Chapter 612 Two evils kill each other

"One arrow."

Li Xuanfeng stood empty in the air, his body covered with thick white armor, the lines on his face were bright, his long eyebrows were soothing, and his flowing white face was like a knife or an axe, and he stared quietly with his eyes.

Petals fell from the sky behind him, which was the vision of Master Shi Xiu's death. Li Xuanfeng's arrow turned the sky white, and the Master didn't even have a chance to be reincarnated, and died suddenly in the air.

Everyone stared blankly, and there was silence in the south and north of the Yangtze River. Only the roar of water hitting the rocks on the shore was faintly visible. The river was thumping, and countless eyes fell on that spot.

"Kill with one arrow."

Many people in the fetal breath practice didn't know why, and they only watched one person on Shi Xiu's side die. Those in the south suddenly cheered, while those in the north were either silent or gnashing their teeth, cursing the devil, most of them in low voices.

But all the foundation builders fell silent.

Everyone is a prominent figure in the north and south of the Yangtze River. This battle between the north and the south has broadened most of their horizons. There are many examples of killing foundations in one blow.

Several prominent figures in the struggle between the North and the South: Tuoba Zhongyuan, Tang Shedu, Lin Gurao, and even several members of the Murong family. Normally, in the early stages of foundation building, they could not make it through their hands... Li Xuanfeng himself killed Murong in half a quarter of an hour. Wu became famous.

Although the twelve mages are both strong and weak, and they are not all of the same strength, they are still orthodox monks of [Kong Wu Dao] who can kill the mages with one arrow...

The most difficult thing about a mage is the method of reincarnation. Unless he is beaten to death in an instant, many back-up men will be able to resurrect from the body of the believers. It is difficult to beat them to death with one arrow. To the point of belief, thoughts even emerged in everyone's minds at the same time:

"Could it be that the spell activated the special Zifu talisman and attached it to the arrow?"

"Is this person Li Xuanfeng? Or has he released some evil spirit?"

The mage holding the tower was shot to death with an arrow. It was not just a matter of killing one person. The [Huixu Demon Subduing Formation] suddenly dispersed, and the [Kongxi Demon Subduing Bowl] no longer had a chance to condense. Everyone's color changed, and they looked at the sky full of flowers and rain in shock and pain.

"Xu Mo has returned to release the soil..."

Suspense and suspicion arose for a moment, and the remaining eleven mages also had doubts. The whole north and south of the Yangtze River seemed to be suppressed by something for a moment. No one made any move, except for the man in white armor who moved the string in his hand.

"Buzz!"

The white bow turned into a full moon in an instant, and the eleven people were all sweating like sharp thorns piercing their backs. They moved their hands, but no one had time to pinch out the spell, and the fragrance was already coming.

The sky is bright again.

"too fast!"

The magic weapon of the mage who originally held the ring was shot by Li Xuanfeng. His face was pale, and he suddenly froze. Another rain of flowers fell from the sky, mixed with large and small nectar like jade beads. The sky was filled with auspicious light, and everyone's heart was cold. .

"Another arrow!"

Of the eleven mages in the sky, only ten remained. There was nothing left in these ten people's minds, except for one word:

"escape!"

Faster than them were a group of monks in the north. As early as the sound of the string, the magic clouds in the north were already like lingering snow illuminated by the sun. Countless rays of light suddenly appeared, and the sky was filled with dense colors, all heading north.

"call out…"

The monks on the entire north bank retreated together. All kinds of magical weapons rose into the sky and rushed north. The foundation building in the sky disappeared with a breath, but the fetal breath, Qi training and monks on the soles of the feet were completely in chaos. , rising or falling, bumping into each other crookedly.

The forces in the north were already mixed together, and such a collapse was like a dam collapsing, leaking thousands of miles away. There were still greedy people who took advantage of the chaos to attack each other, and the sky was filled with blood, and there were still shouts:

"Go quickly!!"

"Go to Bianyanshan...The formation at Bianyanshan has been broken..."

The North Bank, which had been shrouded in magic smoke for a long time, finally recovered, leaving only blood on the ground. Even the bodies of the dead were taken away as best they could, leaving nothing but red and black colors on the ground.

The group of cultivators from the north retreated, but the ten mages in the sky did not move. They all looked at them with stiff expressions. Not only the remaining ten people, but also the mages who came behind were frozen in place, unable to move.

Si Yuanli's joyful expression froze on his face, and he looked towards the horizon. A layer of color was emerging little by little, with brilliant brilliance, hanging in the distant sky, like an eye, staring down coldly.

"That Maha...is watching with his own eyes!"

Si Yuanli recognized Si Yuanli's family background at a glance. He lowered his head suddenly, feeling slightly panicked. He immediately understood why the masters didn't run away:

"If I can't, I really don't dare..."

The seven-phase Buddhism can crush people to death if it reaches one level. All the magicians from head to toe and even their fate are in the hands of this Maha. If they have nothing to do with themselves, how can they escape?

The suffocating oppression echoed for a moment, and everyone on the south bank gradually realized that something was wrong. They saw the colorful light in the sky echoing on the ground, and after receiving the summons from the void, a little brilliance actually appeared.

This brilliance burst out of the sky, transformed into a purple-black color, and rapidly expanded in the air, revealing a purple bowl with two circles of black edges. There was no incantation, and the mouth of the bowl was astonishingly black.

"The true form of [Kong Xi Demonic Bowl]!"

The release tool was gradually taking shape. The oldest-looking mage at the head put his hands together and murmured softly:

"This demon is so ferocious that it has been sent back to my junior brother... Everyone, the world is empty. The time has come for us to use our bodies to suppress the demon and return to the land of liberation!"

His face was as usual and he spoke fluently. It was obvious that he had reached an advanced level in cultivation. However, six of the remaining nine people lowered their eyebrows, vaguely showing fear and panic.

But no matter how frightened they were, even if they would be shot to ashes in the next second, the practitioners didn't hesitate at all, they formed seals together, and at the same time gave up the idea of ​​​​escape.

This Maha did not take action, but just watched, and all the mages lost the right to escape. Even the mages on both sides who were not from the same sect lost their freedom for a moment and stood there blankly.

These ten people refused to dodge, Su Xikong's true form was moving, the magic body was filled with colorful lights, and many magic weapons were launched, and they were all forced towards the white-armored man in the air.

"Senior brother! Since there is no chance of escape... this opportunity must at least fall into my own hands!"

Several whispers appeared in the ears of the leading mage, and his smooth face sank slightly. Of course he understood what his junior brother meant.

When Li Xuanfeng retreated from the northern troops, the cause and effect on him became more and more terrifying, and every time he killed one of the twelve people, the cause and effect became more and more entangled.

Even if only one or two of the ten people survive in the end, as long as they can kill Li Xuanfeng, there will be endless feedback immediately, but there will be fewer people to share the profits... I am afraid that they will be able to achieve Lianmin immediately, and their future is boundless!

The ten people understood that they could not retreat, so they decided to fight to the death. They drove up together and headed forward, closing the distance at high speed.

Of course Zhu Xiu knew that Li Xuanfeng was not weak at close range, but no matter how weak he was, how could he compare to the bow in his hand?

Now they are fighting with magic from a distance, only to be shot to death one by one. Gritting their teeth and facing the pressure, they move forward and shout in cold voices:

"The devil will be punished!"

"Buzz..."

Li Xuanfeng's eyes only glanced across the sky. Although he had not read as many ancient books as Si Yuanli, Maha had also seen it with his own eyes. The white bow in his hand once again stretched into a full moon.

"puff!"

Before the [Kong Xi Demon-Conquering Bowl] had fully appeared, flowers suddenly rained down from the sky. The remaining nine Buddhist cultivators did not even look back. They had already rushed in front of them. The faces of men and women were clearly visible, with gold powder scattered on their faces and teeth. Bright gold in color, with angry eyes and brows.

The face that came towards me had a ferocious gaze, slightly protruding eyes, extremely obvious brow bones, bulging muscles, and full of evil energy. It really looked like a King Kong with angry eyes.

Li Xuanfeng's eyes were cold and hard, and his iron-like gaze penetrated him at a glance. He noticed the arrogance and fear hidden under this face. His voice was slightly hoarse:

"Sexy and lustful!"

He just stretched out his hand and stretched out his five fingers, and suddenly the forest white energy gathered in the palm of his hand. He punched the golden face in the air. The three different shades of forest white energy transformed into various tiger and leopard shapes as he moved, and he punched the golden face in front of him. .

"Boom!"

The head of the mage in front of him exploded with a bang, and countless brilliance flew up. It was eliminated by the golden energy in mid-air and could not be re-condensed. The headless body had to retreat in embarrassment. The man's eyes were like gold and iron, and his other hand suddenly waved. .

"Qiang!"

He stuck one hand on the neck of the mage next to him. The monk covered in gold dust quickly pulled all six hands on his arms, like an octopus in a panic. Li Xuanfeng said in a cold voice:

"Every time I make an angry look, I use it to intimidate Li Shou..."

As he spoke, his big hands suddenly closed together, and the monk's neck exploded. Three kinds of deep white golden energy rose into the sky, and his head was kicked far away like a ball.

"evildoer!"

But the spells released by the crowd arrived, and countless gold chains floated down from the sky, interlocking, and locked around him, creating bursts of bright sparks on the forest-white helmet.

"clang…"

The [Kong Xi Demon Subduing Bowl] manifested in the air, hanging in the air like a huge mountain. Many monks came from far away. The wind of the monks' magic in the sky dispersed and fell to the ground one after another.

Only Li Xuanfeng has the blessing of the Huaijiang River and is still standing in the air.

This Kongxi Demon-Conquering Bowl was completely different from its previous appearance. It had transformed into the size of a mountain. It was not used to block his arrows, but to prevent him from escaping.

"Qiang!"

[Kong Xi Demon-Conquering Bowl] There was gold flowing through the layers underneath. The spears, halberds, axes and sticks came together from the air at the same time, and pierced Li Xuanfeng's chest with a clang. He remained motionless, slowly raising his head, and his eyes were filled with glare. gas.

These four people all have eyes blinking on their chests, with extremely complicated patterns, and silk belts around their waists. Their clothes are extremely gorgeous, and their gold paint is shining. Li Xuanfeng wields these weapons with one hand, and waves a white bow with the other hand, lifting a wave like Countless sword-like brilliance.

"Qiang!"

This brilliance hit the magic weapon, making bursts of fierce clashing sounds of gold and iron. The expressions of several Buddhist cultivators all changed, but seeing that this man was covered in forest white aura, he actually freed up his hand to grab it. The arm of a mage.

"Build big beams and pillars, burn wood to add oil, plunder gold gauze and cover the body with gold..."

He grabbed the mage's strong arm in his hand, crushed it to pieces, stepped over with cold eyes, and hooked the bow string. Three white lights condensed on the string and made a thumping sound.

The three mages who were casting spells in the distance immediately vomited out golden blood, and their heads, chest and abdomen exploded together. Li Xuanfeng broke free of the golden shackles on his body, and used his hands to resist the big hands of the two monks who were coming towards him.

"How dare you be so bold!"

Several mages flew in from both sides. Their faces were stiff and bitter, and they couldn't control their mouths. They shouted in a solemn voice:

"Monster! You kill people without any calculation and are a lackey of the Demon Sect. Even if we return to the legal world, we will suppress you, the monster!"

Li Xuanfeng held the two men's Dharma bodies firmly and listened to the little breaking sounds. What appeared in front of his eyes were the ruins of the Zhenhui Temple on Bianyan Mountain. His voice was cold:

"The pure world is impure, empty but empty, compassionate but not compassionate... A tenant of a thousand-mile temple talks aggressively about evildoers, with a golden body a hundred feet tall, and boasts about the customs of the human world..."

His words reverberated in the sky like thunder, causing the north and south to look sideways. Many mages and monks raised their eyebrows. The [Kongxi Demon Subduing Bowl] in the sky seemed to be irritated, making a deafening sound.

"clang!"

The sound reverberated under the soles of his feet, traveling north and south, and into the deep magic smoke. Si Yuanli was also shocked by Kongxi's Demonic Bowl, and had to ride the wind to land by the river. Things once again exceeded his judgment. , raised his head and looked a little downcast.

"Maha should not take action directly. This magical weapon can only be regarded as summoned by the mages, so it can only coerce..."

"clang!"

The mages in the distance raised their heads one after another, looking at the thing in the sky as if they had seen a ghost. They looked at each other, then turned around and ran away in the opposite direction.

"Something serious has happened! If it flies in that direction again, it will definitely become someone's sword!"

…

"Hahahahaha!"

There was a white light under [Kong Xi Demon Subduing Bowl]. The white armor on Li Xuanfeng's body was damaged, and the lines on his face were a little broken, but they looked more real. Finally, he did not look like a fairy general, but Li Xuanfeng himself.

The white bow in his hand was restrained by the empty demon-conquering bowl in the sky, and its light dimmed slightly.

The monks in front of him were either missing arms or heads, and were extremely mutilated. Eight of them were left, their brilliance flickering on and off, standing quietly in front of him, like a piece of incomplete statues after the collapse of a temple, with a few more statues. Terrible color.

The crowd paused for a moment, looked at each other, and their voices gradually became lower:

"He's not always so tyrannical!"

Saying this, all the monks stood in a stalemate, looking at the man with a piece of dharma body under his feet. The nine innocent mages were followed by six mages who joined one after another. Now only eight of them are left...

The strength of the twelve mages of Kong Wu Dao was high or low. It was not obvious when they formed the large formation. Now after the battle, only the five with the highest strength are left alive.

"What a demon... what a demon..."

Half of the golden gun was still stuck in the demon's chest, flashing between the white helmet. The gun trembled slightly with his breathing. Those sharp eyebrows looked at him and he exhaled slightly.

The damaged body under Li Xuanfeng's feet was slowly crawling in the air, and his head was hung in the air. Li Xuanfeng raised his eyebrows and looked up, meeting the eight mages' increasingly fiery and greedy eyes:

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"Kill him and you will be pitied!"

Li Xuanfeng looked at each other quietly, crushed half of the escaping body on the ground, picked up the two heads with compassionate faces, and raised them high. Seeing the fear in the pupils of the heads, laughter burst out from his throat:

"I'm not a good person either, but I just happen to have two evils killing each other... and everything ends up being clean!"