Changes are like lightning, and it depends on who reacts quickly enough in a moment. Even if there is a second difference, life and death will be judged!

While Tang Ning shouted, his body jumped back, instead of rushing forward directly after determining the position. It was not that he was afraid of not daring, but that he was afraid that his actions would affect the Iron Bar Monk and other members of the action team. He retreated and the Iron Bar Monk rushed, so that he could swing the most powerful blow in an instant.

Moreover, the Iron Bar Monk and his team members have been working together for many years and have cooperated well. They have rich experience in the enemy, so he retreats in time to help them.

It is obvious that Tangning's choice was appropriate and the approach was very correct.

Before Tang Ning finished speaking, he heard a roar, as if there was a thunderclap on the sunny day. It made people's ears roar.

A scorching and red iron rod shone through Tang Ning's side, and the hot wind whistled, and you could even feel the hot temperature on the iron rod.

The ejected iron rod seemed to have just come from a furnace, and the iron rod burning all over was so fast that it was unreal, like a red phantom.

Puff! It has a burnt smell and a faint white smoke.

The invisible magic was broken, and eight/9 people rushed out of the ground, and some jumped into the air, but at this moment they stopped their rushing forward.

A white-robed priest standing among these people staggered, looking in disbelief as he inserted his chest and came out from behind, making a sound of red iron rods with faint white smoke around him. He looked up at the monk who rushed to the front, muttered, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something but didn't say it. His gray eyes were dull, his head drooped, and several strands of gray were hanging from his hood. His legs were bent, his arms were hanging beside him, and the body was hung on the iron rod.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment and took action almost at the same time.

"kill!"

The burst of energy collided, causing the void to explode, the snow around it was overturned, the snow was flying, and the violent energy flowed everywhere. Various colors of light exploded. There was almost no figure to be seen, and the invisible energy waves shattered the space around it.

Both sides do not need verbal communication. Since these people massacred the two members of the operation team, this life-and-death battle without any communication will be destined to be the death battle that will be destined for one side to die.

The Iron Rod Monk himself faced two people alone, a middle-aged golden man in a suit and a priest in a white robe.

Xu Song faced a mysterious man wearing a black robe and covering his head and face.

Some of the remaining action team members were one-on-one, and some were two-on-one.

Tang Ning turned around and ordered Zhou Yu and Jiang Tao: "You two watch them."

Zhou Yu hesitated, sighed, and then nodded slowly. Jiang Tao snorted coldly, but he did not object to Tang Ning's arrangement. Everyone in the operation team was fighting for their lives. No one looked at the four women in the poppy group, but they could only be responsible for it temporarily.

"You two little kids who don't even have a soul, you will die when you go up. Let's stay honestly." The spiritual power on your body was imprisoned, and you can't escape such a good opportunity. The eldest woman was extremely angry and simply vented her anger on Zhou Yu and the others.

"Tangning is okay, but you must not die. Your life belongs to the King of Death." The short woman also looked at Tangning and suddenly said.

"My life belongs only to me. The old dog of the Fallen King, Humph, sooner or later, I will point at his nose in person and ask why I caught me." Tang Ning replied, and no longer paid attention to this woman who talked a lot.

Turning to focus on the battlefield ahead, accumulating strength in advance, and once there is danger, he is ready to rush up to replenish his combat power as soon as possible.

What attracted him the most was the battle between the Iron Rod Monk, the Golden Man and the White Robe Priest.

The white-robed priest clearly came from the Holy See, and his so-called white holy power surged all over his body, and he made a vicious move. The giant cross that transformed into moves is inseparable from the vital points of the Iron Rod Monk. The cross and the iron rod have collided with each other dozens of times, and sparks are splashing everywhere.

Westerners' moves are simple, but very practical, with no fancy things. The Iron Rod Monk's Vajra Demon-Subduing Stick method is derived from the true teachings of Shaolin. It has simplified the complex and opened and closed, and has amazing power. Although one person is alone against two people, it is not inferior.

The middle-aged man in his hand was a pair of tiger-headed and fanged fist gloves. The golden light flashed. When he waved, he could hear a faint roar of tigers. His strength was so strong that he could follow the fist, as if he had turned into a tiger.

Sigh, the Iron Rod Monk pounded a stick from under his armpit and pierced the white robe on the chest of the white robe. He slapped the white robe on the spot. The white robe priest sprayed a mouthful of blood on the spot, but this person was also a ruthless person. He ignored the broken sternum and reached out to the stick, clamped it under his armpit, and swung the cross with the other hand to cut the iron rod's neck and throat. At the same time, it created an extremely favorable attack gap for the Jin man who jumped up from behind and rushed towards the Iron Rod Monk. The golden man quickly crossed his hands, transformed into dozens of tiger-shaped fists, and hugged his head covering his face and smashed it towards the Iron Rod Monk's head.

There are fists in front, back, left and right. If they are smashed, the bald monk of the iron rod will probably be as scattered as a watermelon.

In this case, unless the Iron Rod monk takes off his stick, he can avoid the cross cut under his neck and dozens of fists on his head. However, the Vajra Demon-Subduing Stick is a weapon that the Iron Rod monk has been unable to let go since he left the temple to join the action group. Many times he has to keep it beside him when he sleeps. Over the years, no matter how powerful the opponent and enemy he encounters, he has not forced him to take off his stick to protect himself. For him, the Iron Rod monk has lost half of his hand. For a moment, the Iron Rod monk was forced into a dilemma.

It may be understandable that the golden man sacrificed his life to attack. They are never dead. He is wearing a suit and dressed in a well-known man. No matter what his real identity is, he is a simple warrior, one of the Qimen monks, fighting for a certain purpose. Since it is a battle, he must have the awareness of death.

But the white-robed priests were desperately more desperate than the golden man. With the hypocritical beating nature of the Holy See, it seems that they rarely see such a tiger person.

But no one knew that the white-robed priest who was killed on the spot by the iron rod monk was killed with a stick, his life no longer belonged to him.

Although the three priests who sneaked into mainland China this time wore the same white robe, there was a real big shot among them. The reason why he also wore white robe was to hide his identity.

He is a pastor, but not a pastor in the ordinary sense. He is a black robe priest from the Inquisition. He also came directly under the order of a certain red robe archbishop, and the red robe archbishop was even followed by the supreme pope of the Holy See. After passing it over and over again, the black robe priest became the special envoy. The instructor and leader of this mission.

More importantly, this person's spiritual cultivation is extremely strong. He originally planned to seize Tang Ning and conduct a spiritual search first, and use his strong mental power to forcibly invade Tang Ning's soul center, that is, the sea of ​​consciousness, search for his memories, and find what he should find. As for whether Tang Ning will be ruined after being searched by the spirit, it is not within their concern. Just find what he should find, which is also the top priority of this mission.

But unexpectedly, this black-robed priest with extremely strong spiritual cultivation was pierced by a stick before he could use his strengths. He died unfairly. If he had set off his posture and started a war head-on, the extroverted and extremely violent practitioner like the Iron Stand Monk happened to be restrained by this spiritual expert.

If there is a medicine for regret in the world, I believe that when the black-robed priest moves the group invisibility magic, he will definitely choose to stand behind instead of standing in front of the team with self-reliance. Unfortunately, time will not go back, and there is no medicine for regret in the world to take.

The black-robed priest died. The two white-robed priests who served as accompanying guards must bear the burning of the holy flames for seven days and seven nights according to the rules of the Inquisition. This punishment is called the feast of Satan within the Holy See. No one can persist in the seven days and seven nights and then his whole body will be turned into ashes and die. Moreover, the death process is very slow, and the tortured will watch his flesh and blood melt away little by little. The pain is indescribable.

That's why the white-robed priests fight to the death. It's better to die here than to die under the burning of the holy flame after returning.

The shock of the iron rod monk standing on his chest had already shattered his sternum, and several bone spurs were even inserted into his internal organs. He gathered all the holy power in his chest, armpits, and arms to stick to the iron rod monk.

Not bad, it wasn't the iron rod he had clamped under his armpit, but the iron rod monk, the owner of the stick.

The holy power was transmitted along the iron rod to the place where the iron rod monk held it, creating a very sticky force, causing the iron rod monk to take off the stick even if he wanted to take off the stick. They stuck together firmly through an iron rod.

Seeing his opponent being forced into trouble, he could drag him to hell on his deathbed, the white-robed priest showed his relief in his eyes as he died.

When the iron rod monk found his hands tightly stuck to the iron rod, he didn't want to let go, even if he wanted to let go, it was too late. The cross had been cut under his neck, and the skin between the neck was trembling with the sharp wind. The metal hardness and weight of the fist that hit the sky above the skull, forehead, temples, and even cheeks could feel the metallic hardness and weight of the fist that hit over the sky.

Tang Ning has been paying attention to his battle, witnessing everything, and flashing gold light in his hand, and rushing over, but it is too late.

At this time, I heard the roaring Buddha's name sound like a huge bell, resounding throughout the fields.

Amitabha!

Ah, Mi, Tuo, Buddha! The four syllables seem fast and extremely slow. Every time a syllable is spit out from his mouth, golden light will burst out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and skin pores. All four syllables are shouted out, and the head is already wrapped in golden light.

Dangdangdangdang...

The continuous impact sound of metal.

A golden man who fell to the ground with an iron stick under his armpit was stunned and the white-robed priest who was slowly kneeling on the ground with an iron rod under his armpit.
Chapter completed!