Super Monk

"When you destroy my Ye family, you will know that one day, if you kill my Ye family, you will be a dead man!" Ye erzu said in a deep voice. Ye erzu's ideal is to become the new Chinese god of war after ye Tiannan. But how can a person who helps a monster to kill his family be recognized as the Chinese god of war? Therefore, the basin of dirty water ye erzu slaughters Ye's family should be on Zhao Fugui's head anyway.

"It's useless to talk more. The Ye family has miscalculated when they want to take my sword. The martial arts finally rely on their fists. Let me see what's outstanding about your Ye family's Kendo!" Zhao Fugui said flatly.

"It's going to rain!" At this time, the Buddhist monk Alan dari suddenly looked up at the sky and murmured that the white clouds in the sky, which had just been chased by Zhao Fugui, had been rapidly blackened, and the silver snakes were dancing in the dark clouds. The strong wind on the ground began to blow, and the slightly cold wind began to blow.

"Boom!" A silver dragon like lightning suddenly crossed the sky and hit a big tree on the hillside, which was surrounded by several people. The fire suddenly appeared from the tree, and the whole tree was directly cut in half by the waist and hit the ground heavily. This moment seems to be a signal of battle, Zhao Fugui and ye erzu shot at the same time.

Zhao Fugui stood up in the air with his hands on his back. He reached out and strode forward, as if the void had been torn and a sword more than ten feet long was cut out. The bright sword is more dazzling than the lightning. It seems that the lightning storm brewing between heaven and earth has been suppressed.

"The sword turns into a gang. It's hard and strong. Your Kendo is really interesting!" Ye erzu burst out laughing. Facing the sword, he didn't even get up. He also reached out and pointed it out. Only then could a stream of sword Qi burst out from his fingers. In the blink of an eye, the sword Qi tore the air and chopped Zhao Fugui with a huge scream. "Condense the sword into Gang, transform Gang into Qi, let me use this super Sky Sword Qi to understand your Zhan Tian sword Gang!"

Ye Tiannan's Kendo is called Shatian kendo. If ye erzu wanted to surpass ye Tiannan, he named his Kendo Chaotian Kendo, surpassing ye Tiannan's Shatian kendo.

In the blink of an eye, the two most powerful swordsmanship collided with each other. Ye erzu's strong sword Qi chopped on Zhao Fugui's sword gang. Zhao Fugui's sword gang was a little dark in an instant, and the sword Gang made a sharp howling sound, just like the sound of someone holding a sharp knife from the iron plate.

Ye erzu had a confident smile on his face. Everyone on the ground looked up at the sky. The sword spirit was even more than one kilometer away from them. However, these real warriors could still feel the terrible power of the sky. The leakage of the sword spirit seemed to stir their bodies to pieces.

"Click!" In the sky, Zhao Fugui's sword gang was a little dark, and then directly cut off ye erzu's sword Qi. The powerful sword Gang, with the power that seemed to kill everything, continued to cut off ye erzu.

"Zhao Fugui, the Chinese god of killing, really deserves his reputation. It seems that his strength is half step and half god. A half step and half god in his twenties is unheard of!" If Zhao congui and others look at these jokes, they will be shocked, and Zhao congui's eyes will be full of stupidity.

"Damn, how could he be so strong!" Uncle Tang's face suddenly becomes very ugly. He even wants to leave here immediately. Zhao Fugui's strength is beyond his expectation. Hong Gang's strength is greatly damaged now, but at least he is still alive and can barely support Hong Gang's face. But if he dies, Hongmen will be finished completely.

"Hum, your strength is beyond my expectation. If I give you a few more years, I'm afraid there will be nothing wrong with us old guys in this world!" Ye erzu's face was ugly. His face sank. He put his hand in his chest and said, "Chaotian Kendo, the world of mortals!"

Ye erzu stretched out his hand in front of him to stir the void. It was like playing a pipa, and there was a sharp hissing in the air. In mid air, the sword Qi chopped by Zhao Fugui suddenly gathered again. These sword Qi were like thousands of green silk twining around Zhao Fugui's sword gang.

In an instant, these sword Qi threads are just like steel wires. Zhao Fugui's sword Gang makes a "click click click" sound. In the blink of an eye, he is crushed by these sword wires.

Smashed the sword Gang, these sword Qi silk thread form a sword net in the mid air, directly cover to Zhao Fugui. This sword net seems ordinary, but its power can be shown by breaking Zhao Fugui's sword gang. I'm afraid that even if the sword net is shrouded in a huge metal block weighing one ton, it can cut the metal block into pieces.

"The sword is shining everywhere!" Zhao Fugui's brow slightly wrinkled. He now has very little Taoist power in his body. He only defends the strong and attacks the weak with his physical words. But he doesn't want to consume too much Taoist power, but wants to kill ye erzu with the least consumption. Zhao Fugui can't just think about ye erzu. Now the Lingwu sect is surrounded by wolves. Once he shows a little weakness and can't intimidate these real warriors, today's situation will be eroded immediately.

But ye er's strength is not weak. His cultivation has reached half step and half spirit, and kendo is no less than zhantian Jiujian. The Ye family use Kendo to suppress Zhenwu circle, and their Kendo is really not small. It seems that it is not so easy for Zhao Fugui to kill Ye Er with the least consumption.

Without using the last three swords of Zhan Tian Jiu Jian, Zhao Fugui's Taoist power consumption is very small. The sword gang was broken, and Zhao Fugui immediately began to use the zhantian nine swords.A bright sword light is accompanied by the "crackling" rain drops. Before the sword light falls, the overwhelming sword spirit of Zhan Tian fills the whole space. A little bit of sword spirit is even like a cold wind blowing through the faces of real martial artists, which makes them look shocked.

The bright sword fell down and turned into a sword silk all over the sky. The sword silk melted into the rain curtain, as if every raindrop was Zhao Fugui's sword. Originally, yaosifang could only be turned into 3000 sword threads, but after integrating into the rain, it turned water into sword, and there were more than thousands of sword threads.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" The sword rain takes shape. Zhao Fugui points out his hand and the sword rain rolls to ye erzu. The sword rain all over the sky is like the explosion of anti-aircraft guns on the ground, even dozens of armored vehicles will be directly exploded.

Jianyu sweeps the sword net in the blink of an eye, and the sword net gathered by Ye erzu trembles slightly. After Jianyu sweeps, the sword net disappears with the wind, and it can't stop Jianyu from sweeping.

"Good sword technique!" Ye erzu's look suddenly became dignified. He took a deep breath, pressed his hands slightly, as if holding the piano face. Then his hands suddenly played with it.