Chapter 103 Attack on Putian Temple

All kinds of Taoist magical power appeared, and they attacked in all directions indiscriminately, and the scene was very chaotic.

A disciple of Qingyunzong or Putian Temple shuttled through the sword light and thunder, bathed in blood all over their bodies. Many people have fallen into the broken ground and no longer exist.

This mountain seems to collapse, constantly sinking, and the roaring sound is endless.

People from both Putian Temple and Qingyunzong bathed in the shouts of killing and completely suppressed their reason, with only one belief in killing.

The monks who watched from afar were all stunned and did not expect such a situation at all. Looking at the destruction of the world, they were palpitated. It was simply the whirlpool of death, and everyone was on the line of life and death!

This scene is too terrible, and the smell of blood and murder linger in the air.

"Rumble." The world is also not very calm. The dark clouds in the sky are getting bigger and bigger, as if they are about to fall down, giving people a depressing atmosphere.

Dong, lightning and thundered, and the brilliance of lightning reflected the world.

Not long after the battle outside Putian Temple began, rain lines fell in the black clouds, which gradually increased and splashed on the Tianlong Mountains. For a moment, it was already a storm.

However, the surging rain could not wash away the bloody murderous atmosphere that pertained the earth. Instead, it became stronger and stronger, and the world seemed to be stained with blood.

In the jungle in the distance, four disciples of Qingyunzong landed and found the seriously injured leaves in the branches and weeds.

"Brother Ye..." Several disciples of Qingyunzong hurriedly helped Ye Buhui up.

At this moment, Ye regrets being stained with blood, and he felt that his whole body seemed to have been drained out. He suffered serious trauma under the blow of Master Tianchan, and did not even have the power to resist.

But he will not be depressed by this. He has long been crazy. Although he knows the strength of the enemy, he still dares to rush up.

The cold rain fell down and fell on his cheeks and body, making him soaked all over. But he didn't feel any cold. Instead, he felt that the blood in his body was feverish and almost boiling.

"Became there." He said in a low voice, still holding the broken sword in his hand, with a murderous spirit.

Several disciples of Qingyunzong looked at each other, then nodded, and quickly flew to the door of Putian Temple with Ye Buhui.

It is the center of the war, the most terrible, like an invisible huge beast devouring people's lives, constantly falling and passing away, life dissipating.

They quickly came outside the Putian Temple. Their eyes were in a mess. On the cracked mountain road, the gravel pierced through the air, the bodies were more than a hundred, and the blood gathered into a pool, which was terrible.

"Damn." Two of the disciples of Qingyunzong who helped Ye Buhui come back immediately rushed forward when they saw this picture, joined the battle group and attacked the disciples of Putian Temple.

But the battlefield was cruel. As soon as one person joined the battle, he was suppressed by a giant golden tower, which was directly run over into minced meat and blood burst out.

The other two people who supported Ye Buhui looked at it with tears, and another person rushed over.

"Brother, take good care of yourself. I want to avenge the rest of the brothers!" The last disciple of Qingyunzong, who supported Ye Buhui, said and raised his sword to kill him.

In the storm, the war situation became more and more fierce. Although Qingyunzong has always been at a disadvantage, it is also a monastic faction. In a short period of time, it can still cause great damage to Putian Temple, and many disciples of Putian Temple died tragically.

Qingyunzong is naturally more uncomfortable, and the dead disciples of Qingyunzong are one-third more than Putian Temple.

Ye Fuhui floated in the air, and his red eyes looked at the scene in front of him, flashing with extremely frighting madness!

Although he was seriously injured, his combat strength did not decrease, but his fighting spirit was very strong, like a burning flame, endlessly exuding a sharp edge all over his body.

"Big kill...Putian Temple!" He muttered in a low voice, which was unprecedentedly cold.

In the long roar, he rushed into the battlefield with the broken sword in his hand, regardless of the injury on his body, and the crazy murderous intention swept by, awe-inspiring.

Yun Tianhe has not yet returned, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. Maybe he has died under the blow of Master Tianchan. This made the slightly rational disciples of Qingyunzong more crazy and fight desperately.

At this moment, both sides can be said to be immortal!

Ye no regret rushed into the battlefield, the surrounding fire gushed, lightning flashed, and attacks flew everywhere, and the lethality was very powerful.

He didn't care about anything and came down like a killing god with a broken sword. He directly cut a disciple of Putian Temple in front of him into two sections from beginning to end, and the red internal organs suddenly fell scattered and bloody.

He waved another sword, swallowed and sharp, cut a disciple of Putian Temple in two, and the broken intestines fell in the air.

No matter which disciple of Putian Temple meets him, he will be brutally killed by him, and it is rare to meet an enemy for a while!

As one of the top masters of the young generation, even if he is also a great enemy fighting against him, he will not be his opponent. Only a few other masters of the same level, or some old people who have stayed in Dacheng for a long time, can fight against him, otherwise they will have to die when they meet him.

"Sin..." Master Tianchan in the battlefield looked at Ye's direction of regret, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

With his powerful Taoist cultivation, he is like being outside the scene of this Shura killing field, which can resist all attacks. At the same time, he will take a life every time he takes action. Although his clothes are not stained with blood and float out of the dust, the people who die in his hands are the most.

No one can compete with him, and no one can avoid the person he wants to kill.

Now he has stared at Ye no regret and has the intention to kill.

"Only now did the old man show mercy, and you can escape for your life. Unexpectedly, you still don't repent and harm the disciples of this temple. You can only die." Master Tianchan whispered and flew away to Ye No Regret.

At this time, there were bursts of roaring from the sky, accompanied by figures rushing at full speed, covering the sky and the sun, and imposing.

The two sides at the war couldn't help turning their heads and looked at it with terrment.

There are thousands or even tens of thousands of people in this wave!

"The old man of Tianchan! What's wrong with bullying the weak? Let's have a fight. A man in a black robe with a black fog surging around laughed, and his face could not be seen clearly.

The new party's momentum is like a rainbow, and it goes directly into Putian Temple!

The onlookers in the distance were stunned and didn't want things to fluctuate. There are so many variables.

"Is this?" Master Tianchan's eyes widened, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He couldn't figure out where this wave of people came from.