Zhang Huashui only had time to subconsciously close his eyes. He felt a sharp pain in front of him, as if he had been stabbed in his eyes by an iron bar. He roared. He knew something bad. He immediately controlled his personal sword and fiercely drew a sword flower in front of him, strictly protected his body, and he stepped back madly.

Sure enough, Takahashi was successful and immediately waved a knife to chop it down. The steel knife and the long sword were in a fight. They saw the light and shadow of the sword and sparks everywhere on the field. When the sword separated again, Zhang Huashui had fallen to the side of the field. Zhang Tongtian grabbed it and held him.

Zhang Tongtian looked at it and saw that Zhang Huashui's closed eyes were red. He gave a heart rending roar and shouted, "it hurts me! My eyes!!"

Zhang Tongtian grabbed him and said in a deep voice, "younger martial brother, don't move, let me see!"

Zhang Huashui closed his eyes and roared, "senior brother, let me go. I'm going to kill this beast! My eyes, ah!!"

Zhang Tongtian pressed Zhang Huashui with his hands. He said angrily, "don't be impulsive. You've lost! Younger martial brother, you can keep the green mountain without worrying about firewood!"

Zhang Huashui turned a deaf ear and roared to rush up again.

Zhang Tongtian's eyes turned red and his palm made a knife. He cut Zhang Huashui's neck and knocked him unconscious. He turned his head and ordered his disciples to take Zhang Huashui off the field, but he stared at Gao Qiao Zhengtai fiercely.

Takahashi wanted to take advantage of the momentum to pursue and kill Zhang Huashui with a knife, but he suddenly saw a long sword hanging in the air behind Zhang Tongtian. The long sword was full of three colors, majestic and awe inspiring.

Although Masayoshi Takahashi was fierce and arrogant, he was not a fool. At a glance, he saw that this was an absolute magic weapon of the divine sword in the Chinese cultivation world. He stopped at once and watched Zhang Tongtian bring Zhang Huashui into the crowd from a distance.

Zhang Tongtian stared at Zhang Huashui angrily for a while. After his chest fluctuated violently for a while, he snorted angrily, "we Qingcheng sect lost!" then he turned and walked into the crowd.

After hearing Chang Sheng's translation of Xiyuan temple, Takahashi laughed proudly. With this smile, he immediately shed blood in his mouth. Those with sharp eyes found that the tongue in his mouth was short and the fracture was bloody!

Zhang Ling turned pale in horror and exclaimed in a low voice, "is it difficult? Just now this guy bit off his tongue and then sprayed Zhang Tongtian with tongue flesh?"

Zhang Liufang looked at the evil monk who didn't know what the pain was. Her body trembled slightly. She said in a trembling voice, "just let his blood spray out. Why bite off his tongue?"

Zhang kongyun also looked frightened: "Do you think this bite of his blood is the blood that Zhang Huashui beat and hurt him? No, you're wrong! The strongest part of the practitioner is the five internal organs. If the five internal organs are beaten and bleed, Takahashi will die too early. How can he spray such fierce strength! He can only spit out this bite of blood and flesh by biting his tongue! This man... It's terrible! I heard The monks of the Royal shadow Hall of the Pure Land Sect have been trained to be killing machines who don't know pain and fear. I didn't expect to see them today... That's it! "