Chapter 589：

ps: The twenty-fourth league is born.

Even if Fa Yuan was carrying six people, the speed was still windy, and Fa Xiang could barely keep up.

Behind the two men in black could not catch up, farther and farther.

The middle-aged monks in the six magic halls gradually faced the downfall as they faced ten men in black.

These ten men in black have good martial arts skills and are not afraid of death. All of them are desperate to attack, and all the tricks are burned with jade, suppressing six gray-clad monks.

The six monks did not panic and calmly dealt with it. When they saw that Fa Yuan and Fa Xiang fled with people, they were unconcerned.

The task this time is to bring the cultivators of Asura to the temple to suppress them. These people are more important than the traitors in the temple. At all costs, even if they give up, they must let Fayuan take them back to the temple.

These ten Ashura martial arts are overbearing. They reluctantly maintain them with six pairs of ten, and they can't perform mystery. The mystery of Asura's magic is equally powerful, so they may not be able to win.

They must be dragged to death and not allowed to chase Fayuan Master.

After a while, the two men in black turned back, no longer chasing Fa Yuan, and turned back to deal with the six monks at the Demon Academy.

After they joined, the situation of the six monks turned sharply and fell to the downwind. Even if the twelve men in black still prevailed, they were still desperately trying to fall into the downwind.

Fa Yuan and Fa Xiang galloped like a gust of wind. Seeing those who were not chasing behind him, they stopped slowly.

Fa Yuan put down the six people and turned his head to look back at the direction when he came: "Go back and help the Brothers of the Demon Academy ... Brother Brother Faxiang, take them first."

Fa Xiang nodded: "You can't beat and run."

"Yes." Fa Yuan promised, fluttering away.

Fa Xiang glanced at the six people on the ground, rushing up like a gust of wind.

When Fa Yuan came to the place where the eighteen people were fighting, two of the six monks were wounded, and the remaining four were more strenuous, and the situation was at stake.

"Amitabha ..." Fa Yuan announced a Buddhist horn, with golden light flashing on his body, solemn treasures, compassionate eyes, and fluttering with a flutter of palms, and the Sanskrit sounds dangled, seeming to float from the far side of the sky, casting a million Buddhas Palm.

"Bang!" Fa Yuan hit a person's shoulder, his movement was slow, but he could not avoid it.

"Bang! Bang!" His palms intersect with their right palms again.

The movement of these three people was delayed for a while, and the internal force was not so smooth. Although the hot breath from the palm print was not strong, it kept interrupting the internal force flow.

"Bang! Bang!" Fa Yuan intersected the two right palms again.

The internal forces of those two people were also a little delayed.

"Be careful of this little monk!" Someone cried.

The two men in black inhaled suddenly, flesh flew into the bones, and immediately turned into a skeleton, running towards Fa Yuan. Their eyes glowed red, the speed was extremely fast, as if two blasts of wind were blowing.

France Yuan slowly looms again.

"Bang!" The two greeted the palms of the ten thousand Buddhas without hesitation, followed by the second round of Fang Yuan to cast their second palm, and they were close to him.

They seem to know the weakness of Wanfo Palm, and know that it takes a while to get out of the palm.

If the distance is too long, this can be compensated for a moment, from the palm out to the palm out, it will be completed, the brewing process can not be seen by others, the distance is very close, but it is fully revealed.

Fa Yuan simply gave up the palms of the ten thousand Buddhas and asked to press out, and all the fingers were dangled around him, comparable to the two men in black.

The two men in black are six-layer Ashura, the sixth-layer is consummated, and the martial arts is tyrannical. For a moment, Fayuan is deadlocked with them. The remaining ten people are easier to deal with the six monks in the magic hall. Associated with companions.

"Amitabha ..." Suddenly, the six monks announced a Buddhist horn, and the whole body began to emit golden light. As soon as the golden light converged, they became six Zijin people, with solemn and sacred faces and pitying eyes.

"His ..." The inhalation sounded.

Ten people in black turned into skulls, eight eyes shot red, and the other two were still five-story asura.

"Bang bang bang ..." The muffled sound was endless, and the style changed drastically.

These sixteen people seemed to be transformed into barbaric people. They fisted to the flesh, they just tried hard, not exquisite, but the brutal collision of power and strength.

The purple light flashed on the six monks, and the magical power of King Kong's power was working. Coupled with their secret skills, the physical body was almost not bad. Ten asuras also relied on the body of asuras to smash unbridled and brutal.

Outside of the battle, Fa Yuan looked at the 16 people in the field, secretly anxious.

The six siblings of the Demon Demon Academy were tyrannical, but the eight six-story Asuras were more powerful and could not be dealt with at all. Their level of diamond strength and magic skills were not high enough to compete with Asura's body.

After a cup of tea, the movements of the six monks at the Demon Academy slowed down, showing a defiant state.

"Brothers, let's go!" Fa Yuan said in a deep voice.

The six nodded and shook their heads. They wanted to leave but couldn't get away.

"Master Yuan, you go first, and we will come later." A middle-aged monk in a gray robe whispered.

Fa Yuan shook his head, and he knew their intentions.

They are going to die with these ten guys, but these Ashura cannot kill ~ www.novelhall.com ~ otherwise 18 years later they will become a stronger Ashura, and even grow into a nine-story Ashura.

"Brother Faxing," Fa Yuandao said, "don't kill them."

He frowned secretly, at this time the situation was extremely sinister, fearing that no one could get away in the end, and speaking, a condensed finger shot at the person opposite.

"May I help, Fa Yuan?" Chu Li suddenly appeared on the top of a tree, and looked at it with a smile, his white robe fluttering and moving with the wind.

"Chu donor!" Fa Yuan smiled.

"Remember to owe me a big favor." Chu Li smiled.

He had long thought that Zuo Hufa, the cult of Asura, was meticulous in his actions and would never worry about defeat but victory. There must be a remedy in case of failure. Robbery is certain.

Fa Yuan laughed and said, "I didn't expect the Chu donor to follow us all the time!"

"I'm afraid they fled!" Chu Li hummed.

The magic beads of heaven fell to his heart, and the infinite power raged in his body. He sank under the tree and shot at the foot of an Ashura.

With a flash of Jianguang, Asura suddenly bent over, fell from the tree and landed heavily, his legs had been cut off his hamstrings.

Even though he was in the form of a skeleton, his veins did not exist. The dust lightsaber reached, and his hamstrings were still severed.

Chu Li acted according to law, fell to the foot of another opponent of Fa Yuan, the sword light flickered, unavoidable, and fell down again.

Fa Yuan Changshu breathed a sigh of relief, together with a gift: "Thank you, Chu."

Chu Lidao said, "Just remember to pay me back once!"

He reappeared behind an Ashura, and the sword flashed, stabbing a hand.

His body was looming, with sword lights flashing and hiding, each sword picking their wrists, cutting their tendons, ten people and twenty hands, he finished cutting in a blink of an eye.

Fa Yuan and the six monks at Jiang Mo Yuan changed their faces slightly and looked at Chu Li in surprise.

They knew Chu Li's sword skills were powerful, but they didn't know they were so amazing. (To be continued.)