The ring knife in his hand jumped inch by inch.

On the bronze skin, the ancient bell-shaped golden bell condensed by the Buddha's light has been pierced, and the cracks on it are mottled, getting bigger and bigger, and finally crumbling and dissipating between heaven and earth.

"Poof..."

Shikong's face turned pale suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the momentum around his body suddenly declined.

Mo Lingquan didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, it was not that he didn't want to, after this blow, the Gang Qi was exhausted, even with the supplement of the middle dantian, the meridians and acupoints did not dare to overdo it for a while.

"Brother Mo..."

Duan Wuya looked at Mo Lingquan with a concerned expression, and the six-vein sword qi swirled and protected it.

"I'm fine..."

Mo Lingquan waved his hand, and after a few breaths, the Gang Qi in his body had recovered a little.

"Bald donkey... What does it feel like to have a tortoise shell broken? ”

Mo Lingquan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Shikong with a smile on his face.

"The poor monk can't die yet, but Mo Shi mainly relies on people to protect him to have the confidence to speak. ”

Shikong coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked at Mo Lingquan indifferently.

"Turning a sword..."

Mo Lingquan looked indifferent.

The sword light in the sky was pervasive, rising and falling, forming a huge sword net, heading towards the release of the sky under the hood.

"Master Mo's subordinates are merciful..."

A peaceful Sanskrit sound came from all directions.

Mo Lingquan didn't care, the sky was full of sword light, the true intent of the martial arts was raging, and the void was distorted.

"Master Mo, stop..."

Shangguan Zhaorong's figure suddenly appeared in front of Shi Kong's body, and with a wave of his hand, the sword light in the sky had melted before he could get close.

"What does that mean..."

Mo Lingquan looked at Shangguan Zhaorong with a cold face, he never left any trouble for the enemy.

"He can't die..."

Shangguan Zhaorong looked at Mo Lingquan with a bitter expression.

"Shangguan donor, long time no see. ”

After a moment's delay, two monks in robes broke into Mo Lingquan's sword domain, but they didn't act out of the ordinary.

At the same time, Shen Shenzhou and a few people also came to Mo Lingquan's side, and the two sides were clearly distinguished.

"Young Master Mo, this is the presiding Xuankong Archmage. ”

Shangguan Zhaorong hurriedly explained to Mo Lingquan.

"So what?"

Mo Lingquan raised his eyebrows and looked at Shangguan Zhaorong with displeasure.

"Presumably Mo Gongzi should know that Her Majesty the Queen of Heaven had been in Ganye Temple at the beginning. ”

Shangguan Zhaorong looked at Mo Lingquan with a serious face.

"Give me a reason, I don't want to leave a mess behind. ”

Mo Lingquan looked at Shangguan Zhaorong with an indifferent expression.

"Don't give to you, be forgiving and forgiving. ”

The old monk beside the host of Ganye Temple looked at Mo Lingquan with a calm face.

"I only know that if you don't die, you will suffer from it. ”

Mo Lingquan looked indifferent and said calmly.

"Master Mo, they are all their own family, why bother to hurt the harmony. Shaolin Temple has become the new state religion of the Tang Dynasty. ”

The presiding officer of Ganye Temple, Master Xuankong, looked at Mo Lingquan with a bitter face, and he also knew the relationship between Mo Lingquan and Wu Zetian in his heart. As the saying goes, it is better to settle the dispute, not to settle it.

Mo Lingquan frowned slightly, for him, this was not too much good news.

"Master Mo, this matter is all Zhao Rong has not figured out, please don't blame Master Mo. ”

Shangguan Zhaorong looked at Mo Lingquan apologetically.

Mo Lingquan frowned.

The atmosphere was a little strange for a while, the war was still going on, but the soldiers on both sides of the war were consciously avoiding this area.

Suddenly, a Buddha light rose to the sky, breaking this delicate balance, and I saw that the injuries on Shikong's body were recovering to a degree visible to the naked eye.

"Hum... Airplanes... Hum..."

A bell rang from Shikong's body, and the mysterious true meaning of Buddhism was presented from him.

"Epiphany..."

Master Xuankong, the presiding officer of Ganye Temple, and Shakyama Shakyamo, presiding officer of Shaolin Temple, glanced at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

Mo Lingquan's face became more gloomy, after all, where was the relationship between him and the other party.

"Master Mo, this matter is considered a favor owed by my Shaolin Temple to Master Mo, how about it?"

Mo Lingquan's gloomy face made the host of Shaolin Temple feel a sudden burst in his heart, and he hurriedly spoke.

Mo Lingquan looked at Shaolin Temple presiding officer Shakyama in surprise, he didn't expect him to have such courage.

Since the abbot spoke, Ling Quan had no reason to disagree. ”

Mo Lingquan's complexion softened, as the so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, the other party was so polite, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Li Xian, the king of Luling, looked at this scene with a cold face.

"Xu Jingye, don't be caught yet..."

Seeing what the solution reached between Mo Lingquan and Shaolin Temple, Shangguan Zhaorong's hanging heart finally let go.

"Arrested, Shangguan Zhaorong, you also underestimate me Xu Jingye. ”

Xu Jingye looked at Shangguan Zhaorong with an indifferent face.

"In that case, don't kill them. ”

Shangguan Zhaorong gave the order to kill with a cold face.

Under the leadership of the four Yu Xuanji, the women's army joined the stalemate battlefield.

With the addition of this group of new troops, the rebels landed like cutting wheat, suffering heavy casualties.

The Xu Jingye brothers moved, and the knives and guns in their hands suddenly shot out, and they killed Li Xiaoyi, and they wanted to kill each other in the shortest possible time.

As long as Li Xiaoyi is dead, the army of the Tang Dynasty will definitely be in chaos, and they will have a glimmer of life. The combination of swords and guns, the offensive was like a tide, and Li Xiaoyi was suppressed in an instant.

"General Li, I'm here to help you..."

Shangguan Zhaorong was on tiptoe, and his figure appeared beside Li Xiaoyi.

A judge's pen fell into his hand at some point, and between the waves of his hand, a line of graceful poetry surrounded her.

The true meaning of martial arts is pervasive, and a mysterious rhythm of heaven and earth communicates the power of heaven and earth, bringing the Xu Jingye brothers into a mysterious realm.

Mo Lingquan looked at this scene with burning eyes, and the subtle perception of the moon wheel took all this in at his fingertips, and felt the true meaning of martial arts in this short poem with his heart.

The last time Li Qingzhao's words had already benefited him a lot. Because of this, the strength has increased greatly.

"Shangguan Zhaorong, you deceive people too much. ”

Xu Jingye roared angrily, and waved the big knife in his hand, wanting to break this formation.

At this time, the four of Yu Xuanji had already killed the city wall, and the morale was high compared to the Tang Dynasty, but the morale among the rebels was low.

The four of them looked at each other and smiled, and they were arrogant, and at this moment they chose to join forces to fight the enemy.

"Hum..."

A melodious bell rang, and the Buddha light around the body dimmed. A mysterious martial arts rhythm spreads.

After a moment, when everything was calm, a look of joy appeared on his face. He could never have imagined that he would be blessed by misfortune, and the golden bell jar would finally reach the state of Great Perfection.

"Lord Mo, if it weren't for you, I really don't know when I would be able to cultivate the Golden Bell Jar to the realm of Great Perfection. ”

Shikong looked at Mo Lingquan with a grateful face, as the so-called does not break, he did not stand up, his golden bell jar was broken by Mo Lingquan this time, which is equivalent to Mo Lingquan giving him a creation.

Moreover, now that the Shaolin Temple and the Tang Dynasty Wuhou are united, they can't continue to fight and be laughed at.

(End of chapter)