Chapter 114: Night Battle at the Ancient Temple

Two people faced Qi Xuansu, and the other five faced Zhang Yuelu.

Because of the limited space, only three people besieged Zhang Yuelu at the same time, and the other two were waiting for an opportunity to move.

Zhang Yuelu's eyes quickly swept over the three people.

A bare-handed warrior.

A monk holding a sword. The biggest difference between a monk and a warrior is that a monk can accumulate true qi, which is between a cultivator and a warrior, so he often uses weapons and armor.

Although the last person had his face covered, his hands exposed outside the robe were as white as the hands of a dead person, and his aura was gloomy and terrifying, revealing the state of excessive yin energy. It was the alchemist.

The three were all in the Yuxu stage. According to common sense, the three of them joined forces to match an opponent in the Guizhen stage.

The warrior gritted his teeth and rushed towards Zhang Yuelu first.

Of course, he knew that Zhang Yuelu was a banished immortal in the Guizhen stage.

So what?

It was too early to say who would live and who would die.

The monk followed closely behind, and at the same time, he poured Qi into the sword in his hand, causing the blade to emit a faint golden color and mist.

Finally, the Taoist priest gently pressed his snow-white palms on the ground under his feet. Suddenly, countless wisps of black aura spread along the ground.

Zhang Yuelu stood in place, and the three people used their own methods.

Just three Yuxu stages can't do anything to Zhang Yuelu.

The warrior can already see the "Five Qi Smoke" lingering around Zhang Yuelu, with five-colored light turning, gathering and dispersing, mysterious and mysterious, obviously more than one level higher than the ordinary body-protecting true qi or body-protecting Gangqi, which suddenly made him feel resentful and angry.

Why did he have to roll in the mud at the risk of his life, while some people were already in the clouds when they were born?

The big man shouted angrily, spit out a breath of turbid air fiercely, and took advantage of the momentum to throw a domineering punch.

There was a faint sound of gas explosion.

Zhang Yuelu had no intention of dodging the punch.

The martial artist, who was despised to the extreme, shouted angrily: "You little bitch, die!"

The punch landed heavily, and to his surprise, it was like hitting a ball of cotton, without any force at all.

Is this the magical power of the exiled immortal?

How could he not be jealous?

This little girl has only been eating for a few years, and she is already in the Return to the True Reality stage.

He has been hanging around in the martial arts world for many years, but he is only in the Yuxu stage.

The martial artist didn't care about any boxing techniques, and was determined to break through this layer of protective qi with one punch. He almost used all his strength, but the short distance took him a full breath. For a Yuxu stage martial artist who was known to punch dozens of times in an instant, it was already a very long time.

The martial artist's face showed a strange blush, and he shouted: "Open it for me!"

The "Five Qi Smoke Net" was finally broken by a crack.

Zhang Yuelu frowned slightly, and casually pushed out a palm, directly knocking the warrior out.

The monk following the warrior was distracted for a moment, and then he didn't care about the fear in his heart, and his body moved like a rabbit, rushed to Zhang Yuelu, and drew his knife swiftly and fiercely.

It was a pity that he met Zhang Yuelu, which was like showing off his skills in front of an expert. Not only did he fail to achieve success, but Zhang Yuelu grabbed his wrist lightly, and he couldn't help but slashed back with a knife, and the knife energy shot towards the Taoist who was casting a spell.

The Taoist who was concentrating on casting a spell only felt a cold light in front of him, and didn't care about the spell, and rolled sideways to avoid it.

He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he might have lost his head.

The monk took this opportunity to break free from Zhang Yuelu's grasp, swiped back, retreated to the Taoist, and looked down. He saw five deep fingerprints on his wrist, which had injured the bones.

As for the warrior, it was even more miserable. He staggered back more than a foot before he could barely stop. His feet left two deep footprints on the ground, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The sound of the blood in his body gradually became inaudible.

The two people who had been watching still had no intention of taking action, but their expressions gradually became solemn.

It is said that three people of lower realms can match opponents of one realm higher together. Three masters of the Yuxu stage are so vulnerable?

They thought to themselves that if they were in the same situation, it would not be so easy for them to deal with the combination of three masters of the Yuxu stage alone.

At this moment, Zhang Yuelu, who had been standing still, finally moved. He appeared in front of the warrior almost out of nowhere and punched him in the heart.

The strong punch penetrated his heart and lungs.

The warrior bled from all seven orifices instantly.

The monk who witnessed this scene turned pale, and his right hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

How could it be possible that a warrior known for his physique was seriously injured with just one punch?

A deep sense of powerlessness rose in the heart of the monk, and he felt that the three-foot-long sword in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

But at this time, there was no room for retreat. Seeing that Zhang Yuelu kicked the warrior who had no power to fight back and came straight towards him, the monk did not dare to hide anymore. He wiped the sword with two fingers, generating a sharp sword light, and then slashed it into the air.

The sword light was already extremely sharp, and with this sword with the appearance of a spiritual object, he had the confidence to break through even the protective qi of a master in the Return to Truth stage!

At the same time, the alchemist finally played his role, making the ground under Zhang Yuelu's feet sticky and soft, like mud after rain, or like the internal organs of some animal, wriggling slightly like a living thing.

Then a black mist was born, rising continuously, and gradually flooding over the feet, as if it was a street in a rainstorm, because the rainwater had no time to drain, it gradually formed puddles, and at first glance, it looked more like a black pond.

Under this black air, countless lifelike faces protruded from the constantly wriggling ground, and black air floated out. These faces closed their eyes, with painful and hideous expressions, and stretched out their bloodless pale hands from the ground to grab Zhang Yuelu's ankles.

At the same time, countless murmurs sounded in Zhang Yuelu's ears, as if telling about the sufferings of their lives, which were difficult to transcend, and wanted Zhang Yuelu to feel sorry for it.

Zhang Yuelu knew that after death, the soul returned to heaven and the spirit returned to the earth. Only the three corpses turned into ghosts, just like the zombies after the corpses were resurrected. They were all the remains of the body and had nothing to do with the person's life. The so-called suffering had long dissipated with the soul. The so-called salvation of the dead by Buddhism and Taoism was just to remove it. At this time, these whispers were just means to confuse people's minds.

But no matter what, Zhang Yuelu is not a celestial being now, and it is impossible to break this spell with a stomp of his feet, so Zhang Yuelu was temporarily trapped in the same place.

Taking advantage of this perfect opportunity, the monk finally used his full strength to make a knife. Although Zhang Yuelu had intended to turn his body, he was still broken by this knife.

But that was all. Zhang Yuelu lightly put two fingers on the monk's sword, making him unable to move at all.

This monk was also a decisive person, and immediately let go of the sword in his hand, which he regarded as the foundation of his life.

Zhang Yuelu held the sword upside down, and then threw it.

The sword-controlling skill comparable to that of a casual person.

The sword was like a long rainbow, piercing the monk's abdomen, and it continued to move forward, heading straight for the Taoist priest behind the monk.

The Taoist priest was blocked by the monk's figure and did not see Zhang Yuelu's movements. By the time he noticed the long rainbow, it was too late. The sword was directly pierced into his chest and passed through his body. Although he did not hit his heart, the Taoist priest was already weak and was seriously injured on the spot.

However, his magic did not dissipate, and still trapped Zhang Yuelu in place.

The monk who was pierced in the abdomen by the sword knelt on one knee, covering his wound, vomiting blood, and was very miserable.

In a blink of an eye, the three masters of the Yuxu stage were all injured by Zhang Yuelu.

The leader who had been watching narrowed his eyes slightly, and became a little more gloomy.

He had overestimated Master Zhang enough, but he didn't expect that he still underestimated it.

At this time, another person had already made a move.

This person was a casual person in the Guizhen stage.

Zhang Yuelu turned the "No Photo Paper" into a horizontal sword and slashed it out.

The Qi force tore a gully on the ground. This was just the aftereffect of the sword energy. The sword energy was directly approaching the Sanren who had made the move. When he was still more than ten feet away from Sanren, he could already hear the sound of cloth tearing on his clothes. This showed the power of the sword energy.

Sanren swept back and waved his sleeves, taking the sharp sword energy into his sleeves, and his sleeves fluttered.

Zhang Yuelu took small steps forward and kept striking the sword.

At a distance of more than ten steps between the two, the sword energy was flying in disorder, and dozens of gullies appeared, each of which was more than a foot deep. The broken stones were flying, and the stones mixed with the sharp true energy fell to the ground and smashed countless pits.

If it fell on a flesh and blood body, what a miserable scene it would be?

Zhang Yuelu slashed with a sword, and the sword energy jumped like a flame and fell directly in front of Sanren. Sanren tiptoed and retreated hastily. Zhang Yuelu took advantage of the situation and swept his sword horizontally, carrying a frenzy of sword energy, and cut a Buddha statue in half. The incision was as smooth as a mirror.

After Sanren dodged the sword, he used his magical power, and the nails on his five fingers began to grow wildly. In a short moment, they were already one foot long. The nails flashed with a cold luster like gold and iron, as if they were no longer part of the human body, but a weapon.

Sanren put his five fingers together, and the five nails were like a sharp sword, slashing down fiercely, colliding with the horizontal sword in Zhang Yuelu's hand, and the sound of metal and stone was loud.

I saw that the blade light on the horizontal sword in Zhang Yuelu's hand suddenly grew again and again. It was only as thick as an arm before, but now it was like a long dragon, completely covering the horizontal sword itself. With a sword, the five nails of Sanren were crushed into powder. That's not all. The sword energy was raging like a raging wind. Sanren, who was originally at ease, finally looked embarrassed.

Zhang Yuelu's sword technique was full of open and close movements, and it was nothing more than the word "killing".

Sanren did not dare to take the blow with his bare hands, and could only retreat again and again to avoid the sharp edge temporarily.