Chapter 458: The Staff of Buddha's Wrath

The figure of the ghost hand was like an angry arrow that shot out of the string, which quickly shocked Wen Xiangxin. He just had a flash in front of his eyes, and the ghost hand was already in front of him, a fist with a faint golden light, smashing towards his chest Come.

"Stand of Buddha's Wrath!"

Wen Xiangxin heard a loud shout from the ghost hand, and then saw an angry Buddha and the golden Zen staff swung by the Buddha again.

This time, the Zen staff was more powerful, more coercive, and more powerful, as if a mountain was toppled, pressing towards Wen Xiangxin.

Wen Xiangxin's pupils contracted, and he sensed that the power of the ghost hand's punch had exceeded the limit he could bear.

He really couldn't imagine how a mere Xuan-level elementary martial artist could explode with a combat power comparable to that of a Xuan-level perfect warrior.

Even if he has already comprehended some of the mysteries of the heaven-level exercises, it is impossible to use them for his own use in a short period of time and use them freely.

Seeing the unstoppable punch of the ghost hand, Wen Xiangxin subconsciously wanted to dodge, but found that his whole body was already under the shadow of the ghost hand's punch, and there was no chance to dodge, and he couldn't help feeling desperate.

"Fight!"

Wen Xiangxin was not reconciled to being caught without a fight. He let out a roar, his eyes were bloodshot instantly, and with a flick of his long sword, he moved straight forward and stabbed at the ghost's fist.

He did not hesitate to stimulate his own potential to fight against the ghost hand, wanting to fight to the detriment of both sides, and then let his disciples work together to kill the ghost hand and get rid of this fearsome enemy.

The wind of the ghost hand's fist, Wen Xiangxin's sword force, and the power of true essence released by the two swept up the snow within a radius of one foot, forming a snow curtain, blocking the eyes of the surrounding observers.

The disciples of Yanyu Building headed by Wen Xiangshan and Wen Xianghai stared at the snow curtain with wide eyes, not knowing how the host would win or lose, and felt anxious for a while.

Bang——

ah--

With a muffled sound and a miserable groan, a white figure flew upside down and landed in the snow several feet away, motionless, obviously dying on the spot.

"Landlord!"

When Wen Xiangshan, Wen Xianghai and others saw Wen Xiangxin being knocked into the air, they rushed forward to watch amidst the exclamation. When they saw Wen Xiangxin's death, they all gasped.

Wen Xiangxin turned his back to the sky, his seven orifices were bleeding, his chest almost completely collapsed, and his death was horrific.

The hilt of the soft sword in his hand was still in his hand, but the blade was broken and flew to nowhere.

The punch of the ghost hand not only broke Wen Xiangxin's soft sword, but also collapsed his chest, his internal organs were completely shattered, and the dead could not die again.

As the snow curtain fell, the figure of the ghost hand was revealed.

His right fist was still clenched tightly, but it seemed to be punctured, and it became bloody and bloody. Wen Xiangxin's severed sword passed through the clothes under his armpit, and if it deviated a bit, it would be able to pierce him through.

Ghost Hand's originally straight waist was slightly bent, panting heavily, and his clothes were soaked in sweat.

With that punch just now, he also tried his best. After killing Wen Xiangxin, his body felt hollowed out.

Seeing that the dozen or so Yanyulou disciples surrounding Wen Xiangxin's body suddenly turned their heads and looked at him with the same hatred, he knew that there was still a battle ahead and he must not slack off at this time, so he took out a white Yuanshi with his backhand and held it in his palm, silently Run the exercises to quickly absorb the gold energy contained in the white primordial stone.

The white primordial stone is a low-grade golden primordial stone. It was obtained by Fang Bai in the cave left by the heavenly warrior on his way to Yanjing for the first time. , I gave Guishou a few dollars for cultivation.

The primordial stones can be used to assist in cultivation, and can quickly replenish the spent vitality. Fortunately, Guishou still has a few gold primordial stones left on his body, otherwise he would have been really difficult to deal with more than a dozen Xuan-level warriors from the Misty Rain Tower.

"Dead...haha...dead..."

After Wen Shiba was captured by Fang Bai, he was tortured severely, and then his limbs were amputated by ghost hands. He could no longer practice ancient martial arts in this life, which made him almost mentally collapsed. Seeing his father's tragic death at this time, even more When stimulated, he suddenly became crazy, crying and laughing loudly.

"Sword Formation!"

Wen Xiangshan and Wen Xianghai saw that Wen Xiangxin, who was the most powerful in Yanyulou, was not the enemy of the ghosts, their expressions changed drastically, knowing that if they did not join forces, they might be defeated by everyone, they immediately shouted loudly.

Together with the two of them, the eighteen Xuan-level warriors of Yanyu Building each drew their soft swords from their waists, stretched their bodies, and surrounded them with ghost hands.

The "Storm Storm Sword Array" was born out of the "Eighteen Swords of Stormy Rain", and it is the unique skill of Yanyulou.

The eighteen Yanyulouxuan disciples who make up this set of formation swords usually only practice one sword each. When facing the enemy, eighteen people form a formation and attack together, and the eighteen swords are unleashed. The power is much stronger than when one person casts it. times, even if you meet a Xuan-level perfect warrior, you will have the power to fight.

Guishou was surrounded by eighteen disciples of the Xuan level of Yanyulou, pointed at his body with eighteen soft sword tips, and felt eighteen fierce and fierce sword energy permeating his body, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

If the combat power is at its peak, if the ghost hand dares to fight in this sword formation, even if it can't break the sword formation, at least it is sure to escape, but the battle between him and Wen Xiangxin just now cost a lot of real energy and combat power. It is less than half of the peak, and it is impossible to deal with this sword formation for too long.

"The wand of Buddha's wrath! Break it!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the opponent's sword formation had just formed and hadn't launched a joint attack, the ghost hand shouted and shot first, hoping to disrupt their formation and break out of the formation.

He threw out both fists, and the target of the attack was the two with the weakest martial aura among the eighteen disciples of Yanyu Building, trying to open a gap from them.

"hit!"

At the same time that the ghost hand made a move, Wen Xiangshan yelled, and stabbed out with a sword first.

This sword array moved the whole body, Wen Xiangshan stabbed out with a sword, and the soft swords of the other seventeen Yanyulou disciples also stabbed out at almost the same time.

Eighteen moves with different sword styles, criss-crossing, up and down strikes, engulfed in agitated true energy, swept towards the ghost hand in the formation with the force of a violent wind and rain, blocking all the ghost hand's way of life.

Ghost Hand's "Stand of Buddha's Wrath" is so powerful, even if he spends a lot of real energy, if he is alone against the enemy, a middle-level mysterious warrior will never be able to resist his punching power.

But in this sword formation, when he punched out with both fists, the strength of his fists seemed to sink into the sea. Apart from stopping the movement of the sword formation for a moment, it didn't have any greater effect.

Seeing the eighteen sword lights stabbing towards him, Ghost Hand's eyes suddenly widened, his aura instantly soared, and he was ready to use secret skills to stimulate his body's potential.

Although stimulating the body's potential will have great side effects, and even affect future cultivation, but at this time, in order to save his life, the ghost hand can't take care of it.

"Ghost Hand, don't be impulsive!"

At the critical moment, Fang Bai's voice rang like thunder in Guishou's ears.

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