Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 266 265. Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni

The three centipedes on the old monk's body were only stiff for a moment when they first came into contact with the [residual oil], and the rest seemed to have adapted.

[Residual oil] that can kill ordinary insects, he doesn't know whether the concentration is not high enough or the effect is not strong enough, anyway, the three centipedes don't care.

"It's really difficult."

Wei Ming sighed with the corner of his mouth hooked, and then rushed forward again.

Facing an enemy who has no means to kill, most people will start from the moment they realize this fact, and the only option in their mind is to avoid the battle.

However, there are no 'ordinary people' standing in this 33-gen hall today.

One is the [Sword Master] who once forcibly killed and retreated from the inner palace, two are warriors and ninjas who have lost the care of the world, and there is one.
There is also a demon hunter who is used to facing monsters and monsters, and came to him for a blood debt!
Can't kill?

Then chop and think!

Wei Ming stuck on one side of a centipede's appendage, and peeled it like peeling sugar cane, sparks flew everywhere.

Another centipede took the opportunity to attack his back, but the old man didn't even look at it.

"[Alder]!"

"Oh!"

The huge worm that was ejected was directly knocked back by the shock wave, and when it turned around persistently, Lan En's knife carried an air-piercing blade.

Chopping it off with one knife shortened the length of the centipede.

"By the way, what does 'too late' mean?"

The demon hunter fended off the centipede's remaining limbs with more and more cuts, while calmly asking Master Xianfeng.

"'Cradle'. The 'cradle' that can carry the dragon is close to success. The master is about to notice my danger."

Host?

The word made Lan En's eyes widen suddenly.

He discovered a problem he had been ignoring all along.

In the temples of Dongying, 'Shangren' is a high-level title.Although the level is high, it is not the highest.

For example, the official title of Master Xianfeng is the Master of Teaching the Fa.In Xianfeng Temple, there will be several masters in charge of different fields.

Similar to the title of "abbot" in the hometown temple, it is called "seat master" and "mountain master" in Dongying.

Xianfeng Temple has become like this, where did their master go? !

"The seat owner is the person who swallows the fish and takes over the immortal worms, immortal, immortal, and guardian of the dragon"

Master Xianfeng groaned dryly, the dagger that pierced from Tianling Gai to his chin made a grinding sound against his crisp bones.

"The seat owner's name is Eight Hundred Bhikkuni."

"Lan! Behind!"

Master Xianfeng's slow and difficult tone coincided with Hei Li's hasty reminder at the last moment.

At this moment, Lan En suddenly felt a sharp, needle-like tingling pain coming from his right waist.

The two hearts began to unconsciously enter into a high-efficiency operating state, and the gene seeds automatically began to coordinate various organs to maximize their functions.

The sensitivity of the senses is increasing, and the cat's eyes on the eyeballs are almost shrunk into a slit!

Vaguely, Lan En felt that he heard a deep, sinister sharp laughter coming from behind him.

"Ho ho ho ha."

Almost instinctively without thinking.

Lan's sword-holding instinct allowed him to pull the knife directly to his right side of the torso.

It's not a single-handed sword with ease to block, but one hand holding the hilt and the other hand against the back of the sword. This posture is used to defend with all its strength!

"Dang!!! Kala!"

Lan En didn't realize what he was blocking until the power and weapon hit his sword.

It was an illusory, frighteningly long naginata that looked like a holographic projection!

That Ziguang's knife can be known only by its size, and the user is at least as tall as Xiao Xiao.

And that power is even more exaggerated.

The knife in Lan En's hand was directly shattered, and the demon hunter relied on the reaction force before the blade was destroyed to push himself away for a while, so as not to let the ghostly blade rub against him.

But even so, Lan En could only use the knife with only a handle left to slam into the ground, leaving a hideous mark at least five meters long on the flat hall floor, and then stopped the momentum of being beaten .

looked up.

From the shadows reflected by the candlelight in the main hall and the gold leaf and brass of the Buddha statue, a huge figure came out with a positive smile, clutching a Buddhist bead in one hand and a long naginata in the other.

Her whole body has a sense of illusion like a holographic projection, and when she moves, there will be purple flames leaving traces of movement in the air.

Wearing gorgeous cassocks and monk clothes, but with a bone-white Prajna mask on his face.

Compassion, cruelty, and ferocity are mixed together, making people shudder just by looking at it.

Is this the owner of the Xianfeng Temple on Mount King Kong?

As if dancing, Yaoyao Bhikkhuni's wide monk robe and huge body will fully rotate when wielding that super-standard naginata.

Centrifugal force, gravity, and the strength of your own muscles and bones are superimposed together, and the strength of each knife and each posture is terrifying!
How many years has she practiced her knife?

After the phantom-like long naginata slashed at Feilan, it went towards old Robert because of the position.

Lan En threw back the handle of the knife in his hand, drew Arondette from his back and rushed forward.

Although the blade of the naginata has the texture of steel, it looks illusory and ruthless no matter how you look at it. Lan En doesn't think there will be any specificity.

Old Robert's armor is indestructible purely because of the high quality ore and good technology, but there is no occult protection on it.

And even if the phantom knife of Bhikkuni Eight Hundred is no different from the real knife, her knife skills and strength are completely enough to kill the old Robert in the armor!
Before Lan En arrived, a samurai sword with burnt patterns stopped in front of the naginata lightly.

The contrast of length and size is like stopping a baton with a fountain pen!

"Good saber technique! Nothing new, but solid and terrifying, my lord!"

The skinny old man smiled boldly.

Lan En just rushed in from the side, and a horizontal cut from his normal height could just hit the opponent's waist.

But after the moment of confrontation with Weiming Yixin's gold and steel swimming dragon knife, a circle of sparks burst out, and the eight hundred monks seemed to have directly anticipated Lan En's action.

It floated up without stopping.

The slow jumping movement, the jump height beyond common sense, and the time spent in the air. This guy's [light body technique] is outrageous than most ninjas!

The opponent's jump looks like a slow-motion stage effect, full of a sense of disobedience.

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni did not intend to fight Lan En and Wei Ming to the end, she drifted directly to the direction of Master Xianfeng.

There, old Robert and the black raccoon are stalking three ferocious centipedes.

The two of them were not at the same level as Lan En and Wei Ming, and Hei Li was still seriously injured and just took the pills, so it was very hard for them to survive.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis floated down like a piece of paper, and swung a knife that left a huge fan trace in the air.

Although her knife does not have an air blade, its solid foundation still allows her to produce a significantly different air refraction index on the path after she swings the knife.

This change in air density can last for more than a second in mid-air, which makes people frightened.

Kuroka even felt that he couldn't escape.

But the phantom dancing the naginata seemed to have suddenly noticed something.

The fan-shaped trajectory of the slash was only halfway out, and he hurriedly withdrew to the side of his head, with the blade facing outwards, blocking something.

With a sound of "Dang!", sparks flew.A special warhead bounced off the long and narrow blade of the naginata.

Immediately afterwards, before the eight hundred bhikkhuni could react, Lan En rushed forward following the ammunition he had fired.

Bigger metal crashes and sparks!
Lan En held the Lake Lady's sword, and pressed the blade of the naginata on the long pole, and directly pressed the eight hundred bhikkhuni who had used the [Light Body Technique] super-long airborne in midair to the ground!
The black hat raccoon hurriedly jumped to the side, barely restraining an undead insect that opened its teeth and danced its claws.

The situation is not optimistic, the three undead insects that came out of Master Xianfeng's body seemed to be even more excited because of the presence of the seat lord.

The dancing body roared, not like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, but more like a poisonous dragon roaring towards the sky!
The eyes of the black hat raccoon trembled and panicked.

The appearance of the King Kong Mountain seat lord and his superb combat power made him completely panicked.

Master Xianfeng and eight hundred bhikkhunis fought against each other, even if there were four of them, they would always be tired.

Wei Ming Yixin was already panting, but the Immortal Body would not be tired, and they still haven't found a way to kill the high-level Immortal Body.

What if they are dragged to death sooner or later?what to do? !

"Black hat."

At the moment when the black hat raccoon lost his mind, Lan En's still calm tone brought him back to his senses.

"Undead Slash."

"The three of us hold them back, you go find Immortal Zhan!"

"This thing is very important. Xianfeng Temple will not be placed in a remote place, it is nearby! Find it!"

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