Super Monk

Seven evil spirits sword shoots, front and back, left and right, all directions are occupied, Zhao Fugui can't retreat, can't evade. Looking at the seven evil spirits sword shooting, Zhao Fugui's face showed a dignified look, and the Yin God sitting in the sea opened his eyes instantly.

"Get up!" Zhao Fugui looks dignified and low drinks. The Taiji Figure under the Yin god suddenly escapes, and it is like a canopy on Zhao Fugui's head. The Taiji diagram is full of light in an instant, and the Yin and yang fish rotate and swim rapidly. A strong suction appears from the Taiji diagram, one palm Yin and one palm Yang, and the rotation of yin and Yang is endless.

"Hum!" The huge suction immediately covers the seven magic swords, and the seven magic swords suddenly condense. All of them fly to Taiji map. The seven evil swords of the ancestor are dragged away by Taiji map.

"Boom!" The first angry sword bumps into the Tai Chi diagram first. The Tai Chi diagram trembles fiercely and gives out a huge roar. The light suddenly darkens. Then the second greedy sword bumps into the Tai Chi diagram. The greedy sword is broken by the rotation of yin and Yang in the Tai Chi diagram, but the light of the Tai Chi diagram is even dimmer.

"Boom boom!" In the blink of an eye, the third hate sword also bumps into the Tai Chi diagram. The light of the Tai Chi diagram is dim, but the hate sword is still smashed. The fourth envious sword and the fifth bitter sword hit the Taiji diagram. The Taiji diagram made a loud noise, and the aura on it was almost broken. The envious sword was smashed, but the bitter sword was inserted in the middle of the Taiji diagram.

"Click, click, click!" Taiji diagram seems to be a gear stuck by something. It's hard to turn it. It wants to smash the bitter sword. But the bitter sword has just been smashed in half. The killing sword appears instantly and stabs the Taiji diagram fiercely.

"Bang!" The Taiji diagram makes a huge noise. It is chopped by the sword in an instant. Only a little light is left to escape back to Zhao Fugui's Zhihai. It reluctantly reveals the image of Taiji diagram. It runs slowly under Zhao Fugui's Yin God. It seems that it is the same as the gold pagoda. It can't be used any more in a short time.

"In the end, I just set foot in the little holy land, not even in the little holy land of Chengdu. It's still hard to push this Taiji diagram. I can only block the five swords of the current myth!" Zhao Fugui said to himself.

"Hum!" All this just happened in the blink of an eye. The sword killed the Taiji diagram and continued to cut Zhao Fugui in an instant. As soon as Zhao Fugui calmly points out, the Buddha treasure in the hand of the Yin god suddenly escapes, and a little aura suddenly appears. The bright golden Buddha palm appears again and pats the sword fiercely.

"Boom!" The killing sword stabs the Buddha's palm instantly, and a little black light appears in the center of the Buddha's palm. The killing sword stabs into the palm of the Buddha's palm, and then it is smashed by the Buddha's palm. Almost at the same time when the killing sword is smashed, the dead sword appears silently and cuts on the Buddha's palm mercilessly.

The seven evil spirits' swords are different in strength. Among them, the killing sword and the dead sword are the strongest. The dead sword is especially stronger. It's the strongest killing move of Laozu. The dead sword was cut on the Buddha's palm. The golden light on the Buddha's palm was dim for a moment. It seemed that even Daoli could not resist the magic sword.

"Why? This magic sword can draw vitality Zhao Fugui's face showed a look of surprise. The golden light on the Buddha's palm faded quickly. The dead sword almost cut the Buddha's palm. The vitality on the Buddha's palm was quickly extracted. In a flash, the Golden Buddha's palm turned into a huge palm with only white bones left, and then it was cut by the dead sword. The dead sword turned into a dark streamer and pierced Zhao Fugui's body.

"Kill the gods!"

The death sword is the great sword of the seven evil spirits. With his power to break through the myth of the world, this sword can destroy all life, even the Buddha's palm can't resist it. Even if Zhao Fugui had set foot in the small holy land, he didn't want to use his body to join the sword.

Zhao Fugui instantly kneaded a sword, an ancient sword escaped, with a very powerful sword to the dead sword. Zhantian nine swords, the ninth sword, kill the gods.

"Boom!" The fierce sword light cuts on the silent and dark dead sword instantly. The evil flame on the dead sword soars, interwoven with Daoli's madness. The dead sword has the breath of devouring all life, and even wants to devour the ancient sword. Although Laozu has set foot in the realm of contemporary myth, his strength is still inferior to that of Zhao Fugui.

The sword of chopping God shines brightly, and the powerful sword cuts open the dead sword. The dead sword is cut into pieces and disappears into the invisible.

"Zhao Fugui, it's hard to get rid of this hatred by pouring all the water from the three rivers. I'm sure I'll get it back. You wait!" Lao Zu roared wildly. This guy escaped from the devil under Zhao Fugui's seven swords. He watched the seven evil swords being broken. Even the strongest dead sword was also cut by Zhao Fugui. Lao Zu stared at Zhao Fugui and roared angrily. Then he turned into a light and fled to the distance. When he ran for his life, Lao Zu's speed was amazing.

"Want to escape? You can't escape Zhao Fugui shakes in the void, grabs the direction of the devil's escape, and defeats the devil in one breath.

Zhao Fugui's hand print is not a martial art, but a magic power. When Zhao Fugui claps it, the ghost that the ancestor escaped from is powdered in the twinkling of an eye and dissipates between heaven and earth. The ancestor of the tiger demon alchemy sect was completely killed, and even a wisp of demons could not escape.

For decades, he lived in the tiger demon alchemy sect for more than 100 years, plundering the vitality of many strong people's essence and blood. Finally, he died completely, even though his magic skill was mysterious, he could not escape a ray of life.

"My grandfather died? Is Lao Zu really dead The disciples of the tiger demon alchemy sect were completely desperate. Their ancestors had achieved great success in martial arts, cultivated seven evil spirits, and achieved the current myth, but they died completely."He has the power of the current myth. He is not a half step myth at all. He is a real tianbang strongman!" A Dharma protector murmured in despair.

"It's a supernatural power. He uses supernatural power. He's not a warrior. He's a monk!" The great heavenly king, the protector of the tiger demon alchemy sect, howled in horror.

Didn't friars disappear completely between the heaven and the earth thousands of years ago? Why do monks still exist, and they are comparable to those in the myth of the time. Does not it mean that such middle and high-level monks have long been impossible to appear? The aura between heaven and earth is about to dissipate. How can such a monk be born?

"Everywhere!"

Zhao Fugui coldly made a sword decision. A thousand millionths of light appeared from behind him in an instant. Countless tiny swords swept all over the tiger demon alchemy sect in an instant. A big hole suddenly appeared on the forehead of the Dharma protector. His desperate expression slowly stopped, and the dead body slowly fell down. All the remaining disciples of the tiger demon alchemy sect were with him The king of France came to the same end.

The tiger demon alchemy sect was destroyed, and all the disciples of the mountain remained. Zhao Fugui looked at the Mountain Gate of tiger demon alchemy sect with indifference, and walked slowly to the distance with his hands on his back. After a few steps, he disappeared in the distance.