God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

Thinking of this, the faces of the Shaolin monks became even gloomier.

And the strength of the masters on the Huashan side has continued to increase, and by now, there have been as many as eleven people!

But at this time, another hearty laughter sounded: "Haha, Shaolin is so lively today, how can I let it go without me!"

"Let me do it!"

Hearing this name, everyone was startled again, especially Zuo Lengchan.

Back then, he brought the Wuyue Sword Sect to besiege Heimuya, but he was defeated by Ren Woxing alone, and he was almost killed by Renwu's "[-]" Xing, which still makes Zuo Lengchan feel terrified.

This is an old-fashioned giant. They thought he was dead, but he didn't want to appear at this time.

"Father, why are you here!" Ren Yingying was so happy that she couldn't help but speak.

Ren Woxing nodded and smiled lightly: "Yingying, you are here today, how can Dad not take action? I just didn't expect that one day, Ren Mou will also fight side by side with my enemy Dongfang Undefeated!"

Dongfang Bai smiled lightly and shook his head: "I never imagined that one day, this seat and my enemy's daughter will become good sisters!"

"Haha!" Ren Woxing and Dongfang Invincible both laughed in the sky.

The so-called laughing away grievances is exactly that.

"And me, Xiang Wentian!"

Another figure came flying over. It was the Sun Moon God Sect, the left envoy of Guangming Xiang Wentian, a master from the early days of the day after tomorrow!

"And the old man, he must also contribute to the leader and the saint!"

Green Bamboo Weng walked over slowly, with a cultivation base that turned out to be in the early days of the day after tomorrow!

At this point, the Huashan side, the top masters, has reached [-] people!

"Only fourteen people, we still have a threefold advantage!"

Zuo Lengchan said coldly, but he said that he was a little embarrassed.

Although the number of masters on the Huashan side is small, only one-third of them, the quality is higher, and there are four top super masters!

"Zuo Lengchan, are you stupid?" Dongfang Bai couldn't help laughing and said, "You can be considered a master if you are an elder of Songshan Mountain, but not the elders of my Sun Moon God Sect?"

"Come on, let the left head see your strength!"

In an instant, the fifteen elders of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect stood up in unison, and the weakest were in the early days of the day after tomorrow!

The Sun Moon God Sect can compete with the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sect, naturally it has its own background!

Looking at this scene, the faces of Zuo Lengchan, Master Fang Zheng, and Daoist Chongxu became even more ugly, and there were fifteen more top experts!

"And us, Sect Leader Mo, the Yellow River Patriarch Brothers are here to help!"

In an instant, Zu Chongzhi and the old man came over.

"And I, Sima Da, with the brothers from Wubagang, came to help Sect Master Mo!"

Sima Da came over with a group of people.

These people are all crooked and wicked in the mouth of the righteous, but their cultivation is very impressive.

It's just that they are bohemian and don't like being restrained.

As a result, the number of masters on the Huashan side has approached forty. Compared with the Shaolin side, the number is not much different, but the strength is completely crushed!

Especially Mo Yi, Dongfang Bai, Feng Qingyang, and Ren Wo Xing, which one can't fight more than one?

Watching this scene, the form changed completely, and the morale of the Shaolin side was even lower to the lowest.

Mo Yi smiled lightly, stood up, and stood with his sword: "Didn't you say that there are nearly ten immortals in Shaolin? Come out, I, Mo Yi, take over alone!"

"I'm not easy, one person will take over!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

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Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Mo Yi has to rely on his own strength to take over nearly ten immortals, this is simply courting death!

Shaolin's immortals are all masters and uncles of Master Fang Zheng. Even if they are old and cultivated, they are not much weaker than Shaolin Abbot Fang Zheng.

Not to mention ten people at once!

"Insanity!"

"court death!"

"Humph!"

After a few cold snorts, ten old monks stood up with cold expressions on their faces.

Mo Yi wants one to beat ten of them, which is simply contempt and insult to them.  …

Even Dongfang Bai and Feng Qingyang couldn't help but worry.

"Yi Lang, I'm with you!" Dongfang Bai couldn't help but speak.

Mo Yi smiled lightly, and drew his sword out of the sheath: "There are only ten bald donkeys, and Mo Yi alone is enough. Let's do it, I will send you to see the Buddha as soon as possible, so you don't have to talk about it every day!"