Chapter 239 Meet on a Narrow Road

The reason why Bow Yi fights with the other party with bare hands is to perform the skill of swallowing spirits at a critical moment, and once it is used, it is bound to cause Li Yi's panic. In this life-and-death battle, Li Yi can't tolerate the leakage of spiritual power. But he didn't know that although Gong Yi used this skill, he didn't expect to suck his spiritual power at all. He just "pushed the boat along the water" and dealt a fatal blow to Li Yi. What is this? This is combat IQ.

Before everyone had time to cheer for the successful killing of Li Yi, a figure came from the direction of the Shura world.

"Who is it?" Everyone shouted one after another and secretly gathered their spiritual power. If these people attacked together, I believe that even the three saints of Shura would be beaten and killed on the spot.

"Tong Sigui?" Gong Yi saw clearly that the person was the young master he met in Tiantaizong, but at this time, Tong Sigui obviously did not have the coolness of the gently shaking fan that day. He was covered with blood, and the folding fan in his hand became tattered and very embarrassed.

"Sura's army is killing. It's over. You do it and get ready." Tong Sigui said intermittently. Obviously, his injury was extremely serious, and after he said this, he fell to the ground as if he had collapsed. I don't know who stretched out his hand and looked into his nose, then shook his head and said, "I'm out of breath."

Everyone looked at each other in condescenuity, and some people who didn't know him thought to think: who sent this undercover agents. However, some people such as Zen monks knew that this person should be the descendants of Qianmen ten thousand years ago. It seems that he obviously wanted to inform the mainland of Wuyuan, but he was found and came here with perseverance.

The old monk sighed, not knowing whether he was regretting Tong's return or sighing that the inheritance of the hidden door was broken from now on. He made a haste decision and ordered a man to return to Yinfeng Mountain with Tong Sigui's body on his back, and then told everyone to prepare for battle. The shape of the whole two boundary channels is the same, and there is no geographical advantage at all. The practitioners of Wuyuan Continent know that a real decisive battle is coming.

When waiting, it is always the most difficult. The tense atmosphere and the awe-inspiring murderous spirit make no one feel relaxed, because what they have to face is the Shura army that has invaded the Wuyuan mainland ten thousand years ago and also has such a superst powers such as the Three Sages of Shura. But no matter how powerful their opponents are, they can only win and can't lose this battle. This is their mission and there is no choice.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe not, but it's just because everyone is too nervous that the time is unusually long. The rumbling sound came into everyone's ears, making it clear to all people that the number of the Shura army would never be less than that of Wuyuan mainland. Gradually, one black spot after another appeared in front of everyone, and these black spots became bigger and bigger.

Approaching, those black spots gradually became a person in the eyes of everyone, and then stopped opposite the practitioners of Wuyuan mainland, and the Shura army finally arrived.

In front of the Shura people, there are three old men in green robes, yellow robes and red robes. Without their self-introduction, everyone can also guess that they are the legendary three saints of Shura. Hong Jinsong and Yun Yitian looked at each other and saw a solemn look in each other's eyes, because they could see at a glance that the cultivation of these three people had definitely reached the peak, and like the two of them, they had reached the peak that human beings can reach today.

Behind the three saints of Shura are nearly 20 holy martial arts strongmen, including Ao Zichong and Zang Yunqing, which is similar to the strength of Wuyuan mainland. Behind these people, there are nearly 100 real martial arts masters, and then naturally there are countless Shura troops behind them.

At first, both sides did not speak, but stared at each other, as if they wanted to make a preliminary judgment of each other's strength. But if you look at the surface alone, Wuyuan mainland is obviously slightly inferior to the other party in its peak strength.

Although everyone was a little nervous when they were waiting, when they saw that the Shura army really arrived, everyone was distracted and had no longer the emotions just now. What they thought was to kill these enemies in front of them as much as possible, defend their hometown, and defend countless compatriots.

The confrontation between thousands of troops and horses did not make any sound. Such an atmosphere was extremely depressing. If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid he would have been unable to withstand the pressure and collapsed to the ground.

Finally, the green-robed ancestor took the lead in opening his mouth and arched his hand to Hong Jinsong and Yun Yitian, "A few days ago, my Shura world was suddenly attacked by a large number of monsters. I think they must have been controlled behind the scenes."

"Ha, coincidentally, we were also attacked by a group of animals some time ago. It must be an order given by three people." Hong Jinsong did not admit or deny it. Instead, he smiled and replied in the other party's tone.

Everyone listened to his words and was stunned for a moment, and then bursts of laughter broke out on the Wuyuan mainland, and the people of the Shura world glared at him one by one. Hong Jinsong** nakedly insulted the people in the Shura world as beasts, which made the originally grumpy red-robed ancestor immediately angry and shouted angrily, "The people in Wuyuan mainland can only rely on their sharp teeth and sharp mouths. When they start to do it later, I will definitely smash you into ten thousand pieces."

"People in the Shura world are not all like you who can only shout slogans." Yun Yitian deliberately said in a strange tone.

"You!" The red-robed ancestor was not good at words and was speech for a moment. The yellow-robed ancestor next to him said, "Thousand years ago, my Shura world conquered your world and let you use those monsters to resist my power of Shura. This time, I'm afraid you are not so lucky."

The old Zen monk of "Amitabha" put his hands together and said a Buddha's name. Although his cultivation is not as good as these people, if he really fights with one person and fights his life, there may not be no possibility of victory. He looked at the three saints of Shura and said, " Ten thousand years ago, you created boundless killing in the Shura world, and now you are magical. This battle has been completely broken. All the monks of my Wuyuan mainland, even if they are different in the head, will let your Shura world die and invade the heart of our Wuyuan mainland.

The old monk's eyes were burning and his tone was firm. All the practitioners of Wuyuan mainland were excited by his short words and fighting spirited, and they couldn't wait to jump on and kill these invading enemies immediately.

"Haha, old monk, you have a big tone!" The green-robed ancestor laughed and said, "Since I dare to make a comeback in ten thousand years, I am sure that I will destroy you people. It is useless to say more. Let's see the true chapter under us."

"Good!" After saying that, the two sides established a temporary boundary. Obviously, in order not to make those unnecessary sacrifices, these two temporary boundaries, one is the battlefield of holy martial arts masters, and the other is the battlefield of true martial arts practitioners. If the two sides don't talk nonsense, the masters will come in one after another. After the last battle between the two worlds met on a narrow road, it finally inevitably broke out.