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Chapter 233 Scimitar, a scimitar like a full moon! (Please subscribe)

Inside the inn, the oil lamp flickered.

The two flesh-bodhisattvas slapped their legs at the same time, and the two table legs suddenly struck like lightning with great force.

Brother Murong sat there, leaned his body downward, and kicked out with both legs vigorously.

He kicked quickly and accurately. There were two loud bangs, and a string of dust exploded from the soles of his shoes, and the two table legs were kicked back by him.

“Good leg strength!”

The two flesh-colored Bodhisattvas did not try to dodge but stood up directly, so the two table legs immediately smashed into their fat bellies, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

No, as their bellies swelled, the air nearby became distorted.

Two swish sounds!

Two table legs rushed out from their stomachs, faster and more violently than before.

A sonic boom sounded in the air, bringing up two gray-white turbulences.

Just now, Brother Murong kicked the table leg with both his feet. It seemed like a minor incident, but in fact, his feet were already a little numb.

The power of these two flesh-and-blood Bodhisattvas is truly powerful.

So at this moment, the knife in his hand was already unsheathed.

But at the moment the knife was unscabbarded, what the left hand swept across was not the blade, but the scabbard.

The scabbard was like a gust of wind. As the Murong brothers turned their bodies, the table legs that were weighed down by the two forces were caught on the scabbard and spun back!

"Spring rain, quadruple!"

The table legs whizzed back, carrying with them the force of a spinning knife, and smashed into the two flesh Buddhas respectively.

There were two dull thuds; the table legs clearly hit the fleshy Buddha's plump body, but they produced a dull sound like hitting a drum.

The two flesh Buddhas could not help but retreat several steps, crushing the table and chairs next to them into pieces.

The next moment, the flesh Bodhisattva on the left flew into the air.

Even though she is as fat as a ball, she flies very lightly.

But this lightness was only for a moment, because at this moment, she was already falling.

It is light when flying, but extremely heavy when falling.

The Murong brothers only felt a darkness before their eyes, as if a mountain was pressing down on them.

The pressure was so fast and fierce that it was too late for him to dodge.

The Murong brothers had no choice but to draw their swords.

With a swish, the knife flashed by.

With a loud bang, a huge human-shaped hole was smashed into the ground. The Murong brothers were buried under the mountain of flesh and looked dead.

As a result, the next moment, the Flesh Bodhisattva suddenly let out a muffled groan, and the entire body that was pressed down fell backwards, bringing up a string of greasy juice.

A seemingly thin but bright knife light emerged from the pit, which was particularly conspicuous.

The Murong brothers rushed out from deeper into the pit.

Because of the moment when the Flesh Bodhisattva pressed down, the swords of the Murong brothers did not cut towards the Flesh Bodhisattva, but towards the ground.

He first cut a gap in the ground and drilled into it, thus not only avoiding most of the meat mountain's attacks from the Meat Bodhisattva, but also finding an opportunity to gather strength and make a slash.

The Spring Rain Sword Qi swirled among the fat of the Flesh Bodhisattva. The first thing that flew out was disgusting fat, and only now did a string of blood fly out.

Five layers of spring rain were just enough to break through the defenses.

"Damn it! Sixth level!"

"The six layers of spring rain are turning!"

The Murong brothers flew into the sky, broke through the roof, and roared in the air.

At this moment, the swirling sword energy in his body had merged into one.

Swish!
Six layers of spring rain swept down, like a circle of green lake water.

As the spring water flows by, the roof tiles turn into fragments, the beams turn into smoke and dust, and the fat turns into splattering grease.

There was a big cut on the left side of the fleshy Bodhisattva.

The spinning blade energy kept pressing her body backwards while also crushing her plump flesh.

If her fat wasn't thick and tough enough, her internal organs would probably have been injured.

They still underestimated the swordsmanship of this green knife old demon.

The next moment, the fat of the fleshy Bodhisattva on the right side swayed and stuck to the belly of the fleshy Bodhisattva on the left side.

The two of them swung together as if they were conjoined, and actually resolved the terrifying force of the sword.

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"This hatred lasts forever!"

Brother Murong's flying body has fallen down, with green sword intent surging all over his body, his face showing a green look of pain, and his hair spread out like water plants floating in the water.

Immediately afterwards, a nearly two-meter-long emerald green blade slashed down from the air!
Seeing this, the fleshy Bodhisattva on the right thrust his body forward, and deftly picked up the blanket on the ground with his fat right hand and rolled it up.

The originally soft blanket became as hard as an iron rod at this moment and was lifted up!
But this attack was simply unable to withstand the sword energy of the Murong brothers.

This is the sword energy that Brother Murong has refined through thousands of trials and tribulations under the bed, embodying his endless hatred!

With a "whoosh", the blanket that was as hard as an iron rod was chopped into pieces in an instant, and the huge sword energy continued to attack.

At this moment, the fat on the Flesh Bodhisattva's arms began to spin and twist into a twist shape, while the fat on his palms swelled like discs and pushed upwards.

There was a click, that was the sound of the knife cutting into flesh.

The Flesh Bodhisattva actually took the blow with his fat arms.

At this moment, her fat seemed to have a thousand layers.

However, the emerald green blade energy was extremely vicious. It drilled into her madly, and in an instant, her face turned green.

"Ah! Aqing, you'd better go and have sex with the Meat God! I can only survive if I see the Meat God being fucked!" The Meat Bodhisattva said with a painful look on his face.

People in Qingni Temple do not believe in gods or Buddhas, they only believe in flesh statues. This kind of belief is even a deformed admiration.

The blade energy of the jade knife eroded her with such hatred that she made such a sound.

Seeing this, the flesh Bodhisattva on the left, also known as "Ah Qing", couldn't help but shout, "What are you waiting for?"

As soon as the words fell, a tall figure flashed and rushed towards the Murong brothers like lightning.

The strong man of Bashan Taoist!
He is tall and strong, and looks silly. Even now he moves in a silly way, but his angles and timing are very tricky.

Brother Murong had slashed twice in a row and was at the stage where his old strength was exhausted and it was difficult to generate new strength, so he charged forward.

He still used the standard "Iron Mountain Backrest"!
With a dull thud, the Murong brothers who were in mid-air were hit. They felt as if they were half-hit by a flying rock. Their bodies fell to the ground like a cannonball, forming a deep pit.

With a cry of "wow", his throat felt sweet and stars appeared in his eyes.

But the next moment, he was lifted up by the strong man and thrown down!
This guy didn't even have time to catch his breath!

Boom boom boom!
The strong man grabbed the Murong brothers like chickens and smashed them to the ground three times in a row.

Three smoking holes appeared on the ground. The Murong brothers had splitting headaches and could only barely hold the knife.

If it weren't for the fact that his skills had improved a lot during this period of time, especially after his hair turned green and became more spiritual and resilient, his head would probably have been blown to pieces.

The strong man refused to give in, as if he didn't even need to breathe, he picked up the Murong brothers again and smashed them down.

With a loud bang, another smoking hole appeared on the ground, but the Murong brothers were no longer in his hands.

A hint of surprise appeared on the numb face of the strong man, because his Bashan small grappling technique was so reliable that he almost never failed.

The next moment, a bright knife light suddenly occupied his pupils.

A snort!
His eyes were cut and the sound was crisp.

The strong man cried out in pain, covered his eyes and knelt on the ground.

Brother Murong stood there panting, holding his dislocated left shoulder, and shook it back into place.

But at this moment, he was still sweating coldly from the pain.

He had to forcefully dislocate his shoulder just to escape his opponent's grasp.

"Don't give him time to breathe." The Flesh Bodhisattva warned. "Fuck your mother!"

He was already at a disadvantage when fighting one against many, and the other side had no moral principles at all and didn't even give him a chance to breathe.

Brother Murong suddenly fell to the ground, his body sliding up like a maggot.

There was a bang.

A big hole had appeared on the ground where he had just stood.

The skinny Taoist priest from Bashan stood there with a bronze smile on his face.

At this moment, the Murong brothers felt his viciousness.

If he had been half as fast as he should have been with that kick just now, he would have been completely childless!

Taoist Bashan stepped down again!
Brother Murong rolled his back muscles and slid nimbly.

The body movements he learned from "lying corpse" are really strange and useful.

But the next moment, he felt something was wrong.

There was a strange vibration coming from the ground, and he suddenly jumped up.

What the other party wanted to step on was not him, but the ground.

The Murong brothers' bodies were floating in the air, so their ability to change direction and increase speed would be greatly reduced.

At this time, a whisk came over.

This blow was not as powerful as thunder, but it was very tricky, even very insidious, and it was aimed at his waist where he was hard to defend.

He wants to whip his kidneys!

The inner Qi in Brother Murong's body roared and swirled, and he hastily changed his tactics, turning his body and blocking the blade along his back.

There was a loud bang and the whisk hit him on the back.

The blade of the Jade Moon Sword was simply unable to withstand all the whisk silk, so the Murong brothers fell heavily to the ground, with the flesh on their backs bursting.

After he landed, a huge shadow covered him.

The flesh Buddha, whose belly had been cut open before, jumped up again and smashed towards him like a meat bomb!
Damn it!
A look of bitterness appeared on Brother Murong's face, because at this moment, he really couldn't hide anymore!
come on!

With a loud bang, the ground sank a foot, and the Murong brothers were swallowed by the fat.

The next moment, the Flesh Bodhisattva climbed up from the ground, and the fat on his belly surged.

Brother Murong was sandwiched between her fat, but he was different from the Red Ghost. His skills were much more profound. Even though he was dizzy and had difficulty breathing due to the pinching of her fat, he still kept stabbing with the knife in his hand.

The strong and pungent smell of the broken grease made it even more difficult for him to breathe.

With a swish, grease splashed and a big cut was made on Brother Murong, who quickly rolled out.

"what!"

As soon as he rolled out to the ground, he heard a loud scream.

The green-faced fleshy Bodhisattva leaped up and rushed towards him.

"Fuck you old man.
Before Brother Murong could finish his curse, he was swallowed by the fat meat again.

A human-shaped hole appeared on the ground, and after the Flesh Bodhisattva pressed it down, he jumped up again and pressed down!

The Murong brothers felt like their shit was about to come out.

Even though he used the hilt of the knife to block the attack every time, he was still overwhelmed by the impact of these fat people.

It's so heavy and disgusting!
Seeing that the fat woman was about to fly up and crush them again, the Murong brothers could only grit their teeth and hold on.

"what!"

As a result, at this time, only a woman's scream was heard.

The Murong brothers couldn't help but tremble.

Because he recognized it, it was Ning Qing's voice.

The next moment, Ning Qing appeared in front of him.

Facing this flesh Buddha that was like a mountain of flesh, she looked so thin and tiny.

"Step aside!"

The Murong brothers wanted to step forward, but it was too late.

With a loud bang, the Murong brothers' eyes went dark.

He knew that under this pressure, with Ning Qing's skills, he might not be able to survive.

He tried his best to rush forward, but the fat was like a wave, pressing him down.

"what!"

Suddenly, a woman's scream was heard, and the Murong brothers' eyes suddenly lit up.

Ning Qing pushed upwards, and the flesh Buddha, as heavy as a mountain, was pushed away and fell heavily to the ground.

The Murong brothers looked at this scene with shocked expressions.

Were you born with supernatural powers?
No, even if you have divine power, you can't achieve this.

The Murong brothers didn't dare to think about it any more. Taking advantage of this gap, they jumped up and slashed with a knife!

The swirling spring rain sword light mixed with the "Qingzhe" sword technique chopped down and attacked the Flesh Bodhisattva's head directly.

With a snap, a big gash was suddenly cut on her head, and her mouth was still breathing violently, looking very scary.

To kill the meat Buddha, you can only attack their heads where there is the least fat!

The Murong brothers succeeded in their attack, but at this time, another flesh-bodhisattva was approaching like a mountain.

Ning Qing fell sideways there, his face turning pale and then blue.

It seemed that she paid a heavy price for that push just now.

At this moment, he was so exhausted that he almost fainted.

The Murong brothers pushed him away with one hand, and the whole person was pressed firmly to the ground.

He couldn't remember how many times he was crushed, he just felt tingling in all his bones, difficulty breathing, as if he was suffocating.

At this time, the fat is squeezed downwards and bounced upwards.

The Flesh Bodhisattva flew up again, wanting to kill him.

It can be seen that this flesh Bodhisattva is not in good condition. The huge cut on her belly is bleeding and blood fat is splattering.

This was the final and heaviest blow she dealt to Young Master Murong!

The Murong brothers gritted their teeth, squeezed out the last bit of energy in their bodies, and prepared for one last fight.

As a result, at this moment, a silver knife light swept across.

This knife was like a full moon, lingering in the world, so that the dining room of the inn turned silver-white.

The full moon just cut the flesh Bodhisattva's wound, so her wound was torn and penetrated more thoroughly, and her whole fat body was bounced away.

With a loud bang, the Flesh Buddha fell to the ground, his entire body broken open, revealing his fat and chopped internal organs.

She knew she would not survive, and looking at the moon-like knife light still filling the air, she said with a straight gaze, "Crescent Moon Scimitar!", and then she died!
Boom!
There was a loud bang, and a thin human-shaped hole appeared on the wall. It was Taoist Bashan who chose to escape.

"Sixfold Spring Rain!"

"open!"

The Murong brothers swept their swords, and the Six Layers of Spring Rain cut open the entrance to the cave and chased out.

At the same time, a sword energy as big as a full moon was chasing out.

Two extremely sharp sword auras, one as silent as spring rain, the other as light as moonlight, pierced through the body of Taoist Bashan in an instant.

Under the night sky, his body was instantly broken into four pieces, and blood painted a thick mark on the white wall.

The Murong brothers supported their bodies with their knives and looked to the side.

There, the waiter from the inn was standing there with a scimitar in his hand.

Scimitar, a scimitar like a full moon!

(End of this chapter)