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The dog has a knife, and ten thousand people are slaughtered.

The clothes were bulging, the dust was flying, and the two peerless swordsmen were in the sky with smoke and dust as soon as they made a move, and the sun was gone.

The blood feathers of the dala on this side are like tigers entering the flock, and the edge is exposed, and there are nearly a thousand demons who fell behind them for a while, only the jackdaw Ye Zhiqiu is not stained with demon blood, and he is as holy as a saint. Like not regretting it, it is all a body of demon blood, and it is inevitable that some strength is lacking and slightly embarrassed.

Finally, the seven of them arrived at the place of a hundred miles outside the Ding at the same time.

Only then did they see that there was not only a Ding there, but also a person, who was dressed in white and snow. What's more, it's a bald head with a Zen staff.

A monk.

The mark like a ghost drawing on the eyebrows made the unremorse twitch heavily.

"Ganzhou Dalian Temple, the school palace is empty. He said. All the swordsmen are like enemies, and they know the existence of this freak. Calamity Xuandu Soul Seal, although I don't know what it is, but that thing is said to be very mysterious, and there is no good end to it when it comes to releasing the void.

So they were on the lookout.

"Amitabha, the poor monk came this time, just to refine the demonic energy of the mountains and rivers, why are you struggling with each other. The young disciple said this, pinched the dreadnought lion mark in his hand, and slapped the head on the head of the demon disciple who was not afraid of death, and the lion roared, and the demon disciple disappeared.

His expression was calm, there was no joy or sorrow, and the monk's robe was not agitated by the wind.

The demons who fell in front of the ding piled up into a hill, and they were released to kill and kill, and they did not move, and their faces did not change.

seemed to feel something, when Ao Buregret called out his name, the smooth head finally raised, his eyelids moved slightly, and he spoke to the swordsman holding the horned wooden jiao: "The poor monk is empty, there are two things to come down the mountain, one is to refine the ding, and the other is to take the head of your Excellency." Please also ask Your Excellency not to resist, there is a lot of suffering in the world, and it is good to go to life as soon as possible. ”

The swordsman took a sip unceremoniously, damn it's good to go to life early?Then why are you still alive, as a person in the Liberation Gate, you don't want to save the poverty, the disasters in the world, what is it to think about taking other people's heads every day?

With a sad smile, Ao Buregret made a neck wipe action at Shikong, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the Ding and pinching the lotus flower in his hand, and without saying a word, a cyan gas explosion knife exploded under his feet and slashed down at Shikong's bald head. His brothers did not interfere, but they still harvested the lives of the Demon Sect monks. In their place, the emptiness is like air, and if they can't beat it, they won't fight, not to mention that there are unjust debtors and owners, and what bullshit numerology in the dark is destined for them to be too lazy to mix.

"Donor, is it necessary to release the empty sword and soldiers to meet each other, and personally send you to the eighteen-fold purgatory where all living beings are suffering and only transcend freedom?"

The Extreme Flame raged out, and the Aoki Qi in the Hornwood Jiao escaped and made the Extreme Flame even stronger.

"My Buddha has descended to the third Vajra Ming King, with four heads and eight arms in the form of wrath, ambushing the great freedom of the Dharma and the Heavenly Demons!"

Unrepentant, he took a step back, looked at the distorted air with a gloomy face, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out. There was an aura of disgust that was slowly taking shape.

"Donor, the reincarnation of the third life is not the right way, and please do not be obsessed with it, and mistakenly detach yourself from the reincarnation of the hundred lifetimes. The third reincarnation blood soul seal and other evil things, the poor monk should be unloaded as the benefactor. My Buddha has a saying, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, take it!" Shikong smiled slightly, and the calamity Xuandu soul mark on his eyebrows flashed with black light. Ao didn't regret retreating, feeling a burst of coldness inside his body. But it was the five demons that were haunted, trying to shake the unrepentant character and cut off the true dragon's luck.

Ao does not regret and secretly resents, what this Buddhist thief says is all mysterious, but there is a bad way to say it, this evil star is also avoidable, and the five demons with a mouth of nothingness appear in his body to affect his luck. I made up my mind right now, this thief can't die today, and tomorrow I will find a hole to kill him, so that the ghost will not chew his soul!

Anger from the heart of the evil to the side of the gall, a strong roar of rich golden light flashed, Ao Buregret punched away, the air before the Zen staff suddenly rippled, the face was indigo, the hair beard was like fire, the raw muscles and flesh were knotted, the four heads and eight arms of the hideous and evil appearance of the Buddha Gate descended to the third King Kong suddenly appeared, and Ao Buregret collided.

"Okay, good, you are a thief, you really have a skill!" Wu Zi sneered, but that Shikong was still shaped like a dead wood, sitting on the Bazhou Ding and wholeheartedly refining the filth of the Demon Tianshan and breaking into the bad luck of the Yuwen family in the Ding. In this way, it is still a good deed.

The belief in the Buddha is the power of the mind and the power of the will, the so-called blessing to the soul, and the blessing of all saints.

I'm afraid that this little thief bald has already been valued by some big bald donkeys, and he has the intention to cultivate him to become the spokesperson of the new generation of Shimen, and in this era of the Three Realms of cultivation, he will rely on this guy to regain a place in the Three Realms for the Lingshan Elysium that has not entered the world for a long time.

Shikong no longer spoke, and devoted himself to refining the demon barrier, and he had the third King Kong Ming and Na Ao to fight without regret.

"Surrender to the Great Freedom Heavenly Demon Beings who have violated the Fa-rectification?" sneered, Ao Buregret slapped his eyebrows, and the third reincarnation blood soul appeared and spit out a demonic light and disappeared.

The abyss monster smiled and shook a folding fan to look at the four-headed and eight-armed angry descending third world King Kong, and as soon as the folding fan was closed, the heavenly demons roared one after another.

If it is really an immortal old devil, the third world King Kong that contains the vast and magnificent wish power should have destroyed the withering and decaying and defeated the heavenly demons, but after fighting for a long time, the abyss slowly disappeared, and the seemingly incorruptible four-headed and eight-armed wrath descended to the third world King Kong was actually torn apart!

Shikong frowned imperceptibly, the strength of this demon was beyond imagination.

"My Buddha has his own immovable vajra ......" Suddenly, the killing intent skyrocketed, the old swordsman held the knife in both hands, the black crow was miserable, and the knife was twelve! The Bodhi rosary in Shikong's hand suddenly broke, and thirty-six Bodhi seeds floated beside him. The corners of his clothes turned dead gray and turned to ashes inch by inch.

The little monk sighed and recalled the flying dragon Zen staff from the Bazhou Ding: "Your Excellency's obsession is deep and the little monk has only seen it in his life, so I will say goodbye to it, and I will meet you if you have a fate." At that time, I will discuss Zen with Your Excellency. ”

Without waiting for Ao Buregret to make a move, he disappeared if he was left behind.

"What Zen am I talking to you about, Shimen has faded out of the Three Realms for a long time, and I have never dealt with you, and I have lost my mind and gone crazy. Ao Buregret looked at the place where the release disappeared in amazement. What kind of supernatural power is this? Just go, the void disappears without opening it?

"What an old dog, it's really a hundred feet to go further, and it is worthy of being famous back then. Most of the clothes on the old swordsman's body were broken, and he returned with the knife, and the southern mastiff dog followed behind the old swordsman, holding a hideous sharp weapon, a big knife named Yama Luo Conferring the Head, and walked this way.

At that time, the two of them first entered Juxia, and they had great ambitions and soared in the daytime, and the sword shattered the dome. Now, a wind and candle are in their last years, a line is about to die, an epiphany is enlightened, and a royal path has been in the way for many years.

"The last knife obviously has still some strength left, why not take advantage of the situation to cut out the thirteenth knife to decide the winner?"

The old swordsman laughed, the last knife was not for them, the last knife was reserved for himself, and it was left to the catastrophe.

"You old horseman, you are not satisfied after seeing my Yan Feihui, do you want to learn my knife technique secretly?!"

"Don't you also want to see the Ten Halls of Yama crying?"

I don't regret looking at the two old men, smash it, smash it, smash it, and the name of the knife that belongs to me is Yan Feihui.

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