Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Chapter 80 Holy Fire Order Martial Arts (Please subscribe)
The body of the owner of the Houtu Banner was bleeding, staining the ground red.

Everyone in Mingjiao couldn't help feeling a chill in their hearts.

Monk Bujie's thought flashed, "With the power of the Mongolian royal court in the north, can we really hide Jinlun Fawang from such a big move?"

"People have the heart to hunt tigers, and tigers have the intention to hurt others. I'm afraid that when we are plotting against Jinlun Dharma King, this man is also plotting against us, intending to catch us all in one go."

"That is to say, besides King Jinlun, there are probably other masters here."

His eyes were deep, and he had realized that everyone present in the Ming Cult had reached a critical moment of life and death.

At this moment, the banner owners of the Four Flags, including Jin, Wood, Water, and Fire, appeared one after another. In addition to them, there were also the followers of the Five Elements Flag. These people occupied the high ground, had powerful crossbows in their hands, and could shoot arrows all over the sky at any time. rain.

"I'm afraid of what he will do. Even if he has three heads and six arms, even if his whole body is made of iron, if we have so many brothers from the sect working together, we will beat his bones to pieces."

The owner of the Fire Flag is a woman with a hot figure and an iron whip who is wrapped in a red outfit. Unfortunately, there is a hideous scar on her right cheek, which makes her look ghastly.

She swung the iron whip and made an explosion, a fierce look flashed between her eyebrows.

Next to him, a thin middle-aged man held two water-splitting spears, vaguely protecting him behind him, but a helpless look flashed in his pupils.

"A-Lian, if you really angered this old monk, we, my husband and I, will probably be buried here today."

He already felt that the situation was not good, but he had a death wish in his heart, and he was determined to protect his wife and escape even if he died.

"The fire whips the iron lotus, divides the water and stabs Yang Xian. I have heard about the reputation of your husband and wife. You have always been jealous of evil. Now you are mixing with these demon cult monsters. Why bother?"

Jinlun Dharma King said: "If you and your wife are willing to retreat now, I can forget about it, please do as you please!"

Yang Xian was a little moved when he heard this. He would die if he died, but now that his wife was pregnant, nothing could happen to her.

But before he could speak, Tie Lianhua cursed angrily: "Smelly monk, there is no need for you to pretend to be compassionate here. My father, mother, eldest brother and two younger brothers all died at the hands of you two Mongolians."

"I will definitely kill you today to avenge my parents and relatives!"

She looked angry, the scars on her face were shaking like centipedes, and her originally beautiful face looked extremely ferocious and terrifying.

When King Jinlun heard this, he sighed slightly and said: "It is destiny for our great Mongolian country to unify the world. At that time, the four seas and eight wastelands will be unified, all souls will surrender, and all living beings can reach the Paradise of Paradise in the human world."

"Fuck your mother's bitch, a group of Tatars who burn, kill, loot, and do all kinds of evil, how dare you talk about destiny?" Cheng San, the leader of Ruijin Banner, has a beard on his face, a tall and strong figure, and he is holding two big iron handles. Ax shouted angrily.

"Zuo Shi, why are we talking nonsense with him? Let's do it together and kill him!"

"Yeah, kill him!"

"kill!"

Seeing the anger among the crowd, the Ming Cult members couldn't hold it back any longer, so they rushed forward.

Monk Bujie stood up, raised his hand slightly, and the noise of the crowd suddenly stopped. This person's prestige in the Ming Cult was evident.

Although he does not have the name of the leader, he actually already has the prestige of the leader.

He looked at Jinlun Dharma King and said: "If you don't give up, please ask Dharma King for advice, life or death will not matter."

"If the little monk loses, then all members of my Ming Cult will retreat immediately, and will never be an enemy of the Dharma King again."

"I don't know what the Dharma King wants?"

All the masters of the Ming Sect were shocked, because they had already laid a dragnet, and almost all the masters of the sect had arrived, with the purpose of surrounding and killing Jin Lun Dharma King.

But now Monk Bujie wants to fight Jinlun Dharma King alone to decide the outcome, which is really puzzling.

We must know that Jinlun Fawang, as the rare master of the Vajra Sect of Esoteric Buddhism in a hundred years, his Tibetan Buddhist martial arts are extremely terrifying, and he has already swept across the northern lands, and no one can match him.

Although Monk Bujie is powerful, he has almost no chance of winning in a fight with Jinlun Dharma King.

Jinlun Fawang's eyes burst into a frightening light, looked at the disobedient monk in white monk clothes, and said calmly: "You are somewhat decisive, but it's a pity..."

"No one from Mingjiao present today can leave."

"Everyone is going to die!"

His eyes shone with a frightening light, the yellow monk's robes rustled in the strong wind, and the terrifying murderous intent filled the air, casting a shadow of death over everyone's hearts.

At this moment, densely packed Mongolian armies appeared from all directions in the valley. The soldiers were all wearing leather armor, with sinister faces and murderous looks. They held bows and swords and stared at them eagerly.

The black Mongolian soldiers surged like a tide, without any shouts of killing, the killing breath rushing towards the face made people feel frightened!

And Huo Du and Dalba took the opportunity to lead many experts to block the exit, turning this place into a desperate situation.

Monk Bujie frowned, and the expressions of all the Mingjiao masters behind him couldn't help changing drastically, their aura dropped to freezing point.

Huo Dou burst out laughing, his brows filled with arrogance, "Monk Bujie, my master has already expected your little tricks, why don't you go forward and die!"

"Go forward and die!"

"Go forward and die!"

"Go forward and die!"

Behind him, a group of masters raised their weapons at the same time and laughed mockingly.

"A group of Mongolian lackeys, so bold!"

"court death!"

"Left envoy, fight them!"

Seeing that they were in a desperate situation, those Ming Cult members completely gave up on other thoughts and shouted wildly, with murderous intent rising violently.

"What do you use to fight us? Shoot me an arrow!"

Following Huo Du's order, arrows rained down from the sky.

shhhhh!

Amidst countless sounds of piercing through the air, the overwhelming rain of arrows immediately shot many Ming Cultists to death, blood flowing like rivers.

"Brothers, charge me, I will take you out!"

Monk Bujie glanced slightly at Jinlun Fawang, roared, took the lead, and rushed towards the exit of the valley facing the rain of arrows.

"Kill! Go!"

"Kill all these Mongolian dogs!"

"kill!"

A group of Mingjiao masters were in a desperate situation, but they were desperate to fight. They shouted wildly and followed the monk Bujie, rushing straight towards the Mongolian soldiers who were coming like a tide.

Monk Bujie protected his body with a twelve-ply gold bell cover, making him invulnerable to swords and guns. He held a three-foot-long sacred torch in his hand, and rushed to kill the army, destroying everything he passed, and no one could stop him.

The sacred torch in his hand was made of a mixture of platinum black iron and emery. It was extremely hard, and there was a faint flame rising from the torch.

Monk Bujie performed the exquisite martial arts in the Holy Fire Order, like a wild elephant, with rough skin and thick flesh, and immense strength. All the Mongolian soldiers he encountered were beaten to the point of broken bones and tendons, and died tragically on the spot.

The smell of blood soared into the sky!

"Ha ha!"

He gave a long laugh, and the Holy Fire Token looked around, lighting, sweeping, hacking, and smashing. With the explosion of infuriating energy, the Mongolian soldiers around him fell to the ground one after another.

"Monk Bujie is worthy of being the left envoy of light!"

Seeing the bloody storm set off by the unruly monk, Jinlun Fawang couldn't help admiring, then shook his monk's robe and strode forward against the rain of arrows.

"Bujie monk, don't you want to fight me?"

"I will fulfill you!"

(End of this chapter)