Chapter 332 Wuhua turned into a demon monk, Jiuchen will take action again

The night was silent and the wind was cold. The people who came out of the forest stopped, tilted their heads, and looked at the three people with extremely strange eyes.

"Wow..."

A strange voice came, with a faint trace of rhythm, but every time it sounded, it always made people palpitate involuntarily. It was a gasp. The man from the edge of the forest was so heavy that he seemed to carry all over the world.

When Wuhua appeared in the sight of the three people, Zhang Bushi frowned, and Yin Xin opened his mouth in surprise. Even Guan Yunyi shook his eyebrows and was also shocked. Speaking of Wuhua, Wuhua is a rare beautiful man in the world. With a white coat, there is always a smile hidden between the beautiful but flamboyant eyebrows, which attracts many women in the State of Qin to be convinced. However, at this time, Wuhua seemed to have changed into a person, and she was still handsome, but she was stained by the dark red like a river of phosphorus and fire.

The terrible dark red comes from the eyebrows, and there is endless coldness and arrogance hidden in his eyes, which makes Wuhua change from a handsome Buddhist guardian to a demon monk. It is not the joke of An Bochen and Zhang Bushi in the past, but a real demon monk.

"He is..."

Looking at Zhang Bushi puzzledly, Yin Xin asked in a low voice.

"The price of gaining strength."

Zhang Bushi's words are concise, and he doesn't want to say anything more to the two people around him. If you say too much, tell them about Wuhua's current state, and maybe Guan Yunyi, who is jealous of hatred, will cut Wuhua with a knife. However, with Wuhua's state at this moment, I'm afraid Guan Yunyi is not sure to solve Wuhua within a knife or two.

The thick gasp was ups and downs, and Wuhua's eyes no longer wandered. Finally, it was fixed on Guan Yunyi, and a demonic smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Wuhua stepped away and strode towards the three people.

He didn't walk very fast, but from the perspective of the three people, he was surprised to find that every step of Wuhua was much bigger than the previous step. The first step was five feet, the second step was half feet, the third step was two feet, and the fourth step was five feet... In less than seven steps, Wuhua had crossed the long forest road and rushed forward. The moonlight bathed on his whole body like water. Not only his eyebrows were raised, but his whole body turned dark red, as if there was a sea of blood surging under his skin, which was shocking.

"Roar!"

As if a gust of wind rushed forward, Wuhua suddenly raised his fist and bombarded Guan Yunyi without thinking about it. It seemed that only Yunyi was his opponent among the three.

Yin Xin was caught off guard, Zhang Bushi didn't have time to take action, and Guan Yunyi's knife had already hung back behind him.

Wuhua's punch seemed ordinary, and it was like a child's fight. But when the fist came out, the mood in the fist suddenly changed, just like his previous body. Every time he pushed forward an inch, it added several times more power. After seven inches, Wuhua's fist was comparable to a mountain falling from a high altitude, which actually shattered the void. Lin Ye Fei flew around, and the dust rolled under the moon, making Wuhua's figure particularly tall.

In the face of such a punch, even the heads of the five tigers dare not be big.

He pulled back and stepped back. Guan Yunyi pulled back his palm with a calm face. The white tide shook in his eyes, and for a moment, the white fire shot at Wuhua.

"Miso!"

The white fire was smashed by Wuhua, and the fist stagnated for half a moment, and then continued to move forward.

Half a moment is enough for Guan Yunyi, who has been fighting for a long time. His arm has scratched the shadow, and the knife is already in his hand.

Staring at the fierce Wuhua, Guan Yunyi's face was solemn, his arms shook sharply, and he opened his mouth and shouted.

"Go!"

What followed was the blade that wandered like a green dragon, which was Guan Yunyi's second knife. Although the murderous intention fell more than half, even so, his knife still had the power to cut through Wanjun.

The fist broke the void, the knife cut the night, and hit each other in the canyon. The magnificent fighting spirit overflowed from the front of the knife and fist. Everywhere I went, the wind swirled, the moon was hidden and the stars were dark, and even the dense forest in the distance was swept away, and a large area was broken in an instant.

"Roar!"

Wuhua's eyes turned red, gasping and roared unwillingly under Guan Yunyi's long knife. He carried Guan Yunyi's knife with only his meat fist. For a young man under the age of 20, it was an extremely proud record, but Wuhua was not satisfied.

His feet were deep in the soil, and his right fist still kept rushing to the sky. Wuhua looked up at Guan Yunyi coldly. There seemed to be a pool of blood rolling in his vertical eyes, and Guan Yunyi, who was firmly in the upper hand, was cold in his heart.

At this moment, the corners of Wuhua's mouth suddenly raised.

Guan Yunyi held the knife in both hands, but Wuhua only punched, and he also had a left hand.

Holding a fist in the right hand, pinching the seal in the left hand, the halo flows in the heart of the hand, and then looking at Guan Yunyi, there is a ruthless murderous intention in Wuhua's eyes.

The left hand print was pinched in an instant. Wuhua was about to cast it. He coldly burst out a long stick from the horizontal thorn, stabbing Wuhua's left leg with a huge force of nearly 10,000 catties.

The left leg was painful, Wuhua's body suddenly trembled, and the fist carrying a long knife showed a trivial flaw. Guan Yunyi was so old that he could let go of the fighter.

Being bullied to such an extent by a descendant, even Guan Yunyi couldn't help but be angry. The long knife in his hand suddenly rotated, with a "chid" sound of Wuhua's fist, and the blade crossed an arc and mercilessly cut Wuhua's shoulder.

Seeing that Guan Yunyi was murderous to Wu Huasheng, Zhang Bushi no longer stood by. He pulled out the two magic knives from his eyebrows with severe pain. The black wind wrapped him, as if he were wearing the cloak of the night. His figure flashed in front of Guan Yunyi. The short knife picked the blade in the middle, and the long knife split to the back of Guan Yunyi. Two completely different forces sent out at the same time and twisted the long knife in Guan Yunyi's hand.

"Boom!"

Another loud noise, the remaining strength was scattered, and the dense forest on the other side of the canyon was also crushed.

Looking at Zhang Bu Shi strangely, Guan Yunyi frowned, but after all, he still didn't say that question.

At the same time, Guan Yunyi glanced at Wuhua coldly, while Zhang Bushi took the opportunity to take out a towel from his arms and quickly pressed it on the top of Wuhua's head.

The scarf drooped, covering Wuhua's vertical eyes. Wuhua gasped for breath, and the murderous intention faded in his eyes, and there was a trace of confusion. When he was young, he recovered to Qingming.

The night gradually calmed down, the moon was like water, flowing briskly, and the four of them didn't say anything.

For a long time, Wuhua took the lead in saying something. He scratched his head, apologized, and grinned at Guan Yunyi.

This smile smoothed out Guan Yunyi's last bit of murder and shook his head. Guan Yunyi hung the long knife back on his back, glanced at Zhang Bu Shi, and said lightly, "It's hard for you to be alive."

Hearing the words, Wuhua smiled heartlessly. Seeing Zhang Bushi's sad face, he could only shake his head helplessly.

To this day, these two brothers who don't like each other are already grasshoppers on the same line.

In the days of the fierce battle against Guannan Wild Road, Wuhua repeatedly used the heavenly eye, and there had been ominous signs for a long time. Although he broke through the heavenly product, he could not close the extremely tyrannical vertical eye by mistake. Wuhua doesn't want to be a madman who fights at people, and Zhang Bushi doesn't want to see Wuhua become an enemy in the world. The two tried many methods, but the effect was very small, so they had to cover it with a scarf for the time being and hold on for a day.

This time I came to find An Bochen, one reason was that the two really didn't know what to do, and they were so idle. Secondly, he also thought about the magical things of An Bochen and came to him for advice. As for the dispute between Guan Yunyi and Yin Xin halfway and being involved in the Southern Wilderness, it was unexpected.

"Although the people in Mobei have solved it, there are also those strange people. I don't know if they are watching this good show tonight."

Seeing that the atmosphere has become integrated, Yin Xin, a good old man, also said, "It's not early. You two should rest early. I don't know what will happen in these days."

Wuhua and Zhang Bushi found a corner to nest, and on the other side, Yin Xin walked to Guan Yunyi and stopped talking.

"You can say whatever you want." Guan Yunyi sharpened his knife, which is what he does every day before going to bed. Ten years have already become a habit.

"General Zhang just took action, did Brother Guan remember anything?"

"Is that rumor..."

Guan Yunyi looked up with meditation, casually looked at Wuhua and Zhang Bushi, who were bickering, and shook his head for a long time: "Two monsters."

Before the holy meeting began, a brawl ended early.

Da Kuang Tiger Wolf defeated first and then won. The four generals joined hands to defeat the whole army that came to Mobei from afar. Although it was a smooth victory, each showed its magical powers, but in the eyes of some people, it was a different feeling.

"Do you want to drive away tigers and devour wolves? Red robes, you play well with your hands."

On the hill not far from the canyon, the boy riding the giant wolf squeezed his lips and smiled, and a strangeness flashed through his innocent eyes. After all, it was not revealed.

"Not only drove the tiger and swallowed the wolf, but also hurt the tiger's vitality. There are only four people left. We and other aliens can only take good care of it. The baby is the duck in the pot, and it can't fly away.

The old man in red robe, or Jiu Chenjun, smiled.

"I have been friends with you for more than a hundred years. For the first time, I found that your red robe also has the potential of a conspirators. It's good."

With a smile, the old man Xiji raised his head and stared at the eyes of the red robe. He saw that the red robe was still clear under his gaze, and the old man Xiji was slightly disappointed.

"I dare not do it. Those who are close to the ink are just black."

Jiuchenjun smiled proudly and swallowed the memory of the old man in the red robe. He acted vividly and vividly played the old man in the red robe. Even the old man in the west, who was a best friend of the red robe, was suspicious, but he could not find a flaw.

"That's all right. Go back. Those old kids probably have to praise you." With a smile, the old man Xiji picked up the wolf's ear and went far away.

Looking at the boy's back, a haze gradually appeared in the eyes of the red robe, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"What's the hurry? The good show has just begun."

In addition to Jiuchenjun, there are other people who see Kuang fighting with the Mobei monk tonight, such as An Bochen, who is monitoring Jiu Chenjun in the witch temple.

Following Jiu Chenjun's eyes, An Bochen saw Guan Yunyi's shocking knife again, and also saw the two good friends who had been separated for a long time.

A touch of red tide reflected on An Bochen's forehead. This good killing made his heart surging. Unconsciously, the innocence had fallen into his hand, swinging left and right, buzzing.

"Why, can't you hold it?"

Walking to An Bochen, Simajin gently held An Bochen's hand holding the gun and said softly, "It's not far from our appearance. Besides, you have been in the limelight enough before, just give a few games to your two friends.

He smiled, and An Bochen suppressed his fighting spirit.

Most of the young man's blood in his heart has been poured on the Guannan Desert Road, and the remaining little bit will only become ready to move when his friends arrive.

However, even if he has any ideas, if his cultivation does not recover for a day, he can only hide behind the scenes.

With a secret sigh, An Bochen put away his innocence and looked at Jiu Chenjun, who took away the red robe. A thick doubt appeared on his face: "Hong Fu, do you think there is any other purpose for Jiu Chenjun's hand?"