I can summon misery

Chapter 120

"Ren Pingsheng, please advise."

On Chang'an Avenue, the Danfeng sword appeared, but I saw a white robe stepping lightly, before the sword came out, the frost was already covered, and the turbulent cold wave broke out in an instant, and suddenly the street was like a cold winter, covering the enemy in front!
boom!
In the extreme confrontation, the Buddha faced the frosty pavement, chanted the scriptures, and gathered the Buddha's light in the Buddha's palm, forcibly overcoming the invincible power of the hidden right-handed single-handed master. There was a bang, and the air wave swept the entire Chang'an Street.

Under the remaining waves, the white clothes swayed with the wind. Ren Pingsheng held his left hand behind his back, and raised his right hand. Under the traction of his true energy, the single-edged sword immediately came into his hand. Smart, but already in the crowd in the blink of an eye, the single-edged sword is handed out, not ingenious, more natural!
"Beware!"

The head monk finally took a step back, only watching his comrades retreat from the wound, a few drops of viscous blood dripped, the wound was sealed immediately, and the cold air entered the body, which was even more bone-piercing.

"With this strength, but not enough combat experience to match it, it seems that the masters are a little neglected in cultivation."

Ren Pingsheng commented lightly, and at the same time, the two tyrannical forces collided in no particular order. Ren Pingsheng blocked the move horizontally, and the bluestone bricks under his feet collapsed and spread under the sweeping air wave!
"So, masters, I'm afraid it's not enough."

With one enemy and two still fearless, Ren Pingsheng's sword continued to accumulate skills, and defeated the two monks with one sword, and the two innate monks were repelled. The corners of their mouths and tiger's mouth turned red one after another, drawing a deep mark on the ground.

Without waiting to catch his breath, another vajra palm split, sweeping away thousands of troops, Ren Pingsheng lifted the weight lightly, and swung lightly with a single strike in his hand, but it was the last striker who came first!

puff!

The sound of the sword blade piercing through the flesh came out, the method of King Kong's body protection, the power of a sword is still vulnerable, Ren Pingsheng took two more steps with his left palm and struck out!

One of them flew upside down, and the golden luster was still faintly visible in the spilled blood.

"Amitabha, giving is indeed a good means."

Seeing this, the leading monk joined the fight, Ren Pingsheng responded with one palm, and the two palms met for an instant, but he saw the monk retreated three steps, a blush appeared on his fair face, and he pressed down in an instant.In the next battle, it was Ren Pingsheng who was able to gain the upper hand with the sword and fist.

"The benefactor has such means, why does he help the evildoers?"

"Can a Buddha who forces others to believe in him be called justice?"

"The world is stupid, but my Buddha is like this. I don't want to see the world sink."

"Ridiculous!"

With a sound of absurdity, Ren Pingsheng didn't want to engage in any more meaningless fights. As soon as he lifted his breath, the chilly air spread, and Chang'an Street felt like it was approaching the ninety-nine cold days, with flying frost and flowing snow.

"Frost flows in the air without feeling flying!"

One sword flowed frost, but it was Yin Shanfeng's sword that appeared for the first time, with its majestic power, the monks did not dare to be careless, and joined hands to block the move!

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"This kind of ability, how much hidden combat power does Thunderbolt City have?"

In Perak City, there are many people who know Ren Pingsheng, and there are not a few who can see that Ren Pingsheng is hiding something.But they never expected that this traveler who was talking leisurely about the scenery would be so unfathomable.

The few monks on Wujiansin Cliff are not those monks who rely on different methods to lift them up, but they are actually at the innate level. Although they are not proficient in fighting and killing, they are innate after all.

"Ren Pingsheng, Xiantian? No, he is not an ordinary Xiantian swordsman. His swordsmanship is unique, he has never seen it before, and he is a master of swordsmanship who can establish a sect." Ming Deng watched the battle on Chang'an Street with a gloomy face in the dark. The monks were being cleaned up quickly, and the monks who fought against Ren Pingsheng continued to be at a disadvantage, and the defeat seemed inevitable.

"It's a bit ridiculous. People with so much combat power under their hands will be regarded as abandoned children and exiled to the Daobei Territory. You must be blind."

After Ming Deng looked at the battle situation, the two people beside Mu Yu, a man and a woman, also exuded a gloomy and cold aura.

"Is this your last defense force, I'm afraid it's not enough."

The white jade Zen staff was raised high, and the bright golden brilliance bloomed. The surging vitality of heaven and earth made people in the whole Perak City feel this inexplicable anomaly. Amidst the radiance of Buddha, a figure sitting cross-legged on a lotus flower appeared behind the bright lamp. The phantom of the Buddha on it locked Mu Yu's figure with indifferent eyes.

"Jie Buddha's glaring eyes rebuke the Vajra Appearance!"

The endless Buddha's light condensed, and condensed into a shining golden magic pestle in front of the phantom of the Buddha. The lines and patterns on it were clearly visible, exuding a holy and dangerous atmosphere.

"Amitabha!"

The next moment, the Demon Subduing Pestle was shot out like a sharp arrow, and a huge roar resounded over the sky of Thunderbolt City, rushing down, and went straight to Mu Yu!
boom!
Mu Yu didn't move, but saw the room of Sifang Hou's mansion, the invisible arrow energy had already crossed the distance, and collided with the golden light pestle, after layers of elimination, the invisible arrow energy collapsed, and the remaining power went further Go in the direction of Mu Yu!

Mu Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and before he had time to react, two figures had already passed by his side, and in just a split second, the few remaining moves were completely transformed into primordial energy scattered between heaven and earth.

Only Suiwulei and Gumingshi showed their weapons and stood in front of Mu Yu.Gu Mingshi couldn't see much abnormality, but Sui Wulei was holding the Yin bone blade, but it was bleeding continuously.

"Bright lamp!" Mu Yu's eyes fell on Sui Wulei's hand, his face was cold, and he looked up at the familiar figure in the midair, the precept monk of Wuyi Sin Cliff, who was also the mastermind of this attack.

At this point, the only thing that exceeded his expectations was the strength of Ming Deng.Although the invisible arrow just now was not the full strength of Xuan Zhenjun, but it was able to thwart that arrow, and the performance of the bright lamp has exceeded his expectations.

"Senior Xuan Zhenjun, the Empress, I have to protect the whole Thunderbolt City."

Mu Yu focused his voice on Gongyuan, and amplified his voice.

At this time, the battles in the two places had come to an end. Although they were somewhat injured, the group of monks were finally beheaded by the killers of the sky burial Thirteen Knives and Mimishengmen.As for Ren Pingsheng, the group of monks also retreated repeatedly, and it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

"The strength of Thunderbolt City should not be underestimated." Ming Deng calmly watched his subordinates fall one by one, without any surprise in his heart.

Even if the design lures away the three people including the Marquis of Triumph, the combat power displayed by Thunderbolt City still makes people look sideways.

You must know that so far, the masters of bow and arc, as well as the most terrifying female emperor, the world and the bower called Zhenjun Huanxuan, have not really made a move.

"Marquis Sifang, I can give you one last chance."

"No need." Mu Yu raised his eyebrows, "You will die, and the crime of guilt will soon become history."

"Amitabha, that's really, really good."

Ming Deng shook his head, his eyes filled with platinum brilliance looked around his surroundings.

"Facing Buddha's enemies, the only option is to kill!"

(End of this chapter)