First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 284: The gods of the land

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Seeing Su Yi rushing towards, the white-browed old monk suddenly uttered a lion-roar-like Buddha sound:

"Wind, thunder and fire, kill!"

The "Fuhu Arhat Formation" composed of 18 monks set off a blazing Buddha light, which condensed into a phantom of a golden Buddha statue in the void, which was photographed with one palm.

That kind of power, oppressed the void, and the air burst.

Looking carefully, in that palm, there are hurricanes, thunderstorms, mountains, seas of fire and other forces flooding it, and the end is amazing.

Ning Sihua and the others looked at them from a distance, and they were all trembling with fear.

Too strong!

Eighteen innate martial arts from Shanglin Temple, who are far from being comparable to secular people in the same realm, but now form a battle formation, when they come out, is that kind of power unusual?

It's no wonder that the "Fuhu Arhat Formation" has the prestige enough to suppress the land gods!

About the same time—

Chong!

A low and clear sword groan sounded.

Seeing Su Yi's figure not dodging or escaping, he suddenly stepped into the air, and Xuanwu sword swept away in the air.

Shhh!

A wisp of sword energy appeared, translucent, crystal clear, and peerlessly sharp. When it swept through the void, it seemed to be able to split the heaven and the earth, and divide the turbid.

Then, the sword energy disappeared.

Su Yi's tall figure floated to the ground from the void.

Boom!

Just as Su Yi's figure stood firm, the force of the palm full of wind, thunder, earth and fire shattered like foam and collapsed like rain in front of him.

Following, the golden Buddha statue condensed by the Fuhu Arhat Formation snapped to pieces.

And then——

The monk Jueheng, who was in the battle, let out a scream: "How can this happen..."

The voice is still reverberating, its head is thrown into the air, blood is sprinkled in the void, and there is still surprise and confusion in the expression.

Boom!

A single hair moved the whole body. With Jue Heng's death, the entire "Fuhu Arhat Formation" also fell apart and collapsed.

Those monks with innate Martial Sect cultivation base are all staggering, their powers are all affected, their faces are shocked and angry, and the weather is uncertain.

One sword, breaking the battle formation, killing Jue Heng! !

That destructive scene made the old monk with white eyebrows and others shudder and almost couldn't believe it.

In their eyes, Su Yi only has the second-level master cultivation. How could they have thought that such a young robed boy would possess terrifying power?

Ning Sihua and the others were all in a trance, their expressions sluggish.

Such a dangerous battle formation was destroyed like this?

But for Su Yi, this step is really not too easy.

It's just a battle formation composed of warriors, at best it's a summation technique.

Only need to lock one of them with divine sense, shock their minds, and kill them with one more sword, and the entire battle formation will be self-defeating.

"Don't freeze."

Su Yi glanced at Ning Siu and the others helplessly, "To deal with these characters, do you want me to come alone?"

Ning Silu and the others were like waking up from a dream, with expressions of shame and embarrassment on their faces, and they hurriedly acted.

At the same time, Su Yi also held the Xuanwu sword and walked forward, wearing a blue shirt fluttering, seemingly leisurely and calm, but in fact, his huge qi had already been activated.

"Stop!"

A skinny monk shouted loudly, waved a crescent shovel, and attacked at the head, bringing the strong and domineering Gangsha power all over the sky.

Click!

Su Yi swung his sword, and the crescent shovel made of all kinds of spiritual materials was like paper paste. A Xiantian Wuzong who is far beyond the secular and the same realm, just beheaded like this, it is almost no different from killing chickens and monkeys.

"Kill!"

Two monks rushed up, one with a Zen staff and the other with a sword, with strong aura, not afraid of death.

But before they could get close, the monk holding the Zen staff was blocked by Ning Sijia.

And the monk holding the Jie Dao was smashed by a dense jade talisman of Yuandao, and suddenly the body burst out with destructive power such as thunder, flame, storm, sharp blade and so on.

In an instant, it was blasted to ashes, leaving no bones and dregs.

This shocking scene of domineering is naturally from Lan Suo, and there are more than a dozen valuable and expensive Yuan Dao secret talismans at once.

Taking advantage of this meeting, Su Yi has already broken through the siege, and Shi Shiran walked into the distance.

As for those monks, when they wanted to pursue them, they were all blocked by Ning Sihua, Mu Xi and Lan Su.

Especially Lan Suo~IndoMTL.com~ is the biggest threat to those monks. Not only are they covered with all kinds of spiritual treasures, but the Yuandao jade talismans are thrown out like they don't want money.

In just a few blinks of an eye, she was bombarded by a congenital martial sect, and many monks suffered trauma.

How could Mu Xi and Ning Siju miss such a meeting, they took advantage of it, one holding a golden war spear and the other wielding a blue flame and waning moon halberd, both of them showed their power with all their strength.

For a time, although the number of those monks was large, they were helpless. Instead, they were frequently killed by them.

Boom~~

The great hall is constantly bombarded, the treasure light is raging, and the torrent of power spreads.

The melee here is happening at the same time.

Su Yi has also arrived at the end of the hall, and his eyes are instantly locked on the young monk Jinghe.

"With your strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult to subdue this drop of true dragon blood."

My dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^