The words are divided into two parts, Wulongyuan Central.
Evil Monk Ren Tu has gone from the Guanyin Hall to the front of the palace with six people from Zheng Shanren.
Many idle people in the world, blocked by the Heavenly Wolf Gang, Hundred Flowers Tower, the Beggar Gang and other forces, either stood in groups or alone at a high place outside the courtyard, watching this fierce battle from a distance.
Wulongyuan Several crows were hovering on the courtyard wall, as if waiting for something.
The ancient trees in the courtyard are towering and have lush branches and leaves. Occasionally, a few fallen leaves fall in the wind, adding to the chilling atmosphere.
The battle became more and more intense. Evil Monk Ren Tu's Zen staff danced, bringing up gusts of wind, kicking up the dust around him, and with one sweeping move, he temporarily forced the people in front of him to retreat.
Evil Monk Ren Tu raised the Zen staff in his hand, looked up to the sky and roared loudly, and actually used the Buddhist move 'Lion's Roar'.
The six people were immediately shocked by the internal roar, which made their eardrums hurt. Night Hawk, Wan Hao, the old beggar, Li Xinghan and Hua Gu froze, and their offensive slowed down.
Zheng Shanren was barely considered a second-rate expert. He immediately covered his ears and took several steps back, feeling as if a hammer was hitting his eardrums.
Some third-rate masters outside Wulongyuan were even more unbearable. They covered their ears and rolled to the ground, with two streams of blood flowing out. Their eardrums were shattered by the roar.
There were also some unscrupulous people in the outermost circles who were directly yelled to death.
Evil Monk Ren Tu keenly captured this fleeting fighter plane. The Zen staff in his hand emitted a breathtaking cold light. This was the manifestation of True Qi's internal energy gathering through his operation.
Evil Monk Ren Tu gathered all his strength between his arms, and his muscles were as taut as Qiu Long. He kicked the ground suddenly, and his body shot out like an arrow from a string.
Among the six people in front of him, Wan Hao had the strongest internal strength, so this person did not retreat, so he was the first to bear the brunt.
The Zen staff was raised high and struck down on Wan Hao's head.
Evil Monk Ren Tu shouted, "Give Sajia his life!"
Wan Hao was shocked when he saw this, but he was not afraid. He thought that he had strong internal strength and great martial arts, so he might not be able to withstand this blow.
He clenched his fists tightly and his body sank, standing firmly on the spot like an unshakable mountain.
Wan Hao made a move with his fists, and immediately condensed True Qi. With a low shout, he swung out his fists violently, but somehow, True Qi inside his body was somewhat stagnant.
However, the Evil Monk Ren Tu Zen staff was suddenly smashed down in the air.
"Crack!!!"
There was a sound of cracking bones like broken ice.
Under the terrifying power of the Zen staff, Wan Hao's arms were broken like fragile dead branches, and blood spurted out like a gush of blood, dyeing the surrounding air red.
Then, without stopping at all, the Zen staff hit Wan Hao's head hard like a messenger seeking his soul.
"Bang!"
Wan Hao seemed to have lost all support at this moment and fell to the ground without making any sound.
The surrounding space seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath. Before they could even react, the 'Skull Splitter' Wan Hao, who once dominated the world with a pair of fists, died like this?
Even Evil Monk Ren Tu himself couldn't believe this scene.
"Pfft~"
However, in this flash of lightning, there was another exclamation and movement in the field.
A long sword with cold light, like a silver lightning, suddenly penetrated Zheng Shanren's chest, bringing with it a shocking splash of blood.
Zheng Shanren looked at the tip of the sword on his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if he could not accept this sudden change.
His warm blood still remained on the tip of the long sword, slowly dripping on the cold ground, making a "tick, tick, tick" sound. Each sound was like the countdown of the clock of life.
The owner of this sword is none other than Gang Leader Night Hawk of Heavenly Wolf Gang.
The people around were stunned by this sudden turn of events, and they looked at this scene in horror or astonishment.
Hua Gu said angrily, "Damn it, what are you doing?"
"Night Hawk You..."
Night Hawk did not respond. With a flick of his wrist, the sword was instantly pulled out of Zheng Shanren's body.
A stream of warm blood immediately spurted out from Zheng Shanren's mouth, like a blooming red flower.
His body was shaking violently, as if all his strength had been drained away by an invisible force. Finally, he fell to the ground weakly, his eyes wide open, full of unwillingness and despair.
Seeing the current situation, even Evil Monk Ren Tu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Night Hawk This sudden sword attack instantly changed the entire situation on the scene.
"Night Hawk, you don't follow the moral principles of the world..." the old beggar roared. He turned around suddenly, slapped out his palm, and rushed towards Night Hawk.
"Smelly beggar, don't be stupid. In this world, only strength is the last word!"
Night Hawk swept his sword across, repelling the old beggar's attack, and sneered at the corner of his mouth, "Besides, it's not me who was unethical first, Hua Gu, are you right? Others can't smell it, but I can smell the stench of greed exuding from you, isn't it Hundred Fragrance Soft Bone Powder?"
"What?!"
When the people around him heard this, their expressions suddenly changed.