Chapter 985

"All of you here are human elites with a higher level of life. My grandfather called you here to give you a chance to discuss something with you." Xiong Jing said calmly, looking dull, like the gods in the temple.

Shen Jianxin did not interrupt him and continued to listen.

"However, before formal communication, I need to confirm one thing, that is, whether you are qualified to work with me. If your strength is too weak, I will kill you all, turn the earth into a slaughterhouse, and turn the Terran into blood food. "

Xiong Jingbian said here, quite conceited to the tiger sword pointed at the people, proud way: "let's go together! Prove it to my grandfather! "

The words did not fall, from the tiger spirit blade force out infinite knife meaning, into the shape of a tiger, to all the people bite in the past.

Shen Jianxin stood still.

Because I don't know why, when he saw Xuezu this time, he didn't feel that kind of murderous intention before, but just pure blood surging. Does Xuezu really want to make peace with the Terran?

No one thought that Wukong monk from Wuzu temple was the first one to take the move.

Wuzu temple is one of the birthplaces of Buddhism in the Central Plains. Although it is not as well-known as Shaolin Temple in the secular world, it is not inferior to the authentic Shaolin Temple in the hearts of Buddhist disciples.

Monk Wukong, who claimed to be a floor sweeper, suddenly got up with his palms together, as if his eyes were golden.

All of a sudden, a pure and sincere Buddhist power suddenly opened and enveloped the people like a shield.

The sword, which was transformed into a tiger shape, dashed or leaped into the golden shield formed by the Buddhist power one after another.

It's really strange that those ferocious tiger shapes suddenly become more docile and docile when they come into contact with the Buddhist shield. They cling to the shield like a big cat.

This scene is really magical. It's already a miracle like skill to transform the meaning of the sword into a living thing. However, the monk Wukong's pure Buddhist power can influence the meaning of the sword. This is the unique magic power of all Buddhas.

Sure enough, he is the elite selected by the blood ancestors, and his strength is unfathomable.

Taking advantage of the blessing of the Buddhist shield, the Dragon Xiaotian and Wu Xianzi in the shield look at each other, jump up at the same time, break through the air with one sword and one sword, and turn into the intertwined streamer. With the sound of tiger roaring and Phoenix chanting, They stab the direction of the blood ancestor.

Both of them are outstanding martial arts masters in the Central Plains. In their prime of life, they are at the peak of their energy, spirit and body. Moreover, they have achieved success in both cultivation. They combine Yin and Yang, and their power is even more earth shaking.

It can be said that the sword and the sword flying to the blood ancestor are the music of the Qin and the zither, which makes the art of yin and Yang of martial arts and human relations play incisively and vividly.

Maybe they can only be regarded as first-class masters if they stand up alone, but when they fight together, they can play a super first-class level and reach the ultimate level of human martial arts.

A sword stabbed the blood ancestor in the blink of an eye.

The sabre is strong and simple, and the sabre is flexible and elegant. They complement each other and complement each other.

Xuezu smile, forced to blow out a breath.

On the way, it suddenly turned into a turbid stream of Blood River, which immediately scattered the sword like a fairy couple.

The blood ancestor is an ethnic life without father and mother. He doesn't need the harmony of yin and Yang. He just takes one breath to break the Double Sabre.

Dragon Xiaotian and Wu Xianzi both return to the blood chair dejectedly at the same time. Their faces are pale. It is obvious that they are seriously injured.

"Show me what you can do!" Xiong Jing laughed and flicked his fingers at the experts.

The fierce sword of the tiger's spirit shot out and whirled all the way in mid air, cutting down to the top of people's heads.

Hum!

Bang!

Boom!

The shield of the Buddha shield was cut to pieces by the tiger spirit knife. The old monk was shocked and shed two strands of blood from his shoulders on the spot.

Obviously, although he has pure Buddhist power, he still can't bear the fierce attack of the tiger.

Harvey, the cardinal from Jerusalem, frowned, held a silver cross and sang a hymn.

A white light came down from the sky and fell on his head.

Then the cardinal's robes were filled with white light, and the robes swelled and danced.

"In the name of the Lord, destroy this heresy!" After singing, cardinal Harvey pointed the silver cross at the blood ancestor.

A fierce white light from him converged on the cross.

Shen Jianxin could not help but move a little, and his heart felt suddenly.

The cross shaped treasure seems to be very powerful. It can gather high-intensity energy together and then burst out.

This energy also comes from extracting the vitality of heaven and earth, but the cross shaped treasure seems to have the function of purifying energy. After being condensed by it, the vitality of heaven and earth is purer and more powerful.

"It's also a treasure from ancient ruins!" Shen Jianxin judged to himself.

A bucket of thick white light, with the potential of lightning through the space, blasted in the blood ancestor's chest.

Xuezu's chest skin and flesh made a Zizi sound, as if burned by the intense energy contained in the white light.

Cardinal harvington was overjoyed, holding a holy cross, and said in a slightly astringent voice in Chinese: "as early as a century ago, Christianity had suppressed such dark creatures."

"Yes? Isn't it written in your Bible not to come to the east? I am not as weak as I am sleeping in China

Blood ancestor voice just fell, the upper part of the body directly slammed into a big blood fog.

Although the blood fog still has the outline of human form, it is no longer damaged by the holy light.

The intense light passed through the body and seemed to have no influence on him at all.

Xuezu shook his head and said with a smile, "compared with them, you are too weak. And I don't like what you believe in! "

"So, you go away!" When Xuezu finished saying this, a blood light came down from the sky and hit cardinal Harvey's body accurately, vaporizing it instantly, leaving only a few pieces of rags falling to the ground.

All the experts were shocked. Xuezu's method was all over the sky. The beam of blood that just fell from the sky could not be prevented. If he used this technique to deal with the rest of the people, no one would have confidence to block it.

The old monk Wukong, who came from Wuzu temple, was full of grief. He probably felt that his magic was limited and could not protect other people's lives. The monks were compassionate, which inevitably made him sad.

One side of the hundred miles you can't help quietly picked up the star hunting bow, think about it, or put it down.

With the shooting power of star hunting bow, it should be no problem to hit Xuezu, but what can it do? If you act rashly, you will only encounter unnecessary counterattack and be attacked by the opponent.

Bailiyou is absolutely the top killer in the world, but he behaves a little unnaturally in the face of Xuezu.

In contrast, Yu Caiwei seems more calm, because she chooses to believe in Shen Jianxin. Shen Jianxin doesn't move, and she won't move either. She wants to match Shen Jianxin with her best shot.

When xiongjingbian, the blood ancestor, blows the sword with breath, Shen Jianxin doesn't move.

Shen Jianxin didn't move when he pointed out the knife to break the Buddha's shield.

When the other side killed the cardinal, Shen Jianxin did not move.

As soon as he met, he had already opened the fire eye magic power, and was scanning the weakness of the blood ancestor, so he could not move.

Under the scanning of fire eye, Shen Jianxin has found at least six weaknesses in Xuezu.

But these weaknesses will automatically change and disappear, and appear in a new position. So Shen Jianxin is not sure, can only calm down.

And he was also a little uneasy, because Xuezu's attitude and style were obviously different from the last time, which made him feel a bit of bear's temperament.

Shen Jianxin can't help thinking of Xiong Jingbian because of the other party's manner and actions.

It's not just the same in appearance, but the similarity in Inner breath, which makes Shen Jianxin a little uncertain for a moment.

There must be some changes in Xuezu that he can't imagine.

When Xiong Jingbian was possessed by the blood ancestor, Shen Jianxin once taught Xiong Jingbian the secret art of dragon and tiger mountain spirit, and then transferred most of his spirit power to his body, in order to preserve Xiong Jingbian's ID consciousness.

As long as Xiong Jingbian still has a little spiritual consciousness, Shen Jianxin will have a chance to recover him.

At this time, samba, the guru from India, stood up slowly, bowed to Xuezu respectfully, and said in a loud voice: "dear Xuezu, samba has no intention to be your enemy. Samba is willing to be your most loyal servant and fight for you!"