Song Jinghong stood more than a dozen steps in front of the monk, and didn't look at the tragic collapse of the city wall that gave him a sword just now, his sword actually wanted to kill the Zen monk who was entangled behind him.

Although the monk said that he was barefoot, his body was extremely agile, and his body was even more of a Buddha's golden body.

But didn't he jump up high, dodging a sword light from Song Jinghong, that sword can indeed be called a pneumatic mountain and river, although the speed of this sword is not fast, and the air is slow, but the sword in his hand is not fast, the body is erratic, extremely chic, the sword that is gathering momentum but can't see the figure of a sword slashed,

Even although Zen Yi Monk said that his physical body was strong, and the flow of qi on his sword was extraordinary, he didn't dare to try it easily, but he expected that the power of that sword would only knock straight in, and there would not be more than a few sword marks on the city wall behind him.

When he jumped high, his body kept rising, and he was also shocked in the sky, and he was even more unsure if he relied on his golden body to catch the sword, I don't know if he could take it down.

What entered his eyes was the lone sword, but the sword seemed to be unable to see the light and shadow, just Bai Hua disappeared in a flash, but when he looked at the city wall, it was already collapsed.

The power of Song Jinghong's sword has already made the Zen monk admire it in his heart, and he is even more shocked and angry.

can cut the city wall of Qingzhou City into ruins with one sword, how many people can there be in this world, if you count the former He Tai Idiot, the sword of the Sword Saint is rare in the world, but he knows that it is difficult to see that He Tai Idiot,

If you want to count it, I am also the descendant of He Taifu, this time I came to Qingzhou City did not visit Mr. He, one is that this little monk's original personality is also quiet and wooden, and he is not good at those personal feelings in the world, and then they Fahua Temple and the sword saint gate have long been a mess, when their master robbed the monk bent on going his own way, but he did a wrong thing, this kind of statement, he Zen a monk is only in the bottom of his heart, but he never said to others in the temple, but he Zen was originally kind-hearted, as long as he can be a monk in this life, it is already a great wish, and his master is already ancient, a lot of rhetoric and meaningless,

He Tai was stupid, even the Zen monk felt it, but he just bowed slightly to the west, and recited a long scripture silently, and now he met this Song Shizhu, originally he was just dewy in the source, but he just wanted to save the lives of a few rangers, as for who this Song Shizhu was, he naturally didn't want to pay attention to it,

But on this pair, he deeply felt that the opponent's martial arts cultivation was so high that he had never seen it in his life, and he saw that the white-clothed man could quietly cut the corpse of the squad of rangers on the spot with a sword, and he didn't frown, and he was even more helpless to this ruthless and strong white-clothed man in his heart.

The monk is destined to be a person, but this person is a demon-like existence, which is indeed a dilemma in the heart of the Zenyi monk.

In fact, not only is it a Zen monk, even Song Jinghong also felt the breath that disappeared, the breath of Old Man He disappeared, just now his chest seemed to be twitching, and the needle prick was like a sharp pain, he looked back at the direction of Qingzhou City, and his heart was even more annoyed,

But tears were already flowing down from the corners of his eyes, because he had already felt that in the lake of his heart, there was something bursting, and that was what he cared about the most.

In fact, if you want to talk about it, then He Taifu just now also had no breath for a moment, but the martial arts in this world are being pulled by the qi machine, and if you can cultivate like Song Jinghong now, there must be a lot of people, but at the moment in Qingzhou City, Song Jinghong, who is now a little martial arts master, is even more unthinkable to ordinary people in the qi machine.

The relationship between him and that He Taizhi can't be said to be irreversible, but he can't talk about the grace of dripping water, but in his heart, the old sword saint who is upright is indeed a heroic and righteous person, and he even blocked everything to say a fair word to Han Shen back then, and I wonder if anyone in the world can do something to help in the snow under that kind of crisis.

This hopeless person who survived secretly was still vigorously protected by Mr. He, and the kindness could not be said in his mouth, but he Song Jinghong naturally knew that in Qingzhou City in the past few years, the old gentleman often went to him to drink tea and drink, but Mr. He, who was once dominant in the world and admired by thousands of people, disappeared, and his heart was naturally sad.

But the burst pool in the heart lake made him even more sad.

He slapped himself on the cheek violently, and the palm went down with all his might, Peng's sound, and the mask on the face that slapped directly was also a ripple vibration, and then disappeared.

He regretted why he didn't leave this entangled stinky monk just now, then Song Tai could do it to himself, so his sister Song Changying, that person could still be retained?

When he fought with those rangers in the Rouge Workshop before, in fact, he already had this idea in his heart, but now that he thinks about it, he regrets it, Chang Ying is in trouble, and Mr. He is already dead.

Song Jinghong Yangtian roared,

The whole body also seemed to be a strange wind whirlwind raging out, within a circle of his body, those huge wind whirlpools came out again, a total of seven, with his body as the center, the tornado black rumbling that appeared out of thin air, and there were purple thunder and lightning cross-bombardment on it,

All of a sudden, the entire Qingzhou City was also full of dark clouds, and the crescent moon that had already revealed half of her cheeks was even covered by the dark clouds.

In an instant, the entire Qingzhou City was pitch black again, and a few thunders in the air in the distance resounded through the world, and a storm seemed to be coming in an instant.

This is just the emotional ups and downs of Song Jinghong, but also the natal wind soul released by his storm martial soul ability, just a few breaths, the weather changes so much,

It also gave the Zen Yi monk who was standing aside and gently wrapped in a gray robe a little headache, and muttered, "The wind and clouds have changed color, but this benefactor's natal martial soul is so against the sky, I don't know what to do today." ”

He was extremely bitter in his heart, because these tornadoes were slowly getting bigger, and they were rushing straight up from the ground.

If he hadn't stood still with his golden body of King Kong and sucked tightly on the ground, even his own body would have been rolled up by the howling wind for you, and the previous whirlwinds were much smaller than these.

The fire in the rouge shop had already been half extinguished for his own bowl, but the sudden appearance of the wind caused a sea of fire in all directions of the sparks.

If it weren't for the ruins that he trampled on with his big foot and collapsed again and again, he didn't know that this fire was going to give you a storm that would hit the entire Qingzhou City.

He looked down at the big instep that was still swarthy, and touched his gray robe, which burned even his own cuffs with some holes, and the several tornadoes that appeared in the Rouge Workshop only hit him, if he hadn't suppressed it with the supreme Dharma, it was unimaginable that such a natural disaster scene was caused by one person.

At that time, his body became a supreme golden body, and his body was much taller in terms of breath, and those tornadoes wrapped around his whole body like dragons, and they bit on his arms one by one.

Thinking about it at this time, he touched the position of his shoulders from time to time, and there were still several marks clearly visible on them, and the bones were visible, but not half a drop of blood flowed.

If it weren't for the fact that Song Jinghong was just standing in the distance at that time but didn't use that swordsmanship, his little monk really wanted to stab this man in white with a sword, and he would have followed the figure of He Taifu to fly up.

He knew that the other party had left his hand, but he was a well-known thick-skinned person, of course, he was actually very shy in his heart, he was kind to persuade him, but this Song Shizhu was like a tiger out of the cage, so it was not difficult.

In the end, the tornadoes disappeared, but on the ground there were several wide water holes in an instant, and the water bubbled out more than once, and for a while the ground of the rouge workshop was even more wet, and the Zen monk naturally saved some lives, and one by one he also threw out an area of you with great force, and his hands were soft and powerful, and those who were either bare buttocks or naked, and who had never been stoned to death in the collapsed house, all of them were alive,

But now he saw that the man in white instantly made seven tornadoes, and for a while, the black clouds in the sky seemed to have become a dragon, and they pounced downward, opening their teeth and claws, and thundering.

The embarrassed Zen monk was also helpless, took out the big bowl in his arms, folded his hands, and persuaded in a loud voice, " Donor, if it's not a little monk, I'm not reasonable, but the donor is so tidal, how can this Qingzhou City be spared, you listen, the Qingyang River in the distance, the sound of water, even the big water of the Qingyang River is also for you The wind is raging as if it is about to burst the embankment, you have killed enough, whether it is intentional or not, those innocent people are also dying alive in front of you and me, the little monk is indeed ashamed, if I hadn't dodged the sword just now, the great gate of Qingzhou City will not be made like this with a sword, and those who watch the city gate will not give those big stones a life, but the little monk is confused, the conditioned reflex generally jumped. ”

Song Jinghong's face was no longer the mask made of the wind, but he showed the extraordinary face of his original god horse, I saw that his sword eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, not angry and self-assured, and there was a touch of sadness on his face, and the tears in the corners of his eyes had already dried up to the wind.

He raised his head and laughed, "Little monk, you are full of truth, this is not right, that is not right, in the end it is not that you can't be a good person who saves the suffering, you think about it, a small rouge workshop is just a place of fireworks, but that team of rangers on horseback and with knives are all merciful lords?" Killing people is also saving people, didn't your master teach you back then, I don't blame you, but I blame you for the monk who doesn't practice Buddhism, but wants to cultivate the murderous heart, I said, I will go to your Fahua Temple in the future, that the catastrophe is lucky, dead, but the monk doesn't ring the bell in the temple to read the scriptures, why do you come out to make killing, you say, there are fewer people who kill in the robbery?

He said these few words, but the Zen monk didn't choose to speak, and he didn't know how to answer, but he smiled awkwardly on his face, just folded his hands and bowed, and couldn't stop chanting Amitabha.

This Zen Yi and Song Jinghong are only ordinary age, and they have met on the Jiudu Mountain at the beginning, although time flies, more than ten years have passed, but the two do remember each other,

Now if you want to talk about martial arts cultivation, this monk who cultivates with Buddhism has never been inferior to this Song Jinghong a lot, and it is just because of this person's natal martial soul if he talks too much.

Besides, this Zen monk didn't really want to fight with Song Jinghong to the death, he just attracted him, and the monk was kind and naturally wanted to persuade him, but the process of the two of them was so long.

The two breaths that came from the surrounding body have been staring at the actions of the two people on the field from a distance, but he can also feel it.

As for what Song Shizhu said, he also recognized one or two in his heart, when the monk of the robbery, that is, his own teacher, was indeed too strong in the heart of killing, but when he exterminated the Demon Sect, it was a great wish of the martial artists in the world, and it was an order from the Qinglong Dynasty, and the heroes of the world rose up, what did the monk and the Qinglong Dynasty want, and his master never said until he died,

Fahua Temple can be regarded as the world's Buddhism Zen Sect to carry the pillar, but in his own generation, he has no intention of doing things that are not Buddhist Taoism, these years he is also bored to be an ascetic, wandering the great mountains and rivers, Zen things have not been asked, just to be a low-key monk,

He has never worn a pair of shoes since he was a child, even if he climbed the dangerous peaks, walked the swamps, and walked on the snowy roads.

Originally, the Zen monk who only cared about grass and trees, about suffering, about good and evil, and about sentient beings, but he didn't answer Song Jinghong's question for a long time.

He didn't know in his heart what the identity of this Song Shizhu was, so he already had the intention of retreating, but it was not because of martial arts, it was because of Buddhism, he should not practice enough, otherwise he couldn't answer.

But Song Jinghong didn't wait for him to meditate, and with a move of his right hand, two of the black tornadoes that swirled up had already followed his gesture and went straight to the opposite Zen Yi.

Although he is not a violent person, but at the moment his emotions are very unstable, his heart is even more anxious, the heart can not stop the colic, even the lips are bitten for him to burst blood, but still can't deter the ups and downs of the heart lake, irritable, the little monk who is entangled with himself no longer spare, just want to tear this little monk who has cultivated into an immovable golden body, it is best to break his golden body,

He glanced back in the direction of Qingzhou City, and muttered to himself, "Sister, sister, are you really leaving your brother behind, what about Chu Wuji, is Chu Wuji a dead man, Song Tai, you are such a big means, Sister, you wait for me, I will go to look for you immediately, it's me who is wrong, it's all my fault, I knew that we shouldn't have come here, just find a paradise, as long as it can make my sister happy, but it's just my ghost, blame me." For a moment, his face was full of tears, like a child, crying in the wind.

He didn't look at the Zen monk who stood still in place, just folded his hands and closed his eyes in contemplation.

The footsteps are already in the direction of Qingzhou City,

A total of seven monstrous black tornadoes, purple thunder burst on them, except for two tightly wrapped the whole body of Zen Yi monk, the other five tornadoes were still following Song Jinghong's back, slowly moving.

The gate of Qingzhou City, which was already in ruins, was already in ruins, and the huge green bricks in that place flew into the air one by one after the tornado hit, and the broken bricks of the city wall were not only thousands, but they were all wrapped in the sky in an instant.

The five black tornadoes were like dragons out of the water, and slaves followed the back of the man in white tightly, and the ground was full of devastation.