Chapter 245 One Vs. Two (Please Vote for Me)

The mountain wind howls.

Yang Ge walked against the wind step by step toward the Holy Fire Hall. Every step he took forward became more powerful. The terrifying energy affected the vitality of the heaven and earth, and the wind surged.

"Amitabha……"

Standing in the Holy Fire Hall, the old monk in black stared at the rolling clouds that were covering the sky. He clasped his hands and chanted the Buddha's name. He slowly said in a solemn and thoughtful tone unique to the old man: "The Zhao family has been scorning human lives and poisoning living beings. They have repeatedly plotted against lay people." Why would a layman abandon his family and career and go through life and death for the Zhao family?"

Yang Ge didn't answer, and swung his sword towards the Holy Fire Hall. The sword's energy spurted out like a sword, and penetrated straight through the Holy Fire Hall.

There was only a "bang" sound, tiles flew all over the sky, and another figure rose into the sky from the Holy Fire Hall.

Yang Ge took a closer look and saw that the man was thin and dark, holding an ancient prayer wheel, wearing a bright orange monk's robe, and his long gray hair was woven into two large strands with gold, silver and gem embellishments. Braid... Just one glance, and a unique rough aura of the grassland comes to my face.

"The layman has good eyesight!"

The man landed on the top of the hall, raised a palm, and said solemnly in a deep nasal accent: "I am here to resolve the lay people..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Ge, who was below, had already expressionlessly flew forward to sweep through thousands of troops with one move, and swiped his sword at the two monks on the top of the hall.

When the two monks saw this, they all flew back.

The old monk in black robe took a deep breath, opened his mouth and hair and shouted loudly: "Zha!"

In an instant, a bronze golden bell appeared out of thin air in front of the old monk in black. The terrifying golden sound wave was like a divine dragon sucking water, rolling towards the waterfall-like sword energy. It was the lion's roar, a secret technique of Buddhism!

The red-robed old monk sat cross-legged in the air, slowly turning the prayer wheel, and silently reciting sutras in a low voice. The sound of chanting sutras, as low as mosquitoes and flies, was transformed into a deafening and pervasive Sanskrit sound with the blessing of the lion's roar.

"boom……"

The sword energy that was like a sword was shining brightly under the two people's vast and sea-like energy, just like the smoke in the strong wind, the ice melted and the snow melted before it could explode.

As soon as the sword energy dissipated, Yang Ge, who was hiding behind the sword energy, stepped forward and slashed Huashan with a red-faced move. He cut through the billowing sound waves in front of him with a knife like a wave, and went straight to the black hair behind him that was erupting like a roar. The old monk in clothes.

When the old monk in black saw this, the volume of the lion's roar increased again, and the rolling sound waves almost condensed into a bright halo that could not be seen with the naked eye.

The prayer wheel in the hand of the red-robed old monk also turned into an afterimage. The Sanskrit sound that was clearly incomprehensible but made people upset and surging with blood was like thousands of subwoofers roaring around Yang Ge.

The feeling of drawing a sword and looking around at a loss, as if he was against the whole world, made Yang Ge feel so angry that he wanted to chop out all the zhenqi from his body with one knife, either to kill the enemy or to kill himself, a self-destructive impulse.

"clang!"

The overwhelming sword energy struck the phantom of the golden bell in front of the old monk in black, making a majestic muffled sound and suppressing the Sanskrit sound in an instant.

Yang Ge took the opportunity to retreat along with the force of the counter-shock. He retreated a hundred feet and stood in the void in the vast green darkness.

'My heart is as clear as ice and I am not shocked when the sky falls, and I am still calm and relaxed after all the changes...'

He silently recited the technique of "Flowing Snow Technique" that he had not reviewed for a long time, calming down his energy and blood. He felt a little heavy in his heart and looked at the two old bald donkeys who fell back on the top of the Holy Fire Hall in the distance.

These two old bald donkeys, with their true energy as vast as the sea and their Buddhist methods as weird and unpredictable, are definitely top masters at the level of land gods.

If it was one-on-one, the pressure these two people put on him was actually far less than the veteran Zhang Xuansu of Longhu Mountain.

But these two people's martial arts come from the same lineage, and when they join forces, they complement each other like 1+1>3... which is a bit incomprehensible.

He didn't know how much the two old bald donkeys had consumed by the lion's roar and the chanting Sanskrit chant.

I only know that if these two monks can maintain the intensity of the sound attack just now, it will be difficult for him to get close to the two old bald donkeys.

Just when Yang Ge felt heavy in his heart, the two old monks on the top of the Holy Fire Hall were also frightened.

It is said that an expert will know if something is there as soon as he takes action.

The two of them had overestimated Yang Ge's fighting power as much as possible, but just now Yang Ge's move to chop the loudspeaker made them know... I'm afraid they still underestimated the world-famous "Zhongshen Lord" Yang Erlang!

You know, Yang Erlang's sword blow just now was actually one against two!

With one against two, you can actually fight them to the same level... This is even more perverted than that old enemy in Longhu Mountain!

After the two monks exchanged glances without leaving any trace, the old monk in black spoke again: "Principal Yang, there is a way to resolve everything. We might as well sit down and have a calm chat..."

"Talk about your mother!"

Yang Ge impatiently interrupted his babble, then opened his mouth and took a deep breath, then turned into a dazzling sword light and swooped down. When he was more than thirty feet away, a majestic sword was like the wings of a Kunpeng hanging from the sky. The sharp sword energy struck the two monks on the top of the hall from top to bottom.

As soon as the sword came out, thousands of sword energy poured down like an avalanche, vast and unstoppable.

It was the "snow falling on the world" that made Zhang Xuansu jump up and down in the past!

If you can't fight in close combat, then use long-range bombardment!

He wanted to see if these two old bald asses could withstand his indiscriminate bombardment.

Whenever the two of them couldn't bear to be separated, he could grab one of them and beat him to death.

When the two monks on the top of the hall saw this, they all circulated their zhenqi and shouted loudly: "Scout!"

The dazzling Buddhist inner energy condensed into a huge golden shadow in front of the two of them, amplifying the roar of the lion and welcoming the falling sharp sword energy like a tsunami.

"boom……"

The Guangmingding trembled, rocks rolled down, and the terrifying residual force formed a ripple in the air like a burning cloud. Wherever it passed, all the rocks and gravel in the mountains and forests turned into powder. Even Tang Xiong and Yang Potian, who were fighting in the distance, They were all pushed down the mountain top by this remaining energy...

The remaining light fell, and the Mingjiao Holy Fire Hall on the top of the light was still standing except for the two monks standing there. The surrounding area had been razed to the ground, and there were traces of ice and snow covering the exposed rocks.

Yang Ge, who was in mid-air, was sent flying more than ten feet by the force of the counter-shock. As soon as he stabilized his body, he pounced forward even more ferociously, splitting Huashan Mountain with one move and slashing towards the huge golden bell: "Spring Thunder Burst!"

As soon as the sword came out, a golden sword as bright as the morning sun broke through dozens of knives in a row and hit the golden bell with a roar.

"clang……"

The golden bell exploded, and the two monks flew back. The golden sword energy rubbed the two monks' robes and fell on the Holy Fire Hall, razing the majestic Holy Fire Hall to the ground.

Seeing the two monks' legs leaving the ground, Yang Ge jumped up and pulled out the afterimages all over the sky, spanning dozens of feet in an instant. When the two monks were caught off guard, he swung his sword like a violent storm and pulled the two monks into the attack range at the same time. Give them another chance to use rogue sound attacks.

The two monks who were caught off guard and fell into Yang Ge's sword curtain did not panic. They saw the black-robed old monk roar angrily, and his already burly figure expanded like blowing air, tearing apart his black monk's robe, revealing The golden light overflowed all over his body, like the knotted muscles made of pure gold, facing Yang Ge against the airtight sword energy.

When Leng Yue's sword slashed at his body, there was only a loud clanking sound of gold and iron, which could not even break the old monk's oily skin.

The old monk in red robes behind the black-robed old monk held a prayer wheel with his hands clasped together, and a dim Buddha light emitted from his body, condensing on the old monk a virtual image of a three-foot-tall eight-armed white elephant. The white elephant was holding an axe. Halberds, tridents, vajras, prayer wheels, conchs, snakes, nooses, rosary beads and other magical weapons were all fired at Yang Ge.

This time, it was Yang Ge who was beaten up and down by the two men's indiscriminate attacks and retreated continuously...

At the right time, on the top of a towering pine tree only a hundred feet away from the bright spot, Zhang Xuansu, a cat wearing a straw hat, was among the lush branches and leaves, holding half a carrot in one hand and a fist in the other, secretly encouraging the two monks: "Left Uppercut, right hook, do you have two fucking legs? Attack him in three ways! Yes, yes, hit this disrespectful brat hard... Kick, kick, kick!"

Seeing that Yang Ge was beaten by the old monk in black and vomited blood, Zhang Xuan stuffed the carrot into his mouth and took two big bites with a smile on his face.

…

After all, it was difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. Yang Ge was able to fight with one against two. After more than forty moves, the old monk in black caught the flaw and punched him four or five times in a row. His internal organs were injured and his breath was messed up. , he had no choice but to break the ground with one foot, use his strength to fly back and retreat.

Just as the two monks were about to pursue the attack, they saw a sword aura coming towards them like a sword. They did not dare to resist, so they gave up the pursuit and jointly clapped their hands to crush the sword aura.

After pulling away, Yang Ge turned his head and spit out a large mouthful of bloody phlegm. He took a few deep breaths, forced himself to calm down, and tried to think of a way to defeat the enemy.

The big move is useless against the blast!

The complementary sound attack skills of these two old bald donkeys are incomprehensible.

Fighting at close range is useless!

The black-clothed old monk's Vajra Indestructible Magic Technique has almost been refined to the state of transformation, and it can't be broken without accumulating strength.

What a perfect combination that can go far, close, resist and fight!

‘Eh, that’s not right! ’

Yang Ge turned his mind for several times, and suddenly an idea flashed: 'If I don't focus on the crispy skin to control the fight in a group fight, what's the point of competing with a half-meat with full armor? ’

'But until I get rid of this half-meat, I can't get close to that crispy-skinned body...'

In the distance, the two monks who had gained the upper hand in the close fight gradually regained their confidence. The old monk in red robe put away his white elephant, raised one hand and stepped forward, saying in a loud voice: "Junior Yang, you have the right to do so. It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. As long as you are willing to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side, the descendants of the Changshengtian can give more to the lay people. I hope the lay people will think twice and put down the butcher knife as soon as possible and turn around. "

Yang Ge didn't even listen to what the old monk in red robe was saying. He thought about it for a long time, finally made a fist and secretly made a plan: "Yes, if you can't beat the critical attack flow, then go for the attack speed flow, as long as you can drag it down." If you defeat the cooperation of these two old bald asses, you can find an opportunity to kill that nagging crispy control with one knife. When he dies, there will be only a lump of meat left. Isn't that the fish on my chopping board? ’

"Do you think you will win?"

Having made up his mind, Yang Ge laughed and adjusted his boiling blood with his breathing rhythm: "No, this is just the beginning!"

As he spoke, countless fragments of remnant soldiers floated up from the wreckage of the Holy Fire Hall, gathering behind Yang Ge like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, shining brightly.

Seeing this, the old monk in red robe in that room shook his head slowly with compassion and helplessness and said: "Come on, the layman doesn't understand the scriptures, so the two old monks can only beat him with fists and kicks, hoping to help him early..."

"Jujuju... I'm as tall as your mother!"

Yang Ge jumped up and swooped down with his sword and man in one. Under his control, thousands of fragments of the remaining soldiers swarmed up like a swarm passing through the border, swarming towards the two monks from all directions.

Seeing this, the old monk in red robe stepped back behind the golden old monk in black. He put his hands together, and the shadow of the eight-armed white elephant immediately reappeared. With a wave of his hand, the eight-armed white elephant's vast energy covered the sky and the sun. The fragments of the remaining soldiers were blocked.

At the same time, the golden old monk in black pushed out his palms one after another. His palms were as gentle and fast as the wind blowing fallen leaves, but his palms were as strong as the stormy waves.

"Bang."

The energy of the sword was shattered, Yang Ge rushed out, swept across the army with one sword and swept towards the two monks. He slashed out with one sword, not caring about the result at all, turned back in the air and attacked the two monks from the side.

Seeing this, the two monks changed the direction of their feet. The old monk in black shouted angrily and waved his palm to attack Yang Ge again. The eight-armed white elephant phantom raised his axe, halberd and vajra pestle to attack the sword energy.

Yang Ge's body-protecting sword energy was shattered, and he slashed Huashan with one move straight to the center of the two monks. At the same time, he turned back again, bypassing the black-robed old monk and heading towards the red-robed old monk.

The two monks had no choice but to continue changing their directions...

The three of them fought faster and faster, with their palms flying and their swords flying, and there were countless pieces of residual soldiers interspersed in the middle to harass them.

The eight-armed white elephant loomed in it, like a clumsy giant chasing a flea in circles, completely unable to keep up with Yang Ge's offensive.

Looking from a distance, one can only see countless shining swords revolving around the two monks. Even Zhang Xuansu can't tell which of the afterimages surrounding the two monks is Yang Ge's true body...

The two monks, who were also gradually unable to keep up with Yang Ge's offensive, were naturally even more anxious.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Shihe had passed, and Yang Ge's offensive gradually overwhelmed the cooperation of the two monks.

The old monk in red saw Yang Ge's blade grazing the old monk in black several times as he came within three feet of him. He was frightened and tried to do two things at once. At the same time, he made the phantom of the white elephant wield an axe, halberd, trident, and vajra to resist. Attacks from all directions, while making the white elephant phantom turn the prayer wheel, stir the prayer beads and cast the life-threatening Sanskrit sound, trying to force Yang Ge back...

But when he was multitasking, his thinking speed inevitably slowed down a beat, and the axe, trident, and vajra that he wielded so tightly that there were flaws immediately appeared.

Yang Ge, who had been circling the red-robed old monk, instantly grasped this flaw. With a thought, fragments of the remaining soldiers in the sky were shot at the golden old monk in black from all directions, while he fought hard to take a beating. He struck the vajra, gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and jumped forward...

"Pfft."

With the blessing of the condensed zhenqi all over his body, Leng Yue's sword without any suspense broke through the red-robed old monk's body-protecting zhenqi and penetrated into his Dantian. The violent sword Qi spread out in an instant. It disrupted the flow of energy throughout the red-robed old monk's body.

Yang Ge, who also lost most of his body-protecting blades, had his left shoulder blade broken by the white elephant's vajra pestle. He even heard the sound of bones ringing like fried copper beans.

At the critical moment, Yang Ge did not dare to stay any longer. He held up the cold moon sword and pressed against the softened body of the old monk in red robe, and ran forward with all his strength...

When the black-robed old monk broke through the attack of fragments of remnant soldiers in the sky, and when he looked back, Yang Ge had already rushed out dozens of feet away with the red-robed old monk on his back!

"Pfft, pfft."

After Yang Ge rushed out of the attack range of the old monk in black, he immediately waved the cold moon sword and chopped the old monk in red robe into pieces in the air. Then he turned around and kicked his head behind him. The old monk in black was chasing after him.

The old monk in black didn't see his movements clearly. He only saw a dark, round object flying towards him, and he punched it without thinking.

"Bang..."

The white and greasy tofu dregs hit the face of the old monk in black.

In mid-air, Yang Ge turned around slowly with trembling lips, pointed the knife at the old monk in black with an expressionless face, and said solemnly: "It's your turn!"

Only then did the old monk in black realize what he had done. He glanced at his fists, then at the tofu dregs all over his body. He clasped his hands together and said calmly: "The outcome is already determined, why not come here today?" So far...if we continue the fight, the layman has no chance of winning!"

"Oh, is it so?"

As soon as the old monk in black finished speaking, a gloating laugh came from one side.

The two of them turned their heads together and saw Zhang Xuansu, who was wearing a straw hat on his head, strutting in the air with his hands behind his back and his belly puffed out, as if he was not acquainted with his relatives: "What if we add an old Taoist?"

Yang Ge looked at him and slowly raised the corners of his lips, his murderous intent becoming more and more fierce: "Are you finally willing to die?"

Zhang Xuansu looked at him in surprise: "Do you know that the old Taoist is here?"

Yang Ge sneered: "What do you mean?"

He actually didn't sense the old guy's energy, but he was sure that this wise old man must be present.

Longhu Mountain is too close to Huangshan Mountain.

If others don't know what Yang Potian is up to, Yang Gexin.

However, this wise old man didn't know what dirty tricks Yang Potian was playing, and he wouldn't believe it even if he killed Yang Ge.

"Why don't you call your kid smart!"

Zhang Xuansu rolled up his sleeves with a smile: "Tell me, why do you want to deal with this old bald donkey today..."

Yang Ge pointed his sword at him: "Where are you coming from? Where are you going back? If you don't leave, I will kill you too!"

Zhang Xuansu was stunned, and then he yelled furiously: "You bastard, Master Tao is here to help you. Don't bite Lu Dongbin and don't know the heart of a good person!"

Yang Ge grinned, but his eyes became colder: "I won't say it for the third time, where are you coming from, where are you going back, if you don't leave, you will stay today... Or you can also try to talk to that old bald man. Donkeys join forces to kill me, just take a gamble and see if I can help you!"

When Zhang Xuansu heard this, he blushed and said angrily: "Shuzi, how dare you bully me, who is old and weak..."

Before he could finish his words, Yang Ge had already raised his knife and jumped forward.

Zhang Xuansu's face changed drastically, and he turned around and ran away without thinking. As he ran, he yelled and cursed: "You are so fucking crazy, so crazy..."

The old monk in black clothes in that compartment also turned around and ran away when he saw Yang Ge chasing Zhang Xuansu away.

Yang Ge chased Zhang Xuansu for dozens of feet. Seeing Zhang Xuansu disappear in a flash, he turned around, raised a sword and chased after the old monk in black.

It was just that he had defeated the two monks with his attack speed, and had already used up most of his true energy. At this moment, his energy was not enough, and his internal organs and shoulder blades were injured. The blood surged up as soon as he raised his energy, so he could only stay far away from the old monk in black. Behind him, he regained his strength and healed his injuries while walking...