Chapter 612 Two Evils Kill Each Other
"One arrow."
Li Xuanfeng stood in the air, his white armor was grim, the lines on his face were bright, his long eyebrows were relaxed, his face was covered with white energy, as if it was cut by a knife, and his eyes were watching quietly.
Flowers of petals fell from the sky behind him, which was the strange phenomenon of the death of Master Shi Xiu. Li Xuanfeng's arrow made the sky turn white, and the master did not even have the chance to reincarnate, and died in the air.
Everyone stared blankly, and there was silence in the south and north of the Yangtze River. Only the roar of water hitting the rocks on the shore was faintly heard, and the river was booming, and countless eyes fell on that place.
"One arrow killed him."
Many people who practiced Qi in the fetal breath didn't know why, and they just watched Shi Xiu's side fall. The south cheered and jumped for joy, and the north was either silent or gnashing their teeth, cursing the devil, and most of their voices were very low.
The foundation-building people were quiet.
Everyone was a well-known figure in the south and north of the Yangtze River. After the battle between the north and the south, most of their horizons were broadened. There were examples of killing foundation-building people with one shot.
Several famous figures in the North-South dispute: Tuoba Chongyuan, Tang Shedu, Lingu Rao, and even the Murong family. Ordinary people in the early stage of foundation building could not survive a single round in their hands... Li Xuanfeng himself became famous for killing Murong Wu in half a minute.
Although the twelve mages were strong and weak, they were not equal in strength, but the one who killed the mage with one arrow was an orthodox cultivator of [Kong Wu Dao]...
The most difficult part of the mage path was the reincarnation method. Unless the mage was destroyed in an instant, many back-up plans would surely be able to revive from the body of the believers. It was unbelievable that the mage was destroyed in one arrow. Everyone even had the same thought at the same time:
"Could it be that the spell activated a special purple mansion talisman attached to the arrow?"
"Is this person Li Xuanfeng? Or did he release some evil spirit?"
The mage holding the tower was shot and destroyed by an arrow, which was not just a matter of killing one person. The [Hui Xu Fu Mo Da Zhen] was scattered, and the [Kong Xi Jiang Mo Bowl] had no chance to condense. The eleven people all changed color and looked at the rain of flowers in shock and pain.
"Xu Mo has returned to the land..."
Suspicion and suspicion arose for a moment, and the remaining eleven mages also had doubts. The entire Jiangnanbei seemed to be suppressed by something for a moment, and no one moved, except for the man in white armor who moved the string in his hand.
"Buzz!"
The white bow instantly turned into a full moon, and the eleven people felt like they were pierced by a sharp edge. They all broke out in sweat. Their hands moved for a moment, and no one had time to cast a spell, and a fragrance had already hit them.
The sky became bright again.
"Too fast!"
The magic weapon of the mage who was holding the ring was shot by Li Xuanfeng. His face was pale, and he suddenly froze. Another flower rain fell from the sky, mixed with large and small nectar like jade beads, and the sky was full of auspicious light, and everyone's heart was chilled.
"Another arrow!"
Only ten of the eleven mages in the air remained. These ten people had nothing in their heads, only one word:
"Run!"
Faster than them were the monks in the north. As early as the sound of the string, the demonic clouds in the north had been illuminated by the sun like the remaining snow. Countless escape lights suddenly appeared, densely packed with colors in the sky, all heading north.
"Swish..."
The monks on the entire north bank retreated together, all kinds of magic weapons soared into the sky, scrambling to go north, and the foundation building in the sky disappeared in a breath, while the fetal breathing, Qi training and monks under their feet were completely in a mess, rising or falling, and colliding with each other crookedly.
The northern forces were already mixed, and this collapse was like a dam collapse, with thousands of miles of water flowing out. There were still greedy people who took advantage of the chaos to attack each other, flashing blood in the sky, and still mixed with shouts:
"Go quickly!!"
"Go to Bian Yanshan... The Bian Yanshan formation is broken..."
The north bank, which had been shrouded in magic smoke for a long time, finally recovered, leaving only blood all over the ground. Even the bodies of the dead were taken away in full use, and there was nothing else except the red and black color all over the ground.
The group of cultivators in the north retreated, but the ten mages in the air did not move their positions. They all looked at it with stiff expressions. Not only the remaining ten people, but also the mages who came later were frozen in place, unable to move.
Si Yuanli's joy froze on his face, looking at the horizon, a layer of color was emerging little by little, brilliant and shining, hanging in the distant sky, like an eye, staring down coldly.
"That Maha... is watching with his own eyes!"
Si Yuanli's family background is rich, and he recognized him at a glance. He suddenly lowered his head, slightly panicked, and immediately understood why the masters did not run:
"It's not that they can't, but they dare not..."
The Seven Phases of Buddhism and Taoism, one level higher can crush people to death. The masters are in the hands of this Maha from head to toe, and even their fates. It has nothing to do with them. How can they escape?
The suffocating oppression echoed for a moment, and the people on the south bank gradually realized that something was wrong. They saw that the colorful light in the sky echoed with the ground. The sky was summoned and a little light appeared.
This light broke through the air and turned into purple and black. It expanded rapidly in the air, revealing a purple bowl with two circles of black edges. There was no spell, and the bowl mouth was surprisingly black.
"The true form of the [Empty Demon Subduing Bowl]!"
This Buddhist vessel was gradually taking shape. The oldest mage at the head put his hands together and whispered:
"This demon is so fierce that it has been sent back to my junior brother... Everyone, the secular world is empty. It's time for us to suppress the demon with our bodies and return to the Buddhist land!"
His face was normal and his words were fluent. It was obvious that he had practiced to the end. However, six of the remaining nine people lowered their eyebrows, revealing a hint of fear and panic.
But no matter how scared they were, even if they would be shot to ashes in the next second, the cultivators did not hesitate at all. They formed seals together and gave up the idea of escaping at the same time.
This Maha did not take action, but just watched, and all the mages lost the right to escape. Even the mages on both sides who were not from the same sect lost their freedom for a moment and stood there blankly.
These ten people refused to dodge, Su Xikong's true form was moving, the magic body was filled with colorful lights, and many magic weapons were launched, and they were all forced towards the white-armored man in the air.
"Senior brother! Since there is no chance of escape... this opportunity must at least fall into my own hands!"
Several whispers appeared in the ears of the leading mage, and his smooth face sank slightly. Of course he understood what his junior brother meant.
When Li Xuanfeng retreated from the northern troops, the cause and effect on him became more and more terrifying, and every time he killed one of the twelve people, the cause and effect became more and more entangled.
Even if only one or two of the ten people survive in the end, as long as they can kill Li Xuanfeng, there will be endless feedback immediately, but there will be fewer people to share the profits... I am afraid that they will be able to achieve Lianmin immediately, and their future is boundless!
The ten people knew that they could not retreat, so they decided to fight to the death. They drove up together and headed forward, closing the distance at high speed.
Of course Zhu Xiu knew that Li Xuanfeng was not weak at close range, but no matter how weak he was, how could he compare to the bow in his hand?
Now they are fighting with spells from a distance, only to be shot to death one by one. Gritting their teeth and facing the pressure, they move forward and shout in cold voices:
"The devil will be punished!"
"Buzz..."
Li Xuanfeng's eyes only glanced across the sky. Although he had not read as many ancient books as Si Yuanli, Maha had also seen it with his own eyes. The white bow in his hand once again stretched into a full moon.
"puff!"
[Kong Xi Demonic Bowl] has not yet fully appeared, flowers rained in the sky. The remaining nine monks did not look back at all, they had already rushed in front of them. The faces of men and women were clearly visible, with gold powder scattered on their faces, and their teeth. Bright gold in color, with angry eyes and brows.
The face that came towards me had a ferocious gaze, slightly protruding eyes, extremely obvious brow bones, bulging muscles, and full of evil energy. It really looked like a King Kong with angry eyes.
Li Xuanfeng's eyes were cold and hard, and his iron-like gaze penetrated him at a glance. He noticed the arrogance and fear hidden under this face. His voice was slightly hoarse:
"Sexy and lustful!"
He just stretched out his hand and stretched out his five fingers, and suddenly the forest white energy gathered in the palm of his hand. He punched the golden face in the air. The three different shades of forest white energy transformed into various tiger and leopard shapes as he moved, and he punched the golden face in front of him. .
"Boom!"
The head of the mage in front of him exploded with a bang, and countless brilliance flew up. It was eliminated by the golden energy in mid-air and could not be re-condensed. The headless body had to retreat in embarrassment. The man's eyes were like gold and iron, and he waved his other hand suddenly. .
"Qiang!"
He stuck one hand on the neck of the mage next to him. The monk covered in gold powder quickly pulled all six hands on his arms, like an octopus in a panic. Li Xuanfeng said in a cold voice:
"Every time I make an angry look, I use it to intimidate Li Shou..."
As he spoke, his big hands suddenly closed together, and the monk's neck exploded. Three kinds of deep white golden energy rose into the sky, and his head was kicked far away like a ball.
"evildoer!"
But the spells released by the crowd arrived, and countless gold chains floated down from the sky, interlocking, and locked around him, creating bursts of bright sparks on the forest-white helmet.
"clang…"
The [Kong Xi Demon Subduing Bowl] appeared in the air, hanging in the air like a huge mountain. Many monks came from far away. The wind of the monks' magic in the sky dispersed and fell to the ground one after another.
Only Li Xuanfeng has the blessing of the Huaijiang River and is still standing in the air.
This Kongxi Demon-Conquering Bowl was completely different from its previous appearance. It had transformed into the size of a mountain. It was not used to block his arrows, but to prevent him from escaping.
"Qiang!"
[Kongxi Demon-Conquering Bowl] There was gold flowing through the layers underneath. The spears, halberds, axes and sticks came together from the air at the same time, and pierced Li Xuanfeng's chest with a clang. He remained motionless and slowly raised his head, his eyes sparkling. gas.
These four people all have blinking eyes on their chests, extremely complicated patterns, silk belts wrapped around their waists, and extremely gorgeous clothes with shining gold paint. Li Xuanfeng wields these weapons with one hand, and waves a white bow with the other hand, lifting a wave like Countless sword-like brilliance.
"Qiang!"
This brilliance hit the magic weapon, making bursts of fierce clashing sounds of gold and iron. The expressions of several Buddhist cultivators all changed, but seeing that this man was covered in forest white aura, he actually freed up his hand to grab it. The arm of a mage.
"Build big beams and pillars, burn wood to add oil, plunder gold yarn and cover the body with gold..."
He grabbed the mage's strong arm in his hand, crushed it to pieces, stepped over it coldly, and hooked the bow string. Three white lights condensed on the string, making a thumping sound.
The three mages who were casting spells in the distance immediately vomited out golden blood, and their heads, chest and abdomen exploded together. Li Xuanfeng broke free of the golden shackles on his body, and used his hands to resist the big hands of the two monks who were coming towards him.
"How dare you be so bold!"
Several mages flew in from both sides. Their faces were stiff and bitter, and they couldn't control their mouths. They shouted in a solemn voice:
"Monster! You kill people without any calculation and are a lackey of the Demon Sect. Even if we return to the legal world, we will suppress you, the monster!"
Li Xuanfeng held the two men's Dharma bodies firmly and listened to the little breaking sounds. What appeared in front of his eyes were the ruins of the Zhenhui Temple on Bianyan Mountain. His voice was cold:
"The pure world is impure, empty but empty, compassionate but not compassionate... A tenant of a thousand-mile temple talks aggressively about monsters, has a golden body of a hundred feet, and boasts about the customs of the world..."
His words reverberated in the sky like thunder, causing the north and south to look sideways. Many mages and monks lowered their eyebrows. The [Kong Xi Demon Subduing Bowl] in the sky seemed to be angered, making a deafening sound.
"clang!"
This sound reverberated under his feet, passing from north to south, and into the deep demonic smoke. Si Yuanli was also shocked by the Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl, and had to ride the wind to the riverside. Things once again exceeded his judgment. He looked up and his face was a little gloomy.
"Maha Ying cannot take action directly. This magic weapon can only be regarded as summoned by the mages, so it can only be used to suppress..."
"Ding!"
The mages in the distance raised their heads one after another, looking at the thing in the air as if they had seen a ghost, looking at each other, and turning their heads to flee in the opposite direction.
"Something big has happened! If it flies in that direction again, it will definitely become a knife of some Maha!"
...
"Hahahahaha!"
There was a white light under the [Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl]. The white armor on Li Xuanfeng's body was damaged, and the lines on his face were a little broken, but it looked more real. Finally, it didn't look like a certain immortal general, but Li Xuanfeng himself.
The white bow in his hand was suppressed by the Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl in the sky, and the light was slightly dimmed.
The monks in front of him were either missing arms or heads, and were incomplete. There were only eight left, their brilliance flickering, standing quietly in front of him, like a broken statue after the temple collapsed, with a bit more horror.
The monks paused for a moment, looked at each other, and their voices gradually became lower:
"He is not always that strong!"
Although they said so, the monks were all deadlocked, looking at the man stepping on a piece of Dharma body. The nine mages of Kong Wudao, and the six mages who joined later, now only eight of them are left...
The strength of the twelve mages of Kong Wudao was high and low, and it was not clear when they formed the formation. Now, after a big battle, only the five strongest ones survived.
"What a demon... What a demon..."
Half of the golden spear was still inserted in the chest of the demon, flashing between the white helmet, and the tail of the spear trembled slightly with his breathing. The sharp eyebrows looked at him and exhaled slightly.
The broken Dharmakaya under Li Xuanfeng's feet slowly crawled in the air, with its head hanging in the air. Li Xuanfeng raised his eyebrows and looked at the eight mages, who were gradually looking at him with a fiery and greedy gaze:
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him and you will be merciful!"
Li Xuanfeng looked at them quietly, crushed the half of the Dharmakaya that was escaping on the ground, picked up the two heads with compassionate faces, and raised them high. Seeing the panic in the pupils of the heads, he laughed in his throat:
"I am not a good person either, but it happened that two evils killed each other... and ended up clean!"