Super Monk

"I think you'll be willing to say it!" Zhao Fugui's face showed a smile, and his hand moved slightly. The Wushang sword appeared from his hand, and a strong sword was sent out wantonly.

Miao Yu's strength is constantly rising, which is equivalent to Luo Tianjun's level. Maybe it's OK to deal with other rebel generals, even other five dragon hall monks, but he just met Zhao Fugui.

"When you are dead, go to the hell hall to inquire about it." Miao Yu gave a ferocious smile and a fierce meal at his feet. Zhao Fugui rushed over directly, and the bronze eyebrow club in his hand swept out.

A surge of power spurted out, which seemed to arouse the tide of Nujiang River. No wonder this fake Miaoyu dared to sneak into the rebel camp to disguise himself as Miaoyu. It turned out that this guy had a secret skill to arouse the power of the river, and borrowed the power of the river to bless himself.

Miao Yu not only has his own strength, but also has the power of Nujiang River, which enables him to improve the strength of Yipin.

But this strength is still not enough in Zhao Fugui's eyes.

"Dang!"

The bronze Qimei stick and the supreme Sabre collided with each other, making a dull sound. Miao Yu's face changed and a look of horror flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that Zhao Fugui's strength was so powerful. His own strength and the tide borrowed from Nujiang River could not suppress Zhao Fugui, and even was directly suppressed by Zhao Fugui.

Fake Miao Yu's face changed slightly. The Qimei stick in her hand was like a stick. It was like the tide, and it kept coming to Zhao Fugui. However, Zhao Fugui was like a reef on the coast, and the tide could not shake Zhao Fugui.

Fake Miao Yu attacked dozens of sticks in a row, but not only failed to make Zhao Fugui step back, but the mouth of the tiger on his hand burst and blood flowed continuously.

"Hum, I didn't expect that your strength was so strong. I underestimated you!" Fake Miao Yu looks ugly and says coldly at Zhao Fugui.

"If you only have this ability, you'd better give up your hands now, otherwise you'll have to die, and there must be only one life for the demon clan, right?" Zhao Fugui said lightly.

"There are several lives of the demon clan that have nothing to do with you, but my demon clan can definitely dominate the three realms again!" Fake Miao Yumeng took a deep breath, and his whole body was full of monstrous gas. The monstrous gas rose up, and in a twinkling, it was like a canopy. Then the thick monstrous gas like a canopy began to burn.

Fake Miaoyu gave a shrill wail. His evil spirit was burning, and his blood essence was burning. The evil spirit and blood essence began to promote his strength. The smell of fake Miaoyu began to rise, and soon reached the peak.

"Burning evil spirit, essence and blood, the final burning is actually their own life, with burning their own life to improve strength!" Zhao Fugui's eyes are slightly cold, and he has seen the way to use the fake Miaoyu.

"Yes, burn my life and improve my strength. The shorter my life is, the stronger my strength will be. When my life is only one year and one hour a day, my strength will reach the peak!"

Fake Miao Yu stares at Zhao Fugui with a ferocious face. He steps on Zhao Fugui and rushes directly to him.

"Click!"

On the ground, Miao Yu's figure turned into a remnant and appeared directly in front of Zhao Fugui's eyes.

"Dang!"

The Qimei staff and the supreme Sabre collided with each other. A wave of air swept out and hit the rocks on the side of the river. The rocks were smashed silently. The Qimei staff in Miao Yu's hand buzzed. Even the light of the supreme Sabre was a little dim.

"Ha ha, die for me!"

Miao Yu laughs wildly. The Qimei staff in her hand is more powerful than before. She smashes the supreme Sabre hard again. The supreme Sabre collides with the Qimei staff, and Zhao Fugui's figure finally shakes.

Miao Yu's crazy look in his eyes is more and more obvious, and his momentum is also more and more strong, which shows that he is still burning his blood essence life, exchanging his life for strength.

Just not long, Miao Yu's situation is the same now, he is gambling that he can kill Zhao Fugui before his life is burned clean.

As long as she can kill Zhao Fugui, Miao Yu can take all kinds of elixirs that can increase Shouyuan, and even all kinds of real natural materials and local treasures, such as flat peach or ginseng fruit. There are so many natural materials and local treasures that can increase Shouyuan in this world.

But if Miao Yu can't kill Zhao Fugui before Shouyuan runs out, then he will have no other result.

Miao Yu's second strike, Zhao Fugui's body slightly shaking, the third strike, Zhao Fugui's body back a step, the fourth strike, Zhao Fugui's brow wrinkled.

"Ha ha ha, I'll kill you in five strokes!" Miao Yu saw Zhao Fugui frown, proud of a grimace, his body finally appeared signs of decline, although the body decline, but Miao Yu's breath strength is more and more powerful, his strength is becoming stronger and stronger.

"Can your Shouyuan stick to five more blows?" Zhao Fugui looked at Miao Yu indifferently and said faintly."Try and you'll know!" Miao Yu roared, and another stick was smashed down. This stick was like the stick of lifting heaven, sweeping the world. It even had the power of sun Dasheng's Ruyi golden cudgel.

"Dang!"

This time, the strength of Zhao Fugui's feet suddenly leaked, and his legs stepped into the rocks by the river.

In the sixth strike, Zhao Fugui's body trembled slightly, and the armor of the red army suddenly cracked.

In the seventh strike, Zhao Fugui's tiger's mouth directly cracked, and a stream of blood slowly fell down his hand.

In the eighth strike, Zhao Fugui snorted. The Dharma body of the star Tao body had already been in his hand. A trace of blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth. Even the light of the supreme Sabre was dim to the extreme, and a crack appeared on the sabre.

The tide on the Bank of the Nujiang River is surging, and the wind is howling on the river. The roaring sound is like the roar of gods and demons, and countless gods and Demons howl in the river.

"Die for me!"

Miao Yu's Qimei stick is shining to the extreme, and the huge Qimei stick even has the power of the whole world. When Miao Yu's ninth shot down, the Nujiang River is close to this side of the river. The wind is calm and the waves are quiet, and it seems that the river is tamed like an angry dragon.

In Miao Yu's eyes, the light of excitement is more and more obvious. He thinks that his blow is enough to completely smash Zhao Fugui's body into meat mud.

"It's worthy of being a demon monk who can fight with daomen!"

Aware that the Dharma body had been injured, Zhao Fugui shook his head slightly, and then a light golden light appeared directly from him.