It could be seen that although the old monk was not having a good time, Ah Fa in front of Zhao Yu was even more seriously injured.

If this continues, Afa will have to receive a box lunch before he even enters the main hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Under normal circumstances, according to the rules, no one else can interfere in this kind of competition.

But neither the old monk nor Zhu Wuwu knew that Zhao Yu had never been a man of rules.

brush!

The sword glowed again, and Zhao Yuhoufa arrived first, leaped over Afa's head, and struck the old monk's head with his sword.

The sword energy was like substance, rushing down with the sound of wind and thunder.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk recited the Buddha's name again, then freed up one hand and easily received Zhao Yu's sharp sword light.

"interesting……"

The corners of Zhao Yu's mouth raised slightly, and he pressed the handle of the knife with both hands, his inner breath flowing instantly.

The old monk's expression finally changed, and he raised his eyes to look at Zhao Yu.

However, the breath within Zhao Yu's body is like the tide of Qiantang, which is endless.

The old monk seemed to be taking it lightly, but in fact when Zhao Yu's inner breath spread, the entire Ancestral Temple trembled unconsciously.

Especially for the tablets enshrined in the Ancestral Temple, many of them have fallen onto the enshrined tablets.

With one against two, even though this kid Afa is a martial arts practitioner, he can only serve as Zhao Yu's backstop.

But he used his own luck to contain the old monk.

The old monk seemed to have a difficult time, but he was able to block Zhao Yu, who was running the infinite Moko, from outside the Ancestral Temple. Naturally, he should not be underestimated.

The energy of the three people circulated, and the entire Ancestral Temple was crumbling.

"Um?!"

However, when the three of them were locked in a stalemate, Zhao Yu raised his eyes and looked at Zhu Wuwu who was hiding behind the old monk!

At this moment, Zhu Wuli was facing the shocking competition between the three people. Not only was there no trace of worry on his face, but a sly smile appeared on his face.

Zhao Yu noticed the sly smile on Zhu Wuwang's face, and couldn't help but feel something in his heart.

This guy is not a fuel saver...

boom!!

Just when Zhao Yu was still wondering why Zhu Wuwu was laughing for no reason, there was a dull sound.

The old monk turned around with a look of disbelief and looked at Zhu Wuwu behind him.

Even if he were beaten to death, he would not believe it. How could Zhu Wuli take action against him at this time?!

"Yao Taisui, since you became the ancestor of Jingnan, you have been guarding my Daqian Ancestral Temple. You have borrowed my Daqian luck and enjoyed these hundreds of years of life. Today... it's time to pay it back!"

Zhu Wulan stared at the old monk with a look of disbelief, his hands firmly pressed against the air chamber door behind the old monk.

A steady stream of internal energy, mixed with a trace of terrifying energy that even Zhu ignored could not explain, directly traveled through his body.

Zhao Yu's expression changed, and he realized that not only did the old monk fall for Zhu Wuwu's trick, but his inner energy was also being swallowed up continuously through the snow drink in his hand.

"Your uncle..."

Zhao Yu gave a low shout, and Moko's infinite movement reached its peak, but he could not stop the terrifying devouring power.

The method of absorbing energy is several times more powerful than the method of transferring flowers and trees to others?

Among the devouring techniques that Zhao Yu had seen, even the blood-returning hand used by the purple-clothed boss he met at Fulen Temple didn't seem as powerful as Zhu Wuwu's absorbing technique.

Zhao Yu's thoughts changed rapidly, and the thirteen-level golden bell instantly circulated around him.

If you practice Kung Fu to the extreme, you will be the nemesis of swallowing Kung Fu!

But I don’t know why today, even if Zhao Yu mobilized the golden bell with all his strength, he couldn’t stop the terrifying devouring power.

Is it really going to capsize in the gutter?!

In the blink of an eye, using the old monk as a medium, more than 20% of Zhao Yu's own Mo Ke Wuliang had been taken away by Zhu Wuwu!

"Just die!"

Zhao Yu, who was really out of options, gritted his teeth and looked at his feet.

The only thing that can solve this deadlock is this killer move!

But this trick is fine for others, but it falls on yourself...

Seeing the devouring force becoming more and more powerful, Zhao Yuheng gritted his teeth.

Snapped!

As soon as I thought about it, I felt a burning pain in my lower body, followed by numbness all over my body.

Zhao Yu's entire face was distorted!

Even if he was beaten to death, he would not have thought that this killer move would one day be used on him!

Fortunately, teasing one's vaginal legs is notoriously unreasonable.

The moment the numbness spread throughout the body, the devouring power disappeared instantly.

Zhao Yu ignored the pain and immediately let go of the Snow Drinking Knife in his hand.

Bang, bang...

Just when Zhao Yu suppressed the pain, the old monk and Ah Fa fell to the ground at the same time.

"A hundred years of luck is really shocking..."

Zhu Mingli had a satisfied smile on his face and opened his arms slightly.

Following his actions, the entire Ancestral Temple trembled again.

Wave after wave of energy mixed with some inexplicable traces spread out from Zhu Wuwu's body like ripples.

"I x your eight generations of ancestors!!"

Zhao Yu, whose lower body had relaxed a lot, was completely red-eyed this time.

With a slight movement of one hand, a long knife with a blade as clear as water fell into Zhao Yu's hand.

Deer knife!

The long knife was lifted up, and a cold blade of light instantly fell towards Zhu Wuwang.

"The earthworm shakes the tree..."

Faced with Zhao Yu's angry look, Zhu Wuwu just smiled contemptuously, and then slightly waved his right hand towards the falling sword light above his head.

The sky-shading sword light mixed with Zhao Yu's anger was so easily dispersed by Zhu Wuwu.

"With good luck, I am the real Mr. Right!"

Zhu Wuwu looked at Zhao Yu and said coldly: "If you surrender here and hand over the witch and the imperial seal, I will save you from death!"

"Save me from death?"

Zhao Yu sneered, raised his long sword upside down, and went straight to Zhu Wuwu to swipe at him.

The sword light rose again, and it still went straight to Zhu Wuwang's head and fell.

"Huh, stubborn!"

Zhu Wuwu reached out with one hand and easily shattered the sword light again.

Rumble!

Unexpectedly, before he could speak, Zhao Yu, who was covered in golden light, ran into his arms and knocked him out instantly.

Nowadays, Zhu Wuwu has not only the residual luck of Daqian, but also 20% of Zhao Yu's Moko Buliang, plus his hundreds of years of inner strength cultivation.

It is no exaggeration to say that in a face-to-face battle with gongs and drums, except for Zhang Laodao, who had already closed his eyes, no one could be this guy's opponent.

But Zhao Yu was different.

The thirteen-level golden bell, coupled with the unreasonable lifting of the vaginal legs.

As long as Zhao Yu gets within three steps, he will be killed!

Zhao Yu succeeded with one blow, showing his ruthless and unforgiving spirit.

Instead of retreating, his body moved forward, pushing Zhu Wuwu into the main hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Zhu Wuli had the intention to shock this psoriasis-looking guy away, but he didn't want to be paralyzed and unable to move.

Zhao Yu's feet at this moment seemed to be equipped with motors. He alternated his feet and went straight to Zhu Wuwang to greet him.

boom!
Chapter completed!