With Nie Dongliu's movements, the giant palm directly suppressed it down.

"Bang!"

But just now, the roaring blood tiger was directly extinguished in the void.

"Puff," Chu Kuangren groaned, and a wisp of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, the mantis arm is trying to kill a car, looking for death," Nie Dongliu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the giant palm never stopped.

He grabbed Chu Kuangren straight.

When Monk Wangyou saw that the Blood Tiger was destroyed, he did not hesitate at all.

The body shot out and blocked Chu Kuangren's body.

"boom."

Under the suppression of the Star Picking Hand, it emitted a roar like a bell.

Monk Wangyou made seals with his hands, his face pale.

Fortunately, it blocked the attack.

Just at the critical moment, Monk Wangyou used the Buddhist golden bell to cover them.

"Good means," Nie Dongliu narrowed his eyes.

"Three Yang Seals!"

Chu Kuangren shouted softly, and golden flames instantly ignited from his shoulders and the top of his head.

Blood and energy surged.

"Valentine's finger!"

Monk Wangyou's eyes flashed with golden light, and the Vajra phantom suppressed it with one finger.

"Ha..." Nie Dongliu sneered.

......

"cut!"

Feng Wanli stretched out his sword and hundreds of sword lights roared out.

Want to wrap up the six people who will attack.

There was no chat between the two sides, one attacked and the other defended.

The sword light turned into a long river, crossing the six people.

"kill!"

The six people used their own methods, and the true energy burst out, and several attacks rushed to Feng Wanli.

"Sword light differentiates!"

Feng Wanli's sword pointed at the sky, and the long river of sword energy instantly divided into hundreds of sword lights.

It was caught off guard.

The six people can only defend passively. If they are not careful, the sword energy will cut off the flesh and blood.

Feng Wanli stood in the void, pointing the sword to the sky.

The six people in front of him were locked tightly by hundreds of sword lights and could not escape at all.

There is a scene of Sword Immortal.

......

Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and spread his palms.

The essence of heaven and earth condensed in the void is like a funnel.

He is at the bottom.

He felt the battle outside, but he couldn't move.

Only continue to break through.

If he fails to make a breakthrough, not only will his martial arts path be cut off, but his life will not be saved.

He could only stabilize himself as much as possible and form a golden elixir as soon as possible.

The true energy in the body continued to riot, and Zhang Jing's chest was slightly ups and downs.

Essence, energy, spirit.

The three are condensed into golden elixir.

Zhang Jing had already understood these theoretical knowledge in his heart.

Monk Wangyou, Han Qianshu, and even Xiao Jing have told him about this experience.

Therefore, Lord Zhang did not look much panicked at this moment.

Follow the process.

"Bang."

The porcelain bottle containing the thousand-year-old spiritual liquid was crushed by Zhang Jing.

The beads of dragon energy were placed, but Zhang Jing did not move.

Although it is easy to form pills with the help of dragon energy, it may cause some troubles.

If the road to martial arts is cut off, then Zhang Jing will regret it.

After all, he did not feel any resistance now, and the process of forming the elixir was relatively smooth.

.........

"Bang!"

Chu Kuangren's body smacked heavily on the ground.

Monk Wangyou's mouth was bleeding, but his body was still upright.

He just blocked Nie Dongliu directly.

"Is it worthwhile to sacrifice your life for Zhang Jing? As long as you retreat now, I can spare your life for the sake of the Jinlian Zen Temple," Nie Dongliu said lightly.

Monk Wangyou grinned, looked at Chu Kuangren on the ground, his eyes gathered on Nie Dongliu, and chuckled:

"Please send me to the Western Paradise!"

"Miscellaneous!"

Feng Wanli groaned, and the sword intent of the dust behind him burst out.

In an instant, in the eyes of the six people, the breeze gradually cooled down and the drizzle drifted, and the world seemed to have changed.

"Puff puff puff."

Several consecutive sounds of sword energy entering the body, six people opened their eyes wide and lay on the ground.

On the other hand, Feng Wanli, the Weichen Sword was inserted into the ground, and his body was a little hunched.

He is not like Zhang Jing who has integrated the artistic conception.

He could only force his actions, and he would inevitably be affected.

"Ha...Brother Zhang, you owe me a life," Feng Wanli raised his head and looked at the sky.

Then, pour a drop of Thousand Yearling Spirit Liquid into your mouth.

Feng Wanli stood on the ground with his sword, without moving.

His mission is to wait here for Zhang Jingjie to prevent anyone from sneak attacking.

"The Buddhist people are indeed hard-working," Nie Dongliu whispered.

"Three Yang Seals!"

Chu Kuangren once again activated the secret technique, and the blood and wolf smoke gathered again.

"You are also a tough guy, and you are worthy of being the first in the list of the past," Nie Dongliu smiled.

"Brother Zhang, I will pay for the promised thing Chu's life, hahahaha..."

Chu Kuangren laughed wildly.
Chapter completed!