His sword skills are sharp and domineering, specializing in cutting the flesh.

When he swung the sword, it was not the shadow of the majestic Buddha that was struck, but the three dead Buddhas under the Buddha.

Hum, Fo Sanku snorted coldly, and the big Buddha's big palm formed and pressed towards Zhao Liu.

Before the light of this sword approached the Buddha's Sanku, it was smashed into powder by the Buddha's big palm.

Zhao Liu's expression changed slightly and he held his sword high.

In his body, the true energy continued to gain momentum, and a majestic sword intent rolled towards him.

Under the sword intention, it swept forward and swung the sword towards the void.

If you want to kill me, I will give you this chance.

Buddha Sanku let out a cold snort, and his figure suddenly flew out from under the protection of the Buddha.

Holding a Buddhist bead in one hand, the other hand formed a big fist and struck towards Zhao Liu.

Zhao Liu's face lit up and he laughed and said: "Well done, I was worried about how to crack this big Buddha of yours, but I didn't expect that you, a monk, don't know how to die."

In this case, I will let you become the dead soul under my sword.

The broadsword condensed several more rays of light, and in an instant it slashed towards Buddha Sanku.

Fo Sanku snorted coldly and took the knife with his bare hands.

His hand that was originally condensed into a fist changed instantly, and he clamped Zhao Liu's knife between his two fingers.

The knife was just right between Fo Sanku's two fingers and could no longer move downwards.

"Ding dong!"

A crisp sound came out, and the knife was broken by Fo Sanku's finger.

Zhao Liu's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly vomited blood from his mouth.

His magic weapon was damaged, and his mind was also damaged at this moment.

Don’t you want to kill Buddha?

Today I will let you see the strength of Fo Ye. Fo Sanku seized the moment when Zhao Liu was distracted and found an opportunity to attack.

Every blow he hits on Zhao Liu can hurt him.

After several times, Fo Sanku beat Zhao Liu until he vomited blood and several of his teeth were knocked out.

Seeing this scene in the eyes of Yun Mengze's disciples, joy appeared on their faces.

Their originally depressed mood also recovered at this moment, and someone shouted: "Brother Fo, beat me to death, beat this guy to death."

On the other side, the disciples of the Zhao family in Miaojiang saw that Zhao Liu was beaten so hard that he was unable to fight back.

They took a deep look at Buddha Sanku, showing fear.

Especially Fo Sanku's body movements and attacks, he looks like a fat and flexible monk, without even half of the fool-like appearance he had just now.

His attacks were just right, and every blow could always interrupt Zhao Liu's accumulated strength.

Therefore, Zhao Liu was unable to withstand Fo Sanku's offensive at all.

Damn the monk, damn the bald man, your uncle, you made me angry.

Zhao Liu took a deep breath, quenched the blood and spit it out.

His face was already covered in bruises, and he had no image at all.

The bruised and purple face looked a bit like a swollen pig's head.

If I make you angry, you will do whatever you want, Buddha Sanku said with a chuckle.

If you make me angry, I will let you die, Zhao Liu said sternly.

Zhao Liu, why don't you use your special skills? The young man in Luo shirt said hastily.

Zhao Liu felt like he had been enlightened and had a sudden enlightenment.

He laughed loudly and said: "I have forgotten my unique skills when fighting with a fat monk like you."

He screamed, and another knife formed in his hand. However, this knife was not the big knife just now, but was much smaller.

The back of the knife is entangled with black and white energy.

Zhao Liu sucked his palm, and the black and white energy immediately transferred from the back of the knife to his palm.

The two qi of black and white shrank smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a faintly visible black and white bead.

Fo Sanku looked at the black and white beads that were constantly accumulating in Zhao Liu's palm, and his expression changed slightly.

The power condensed in the bead is probably even more terrifying.

What exactly is the black and white energy on the back of this knife?

Before Fo Sanku could react, the bead was heading towards him to kill him.

Feeling the throbbing aura of black and white, Fo Sanku frowned and said coldly: "It seems that it can only be cracked with brute force."

Three haloes of light appeared above his head, and as soon as he patted the third halo, the Golden Light Falling Demonic Pestle suddenly appeared.

With a pestle in hand, Buddha Sanku is deeply calm in his heart.

He held the pestle for subduing demons and swung it out, hitting the black and white beads.

At this moment, all the power brewed by the Black and White Pearl collapsed.

Two sword energy emerged from the black and white beads and returned to Zhao Liu's body.

Zhao Liu's body froze and twitched slightly.

The sword energy swept through his body, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

If he commits his own sin, he will not survive. Fo Sanku looked at Zhao Liu with stern eyes.

Zhao Liu hid his sword energy in such high-strength beads, but he actually wanted to sneak attack on Fo Sanku.

But he didn't know that the Buddha had been withered since then to cast down the demon's pestle and break the black and white beads.

This caused the sword energy to flow back and injure himself instead.

Fo Sanku opened his round eyes angrily, looked at Zhao Liu, and said coldly: "I wanted to take your life, but people like you are not worthy of dying in the hands of Lord Buddha. If Lord Buddha kills a young person like you, wouldn't it be wrong?

Leave a bad name."

Fo Sanku glanced at Zhao Liu.

Hong Yun glanced at Zhao Liu, who was lying on the ground twitching, and frowned slightly.

He immediately descended to Zhao Liu's side, felt Zhao Liu's pulse with his hand, and frowned, saying: "The sword energy attacked my body and my meridians were cut off. I'm afraid I will never step into the heavenly realm in this life."

When Zhao Liu heard this, he almost fainted.

After listening to Hong Yun's words, the disciples of the Zhao family in Miaojiang looked at Yun Mengze's disciples with hatred on their faces, and said coldly: "What a ruthless monk, he actually cut off senior brother Zhao's meridians."

These disciples didn't know why, so they naturally thought that the sword energy was used by Buddha Sanku.

Only four people present knew it.

Fo Sanku and Zhao Liu, who were fighting, naturally knew where the sword energy came from.

The other two people are Hongyun and Taoist Xu Zhen. They understand that Zhao Liu himself harmed them.

But often only what a few people understand is not recognized.

Everyone is like this.

They looked at Fo Sanku angrily. One of the disciples stood up and said coldly: "Uncle Master, I'm going to kill that monk. He actually injured Brother Zhao Liu so seriously that he broke his

The foundation of Taoism."

Hongyun immediately blocked the apparently indignant disciple and said slowly: "Since it is a bet, I am willing to admit defeat and do not act out of anger."

Although his words stopped everyone, there was still a bad breath in everyone's hearts that was difficult to spit out.

The disciples on both sides looked at each other with murderous intent.

At this moment, the young man in Luo Shan stood up.

He glanced at Zhao Liu and said, "Senior brothers, don't worry, I will kill the person who is fighting later."

Everyone nodded after hearing what the young man in Luo Shan said.

With Senior Brother Zhao Teng here, we can vent our anger.

Taoist Xu Zhen took one look at Zhao Teng's fierce murderous intent, and couldn't help but slightly moved his face, saying: "Which of you will participate in the third game?"

After he said this, he immediately added: "The first two games were forbearing, but in the third game, a lot of grievances have been accumulated. This young man is so full of murderous intentions that he may have murderous intentions."
Chapter completed!