Chapter 237: Massive Attack (4)
When Jian Wuming started to chase the three girls, Shenzui in the quiet room suddenly raised his head and shouted softly: "Your three little girls are in trouble."
"Outside the city, due north, twelve miles, go quickly!"
Shenzui mainly studied the skills of the Great Vajra Temple, and supplemented himself with many magical skills from other Buddhist sects. He is one of the most wise men in Buddhism, and his magical powers have reached the level of being enlightened by the gods.
After meeting the three women, they had some kind of "cause and effect" and "involvement" with him.
When the three women got into trouble, Shenzui was immediately moved, and on a whim, he 'sense'd' the place where they got into trouble.
Lu Yi rushed out of the quiet room without saying a word, looked to the north, and then jumped up suddenly.
With a loud bang, Lu Yi rushed up into the sky like a giant flea. He used too much force with his feet and blasted a large pit with a diameter of several feet at the door of the quiet room. Moreover, due to the huge force, the pit was still spreading rapidly in all directions.
Several fat monks from the Vajra Temple who were guarding the door of the quiet room pressed their hands together, and a large amount of golden light sprinkled down, forcibly sealing the rapidly expanding pit. The golden light lingered, and the earth surged, filling the pit again bit by bit.
Lu Yi jumped up to a height of thousands feet in the blink of an eye. His eyes shone with golden light. He glanced towards the north, shook his body, and punched diagonally upward and behind him.
There was another loud thunder, and Lu Yi's punch shattered the air within a radius of ten miles. A ball of white gas exploded, and his body was affected by the recoil force of the gas explosion. A white line was left, and it quickly shuttled through the void and dived towards a place in the north of the city.
Lu Fu’s power is too strong.
He dived too fast.
With just a "hiss", the clothes on his body began to smoke and catch fire due to the high-speed friction, and burned into a cloud of green smoke that drifted away.
In the midst of his busy schedule, Lu Yi cursed angrily, and the Vajra Armor flew out from the Beiming Ring and was quickly covered all over his body.
The sword lights of more than a hundred disciples of the Amitabha Sword Sect illuminated the void and fell on Qingyou and the other two girls.
Qingyou, Qingning and Qingmeng looked at the magnificent sword lights that filled the sky and shouted at the same time. Three green sword rainbows connected end to end and rushed head-on towards the sword lights above their heads according to the three directions.
In the notes of the ancestors of Qinglin Sword Pavilion, there is certainly the ancestral precept of "leave the green mountains", but there is also an ancestral precept teaching them that sword cultivators, when faced with desperate situations , must not bow their heads and admit defeat, but draw their swords and face death!
A true swordsman always has a strong and upright spirit in his bones.
The Small Three Talents Sword Formation was the only sword formation that could be set up among the sword formations handed down from generation to generation in the Qinglin Sword Pavilion, because there were only three Qinglin swords left from their ancestral flying swords in the Qinglin Sword Pavilion.
Three sword lights danced in a circle, and the sword power soared by 60% out of thin air.
But facing the joint attack of more than a hundred kendo masters who transformed themselves into sword lights, Qingyou's face turned pale. She knew that she and her two sisters would definitely not be able to stop it.
And these disciples of the Amitabha Sword Sect gave her a very bad impression.
The opponent's sword light is brilliant, but their sword intention and sword heart are evil and extreme, and they have already embarked on the wrong path of swordsmanship. Their sword tactics are good, but the people who control the sword have entered the evil way, then... they are the first class of evil demons!
Sword lights fell from the sky, and a burly figure suddenly stood in front of Qingyou and the other two girls.
Lime and lemon cheered in unison.
Qingyou shouted in shock: "Brother Lu, be careful!"
The disciples of the Amitabha Sword Sect cheered in unison, and bursts of sword energy spurted out, urging the sword light to chop down even more swiftly and fiercely.
They are all in the Fiery Realm.
Most of them are at the peak of the Fiery Realm.
A small part is half-step planting of golden lotus.
This is also the limit of the number of foreign cultivators that Jishengtian can accommodate now!
They sensed from Lu Yi's breath that he was only at the Fiery Fire Realm, with powerful fluctuations of mana in his body and rich essence, energy and blood. However, he did not have the mysterious feeling of a person who planted the Golden Lotus, with his soul restrained and his essence, energy, and mana fluctuations fully contained.
They laughed in unison, as if they saw Lu Yi being chopped into pieces.
More than one hundred people at the peak of the Fiery Fire Realm and those who are half a step away from growing golden lotus besieged a native cultivator at the Fiery Fire Realm... This scene was cruel, but they liked it very much!
Lu Yi swooped down from the sky.
When he was about to land, a cloud of water rose up under his feet and blocked his flying body.
The water clouds exploded and turned into strong winds that whistled and shot towards him. The broken strong winds collided with the sword lights, and there was a constant "clang" sound. The sword lights were torn into pieces, and the disciples of the Mituo Sword Sect vomited blood one by one.
The strong wind continued to move forward with a terrifying loud noise. Dozens of disciples of the Mituo Sword Sect were unable to dodge and were hit by the strong wind. They were blown into pieces and turned into a bloody mist on the spot.
Lu Fu himself is not heavy.
But the diamond armor on his body weighs as much as an elephant!
He used magic to create rising water clouds to block Lu Yu's momentum of falling from the sky. All of his potential energy was converted by Lu Yu into terrible kinetic energy, which turned into strong winds and shot forward.
The weight of an elephant, plus the high speed at which Lu Qi dived from the sky, what a terrifying amount of energy that was.
Strong gusts of wind flew everywhere, and the sword lights of the disciples of the Amitabha Sword Sect were like being hit in the face by a heavy punch with a force as heavy as several elephants.
Poor disciples of the Amitabha Sword Sect, their skills are almost the same as Xie Fugui's true teachings of the Demon Puppet Sect. They have only ignited more than twenty acupoint furnaces. The best of their physical functions is at the level of two or three hundred dragons in the Fiery Realm.
The inner sect's authentic skills of the Amitābha Sword Sect are of a similar level to the complete version of the "Dragon-Tiger Vajra Body" of the Great Vajra Temple.
However, the Mahavira Temple is a specialized Buddhist physical training place that emphasizes a strong body and great strength, and all the monks that are trained there become fat and strong.
The skills of the Amitabha Sword Sect nourish the spirit, nourish the qi, and warm the sword energy.
Their skills in tempering the body are definitely not as good as the complete version of "Dragon-Tiger Vajra Body" in the Great Vajra Temple, and it is impossible to reach the level of Thousand Dragon Power in the perfect state of "Dragon-Tiger Vajra Body".
That is to say, sword cultivators still attach great importance to their physical bodies.
They were replaced by the formation masters of the Xuanji Sect, the talisman masters of the Tianfu Sect, the puppet masters of the Mokui Sect, and other strange monks. They paid more attention to the training of their souls. When they were in the Fiery Realm, their bodies could have the power of a hundred dragons, which was considered very good.
So... facing the terrifying and deliberately stirred up gale by Lu Yi, dozens of disciples of the Amitabha Sword Sect died miserably.
In Lu Yi's mind, the enhanced version of the skills derived from the Three-Eyed God-Man Diagram, combined with the initiation and power transmission by the old monks Shenzui at all costs, eventually created a terrifying freak in the Fiery Realm!
With Lu Yu's current physical strength, he might be able to fight against a powerful cultivator at the level of Golden Lotus or even a higher level!
A mere Fiery Realm...
"You are so weak!"
Lu Yu growled in a low voice: "Who gave you the courage to attack my people on my territory?"
Green wind patterns lit up on Lu Yi's body.
The power of wind was infused into the Vajra Armor, and green wind patterns flashed on the five Vajra reliefs at the same time.
Lu Yi's speed became extremely fast.
He was wearing armor as heavy as an elephant, yet his speed was slightly faster than the sword flashes of the disciples of the Amitābha Sword Sect.
He was like a mountain running at full speed, and with a terrifying 'boom' sound, he rushed towards the disciples of the Amitabha Sword Sect.
No supernatural powers.
No moves.
He just rushed forward so savagely, brutally and recklessly.
Sword lights fell on the heavy armor and were smashed into pieces. Disciples of the Amitabha Sword Sect vomited blood. Lu Yi crossed his shoulder and slammed into their chests, smashing them into pieces and turning them into a large ball of blood mist.
"This is too bullying!" Qing Ning and Qing Meng put away their swords and simply squatted on the ground, holding their chins with their hands and looking up at Lu Yi flying in the sky.
"Really, it's very bullying." Qingyou sighed, "I remembered that when I was seven years old, the puppy of the mountain guard dog raised by my eldest cousin was ignorant and sneaked up from behind to bite the hind paw of my father's big blue horse... and ended up getting a hoof kicked in the face... It was so miserable, so miserable!"
A huge alien horse weighing several thousand pounds gave a little puppy a hard kick!
Tsk, what Lu Yi is doing now is quite similar to the sad scene that Qingyou saw back then...
However, the little puppy was finally saved after emergency treatment.
And these disciples of the Amitabha Sword Sect...
There were continuous popping sounds, and they didn't even have a chance of rescue.
More than a hundred disciples of the Amitabha Sword Sect were slaughtered in an instant, leaving only two young men who were half a step away from growing golden lotus. They knelt on the ground trembling, lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Lu Yi.
Lu Yi stopped and stood in front of the two men, his feet suspended half an inch off the ground.
"Tell me your identities and origins... well, hand over your storage rings and stuff first."
Lu Yi spread out his big hands.
To the south, in the direction of Wuzhou City, the sound of a high-pitched alarm bell could be heard, and bloody smoke rose into the sky. The roars of the eighteen great monks who had followed Shenzui to Wuzhou City could be heard: "Buddha, have mercy on me. What are you evil demons doing here?"
Lu Yu raised his eyebrows.
This statement is very Buddhist. No matter who the other party is, they will first label him as an "evil heretic". Lu Yi inexplicably likes this approach.
He moved very lightly and poked a finger at the two disciples of the Amitabha Sword Sect, directly shattering the sword energy condensed in the furnaces of several acupoints between their hearts and lungs, causing the two men to vomit blood and faint on the ground.
“Qingyou, please take these two guys back… Also pick up the storage rings on the ground and the flying swords that weren’t broken. They’re all valuable stuff!”
Lu Yi nodded to Qingyou and the other two girls, then he took a big step forward, stepped on the water and rushed straight towards the south wall of Wuzhou City.
The big parrot flew high above Lu Yi's head.
The caracal brought up a streak of silver light, and its running speed was not much slower than Lu Yi's cloud light.
On the south wall of Wuzhou City, twelve fat monks, carrying Zen sticks and standing at the entrance of the city gate tower with bare chests, stared with wide eyes at the disciples of the Demon Puppet Sect, the Heavenly Talisman Sect, and the Xuanji Sect who were approaching little by little.
In the metal city of the Demon Puppet Sect, a young man in red shouted sternly: "Stop talking nonsense and hand over our people first. Otherwise, we will capture the city and kill all of you."
