Chapter 597 (Fourth Change Leader Long Zhan Can Finger)

PS: The twenty-fourth alliance was born, and the leader of the alliance, Long Zhan Canzhi!

Even though Fayuan was carrying six people, his speed was still like the wind, and Faxiang could barely keep up.

The two men in black behind him couldn't catch up and fell further and further away.

The six middle-aged monks from the Devil's Academy faced the ten men in black, and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

These ten black-clothed men were skilled in martial arts, and they were not afraid of death. They all attacked desperately, and their moves were like burning jade and stone, and they suppressed the six gray-clothed monks.

The six monks took their time and responded calmly. When they saw Fayuan and Faxiang fleeing with others, they had nothing to worry about.

The task this time is to bring back the practitioners of Asura's magical skills to the temple to suppress them. These people are more important than the traitors in the temple. At all costs, even if they sacrifice their lives, they must be brought back to the temple by Fayuan.

These ten Asura martial arts are tyrannical, and they barely maintain the six-to-ten, even if they can't use secret techniques, the secret techniques of Asura's magical skills are also powerful, so they may not be able to win.

You must hold them back and prevent them from chasing Junior Brother Fafang.

After a while, the two men in black turned around, stopped chasing Fayuan, turned around and came back to deal with the six monks of Jiangmo Yuan.

After they joined, the situation of the six monks took a turn for the worse, and they were at a disadvantage. Even though the twelve men in black had the upper hand, they still fought desperately as if they were at a disadvantage, attacking wildly as if they were risking their lives.

Fayuan and Faxiang galloped like a gust of wind, seeing that there was no one chasing behind them, they stopped slowly.

Fayuan put down the six people, and turned to look back at the direction they came from: "I have to go back to help the brothers of Jiangmo Academy... Brother Faxiang, you take them away first."

Fa Xiang nodded: "If you can't fight, run away."

"Yes." Fayuan agreed and drifted away.

Faxiang glanced at the six people on the ground, picked it up and ran like a gust of wind.

When Fayuan came to the place where the eighteen monks were fighting, two of the six monks had been injured, and the other four were struggling even more, and the situation was in danger.

"Amitabha..." Fayuan uttered the Buddha's name, golden light flashed on his body, his treasured face was solemn, his eyes were compassionate, and he slapped out lightly with his palm, and the Sanskrit sound was lingering and ethereal, as if floating from the far horizon, displaying Ten Thousand Buddhas palm.

"Bang!" Fa Yuan hit a person's shoulder, his movements were slow, but he couldn't avoid it.

"Bang! Bang!" His Ten Thousand Buddha Palms intersected with the right palms of the other two.

The movements of the three of them were sluggish for a moment, and their internal energy was not flowing so smoothly. Although the scorching breath from the palm prints was not strong, it kept interfering with the circulation of internal energy.

"Bang! Bang!" Fayuan intersected with the two's right palms again.

The internal strength of the two of them was also somewhat sluggish.

"Be careful with this little monk!" Someone shouted.

The two men in black took a sharp breath, their flesh and blood gathered into their bones, they turned into skeletons, and rushed towards Fayuan. Their eyes glowed red, and their speed was extremely fast, like two gusts of wind blowing towards them.

Fa Yuan slowly struck out again.

"Bang bang!" The two of them greeted the Ten Thousand Buddha Palms without hesitation, followed by Fayuan and cast the second palm, and they were already close to them.

They seem to know the weakness of Ten Thousand Buddha Palms, knowing that it takes a moment to prepare the palm.

If the distance is very far, this moment can make up for it, from palm out to palm out, it is completed, others cannot see this brewing process, but the distance is extremely close, but it is fully revealed.

Fayuan simply gave up the palm of ten thousand Buddhas, and pressed out his heart finger, and the strength of each finger lingered around him, which was comparable to the two men in black.

The two men in black are both Asuras of the sixth level, the sixth level tends to be perfect, and their martial arts are tyrannical. For a while, the magic circle and them are in a stalemate. Complicated the companion.

"Amitabha..." The six monks suddenly chanted the Buddha's name together, and golden light began to radiate from their bodies. When the golden light faded, they became six purple-gold men, with solemn and sacred faces and compassionate eyes.

"Hiss..." There was a sound of inhalation.

All ten men in black turned into skeletons, eight eyes shot red light, and the remaining two were still fifth-level Asuras.

"Bang bang bang bang..." The muffled sound continued, and the style changed drastically.

These sixteen people seem to have turned into barbarians, punching to the flesh, only blindly fighting hard, not paying attention to subtleties, it is a brutal collision of strength and power.

Purple and gold rays of light flashed on the bodies of the six monks, and Vajra Duer's magical powers were running. Coupled with their secret techniques, their physical bodies were almost indestructible. The ten asuras also relied on the body of asuras to savagely collide unscrupulously.

After the French battle, they looked at the sixteen people in the arena, secretly anxious.

The six senior brothers in Jiangmoyuan are tyrannical, but the eight six-level Asuras are even more powerful, and they can't please them at all. Their Vajra Duer Divine Art is not high enough to compete with the body of Asuras.

After a cup of tea, the movements of the six monks of Jiangmoyuan slowed down, showing a slumped attitude.

"Brothers, let's go!" Fa Yuan said in a deep voice.

The six nodded, then shook their heads. They wanted to leave, but they couldn't.

"Junior Brother Fayuan, you go first, we'll come later." A gray-robed middle-aged monk said in a long voice.

Fa Yuan shook his head, he knew their plan.

They want to die together with these ten guys, but these Asuras cannot be killed, otherwise they will become stronger Asuras after eighteen years, and even grow into Nine-layer Asuras.

"Senior Brother Fa Xing," Fa Yuan said, "Don't kill them."

He frowned secretly, the situation was extremely dangerous at this time, fearing that no one would be able to leave in the end, as he spoke, he pointed a finger at the opposite person.

"Do you want me to help, Fayuan?" Chu Li suddenly appeared on the top of a tree, smiling and looking at this side, his white robe fluttering with the wind.

"Benefactor Chu!" Fa Yuan smiled.

"Remember to owe me a favor." Chu Li said with a smile.

He had long thought that the left protector of the Ashura God Sect was meticulous in his actions, and would never think about victory only in case of defeat. There must be a way to remedy the situation in case of failure.

Fayuan laughed and said, "I didn't expect Master Chu to follow us all this time!"

"I'm afraid they will escape!" Chu Li snorted.

The Heavenly Demon Bead fell into his heart, and infinite power surged in his body. He sank under the tree and shot at the feet of an Asura.

With a flash of sword light, Asura suddenly bent his body, fell from the tree, and landed heavily, his legs had been cut and his hamstrings were severed.

Even if he turned into a skeleton, his tendons were still cut off when the Dust Light Sword hit him.

Chu Li acted in accordance with the law and fell at the feet of another opponent in Fayuan. The sword light flashed, and it was inevitable to avoid it, and fell down again.

Fayuan breathed a sigh of relief, and made a tithe: "Thank you, benefactor Chu."

Chu Li said: "Remember to pay me back once in the future!"

He appeared behind an Asura again, the sword light flashed and stabbed a hand.

His figure was indistinct, and the light of his sword flashed and disappeared. Every sword hit their wrists and cut off the tendons in their hands. Ten people had twenty hands, and he cut them off in the blink of an eye.

The faces of Fayuan and the six monks of Jiangmoyuan changed slightly, and they looked at Chu Li in surprise.

They knew that Chu Li's swordsmanship was powerful, but they didn't know it was so amazing.