed sacrificial masters could only surround Zen Master Maipong with the scimitar in their hands, which became increasingly difficult.
As for the twenty or thirty monks in the Reclining Buddha Temple, they faced the other dozen black-robed sacred masters brought by Song En and dozens of rebellious subordinates whom he had previously tiring.
In terms of number of people, Songen still has a great advantage. Although the people on his side are constantly falling, Songen seems to be not worried at all and is sure to win.
However, there is no expert who can make too much effort except for Zen Master Maipong in this Reclining Buddha Temple.
The fight was extremely tragic, and people on both sides kept falling in pools of blood.
In just a few minutes, seven or eight great monks were chopped to the ground at the Reclining Buddha Temple, and Song En died some insignificant small characters, most of whom were the subordinates who were rebellious.
These people are fence-bearing plants. If the scenery is good, they will fall to the side. Without any real ability, Songen will naturally not take the lives of these people to heart, and it will be better if they die.
Maybe one day someone bullies me, and these fencemen will help them deal with me.
The reason why they were not killed was that they were just letting them be cannon fodder.
After a while, the two black-clothed stormists who were fighting with Tila were secretly angry when they saw that they could not take Tila down. They looked at each other. One of them threw a lot of poison powder at Tila, and the other black-clothed storm swung his sleeves, threw a red snake all over his body at Tila, opened his mouth, and bit it towards Tila.
He lifted his feet a little, retreated quickly, temporarily avoiding the package of the ball of head-relieving powder, and then flipped his palms, a colorful poisonous scorpion, waving two huge iron pliers, jumped up from the palm of his lift, and headed straight towards the red little snake.
In the air, the colorful poisonous scorpion pinched the body of the red snake. With a little force, the red snake was pinched into two pieces and fell to the ground.
After the little snake fell to the ground, its body was still shaking slightly. The tail needle of the colorful scorpion fell, just as it fell on the head of the red venomous snake. The little snake completely lost its vitality.
When the red little snake died, the black-clothed serpent who had just released the little snake suddenly let out a muffled groan, his face changed drastically, and his whole body lost his energy.
This red little snake is the natal head worm of the surrender. Once the red little snake is killed, the surrender himself will also suffer severe damage.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he lifted and stepped up, and the two swords in his hand slashed at the injured black-clothed headmaster several times. The knife was almost fatal, and several bloody holes were poked on the black-clothed headmaster.
The black-clothed storm's neck was splattering blood, and his chest was flowing, and he fell straight toward the back.
Another black-clothed savior rubbed his body again and tried to intercept the lift, obviously it was too late.
He pulled the knife quickly and slashed it diagonally, and forced another surrender to retreat. The traitor Da Kuan was about to come to him, but the colorful poisonous scorpion jumped up and rushed towards Da Kuan.
Na Dakuan has been with Tira for so many years before, and naturally he knew that this colorful poisonous scorpion was extremely poisonous. It was Tira's natal head-subborn worm. It has been kept in his body for more than ten years and is very terrifying. So when he saw the colorful poisonous scorpion crawling over, Dakuan immediately lost the courage to fight and quickly retreated.
Without the help of Da Kuan and another surrender, the other surrender was killed by the sword by Tila after a few moves under Tila's hands.
As the eldest sister in Pattaya, it is unlikely that she doesn’t have some real skills.
After chopping over the two black-clothed saviors, Tila's eyes quickly locked Songen again, and he rushed towards Songen with two short swords with blood.
Song En's mouth always had a faint smile, and he looked like he was planning, as if Tira was already his belongings.
It was not until Tila ran to him that Songen took out a spear from his body, like a poisonous snake coming out of his hole, and pierced it into Tila's heart.
Tier suddenly felt his waist soft, and his swords drew a spark on his long hair, quickly approaching Song En. When he was about to cut off his hands, Song En suddenly changed his move, lifted the spear in his hand slightly, and kicked it towards Tier En.
Tira hurriedly left behind before she could barely avoid Songen's vicious kick.
"I was so blind. I took you in." Tira said hatefully.
"Tila, if you were my woman, you wouldn't be like this now. Now you have agreed, it's not too late..." Song En narrowed his eyes and said.
"Go to have your dream!" Tira cursed, swung his swords again, and killed Songen.
The two fought, one with a spear and the other with a short knife.
As the saying goes, one inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch dangerous, two people fight, and the moves look very beautiful.
But now, Tila was struggling hard and was under Songen's control. Songen didn't want to kill Tila at this time. Songen was much more subtle than Tila.
Songen was not in a hurry to take Tila off quickly. This time, he had already arranged a net of heaven and earth around him, so Tila could not escape from his palm.
There is also Zen Master Maipong from the Reclining Buddha Temple, Songen doesn’t plan to let go.
This old monk has a very famous monk in Southeast Asia. He just surrendered him and brought him back to his godfather Wu Long for his cultivation to swallow his cultivation. His godfather must be very happy. As for Natila, he will become his own cage bird.
Just as Tira and Songen were fighting, Zen Master Maipong suddenly burst out with a very powerful force, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the void, and a Zen staff suddenly appeared in his hand. The Buddha was angry and was about to kill.
Chapter completed!