The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

When she spoke, the voice was still on Chu Heng's side. Qin Mengyao walked towards the Eighteen Arhats step by step, and said softly, "In this case, only the uncle Mengyao will fight in her place!"

After saying this, Qin Mengyao walked up to the master of the Buddhist sect and stood still. ~)

Xuan Ci was always proud of his strategy last night, he felt that he had abolished a general on Chu Heng's side.

But today, seeing Qin Mengyao standing in front of him, he suddenly realized what he had overlooked.

How can I be so confused!

Although Qin Mengyao was seriously injured by that person, Chu Heng is a master of medicine!

Such a situation is simply shooting yourself in the foot!

Thinking about throwing away his old face yesterday, he didn't expect that at most he would delay his own defeat for a day.

"You, aren't you a great master?"

Xuanci looked at Qin Mengyao and asked with trembling lips.

Originally, defeat was nothing to Xuan Ci.

But when he took the victory too seriously, he had already entered a paranoid state.

In fact, he can't blame him entirely, because there are so many masters in this Buddhist sect, and he, a small master in the middle stage of the master realm, will definitely not be able to convince the crowd if he becomes the leader of the Buddhist sect.

Because of this, he pays special attention to every battle, and he doesn't want any accidents to happen!

He used such means to maintain his dignity. (—)

Unfortunately, yesterday, his majesty seemed to have lost its effect.

Qin Mengyao looked at Xuanci's pitiful appearance, and shook her head lightly: "Master, I am laughing at you. Although Mengyao is Shi Feixuan's uncle, her strength is only at the peak of the master realm!"

The pinnacle of the master realm! ! !

A peak master who can escape from the sweeping monk! ?

Xuanci looked at Qin Mengyao with helplessness in his eyes.

Just like the strange strength of the sweeping monk, the Qin Mengyao in front of him is also a freak.

The last hope was shattered, but Xuan Ci knew that the battle in front of him might be completely unavoidable.

"Amitabha, this battle..."

Looking at Qin Mengyao, Xuanci still wanted to rack his brains to think of a way to escape.

But at this moment, the people on Shenshan let out a long roar,

"This battle, so be it!"

After saying this, the people on Shenshan directly rolled up their sleeves and attacked Qin Mengyao.

Seeing that even the people on Shenshan despised him, Xuanci smiled wryly, but the powerful vajra palm moved quietly.

Eighteen Arhats' attacks were still the same as yesterday, with continuous storms and torrential rain.

But who is Qin Mengyao?

Without waiting for Qin Mengyao to make a move, the Sekong sword came out of his hand, spinning around Qin Mengyao at an extremely fast speed, and where the Sekong sword went was exactly where the Eighteen Arhats attacked.

Although the attacks of the Eighteen Arhats are continuous like lanterns, even though the attacks of the Eighteen Arhats have a special rhythm, each attack can be strengthened bit by bit under a strange fluctuation.

But no one wants their fists to touch this Sekong Sword, which is famous for its sharpness and special ability to break the body's infuriating energy!

Don't be surprised if you are not surprised, the blame will defeat you!

Qin Mengyao didn't even raise her eyelids, she just stood there so easily, and let her Sekong sword block all these attacks.

"This, is this a ghost? Why is it so magical!?"

"That sword, wouldn't it be a divine weapon? It would automatically protect the Lord?"

"Sacred weapon, you ghost! I'm afraid it's the method of volleying the sword! There are rumors in the sect that such a method exists, but I didn't expect that I could see it today!"

The master of Buddhist sect is well-informed and quickly understood what Qin Mengyao's current situation was all about.

But it was one thing for them to know of such a situation, and quite another to be able to not be alarmed by it.

After all, people who can volley swords only existed in legends in the past.

Just seeing Qin Mengyao's flying sword in the air, all the fighting courage in Xuanci's heart has disappeared.

Unfortunately, this time, Qin Mengyao will not have any verbal communication with them.

Qin Mengyao sighed, then twisted her right hand into a sword finger, sliding a beautiful arc in the air.

Following the slide of this arc, the Sekong sword seemed to disappear suddenly, but at the next moment 0.6 appeared in front of Xuanci's eyes like lightning!

Xuanci was terrified, and Fang wanted to retreat quickly, but the cold light flashed past, and in the next moment, he had already appeared in front of the people on the mountain.

The Buddha said that a flick of a finger is sixty moments.

Perhaps, at this moment, it refers to the speed of the Sekong sword!

A sword glow moved quickly through the eighteen arhats like lightning. The speed of this sword even surpassed the reaction of the eighteen arhats. I only felt a gleam of cold light in front of my eyes, but the next moment, I was plunged into boundless darkness.

After snapping his fingers, the Sekong sword was in Qin Mengyao's hands again.