Chapter 704: Li Taibai arrives late; ten thousand swords return to one

"This is..."

Su Hang's brow furrowed into a "chuan" shape. At this time, he had completely lost the ability to act. In his dantian, the vast true essence was locked and imprisoned, and he couldn't even move. Moreover, the flow of force in his body seemed to have encountered some obstruction.

"Brother Wuchen, is this kid... crippled?" Seeing this, Monk Jingkong asked in surprise.

Master Wuchen shook his head. "This kid is a bit strange. I just tested him; he contains a very powerful energy. Perhaps my cultivation is limited, and I cannot use a killing move against him. However, with the three of us gathered, this fellow cannot escape!"

As soon as Master Wuchen finished speaking, Monk Huitong beside him was also ready. A huge Arhat phantom appeared behind him, five or six zhang tall, holding a demon-subduing pestle, eyes glaring in anger, wearing golden armor, looking extremely fierce, as if he were an angry Diamond from the Buddhist world. A massive majesty pressed down on Su Hang.

"Go to hell!"

At this moment, the three shouted in unison, and their energies instantly connected.

Just then, at the gate of Luoluo City, Li Taibai finally returned, holding Li Qiushui's hand, walking toward the city while chatting and laughing.

Looking up, he saw Su Hang covered in blood. After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly let go of Li Qiushui's hand and shot into the sky.

He pointed his sword, and the long sword at Li Taibai's waist flew out in response.

"Sword, come! Wind and Cloud!"

With one sword, all the long swords in Luoluo City appeared in the air under the traction of his energy.

Then, ten thousand swords returned to one.

Countless long swords rushed toward Master Wuchen and the other two in a dense swarm.

This sudden scene made Master Wuchen's expression change drastically. When did another Sword Immortal appear!

This sword momentum made Master Wuchen unable to help but feel his hair stand on end; he hurriedly tossed the prayer beads to the Monk Huitong beside him, pressed his palms together, spat out a string of Buddhist Sanskrit, and his body erupted with ten thousand rays of Buddha light, a massive swastika Dharma seal condensing to protect him within.

Monk Huitong's expression changed slightly, but he followed suit immediately. Although he was a monk, he was not a mortal, and he was also proficient in various Buddhist secret techniques. However, compared to Master Wuchen and Master Jingkong, he was much worse.

Not only Master Wuchen and the other, but even Master Jingkong sacrificed a golden sarira, shrouding himself within it.

The speeding long swords slashed onto the defensive barrier organized by the three in an instant.

Clang, clang, clang—countless long swords hit the barrier, sparking a brilliant shower of sparks.

"Boom!"

The next second, with a muffled sound, the barrier built by Master Wuchen and the others instantly collapsed. A brilliant sword rainbow descended from the sky and struck Master Wuchen directly.

Master Wuchen screamed, his body was blown away dozens of yards, crashing heavily to the ground. He struggled for a long time, but could no longer climb up.

"Pfft!"

On the other side, Monk Huitong's situation was no better than Master Wuchen's. Although the sarira blocked some of the aftermath, it was still shattered by the terrifying sword momentum. His body suffered heavy damage, and after spitting out a mouthful of dirty blood, he fainted.

All of this, while sounding slow, actually happened in the blink of an eye. Before Su Hang could react, the three Buddhist high monks from India were all severely injured and lost their combat ability.