Conceited Immortal On Campus

A secret of the sword, differentiation 33.

Chen Yi is moving. Behind him, his mana condenses into a sword.

Thirty Three Dharma swords stand in the room.

Among the Dharma swords, Chen Yi stands alone, just like the immortals in this world.

He looked at the pair of wild boa, his eyes were like a well without waves, only two swords moved.

When the sword came out, it broke like a sharp blade. In an instant, there was a wild boa breaking loose. These two swords were even more powerful, and they directly killed the Archbishop of the Yin cult.

"Yin God protects Dharma!"

The Archbishop's face also changed. I didn't expect that Chen Yi had such strength.

Even if he had drunk all his life, the next moment, the window would break and the people would come out, the golden light would be more dazzling and the sword would be more and more.

In the room, many members of the Yinshen sect, like weeds, fell with the sword. In the blink of an eye, there were only three people left in the room, Chen Yi, Yu Mengzi and Yun mobing.

In the negative second floor, above the challenge arena, Helen was still elated.

Seeing this abrupt change, I can't help turning pale.

Archbishop Osho's figure was directly blasted into the wall on one side of the road. A giant Scorpion was like a soul. Under the two golden swords, it was about to split.

"Archbishop!"

Helen was shocked. On one side, the people of the four camps were also shocked.

Some people's eyes fell on the broken window, only to see a touch of gold glare, a golden sword, slowly out.

There was a man standing on the sword with his hands down and his eyes relaxed.

Chen Yi looks at Helen and archbishop Osho, who is imprisoned by fajian.

His eyes moved lightly, but he saw the two great swords and came back.

Behind him, there are thirty-two swords standing between the cruise ships.

"Who are you?"

Looking at Chen Yi's appearance, helun seemed a little suspicious and said, "who is Chinese? The immortal master of Dharma cultivation? "

Chen Yi glanced at heilun faintly, "who am I? You deserve to ask?"

"What are you talking about?"

Halen was furious, and the people in the four camps could not help taking a breath.

Only the Archbishop of the Yin god religion and the powerful masters in the four camps frowned.

"It seems that the fish has taken the bait!"

"Only one?"

"Sure enough, Archbishop Ryan's death has something to do with Yu Mengzi. Has the Yu family defected?"

The Archbishop of the Yin religion and the old man of the magic church are all whispering.

Looking at Chen Yi's young appearance, they were even more surprised.

Huaxia, such a young monk, even they have never heard of him.

"As expected, there will surely be a strong Chinese coming to this banquet!"

"It's not in vain for us to wait here!" A Catholic Archbishop sneered, and he was about to step out.

On top of the challenge arena, bishop Helen, who had swept the four camps before and made them bow down, was even more eloquent and directly attacked Chen Yi.

With his sharp drink, a green and dark Python comes out and directly kills Chen Yi.

"Huaxia children, you dare to be presumptuous on your own."

He said with a sneer that even a strong man like Yale was weak under his curse, not to mention the Chinese youth in front of him.

Chen Yi didn't even look at the green python.

"Harlan, be careful!"

Archbishop Osho responded and reminded him in time. Unfortunately, it was too late.

Behind Chen Yi, there is a sword chant, and a golden light passes through heaven and earth. In an instant, it passes the green python.

It's like chopping grass and mustard. It's easy to be broken and broken.

There was a golden light, straight into the head of Helen.

Poof!

But with the sound of blood breaking open, there was a big head, which rushed into the sky with blood like a spring.

Chen Yi doesn't even move. His eyes are in the five camps.

Among the five camps, many strong people take a cold breath.

The first bishop of the Yin religion, is he dead?

Murakami's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

She naturally recognized who Chen Yi was, who had been with Yu Mengzi before.

"Huaxia, is there such a genius?"

She took a cold breath, and with this sword alone, she killed bishop Helen.

In terms of strength, I'm afraid I'm already the Archbishop of the Yin religion and the great master of China.

"Is it difficult? Is it some kind of magic Murakawa murmured softly.

Osho at this moment, also reflected, he fell on the mountain of the ground, his hands suddenly a shock, see in his hands, there is a dark green scorpion shaped jade.

It's the magic weapon of the Yin God sect. It's also a magic object to protect the Dharma. He just used the scorpion spirit method to block Chen Yi's two swords."Anya, Puxiu, what are you still doing?"

"This person's strength is not so simple!"

He let out a big drink to remind the other two archbishops of the Yin religion.

When his voice fell, two windows broke open, and two mantras took shape, turning into an eight clawed spider and a dark red toad.

Toughened glass, under these two spells, is easily torn like thin paper.

Behind them were ten Catholics and two bishops.

They look at Chen Yi with a look of murder in their eyes.

One of the old women's dark red robes was lifted, revealing her ugly face. She said with a smile: "Osho, it's just a person. Why are you so afraid?"

"Archbishop, after decades of cultivation, how dare you become less and less?"

Archbishop Osho's face was heavy when he heard this. He was staring at Chen Yi, not a little relaxed in his eyes.

If it were not for his quick reaction, he would have been killed by Chen Yi's sword.

Chen Yi is surrounded by three bishops.

At the same time, magic taught the old man with the scepter.

On the Japanese side, in the village palace family, a small old man slowly opened his eyes.

On the one hand, there was a man whose body was wrapped in black cloth. His eyes slowly opened, and his eyes exuded a faint sense of killing.

They seem to have been waiting here for a long time.

Waiting for the strong of the sixth mountain to come, this banquet itself is an ambush.

Six great masters are enough to sweep the south of the Yangtze River.

Together with the sixth Mountain Branch, Jinling, Pengcheng and mohai, the five great masters are just ten.

Now there are six people here.

Chen Yi feels the breath, and his face is still calm.

"Overseas people who want to enter China and wreak havoc should be here, right?" He opened his mouth faintly, which made the two archbishops of the Yin religion not be surprised.

The old woman said with a hoarse smile, "Huaxia people, do you think you alone can stop us?"

If there is a ghost faced toad on her body, it is a mantra that she has practiced for many years. With this mantra, she has been in Southeast Asia for many years.

Not to mention Chen Yi, who seems to be only 18 years old, is the head of a country, and even the warlord should be respectful to her.

Chen Yi's eyes turned. He gave the old woman a faint look.

"Stop you?"

"With you rats, you also need to stop?"

Behind him, thirty-two swords vibrated faintly, and the sound of swords was dazzling.

But there are four words, clear and audible.

"I don't know!"

Sound down, sword out!