Liu Zhen occupied the advantageous position, volleyed down from mid-air, and saw the strong light emanating from this golden bowl, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Hey, isn't this thing a Tibetan thing of the Potala Palace, but you also got it?"

He exclaimed, but there was no doubt in his hand, and he rolled over, and the short sword under his feet slammed forward, shattering the strong light emanating from the golden bowl.

However, when the golden bowl was blocked, the power of the short sword was finally lost, and it could only fall to the ground.

Hongyue Zen Master took advantage of the opponent's unstable foothold, dodged up, waved his hand, took the falling bowl, smashed it towards the opponent, and whispered in his mouth, "This is a thing handed down by the Buddhists, and the people in his Potala Palace can use it, how can the old monk not use it!"

"Hehe, it's really shameless!"

Liu Zhen sneered, his body turned into a volley eagle, and he fought on the ground for several rounds in an instant, and the two figures, one black and one green, were constantly changing their positions in the middle of the field, and we could only barely capture the figures of the two by relying on the Qi field induction.

Worthy of being a top-level master, as soon as the two of them first met, they immediately turned into a dragon and a tiger, rushing back and forth on this extremely cold glacier, like phantoms intertwined.

Liu Zhen is certainly as imposing as a rainbow, but the Hongyue Zen Master is not weak, the two fell silent in the constant exchange, using every bit of effort to deal with the opponent's attack, and also cheering up every bit of spirit to carry out the most deadly attack on the opponent.

The battle was fierce, and the more Chen Xuan looked at it, the more fascinated he became, he couldn't help but smash his mouth, and sighed softly, "It is worthy of being the top three elders in Maoshan Mountain, and this swordsmanship makes ...... Tut-tut, it's really extraordinary!"

We looked down at the battle between the two, and saw that the Qingfeng, which was less than a foot long, turned into a dragon under the control of Liu Zhen, constantly circling flat stabs in the air, flickering left and right, out of nowhere, only a series of afterimages remained, sometimes so fast that it was almost difficult to catch the eyes.

This kind of sword skill is already like an antelope hanging on its horns, without a trace, compared to the Ziyun real person in Qingcheng Mountain, it is not much better, and even a little more fierce and spicy.

It's no wonder that before Ah Jiang entered the broken temple that day, he told me that the people in the broken temple were extremely angry.

In the face of such a fierce and spicy sword momentum, Zen Master Hongyue could only take out his housekeeping skills, and the three black fire lotuses flickered left and right in his hand, blocking back and forth, forming an invisible wall of qi, blocking Liu Zhen's short sword.

Liu Zhen's momentum was like a rainbow, but once the short sword was handed to within three feet of the Hongyue Zen Master, it was like a boat sailing against the current, walking in a quagmire, and all the swordsmanship in one go was subject to the greatest restraint.

I looked at it for a long time, and gradually saw a lot of eyebrows, I couldn't help but feel worried, and said to Chen Xuanyi beside me, "This Hongyue Zen Master is not simple, he actually relied on his own cultivation to condense a three-foot qi wall, blocking all the killing moves out of the portal. ”

I said this from the heart, analyzing the battle situation, but it attracted the extreme dissatisfaction of the little Taoist aunt Ding Min, she suddenly snorted and said to me, "What do you know, my master is just testing the strength of this old lama, and in the end, he will definitely use all his strength to defeat the enemy with one move!"

Hearing this, Chen Xuanyi and I both shook our heads and smiled bitterly, too lazy to talk to this little Taoist girl.

Sure enough, after fighting dozens of unions, the two figures turned into a storm and left, and it was already difficult to distinguish between the enemy and me, and after fighting like this for a long time, both sides came up with the last resort, and each rushed towards the other.

The two figures intersected, like Mars hitting the earth, and they fought against each other, shaking the mountains, and the space was up and down, and then they suddenly retreated, and after being separated from each other for more than ten meters, they finally stopped and retreated.

Such a shocking fight was like an art, until the two of them stopped, we were stunned to see who won and who lost.

The two of them each landed in the snow, staring at each other with cold faces.

They didn't speak, we all held our breath, and the whole audience was shocked, and not a single one spoke.

After a deathly silence, Liu Zhen finally slowly put away the short sword, and then sighed, "Amazing, worthy of being such a powerful monk in the Tibetan Black Sect, I can't beat you!"

This Hongyue Zen Master coughed lowly, put his hands together and said, "The elder has a good reputation, today's battle can let the old monk see the demeanor of the thousand-year-old sect of the Maoshan Sect, it is really commendable, since you can't help the old monk, the old monk can't beat you back, it's better to stop and save both sides, how about it?"

"Yes, you can call Lingyu out, and the poor road will leave immediately, and you will never miss the battlefield. Liu Zhen inhaled slowly, retracted his pale face, and was still clinging to the lost token of Maoshan.

Hearing this, Zen Master Hongyue rarely showed a little wry smile, shook his head and said, "It's not a secret, that thing is indeed not on the old monk, Chu Qingfeng is not doing well, and he has already lost the spirit jade on the way, if it weren't for this, the old monk would not have killed him." ”

Hearing these words, my heart moved, and I suddenly remembered the corpses of several Maoshan Sect disciples I had found under the Tibetan Border Highway before, and then turned my eyes to Chen Xuanyi.

Chen Xuanyi's face also moved slightly, and he unconsciously turned his hand towards his lower abdomen, with a strange expression, obviously thinking of it.

I remember that the jade plaque had been carried by Chen Xuan, and I quickly touched his elbow and said that it could be ......

Chen Xuan nodded and said that it must be enough.

After speaking, he immediately stretched out his hand into his arms, and was about to take out the jade card, but at this time, Elder Liu Zhen let out a sharp laugh, pointing at Zen Master Hongyue and said, "The old Zen master has repeatedly prevaricated, and he simply doesn't take my Maoshan in his eyes, in this case, Poor Dao sacrificed his life to accompany the gentleman today, and he will fight with you to the end!"

Zen Master Hongyue also shook his old face, and said with a momentum, "If the layman wants to fight to the death, the old monk will naturally accompany him, but today's situation is not very favorable to you!"

With these words, Zen Master Hongyue raised his wrist, and a dozen or so black-clothed monks behind him immediately lined up in formation, intending to use the numerical advantage to circle us again.

Yes, Elder Liu Zhen is certainly fierce, but he can only fight with Zen Master Hongyue, on the other hand, Chen Xuanyi and I have already experienced several battles in a row, and at this time we are so tired that we can't even straighten our waists, how can we have the strength to fight in the face of so many black-clothed lamas with extraordinary momentum?

Just when our eyes were in shock, on the top of the snow peak, there was a scream again, but it was Liu Zhen's beloved apprentice, the guy named Li Fengxing, who was holding a three-foot Qingfeng, and rushed here, "Master, I'm here to help you!"

The appearance of this person has made us feel a little more settled in our hearts, but even with this vigorous behavior, it is obviously not enough to repel this group of black-clothed lamas.

At that time, there was a loud eagle's cry in the air, which attracted everyone's frequent sideways, and when they turned around, they found that on the top of the snow-capped mountain that they had walked before, there was actually a pair of lamas wearing saffron monk's robes, who were rushing to this side at great speed.

The person at the head is none other than the Prajna Guru.