With the sound of "bang", the "Amitabha Dharma Sabre" once again roared firmly on Li Yundong's Yang God, but in an instant, Masayoshi Takahashi felt a magnificent and powerful force again, and it seemed that the greater his strength, the greater the rebound force.

Takahashi flew back as if he had been hit by an invisible mallet. As soon as he landed, his feet roared and crushed the green stones on the ground, and the gravel rolled up. He plowed a gully on the ground. However, in spite of this, he was still castrated and retreated like a shell!

Takahashi yelled loudly. He inserted his Zen knife into the ground. His body still retreated more than ten meters. Then he stopped castration.

Takahashi was half kneeling on the ground, trembling all over. The hand holding the Zen knife was dripping with blood. The blood flowing from the burst of the tiger's mouth flowed along the handle to the blade, and then into the ground.

Takahashi looked up at Li Yundong in disbelief, but saw that the Yang God in front of Li Yundong not only did not dissipate, but also expanded a bit, as if his knife had added a bit of strength to the other party just now.

"It's impossible!" Takahashi sat down on the ground and looked at Li Yundong in horror. He hissed, "who are you? It's impossible!"

Seeing that Li Yundong had not yet made a move, practitioners of all factions in China let Takahashi cut himself twice. Before, Takahashi, who had been arrogant, was almost scared to death. They immediately gave a loud applause and applause.

Wei Qing's face flushed with excitement, and her jade hands almost broke. She shouted excitedly, "Li Wudi, you are really invincible!! good!"

Deng Yu and Deng Jiao were so excited that they almost jumped up and kept shouting, but at this time, everyone outside focused on the field, and their voices were drowned in the roaring voices, and no one paid attention to them.

Not only they, but also the mature and prudent practitioners like Xu Yangzi nodded slightly and looked appreciative: "it's really powerful and worthy of its reputation!

Mao Yuchang secretly admired herself in her heart, but she was still unconvinced and said, "he is hypocritical and hypocritical. He can solve the other party at once, but he wants to make the other party three knives! If the other party doesn't chop the third knife, what do I think he should do?"

As soon as she spoke, she saw that Mrs. Takahashi suddenly roared like a beast. He sprayed blood on the Zen knife in his hand. The Zen knife drank Mrs. Takahashi's blood. Suddenly, Amitabha on the knife turned into a terrible bright red, and a red light rushed into Mrs. Takahashi's body.

This "Amitabha Dharma Sabre" poured out all the blood and anger accumulated in the past 500 years at this moment.

Everyone was surprised. Xu Yangzi turned his head and looked at Mao Yuchang strangely. Although he didn't speak, his eyes seemed to say: you think Takahashi won't cut the third knife? You're wrong!

Mao Yuchang's face turned red, stood on her neck and said forcefully, "is it difficult for the other party to beat the opponent by splitting three knives?"

Xu Yangzi didn't speak and looked straight into the field.