Chapter 11 Bandits? Kill the Bandits!

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The vulture old man flew all the way with two of his men.

When approaching Giant Bear City.

"Boss, if you stay with the knife, you will cross." A tall, middle-aged male cultivator appeared.

He didn't wrap his head with a turban, so he almost showed his smooth scalp, covered his body with a Buddhist robe, and covered his face with a beard.

It is the evil monk Qiluo in the sand sea.

As for the two subordinates brought by the vulture old man, they are also good fighters in the bandit lineage.

The 'Netherworld Evil Knife' is the knife, and the 'Blood Soul' is the cross.

They are all the physical training of the late Nascent Soul.

It can be seen from this that Shendu's status in the sand bandit lineage is indeed extremely high.

His death actually sent out the vulture old man and three of the eight chiefs to come in person.

The vulture old man's voice was hoarse, and he asked, "What's the situation with that sword cultivator now?"

"I entered the Giant Bear City half a day ago, and I haven't left the city until now." Qi Luo Gong Jinghui reported: "Boss, what should we do now? Just go into the city and kill him on the spot?"

"Not right," the vulture old man shook his head with gloom in his eyes, and said to the three subordinates, "Although we are not afraid of the giant bear tribe, we can't do too much.

If we do it directly in the city, I am afraid that the Nine Clans will not be able to tolerate us anymore. Continue to keep an eye on that sword cultivator, and when he leaves the city, immediately attack and kill him! "

"Yes, Boss!" The three Nascent Soul cultivators, the leaders of the sand bandits who had killed countless people, did not dare to look directly at the gloomy gaze of the vulture old man.

.........

Just as the vulture old man led his monks to a few miles outside the giant bear city and was lurking, Lu Qingshan in the giant bear city walked out of a magic weapon shop called Wanbao Pavilion.

This time, he almost bought out the high-level lightning protection magic weapon that was on sale in Giant Bear City.

"The purpose of this trip has almost been achieved, and a long time has passed. With the speed of the bandits, they should be waiting nearby." Lu Qingshan murmured.

Since he entered the city,

Almost a day has passed.

These sand bandits are all desperadoes with extraordinary cultivation and familiarity with the terrain of the Mogao Desert. One day is enough for them to prepare everything.

Lu Qingshan's heart was full of killing intent, he didn't think about it any more, and went straight out of the city.

Just after he left the city, in the core of the giant bear city, a big monk belonging to the giant bear tribe whispered: "That sword cultivator has left the city."

"The vulture old man should already be waiting outside the city right now?"

"It should be."

"Patriarch, if this sword cultivator fights with the vulture old man, should we help, maybe we can take the opportunity to kill the vulture old man..."

"You've got water in your head, don't you? That vulture old man is known as the number one person in Mogao, and the patriarchs of the nine clans joined forces to besiege and kill him with confidence.

This is just a Nascent Soul cultivator, you let the patriarch take action? When the old vulture offends our giant bear tribe, can you bear it? ! "Someone scolded.

"Let's see the situation first," said the majestic voice from the patriarch of the giant bear, "this sword cultivator is so confident, maybe he really has some trump card that can pose a threat to the vulture old man.

If there is a chance to get rid of that vulture old man, I will not hesitate to do it, and eradicate this scourge for the tribes of Mogao! "

"Patriarch Gao Yi!" The monk of the giant bear tribe shouted.

.........

Not long after Lu Qingshan left the city, three terrifying auras rose from the desert, rushing madly, approaching quickly, and emitting wave after wave of sound.

Huh—boom—

From far to near, the sound gradually turned into a roar, whistling like wind and thunder.

"The fish is biting the hook." Lu Qingshan finally looked a little more serious, and looked at the distant sky with a sneer.

There was a strong coercion coming from there, and in the sky, three bloody figures showed their figures.

"It's really courageous." Qi Luo, the evil monk in the sand sea, saw that Lu Qingshan was facing the attack of the three of them, and he did not run or hide. He shouted, and a huge palm print fell directly from the sky.

That palm print was blood-colored.

But in the palm, there is a Sanskrit flashing faintly, with a heavy pressure, it seems to be pressing towards Lu Qingshan with the power of the whole world.

Lu Qingshan's heart moved, and peach blossoms flashed out of his body, like thunder, rushing to meet the bloody palm print.

boom---

The emerald sword light collided with the bloody palm print that fell from the sky.

Comparing the two, in terms of size, it is like an embroidery targeting the palm of the upper hand.

But it seemed such a disparity in contrast, but it caused the bloody palm print to tremble violently, and then disintegrated into an aura that filled the sky.

'Sand Sea Evil Monk' begs Luo, 'Nether Evil Knife' stays on the sword, and 'Blood Soul' crosses one after another.

"Sure enough." Qi Luo looked at Lu Qingshan with some fear.

"With your little means, I can't help it." Lu Qingshan looked at the three leaders of the bandits, his eyes flickering.

"Why, the old vulture's direct disciple was killed by me, and the vulture old man refused to personally come to avenge his disciple, did he just send you three useless people to die?"

"Sword cultivator, you just blocked my random blow, so don't be too arrogant," Qi Luo shouted angrily, with sinister eyes, "To deal with you, a Nascent Soul cultivator, there is no need for the boss to take action himself, the three of us take action, that is all I think highly of you!"

The vulture old man was indeed extremely cautious to be able to establish such a large force of sand bandits out of thin air in the Mogao Desert.

A thought flashed in Lu Qingshan's mind.

He knew in his heart that the reason why the vulture old man didn't show up was definitely not because he didn't come. He estimated that he was hiding in the dark at this time to observe the battle situation.

After all, he is so upright, the suspicious old vulture man is also afraid that it is a trap, deliberately lured him to show up, so as to encircle and kill him, so he doesn't show up for now, let his subordinates test the truth first.

As soon as Qi Luo's words fell, he waved his palms continuously, and in an instant, seven blood-colored palm prints were struck out, covering the sky and covering the sun, roaring towards them, carrying a strong evil spirit, extremely powerful and ferocious.

Lu Qingshan's thought flashed, the peach blossoms circled and moved, just about to shoot out again.

But at this moment, he felt something, so he slightly pressed the flying sword that was about to move.

Followed by the same huge palm print rising from the ground, there is also a Sanskrit flashing in the palm print.

The only difference is that this palm print is golden.

Behind this golden palm print is a little monk in a light red cassock.

Feel really little monk.

After listening to Lu Qingshan's suggestion, he followed to Giant Bear City, and he really waited for this evil monk in the sand sea.

So the little monk didn't hesitate, and immediately helped Lu Qingshan.

With the palm prints in front and the young monk behind, they soared up like King Kong.

One palm to seven palms.

Rumble!

The golden palm print clashed with the bloody palm print, their power seemed to be able to destroy the world.

The terrifying lingering prestige dodges, forming a bloody and golden halo in the air.

The golden palm print struck by the little monk Juezhen was like a broken bamboo, soaring up, breaking through the seven bloody palm prints layer by layer, and finally blasting at Qi Luo whose face suddenly changed.

Qi Luo hurriedly raised his palm to meet it, Sanskrit flashed, and the palm glowed with blood, like a ghost claw.

Two palms touch.

boom!

Little monk Juezhen remained motionless, but Qiluo's arm was convulsed, almost deformed.

In the city, the monks of the giant bear tribe who were releasing their spiritual sense to watch the battle, as well as the monks of many other tribes hiding in the giant bear city, all watched with flickering eyes at this moment.

"Why is there another little monk?"

"This monk is not simple, he can break Qi Luo's arm with one palm!"

 …

Lurking in the dark, watching all this, the old vulture could not help but frowned the moment Juezhen appeared, "Could this be the trump card of that sword cultivator..."

If it's just this, it won't pose too much threat to him...

But the information has not yet been determined, and the vulture old man is still not prepared to act rashly. The preparation is to continue to observe the changes in the situation and remain motionless.

As for the safety of my men...

How could he care about such things?

 …

"It's you..." Qi Luo murmured looking at Jue Zhen with a serious face.

"I taught you the Great Mercy Seal back then, but I didn't expect that you could make this great blood seal." The little monk Juezhen looked at Qi Luo and said slowly: "It's just that the Great Compassion Seal lost the meaning of compassion, but its power is Very weak."

"You taught me supernatural powers, I will remember them in my heart, if you don't want to do anything to you, don't force me." Facing Juezhen, Qiluo paused every word.

"I was soft-hearted that day, but I created a great disaster." The young monk Juezhen clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "This disaster was caused by me, so naturally I should end it with my own hands."

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!" Qi Luo said hoarsely.

In this case, no amount of nonsense is meaningless!

With a bang, Qi Luo's body seemed to be on fire, and countless black blood energy rose up, like a ghost, launching a powerful attack on Jue Zhen.

boom!

He swung his fist violently, and the blood mark appeared again, but there were countless black blood on it.

These black blood energy are the evil skills he cultivated by collecting human blood essence, which can pollute all kinds of magic tools and spells, and have unparalleled corrosive power. Combined with the original fierce seal of great mercy, it can be called a strong and sinister .

Juezhen, the little monk with a solemn treasure face, gave a soft drink and performed Buddhist treasures.

A round of dazzling sun appeared behind him, wrapping him in brilliant golden light like a divine ring protecting him.

chi chi chi ----

When the countless black blood energy touched the golden light, it was like ice and snow touching an oven, and they evaporated and disappeared instantly.

The rising sun behind the little monk Juezhen shines brightly, extremely holy, just like a holy Buddha.

His hands were densely covered with Sanskrit texts, and a monstrous light burst out in an instant, hitting Qiluo, and the golden air wave was vast, which was very terrifying.

"Qiluo, we're here to help you!" Youming Xie Dao Ju Dao and Xue Hun Zedu roared, and they made moves at the same time, and hurriedly joined the battle.

A huge beheading knife appeared in Judao's hand, and resentful spirits haunted it.

The Resentful Soul Knife, a magic weapon of the evil way, is a terrifying magic weapon refined by cutting off the heads of innocent people and imprisoning their souls as resentful souls.

Slashed out with a single knife, there are countless resentful souls, sharp teeth and claws.

But on the other side, there is a frightening blood-soul figure appearing behind him, fused into his body.

His physical body suddenly swelled, and terrifying blood lines emerged.

The three besieged Juezhen fiercely.

Ju Dao slashed out with a knife, and the sound was like lightning strikes, deafening.

Zedu turned into a ferocious beast, with a huge body and the potential to sweep away thousands of troops. He punched out punch after punch, and each punch had a strong breath, enough to shake a mountain.

However, the little monk Juezhen, relying on the protection of the treasure, unexpectedly took over all of them, and took down the leaders of the three bandits without any weakness.

The Buddhist kung fu is inherently resistant to wear and tear. If it is really a shortcoming, there is only one more obvious one. It is not good at strong attacks and lacks explosive power.

Coincidentally, there happened to be a sword repairer known for his explosiveness on the field.

"These three people seem to have forgotten who they are here for..." Lu Qingshan murmured.

In the next moment, with a thought in his mind, the killing sword intent and the nirvana piercing sword intent were blessed on the peach blossom at the same time.

With a whoosh, the peach blossoms flew out.

"Using the flying sword through the peach blossom is far less powerful than the dragon sparrow, but even so, with the blessing of the sword, it is definitely enough to deal with the physical training of the late Nascent Soul!" Lu Qingshan thought to himself.

Sword cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul level, and the power of the flying sword largely depends on the sword intent attached to it.

Regardless of whether it is the killing sword intent or the nirvana piercing sword intent, the improvement of the flying sword's power is like that radish paired with mutton, which is a perfect match!

boom!

When the peach blossoms suddenly rose, the speed soared to thirty-five times the speed of sound.

The moment the flying sword exploded, the surrounding space seemed to be roaring.

A dazzling sword light went straight to the Nether Evil Knife that swung out, Judao.

"What?" Feeling Taohua's terrifying momentum, Ju Dao's expression changed drastically, and he swung his saber in an attempt to block the flying sword.

clang!

A sound of metal clashing exploded in the sky.

"No!" Ju Dao couldn't believe it, and shouted in horror.

Because the power of the flying sword was too powerful, although he tried his best to resist it, the Wraith Sword in his hand came out tremblingly under the terrifying force.

"Block it!" Ju Dao's eyes were red, and a light shone on his body.

He is a physical trainer, how could he not even be able to stop a flying sword!

Judao thought so in his heart.

brush!

On the flying sword, suddenly a little cold light flashed.

Lurking in it, the silent piercing sword intention suddenly erupted at this moment.

Following the dazzling light from the Buddha's light on the little monk Juezhen, he pierced Judao's abdomen with the flying sword.

The power is so great and the murderous intent is fierce, even as a Nascent Soul Body Cultivator, he is not an all-in-one enemy.

When the flying sword entered his body, Judao's body trembled violently.

After a breath, with a bang, Ju Dao's whole body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, with no power to recover.

It turned out that when Peach Blossom entered Judao's body, it immediately released countless sword qi, breaking its essence barrier and shattering its Nascent Soul.

Nether Evil Knife, Judao, die!

Up to now, Lu Qingshan has just made a sword, and a breath of time has passed!

"Those are two high-ranking moods?!" At this time, all the monks who were watching the battle in secret were dumbfounded.

Lu Qingshan produced two intentions with one sword, and the two artistic conceptions were both high-ranking artistic conceptions.

What kind of horror is this?

If one can comprehend a high-level artistic conception, the monks will be overjoyed and use this to condense the high-level Taoism. At that time, even among the monks who refine the emptiness, they can be regarded as strong players.

And the sword cultivator in front of him has actually comprehended two high-level artistic concepts, and judging by their power, the realm of these two artistic concepts is definitely not low.

How powerful has the artistic conception of this level of realm, combined with Feijian, achieved?

"It must be the sword cultivator from the Sword Washing Pool!" Someone murmured.

Such a powerful swordsman could only come from a famous sect!

The monks watching the battle soon discovered that their shock seemed to come too early.

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