Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 135 Poisonous Man, Copper Man

During the day, Yu and his party were dressed in black.

He himself wore a noble and elegant black moiré robe, with the "Full Moon Scimitar", the devil's sect's divine weapon hanging from his waist.

The three charming beauties Mei Shuying, Hua Baifeng and Lin Xianer beside her were all wearing black palace dresses, which made their skin look better than snow, and their white teeth and bright eyes were even more beautiful.

Among them, Lin Xianer must have given birth to a child, and her face still looked a little weak after childbirth.

Bai Tianyu took her with him to participate in this battle, but he didn't know whether he cared about her too much or not at all.

Behind him are the three elders of the Demon Sect, Huang Long, Furious Lion, Tianpeng, and the only remaining Heavenly King, Lu Fengxian, all wearing the same black robes.

The hundreds of demon sect members behind were not only dressed in black, but their heads were also covered with hoods and metal masks connected to the clothes. Even in broad daylight, they looked very mysterious and terrifying.

After Bai Tianyu and Ma Kongqun looked at each other and laughed, they went straight to the empty reed shed on the other side and sat down. The three women, the three elders, and Lu Fengxian sat down beside him, while the others stood silently behind him.

Xinhu saw that the other party had already sat down, so he stood up, clasped his hands and saluted from a distance, and said: "Master Bai has arrived. I don't know what he has to say about the rules of today's meeting?"

Tian Tianyu smiled and said: "What kind of rules can there be? In the final analysis, it is just soldiers versus soldiers, and generals against generals. Unless one party is completely defeated or surrendered, there will be no way to get off the Lotus Peak!"

Xinhu sighed: "Master Bai is so courageous. Since this is the case, I will let our sect offer some suggestions and send a few disciples to show off their embarrassment and make everyone laugh."

Xinzhou beside him took out a dark iron wooden fish from his arms, placed it in front of him and started banging it.

The wooden fish he struck was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and there seemed to be some mysterious rhythm hidden in it.

Following the sound of the wooden fish, the eighteen Shaolin monks, all wrapped up tightly and carrying octagonal copper sticks on their backs, stepped forward and stood silently in the field, like eighteen statues with nothing.

When the eighteen Shaolin monks came on stage, Mei Shuying showed a thoughtful look on his face, and then whispered a few words into Tian Tianyu's ear.

There was a look of surprise on Bai Tianyu's face, and then he glanced at the Shaolin camp with a slightly mocking gaze, and said with a smile: "I don't want to take advantage of you, so I also sent eighteen followers to fight. It's for today's event." Warm up the atmosphere with a battle that will be passed down to future generations!”

Huang Long, the great elder of the Demon Sect behind him, took out a bamboo slipper, put it to his lips and played it.

In the desolate sound of Hujia, eighteen people from the black-clothed congregation walked out, carrying whips, maces, axes, hammers and other heavy weapons. They appeared silently like Shaolin monks and stood facing each other.

Suddenly, Xinzhou's wooden fish and Huanglong's beard became hurried, and the two sides of the confrontation also made moves. The octagonal copper rod that the Shaolin monk had grasped violently collided with the weapons of the demon sect's followers, and a sound was heard. The sound of gold and iron was deafening.

The heroes present in the Central Plains were shocked to find that both sides of the war seemed to be extremely talented and had practiced martial arts to the extreme. Each of them was extremely powerful, and every blow from the already heavy weapons in their hands contained the terrifying power of cracking monuments and cracking rocks. They have strong strength, but they don't have the clumsiness of ordinary external martial arts masters, and their bodies move as fast as the wind.

Although there are many masters of external skills in today's world, the requirements for talent and perseverance to cultivate to this level are too high, so it has been very rare to see them, but now thirty-six of them appeared at once.

With the combat power they have shown, any party can easily destroy a medium-sized sect.

When the fight got more intense, everyone discovered that they had practiced body-protection skills to the extreme. Sometimes they were unable to dodge and parry, so they would let the opponent's heavy weapon that could break stones fall on them. He staggered, then continued fighting seemingly unscathed. But the clothes they wore could not withstand such abuse, and they were shattered under the heavy blows of their opponents, revealing their well-covered true colors.

When they saw the appearance of both sides, everyone was shocked and in an uproar.

The eighteen Shaolin monks were covered in golden light, as if their bodies were plated with gold, and they looked like golden Arhats.

The eighteen demon sect members had withered skin all over their bodies, and their bodies were gray and gray, like zombies.

Although the appearance of both sides is very different, their faces have the same dull expression, not like a living person at all.

Most of the people present were experienced and experienced veterans. Seeing this situation, they all guessed that neither party was a real master of external skills, but had used some weird heretical method to turn living people into puppet-like evil things.

The demon sect is a heretic, and it is just a method that seems to be unorthodox at first glance. The leader of the white sect, Shaolin, is so unscrupulous, which is really beyond everyone's expectation.

Bai Tianyu saw the expressions on everyone's faces, and added to the fire with a smile: "These members of our sect are the most devout believers in the Demon Lord. They voluntarily entered the secret realm of our sect, the 'Ten Thousand Poisons Blood Pond', to be tempered by ten thousand poisons." , transformed into the "poison god warrior" of our sect who charges into battle, but I don't know if these disciples of your sect are also willing to accept this kind of transformation... And if this sect leader sees it well, your method of transforming strangers into bodies of gold and iron should be It comes from the lost half of the 'Iron-Chewing Dafa' of our religion!"

"Namo Amitabha!"

Xinhu was silent for a long time. Under the suspicious and contemptuous eyes of everyone around him, he clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha's name, and a look of compassion appeared behind him.

"Master Bai's prediction is correct. These Shaolin Dharma Protector Bronze Figures are indeed made by referring to the fragments of the "Iron Chewing Technique" that I got from your sect back then, and combined with the techniques of medicine and alchemy. Every one of them is a criminal. Shaolin disciples who have made unforgivable mistakes. Lao Na believes that there is no good or evil in magic. If you use it right, it will be right, and if you use it wrong, it will be evil. If it can be used to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, the evil method is also the right method. It is these Shaolin disciples who devote themselves to the cause of exterminating demons and defending the Tao. It can eliminate sins and lead a blissful life!"

Seeing that most of the heroes from the Central Plains had a look of relief on their faces after hearing these words, Tian Tianyu clapped his hands and sighed: "What a great Buddhist monk, with his golden tongue, he really has the great magical power to reverse right and wrong!"

Xinhu retorted: "Black is black and white is white. If it can be reversed by mere words, unless black is not black and white is not white!"

The two were bickering here, and the battlefield had reached a critical moment to determine the winner.

The strength and speed of the two sides are roughly the same, but the golden and iron body of the Shaolin Protector Bronze Man is better than the Demon Sect's Poison God Warriors in defense. As time passes, the advantage becomes greater and greater. There are already three Poison God Warriors on the opponent's bronze stick. The heavy blow resulted in broken tendons and fractures, and he temporarily lost the ability to move.

Suddenly, the Hujia tune that Huang Long used to control these poisonous warriors changed again.

As the tune changed, the fifteen intact Poison God Warriors quickly retreated. The three Poison God Warriors who fell to the ground suddenly exploded violently. Their bodies were torn apart by the huge force that exploded from the inside out. A large amount of flesh and blood followed the explosion. Power splashed in all directions.

The seven closest bronze Shaolin guardians were blown away by the force of the explosion, and their heads and bodies were covered with splashes of flesh and blood.

After the flesh and blood fell on them, wisps of yellow smoke immediately emitted, corroding their golden and iron bodies that were not afraid of heavy blows with weapons into pits, and a large amount of yellow water flowed out from the wounds.

In less than a moment, the bodies of these seven Shaolin Bronze Figures had completely melted away, leaving only their weapons, clothing and puddles of yellow water!

(End of this chapter)