Chapter 105

The white ape's body slammed from left to right, as if entering a realm of no one, reaping the lives of the disciples of the four major sects, even the disciples of Shaolin Temple who retreated to one side were not spared.

Those Shaolin disciples were also unlucky. Their leader Yuanci died, and the group of dragons had no leader. They wanted to withdraw from this battle, but they did not expect that the white ape would rush into their midst and start a massacre.

More than a dozen Shaolin disciples, without the protection of Xuan-level warriors, are not opponents of White Ape. Under White Ape's attack, let alone resistance, they have no chance to escape.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Shaolin disciples were slaughtered in desperation.

The disciples of the other three sects didn't even have time to come to the rescue.

So far, half of the more than 100 disciples of the four major sects have been killed or injured in the hands of the white ape.

Of course, the Jedi counterattack by the dozen or so Shaolin disciples before they died also added several wounds to the white ape. One of them was blood gushing out continuously, and it seemed that the injury was not light.

The white hair of the white ape has been dyed red with blood, and with the cruel and violent aura it exudes, it is like a killing god.

"Everyone, this white-haired beast is powerful and ferocious in temperament. Let's not fight against it, try to roam around and fight. It's already injured, and it won't take long for it to bleed a lot, and it will be defeated without a fight."

Wen Xiangrong, a Xuan-level martial artist in Yanyu Tower, said loudly.

So the remaining dozens of disciples of the three major sects surrounded the white ape and struggled, trying to use the method of delaying the time to drag the white ape down.

That white ape is not a fool, the three sect disciples want to delay the time, but it wants to make a quick decision.

The disciples of the three sects surrounded it but did not attack it, so it seized the opportunity and took the initiative to attack.

Although the Shaolin disciples were completely wiped out, there were still three Xuan-level warriors and a dozen high-level yellow-level warriors on the scene.

In order to avoid repeating the mistakes of the Shaolin disciples' annihilation of the entire army, the three sect disciples worked together and united like never before.

Facts have proved that it is very effective to deal with the white ape by walking and fighting.

Bai Yuan wanted to kill the disciples of the three major sects wholeheartedly. The huge body moved frequently and quickly, the real energy was quickly consumed, and there was no chance to stop the bleeding and heal the wounds, and the combat power was getting weaker and weaker.

"Go!"

Bian Xiqi of Wanyao Valley seized a flaw exposed by the white ape, threw the copper medicine pestle in his hand as a hidden weapon, and smashed it hard on the back of the white ape, making a muffled "tom".

A wisp of blood appeared from the corner of Bai Yuan's mouth, Yang Tian let out an angry cry, his bloodshot eyes stared fiercely at Bian Xiki, and he attacked him like a lifeless attack.

Bian Xiqi's pressure suddenly increased, and in shock, he couldn't help but retreat.

The white ape followed suit like a shadow, waving his arms staggeredly, his sharp fingertips cut through the clothes in front of Bian Xiki, leaving bloodstains on his chest and abdomen.

If Bai Ape's speed was faster, or Bian Xiqi's backward speed was slower, there was a danger of being disemboweled.

The white ape attacked Bian Xiki, and there was a big flaw behind him.

Wen Xiangrong of Yanyu Tower slammed the folding fan in his hand, and three fan bones made of fine steel flashed out with cold light, and were deeply nailed into the back of the white ape.

The Qingxu Daochang of Qingchengguan swayed the long sword in his hand, and from top to bottom, a chi-long wound was drawn on the back of the white ape.

The back of the white ape suffered two heavy blows, and blood spurted out immediately.

Perhaps stimulated by the back injury, the white ape's forward speed suddenly accelerated, and a pair of giant palms, like a pair of steel forks, deeply pierced into Bian Xiqi's chest.

Roar--

In the angry cry of the white ape, the hostile aura on his body erupted, and the pair of giant palms that pierced into Bian Xiki's chest ripped to both sides.

Bian Xiqi screamed, his body was split from the center, and blood rained all over the sky in an instant, and his internal organs were also splashed all over the place.

"Uncle Master!"

Seeing Bian Xiki's tragic death, the ghost hand who was injured and retreated to the side with red eyes, roared, "Beast, I'm fighting with you!"

He threw himself towards the white ape, no one arrived, his hands were raised, and dozens of silver beams had already shot out.

He carried hundreds of silver needles on his body all the year round, ready to use it for self-defense to save his life. At this time, in order to avenge Bian Xiki, he beat them all at once.

Dozens of silver needles, as dense as rain, covered dozens of acupuncture points of the white ape, large and small.

If the white ape was at its peak strength, these silvers would not pose any threat to it, but now that the ghost hand is angry, the real essence of the white ape has been consumed too much, and its strength is less than one-third of its usual strength. Although most of the silver needles were destroyed by the white ape His palms were knocked out, but there were still a few silver needles that were deeply nailed under its flesh, in the acupoints.

The white ape only felt that half of his body was numb, his true essence was not running smoothly, and the movement speed of his body was greatly restricted. Then the Qingcheng Guan Qingxu Daoist who attacked silently bullied him to his side and waved his long sword. , slashed one of its arms to the ground.

Losing an arm, the white ape's combat power was halved. It seemed to know that its strength was no longer enough to protect itself, so it gave up attacking the ghost hand and wanted to flee outside the valley.

"Beast, you killed so many of us, do you still want to leave?"

The right hand of Wen Xiangrong of Yanyulou suddenly swung outwards, and the folding fan in his hand turned into a hidden weapon and flew out at high speed, and one end of the folding fan slammed into the heart of the white monkey.

The white ape felt as if his heart had been hit hard by a huge object, his eyes darkened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

In this way, the wounds of the white ape increased, and the combat power was reduced by a bit.

Hundreds of disciples from the four sects were beaten to death and injured dozens of people by the white monkey. Each sect suffered heavy losses. Those who were still alive hated this white-haired beast to the core, how could it escape?

Dozens of people caught up with the white ape, surrounded it, and attacked the white ape in turns with fists, long swords, hidden weapons, etc., without giving the white ape any chance to rest.

In the blink of an eye, the white ape suffered several heavy wounds. Seeing that it could not escape, it rose up to fight to the death.

Its last madness once again took the lives of seven disciples of the four major sects, including the Taoist priest of Qingcheng Temple.

When Qingxu saw that his nephew was killed, he couldn't help being furious, grabbed the long sword of a Qingchengguan disciple beside him, and soared into the air in a "flying dragon in the sky", and then turned upside down, in a "dragon lurking in the abyss", On the head and foot, the long sword pointed downward, piercing from the top of the white ape's head.

Qingxu's sword has the three flavors of fast, accurate, and ruthless in swordsmanship.

The two-meter-high body of the white ape trembled violently as if it had been electrocuted. Then he slowly fell to the ground, causing a huge cloud of smoke.

Bai Yuan bowed his head and was punished, all the warriors at the scene were relieved, and some people couldn't help cheering.