However, Chu Guangyu smiled slightly, neither dodging nor avoiding, and watched the sword palm approach.
boom--
With a soft, loud explosion, the Green Dry Sword and the Buddha Palm struck Chu Guangyu simultaneously.
However, the result surprised the two of them.
Chu Guangyu remained completely still, enduring two blows without sustaining any damage.
"Damn, is it that tough? Even a top-grade spiritual weapon can't break through its defenses?"
"Amitabha, my wrist is almost broken by the shock."
Having failed in one move, the two quickly retreated ten steps away.
Chu Guangyu did not pursue them, but instead beckoned to the two with his finger: "Is this all the strength you have? You've disappointed me greatly."
This provocation ignited Linghu Ming and Fahai's fury, and they unleashed their full power once more, charging forward again.
Liang Hao did not join the battle, but rhythmically tapped the dragon tooth pestle in his hand, staring intently at Chu Guangyu, seemingly plotting something.
The two men struck Chu Guangyu twice in the temples.
This fatal blow would have killed an ordinary cultivator long ago.
But……
Chu Guangyu chuckled lightly: "Your strength is even weaker than that of women, too weak."
The endless jeers forced the two of them to retreat more than ten steps.
Faced with such an impenetrable wall, Fahai and Linghu Ming could only sigh in despair.
"Hahaha, you ant, now you know how big the gap is, right?"
Chu Guangyu, full of arrogance, immediately launched a taunting attack.
"I'm telling you, even if you used ten times the strength, you still wouldn't be able to budge me in the slightest."
Fahai and Linghu Ming exchanged a glance, feeling utterly helpless.
"Damn, he's such a show-off. Monk, hurry up and fire a Cloud Piercing Arrow to call Brother Chen over so he can see for himself."
"Amitabha Buddha, there is no other way now."
Just as Fahai took out the Cloud Piercing Arrow to summon Shen Zhao, Liang Hao, who had been standing still, spoke up: "If you ask my elder brother for such a trivial matter, what will he think of us? It's just a mere manifestation of a saint; I can handle it all by myself."
Linghu Ming looked on incredulously: "Can you stop exaggerating? This guy is truly invulnerable."
"That's because there are two yin and yang energies circulating in his body. I suspect it's some kind of Emperor-grade spiritual artifact."
After saying that, Liang Hao put away the Dragon Fang Pestle, jumped behind Fahai, and grabbed him by the back of the neck.
What are you going to do?
Fahai's eyelids twitched, and an ominous premonition arose within him.
"Bald monk, what level have you reached in your Arhat Golden Bell Shield cultivation?"
"I have just reached the eleventh level of mastery and am now attempting to break through the twelfth level, the Great Sun Golden Bell Shield."
"That's enough. Activate the Golden Bell Shield immediately."
"What the hell do you want?"
"Do as I say, I'm going to cut that guy's kidneys off."
After speaking, Liang Hao picked up Fahai and spun him around in his hand, making him look like a humanoid weapon.
"And what about me?" Linghu Ming pointed to himself. "What should I do?"
"Let's play 'A Boisterous Crowd' to liven things up (the background music for the online game The Deer and the Cauldron), and watch me dominate the battlefield."
"Okay, brother, take care."
Linghu Ming decisively withdrew from the battle and took out his flute to play.
"I raise my hand to ride the sea and support the sky, looking down upon all living beings as mere ants. You bastard, take this blow from Fahai!"
Liang Hao roared and leaped forward, wielding Fahai, charging straight at Chu Guangyu.
"No~"
Fahai, suspended in mid-air, let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
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