This is My Juggernaut Journey

As soon as he waved his hand, the seven or eight solitary shadows who stayed behind immediately followed up and walked towards the battlefield along the long stairs.He didn't call Kui Ren, and Kui Ren didn't want to join in the fun.

This seemingly vulgar, but actually careful and insidious ninja frowned, and after a while, he relaxed again.

'So that's the case, did the wolves follow?Just in time, our father and son should have a goodbye, but we still need to make some preparations, in case he is obsessed with his obsession...'

Letting him die in the picturesque Xianfeng Temple is also a kind of favor.

The huge body walked towards the main hall, but it was silent. The monks of Xianfeng Temple wanted to keep their foundation, so they had to do their best!

.......................

Just when Xiao wanted to use more power, Xianfeng Temple had already paid the price in blood.

Fighting out alone, the blade was sharp, and Yuxian had just pierced through the monk Taro's head without even having time to pull it out, so he quickly jumped back and hid under the chest and belly of the corpse.

Boom boom boom.

Only a few muffled sounds were heard, and the back of the corpse was blown to pieces. Just tens of meters away, a group of monks wearing turbans were releasing black shadows.

The black shadow drew an arc in the air, trying to bypass the corpse and attack Yuxian behind. They combined bugs with bombs, which was a primitive guided weapon.

However, the flying bomb was still in the air, and several kunai had detonated it ahead of time. The monks wanted to release it again, but the afterimage in their eyes was getting bigger and bigger.

puff!

Yuxian nailed the monk in the center to a tree by throwing his Zen stick, and the monks scattered around with the screams, for fear of following in the same footsteps.

Taking advantage of this time, he took out the gourd at the back of his waist and poured it into his mouth vigorously to relieve the pain and fatigue in his body. Now the wound is not visible on the surface, but in fact he has been severely taught by these Buddhist masters with fists and feet.

After pausing for a moment, he felt the pain from the split sternum subside. He looked at the narrow mountain road in front of him, and slowly wrapped his hands with cloth strips to prevent the handle from slipping due to too much blood.

After finishing all this, I happened to see several monks coming down the mountain path, and further away, there were still purple figures swaying.

'Perhaps the bald donkeys who stayed behind at Mount Kumgang have come, that's okay, so the wolf won't die too many times! With a chuckle, he relaxed his mind, wiped the blade of the sword lightly with his glowing right hand, and Fubuki, which was full of thin gaps in the golden light, was intact again.

No matter how sharp the sword was, Yuxian was still waiting. He let go of his mind and threw another red candy into his mouth, his eyes were slightly red.

Yasha kills sugar!

This séance is more vicious than General Hum, and his thinking becomes chaotic, turning people into beasts that only know how to kill, but Yuzuru can still suppress it with perseverance and reason.

The monks had arrived, and Yuxian, who was clenching his teeth, turned his head and glanced at the corridor.

There are dozens of corpses lying down in the corridor, the ground and the ceiling are covered with blood, and the smell of blood is disgusting from the stumped limbs and broken arms everywhere, but now, Yuxian needs this kind of blood to let the killing intent come on Step up, make yourself stronger!

A strong enemy is ahead, and the retreat has been cut off, then——

Reckless in the past! !

call.......

There was a long inhalation sound, and the standing swordsman raised his head, the blood energy seemed to turn on the battle switch, and then...

kill! ! ! ! !

The master at the front raised his Zen staff and was about to smash the intruder's dog's head, but the latter, who was standing still, made a sudden move, which caught him by surprise.

clang!

The sparks were bright, and the heavy Zen staff was bounced away, rolled several times in the air and fell to the ground. The monk stared blankly at the hands whose jaws had been shattered, and the next moment his gaze was already flying in the air.

A knife owl head! The monks behind made gestures with the feet of Xianfeng, and were about to launch a set of kowtowing combos. They never thought that the headless body of the senior brother in front was still frozen in place, and the blade was already in front of them.

The dragon's nest flashes and bites!

The fast and fast sword, the murderous Jiexian used this trick exquisitely, without a bit of ingenuity, swinging the sword with madness and instinct.

Stabbing, smearing, cutting, chopping, the sword flashes again and again, there is no temptation, it is a quick chop and chop, the poor monks have just set up their postures, and the sharp blades have already slashed on their bodies.

How can a flesh and blood body compete with a long knife, let alone the phantom mixed with the sword light, before they can clearly identify it, hands, feet, and heads are flying all over the sky.

Kill one person in ten steps!The footsteps did not stop, and he walked while chopping, leaving only stumps and broken arms behind him. The slowest Taro soldier was holding a wooden shield. He only felt that after a few kung fu, the senior brothers in front were all turned into pieces of meat, with killing intent , Let this deformed child whose mind stays in childhood tremble with fright.

He only dared to hide his strong body behind the shield, thinking that he wanted to isolate the killing god.

Boom!

Unexpectedly, the opponent didn't even think about it, and hit the shield heavily, caught off guard, and the great force made Talang Bing fall on his back.His back hurts, but he has no chance to get up again, because the visitor ignored his own shoulder injury and pressed on Talang Bing's body, holding the blade with his backhand and stabbing down.

One knife after another, only the struggle and the continuous muffled sound, which has a unique rhythm.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Don't let that bastard get away!"

At the same moment, Zhengji led his subordinates and the monks in the main hall to gallop on the mountain road. The main hall to the corridor was like an 'L' shape. After his sight was blocked, he couldn't hear the shouts of killing, so he thought Yuzuru had already run away.

Passing through the side hall in the shape of "back", there is a wooden tower and a pool of water in front of it. A group of people waiting to be murderous rushed out from the gate of the side hall, but their movements stopped in unison, as if they had been cast in a fixed spell.

I saw corpses all over the wooden tower in front of me, the blue pool had been dyed red, and there was a blood man standing in the center of the corpses, and the red liquid was dripping from the sword.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Blood blossomed, and the person holding the knife suddenly moved, looking sideways at the dumbfounded solitary shadows and monks, and came slowly!

PS: Acute tonsillitis last night, coupled with a low-grade fever, I couldn’t sleep all night. I went to the hospital this morning to prescribe medicine and took sick leave, but I was still dizzy and my muscles were sore. I tried my best to get the second one out!

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The visitor was covered in blood and faced the black crowd with a knife in one hand. His expression was hard to see because of the tengu mask, but his eyes were terrifying.