The outer courtyard of the Jade Butterfly Sect is quiet and peaceful, covered with silver gauze formed by the moonlight, as if it has fallen into a deep sleep.

More than thirty figures suddenly jumped out from the shadows of the alleys on all sides and rushed directly towards the outer courtyard of the Jade Butterfly Sect.

They were dressed in black shirts and covered their faces with black scarves, leaving only their eyes exposed.

After rushing out of the shadow, he rushed into the courtyard of the Jade Butterfly Sect's outer courtyard without hesitation. He rushed towards Ning Zhenzhen's small courtyard first. He wanted to capture the thief first and capture the king first.

"Amitabha!" A Buddha's name rose slowly, like a yellow bell vibrating in the night sky, breaking the tranquility of the night.

The thirty-six figures slowed down for a moment, then continued to rush towards Ning Zhenzhen's small courtyard, and within a moment they had landed in Ning Zhenzhen's courtyard.

In Ning Zhenzhen's small courtyard, monk Yuande and four middle-aged monks were standing on the east side, while Ning Zhenzhen and twelve girls were standing on the west side.

People on both sides use the small pavilion in the center as a boundary.

The five monks Yuande form a pentagon, which is calm and peaceful.

Twelve girls formed a circle, and Ning Zhenzhen stood in the center of the circle, each holding a sword, standing coldly, the sword light was cold.

The thirty-six figures were divided into two, twelve of them pounced on the five monks Yuande, and the remaining thirteen figures pounced on Ning Zhenzhen.

Ning Zhenzhen snorted softly: "Start the formation!"

The twelve girls took steps and began to walk quickly, as light as the wind. The sword lights connected and connected with each other, forming a silver ring to protect the twelve girls.

The five monks Yuande did not move, only the bright yellow monk's robes fluttered, as if they were standing in the strong wind.

"Hey." A purple sword light surpassed everyone and shot at Ning Zhenzhen from the air at a much faster speed.

The sword formation of twelve girls ignored him and did not stop him.

But the sword formation has changed into two haloes, one outside and one inside, with six swords pointing inside the formation and six swords pointing outside.

Ning Zhenzhen didn't use the sword. She swung her body and made the sword pierce the air. Her jade palm lightly hit the person holding the sword.

The man holding the sword was a middle-aged handsome man. He didn't fly out after being hit in the palm, but his figure stagnated for a moment.

When he was frozen, several swords stabbed him, directly hitting his vital points, and he fell limply.

Ning Zhenzhen hummed: "Ben Lei Divine Sword."

The second sword light had already struck, and it still swooped down from the air at an extremely fast speed, reaching her in an instant.

She recognized it as the Lightning Chaser Sword.

The fate of the Lightning Chasing Divine Sword was the same as that of the Thunderbolt Divine Sword. When it was dodged by Ning Zhenzhen, it also received a slap, and then was stabbed by six swords, all of which were fatal.

He also fell down.

Monk Yuande has been worried that Ning Zhenzhen and the two Divine Sword Peak elders will cause the two Divine Sword Peak elders to practice sword techniques, so he has been paying attention to this.

Even though he was across the small pavilion, he still saw this scene and couldn't help but admire Ning Zhenzhen's mysterious palm skills and mysterious sword formation.

"Bang bang bang bang..." The eminent monks from Damiaolian Temple also started to take action. They stood in front of Monk Yuande and waved their palms.

A lotus palm came out to welcome him, and a golden lotus appeared faintly in the palm of his hand.

As the golden lotus becomes clearer, the palm power becomes stronger and stronger.

The sword, as sharp as iron as clay, stabbed into the lotus palm, making no sound but unable to cut the skin of the palm.

Instead, it is absorbed by the force of the palm. If you want to break away, you have to pull hard to withdraw. The force of the palm can also be transmitted into the opponent's body through the sword body.

The eminent monks of Damiaolian Temple are far superior to them because of their profound cultivation and refined skills, which causes the Gang Qi of these elders to not flow smoothly.

The power of the sword technique will be affected.

After several sword blows, the Gang Qi circulation became even more sluggish and its power was greatly reduced.

This creates a vicious cycle. After one sword attack, the power is weakened by one point, and after several times, the power is weakened by several points.

Later, it was no longer a threat to his life, and he was forced to retreat step by step by the power of the lotus palm.

"Amitabha." Monk Yuande stood behind the four monks, shouted the Buddha's name, and said slowly: "Elders of Shenjian Peak, please retreat."

The elders and masters of Shenjian Peak ignored them and continued to attack wildly. Six people fell outside the sword array, and the two who fell inside the sword array were all lifeless and dead.

This made them furious.

No matter what, we must destroy the Jade Butterfly Sect today.

"Amitabha!" Monk Yuande proclaimed the name of the Buddha and said in a deep voice: "If you continue, you will not be able to get any favors from you. The monks in our temple are already waiting for you. Are we going to force them to take action?"

His voice was clear and clear, and every word contained a breathtaking power. He had already used a secret technique, similar to a lion's roar.

This secret technique can't wake up the red-eyed people.

"Amitabha!" A Buddha's trumpet sounded in the southeast corner, as loud as a giant bell.

"Amitabha!" A Buddha's trumpet sounded from the southwest corner.

"Amitabha!" A Buddha's trumpet sounded from the northeast corner.

"Amitabha!" A Buddha's trumpet sounded from the northwest corner.

The sound of the Buddha's chant rises and falls one after another, all containing spiritual mysticism.

"...Withdraw." A low-key voice sounded from among the men in black.

The twenty or so people who were fighting turned around and walked away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Monk Yuande sighed.

The masters of the Great Miaolian Temple did not kill anyone, but the twelve girls of the Jade Butterfly Sect looked as beautiful as a flower and as delicate as a willow, but they did not show any mercy when killing people. In this moment, they killed six masters of the Divine Sword Peak.

Fortunately, Sect Master Mo didn't take action anymore and just stood in the formation and watched the battle.

No master from Divine Sword Peak rushed in to die again.

I really underestimated the strength of the Jade Butterfly Sect. They were actually stronger in killing than the masters of the Great Miaolian Temple.

He glanced at the six dead people and walked over.

Ning Zhenzhen waved her jade hands.

The twelve girls stepped away lightly and dispersed the sword array.

Ning Zhenzhen Heshi said: "Thank you, Master."

Monk Yuande shook his head: "Even if there are no poor monks and others, the masters of Shenjian Peak will not be able to get away."

Ning Zhenzhen said: "If it weren't for the master, all the pressure would be gathered, and we wouldn't be able to bear it, and we would collapse long ago."

Monk Yuande looked solemn and showed no joy.

He saw the determination in the cold eyes of those masters of Divine Sword Peak, and knew that Divine Sword Peak would never give up.

Shenjian Peak is really starting to go crazy.
Chapter completed!