Outside the wine cellar, accompanied by a high-pitched "Amitabha", a group of arhats chased after the big horse's buttocks.

On horseback, Wang Sanniang bent her bow and arrows, and with a whoosh, a black shadow flashed, and an Arhat was hit by an arrow in the door and fell on his back.

The big black horse turned sharply, twisted its waist 90 degrees, flashed to the side, and the thick golden pillar of light passed by it, hitting a small tree on the side of the road with a bang, and the small tree was blown off by the waist.

A King Kong shouted "Good, good, good" as he pulled out a thick arrow.

The big black horse did not hesitate and ran towards him. Wang Sanniang on horseback was not ambiguous, and when she pulled out the iron tire bow, an arrow hit King Kong's chest.

If it was General Shura's shot, this King Kong would already be dead. But instead of Wang Sanniang, King Kong just took a step back, completely ignoring the blood splattered on his chest, and put the thick arrow on the exaggerated longbow.

It's not that General Shura is necessarily stronger than Wang Sanniang, compared to strength, Wang Sanniang is even better, losing because Wang Sanniang's arms are not long enough, plus on horseback, he can't pull the bow away completely.

It's not a game after all, it's not that the stronger you are, the more powerful the bow and arrows will be.

Like a thunderbolt from the sky, two arrows were fired almost simultaneously.

The golden pillar of light and the black shadow staggered, and in an instant, the big black horse turned its body again, even if Wang Sanniang was lying on the horse's back, so the golden pillar of light hit an arhat in the back, and the Arhat's arm flew out directly, and the companion behind him was also hit, and the whole person flew out upside down.

What a power!

Wang Sanniang broke out in a cold sweat, even if she was hit, she would have to worry about her life. I can't help but admire the big dark horse more and more, this guy is a big heart, and he can be so calm in the face of such a powerful arrow.

Thinking in his heart, he was not slow in his hand, and took out three arrows, two of which he grasped with his hands, and one of which he bit with his teeth.

On the other end, King Kong took a step back again, and the blood mist on his chest exploded.

His huge body shook, not showing the slightest look of pain, still with a solemn and serious face, and took out a thick arrow as if it were a ritual.

There was a bow sound from the opposite side, followed by a subtle sound of breaking the air. King Kong had just put this on the bowstring, and before he could pull it away, he was shot in the arm by an arrow, and his hand was suddenly crooked.

He looked down at the arrow feather swaying on his arm, continued to put the arrow on the bowstring, and then raised it, and at this moment, Wang Sanniang and the big black horse were less than ten steps away from him.

The bow sounded almost at the same time, and Wang Sanniang, who had prepared in advance, was one step faster after all, and shot him in the face first.

King Kong's head was raised high, golden blood sprayed like stars, and the arrows in his hands turned into thick pillars of light, passing through the sky, through the flying snowflakes, and bringing a whirlwind.

King Kong is really tenacious, and he is not dead yet.

The big black horse had already rushed forward, stomped on his chest, and then soared into the air.

King Kong couldn't stand the force, and half-knelt on the ground, and saw the big black horse flying in the air, on the horseback, the bow was like a full moon, and the pitch-black wolf's tooth arrow exuded a cold light.

Collapse!

The wolf's tooth arrow spun rapidly, and the arrow stuck to his head shattered his skull.

Bang!

Vajra's heavy body fell to the ground heavily, and the chanting of the bodhisattvas around him became more and more rapid.

......

In the cellar, there was a loud bang, and sparks burst out.

The huge bronze bell swept across, and Devil Cry jumped up, stepped on the bronze bell, and with the power of it, it soared into the air again, and its back was close to the ceiling.

The power contained in the bronze bell is so great that if it weren't for the fact that the legs of the ghost cry have been strengthened by visualization again and again, I am afraid that he would have been injured at this time.

The back swims like a dragon, and under the clothes and fine scale armor, the broad back is like a pair of wings, which is accumulating strength.

Bang!

Ghost Cry's back slammed into the ceiling, and the whole person stood upside down, and his legs followed with force, kicking the ceiling hard, shooting straight down.

Without a chance, his body was large and heavy, naturally clumsy, but his hands were extremely dexterous, and the seemingly bulky bronze bell flew up and down in his hand, like a fat swallow.

With a bang, another spark splashed. The sharp blade slashed across the bell, leaving only one scratch on it.

The ghost cried to the ground, a tumbling to unload the force, and then pounced to the side.

Sure enough, the huge bronze bell swept past his body, and the whining wind whistled and tugged at his broken white cloak.

Oni Cry rolled over, ripped off his cloak, and then grabbed the hilt of the knife with both hands, and sank it down, tucking it in his waist and abdomen, and the tip of the knife was cocked up, putting on an offensive stance.

There was no reason to pursue, so he leaned the huge bronze bell to his side, and with a loud bang, he looked at the ghost crying and shook his head and sighed: "Wrong, it was wrong from the beginning, the poor monk should not be frightened by the name of the benefactor." ”

Now, there is no fear of no fate.

He found that he was naturally restrained from crying.

As long as the huge bronze bell in his hand is placed in front of him, it is the best shield, and no matter how exquisite the sword technique is, there is nothing to be done about him.

From the beginning, he shouldn't have been afraid of ghost crying.

Ghost Cry didn't answer, he was thinking about how to break the bell.

This bronze bell is surprisingly strong, but, it doesn't matter, because his knife skills mean miracles.

Without the momentum, the golden light on his body became more and more brilliant. He held the bronze bell with one hand, and the other hand bloomed like a lotus flower, reciting the eight-character mantra of Buddhism in his mouth, and his belly squirmed.

This time, see how you hide!

Without a chance, his eyes opened violently, and a mouthful of golden liquid squirted out, shrouded in ghost crying by a large net.

The wine cellar is large, but it is limited after all.

This mouthful of golden liquid sealed the way for the ghost to cry, and a kind smile appeared on Wuyuan's face.

However, the crimson flame was so bright that it was like a firebird with wings outstretched, and a pair of huge wings flapped the golden liquid.

Ghost Cry rushed out of the flames with a long red knife, and his feet flew quickly, moving a few feet slightly, and his body was like a ghost.

However, without a chance to take a step back, the huge bronze bell under his palm slashed in front of him, once again blocking Devil Cry's attack.

"Amitabha, it's really surprising, but you still can't pass the bell in the hands of the poor monk. ”

The blade sparked against the bronze bell, and sparks flew, illuminating the face of the ghost crying under the hat.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, as if he didn't care about the failure of this attack.

Wuyuan was stunned for a moment, he, laughing?

"Donor, why are you laughing?"

I am very puzzled, obviously I am already invincible, and I have suppressed the opponent, why is the opponent still laughing?

This time, Devil Cry finally spoke.

I saw him take two steps back, raise his long knife, and then said, "No fate, goodbye!"

The pupils of Wuyuan shrank sharply, and his heart began to panic, no, he had no flaws.

But why is he so confident?