"No, I won't survive the king. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The man with the black sword in his hand was at the tail of Zhang Yun and his party, pushing the five people with his virtual palm force to quickly approach the entrance of the tomb. After listening to Zhang Yun's words, he answered in a serious manner, which made Tang Luoran and the others look at Zhang Yun in unison.

"Don't look at me, he's like that. Zhang Yun pouted and said, "This is the Sifang Sword Head of Sifang Mountain, Yi Jian." ”

"Vajra Dharma!" Yi Jian suddenly stretched out his hand and patted the Supreme Monk on the shoulder, and his voice poured into the Supreme Monk's ears through the wind whistling in his ears.

Zhishan didn't understand why Yi Jian wanted him to cast the Vajra Aspect again, because at this time, he was really unable to gather a strong enough internal force to use that move.

If it weren't for something being stabbed into Zhishan's shoulder by Yi Jian's slap. A powerful medicinal power that melted in an instant refilled the supreme dantian in an instant, and although it could not be restored to its strongest state, it was not far off. Without thinking, Zhishan used the vajra method again, and then he noticed that the flow of good and evil in his eyes had changed.

There is an ambush ahead. Zhishan suddenly understood what Yi Jian meant, because he had already seen two extremely simple darts bounce off his Vajra Dharma, which was something from Shaolin Temple, so the person in ambush in front of him must be someone from Shaolin Temple.

Yi Jian rushed past Zhishan, and the black sword in his hand stabbed flat in the center.

All the boredom and pressure disappeared when Yi Jian's sword was straightened out, and Tang Luoran and the others except Zhang Yun were all surprised, because they found that they actually had an endless sense of self-will, and they could actually give birth to a relaxed and comfortable feeling at such a critical moment of life and death.

All because of the straight sword head of the square sword in front of the head.

It was a human sword, not a sword's sword, even if the black sword had infinite sword power and supreme sharpness, it was only because of Yi Jian's sword path and converged. This is one of the highest points of the way of the sword, or one of the highest points of the way of the sword, because this point belongs only to Yi Jian himself.

Hua Chuan and Hua Shen felt the infinite freedom released by the sword of Na Pinglai at the same time, and faintly realized that for a while, all the entanglements of interests in their hearts disappeared, leaving only an indescribable joy.

"Amitabha. The two monks spoke in unison, retreated without a fight, and opened a wide enough passage in the middle of the Shaolin formation, as if to protect Zhang Yun and his party through the tomb.

Lu Mengbo's big eyes were full of disbelief, but the truth was happening right in front of her eyes. In fact, not only him, but even Zhang Yun himself didn't expect that Yi Jian, who had once stepped on the threshold of the Immortal Realm, would be able to influence the sword intent of his Great Freedom Quartet Sword to the point where his martial arts were as high as those two Shaolin old monks.

However, Shaolin's concession does not mean that others have retreated, and the choice made by Shaolin Temple actually has other purposes.

The number of ghost dragons and the Mo family's immortal realm masters, the strength of the man in black and the monster that although it was a sneak attack, it was still a monster that slashed the two dragons with the power of one person. Everything that happened suddenly made the two old monks of Shaolin Temple realize a fact, this is a different era, and their penance in the Mirror Valley cannot make Shaolin the top of the world's martial arts in one fell swoop, and there is still a long way to go.

The slight frustration made the Shaolin monks recognize the facts, and also made them put the preservation of strength in the first place, so they gave way this time, of course, Yi Jian's freedom of the sword was also one of the reasons.

Shaolin's actions were completely unsupported by other forces, and none of the three old men in black and the people of Shantang rushed towards the direction of the tomb at an accelerated pace, their purpose was very clear, leaving Zhang Yun and his party, who might have a "no divine sword". Once Zhang Yun is successfully retained, the benefits are not just a peerless divine soldier.

Faster than them were, of course, the black-clothed roadblocker and Mo Xing, the two masters of the immortal realm, but Mo Xing was bent on stopping the black-clothed roadblocker with his eyes from advancing. She used the sudden appearance of Yi Jian to disrupt the actions of the roadblockers, driving countless ghost dragons to rush madly, wave after wave of black tide continued to impact the old man, and she herself came to a place less than ten zhang away from Yi Jian and the others.

Hua Chuan and Hua Shen had expected that both Mo Xing and the black-clothed monster would be chased quickly, and the two had discussed how to maintain Shaolin's strength before, and this was the time for them to act.

The Zihang Dharma Body of the Ginseng is known for guarding, and at this time, he went all out, and with nearly a hundred years of skill, he successfully slowed down the magic knife "Pure Immortal" in Mo Xing's hand. Hua Chuan seized the opportunity to stir up countless dazzling thunder lights with his little thunder sound fingers, causing countless thunder explosions to explode out of thin air in the air, and more than three hundred fingers rose and fell in an instant.

The two monks of Shaolin Jinggu went all out for their purpose, and although Zhang Yun couldn't see it, he could feel the impact of the blasting air waves.

It's a pity that even the two monks of Mirror Valley couldn't stop Mo Xing, who was bent on catching up with Zhang Yun, not because they lacked skills, but because at the critical moment, Mo Xing instantly weighed and released the black-clothed roadblocker from the black tide of the ghost dragon. The latter comprehended that he would throw out more than 30 qi machine blades, and directly spurted blood from the two monks who participated in Huachuan, and the Shaolin disciples around him couldn't save it at all.

Mo Xing's adventure won her a chance to catch up. She didn't dare to let Zhang Yun into the depths of the tomb, there would definitely be a way to leave, Mo Xing would rather risk letting the roadblocker out of the control of the ghost dragon black tide, and he must leave Zhang Yun behind.

There must be an ambush of the man in black outside, if Zhang Yun goes out with "nothing", he will inevitably be picked up by the man in black, this is absolutely not good!

Mo Xing flipped his wrist and took out the knife, and the "Pure Immortal" was like an extension of her arm, swaying out, and the strong evil qi instantly locked on Yi Jian.

The knife is like a flower, and countless small hook movements make the knife of the "pure immortal" shine like a huge peony blooming. But Yi Jian, who was locked in the qi engine, knew that it was not an ornamental flower, it was a devil who chose people to devour.

Yi Jian clenched the black long sword in his hand, turned around suddenly, and pushed Zhang Yun and the others out with the power of his right palm, and the sword in his left hand was one of the four swords he had newly realized.

I'm at ease.

Yi Jian's sword looks like it is swinging casually, like cutting and cutting, like sweeping and flirting, and the four are not like but they are all similar. A sword was handed to the end, and Yi Jian's fingers were loosened and picked up, and the long sword with a completely black body flew away by itself.

It was such a casual sword that could no longer be casual, and it actually hit the peony stamen of thousands of illusory shadows born from the "Pure Immortal" in Mo Xing's hand, and bounced back after a light touch with the "Pure Immortal", which was not affected by the qi triggered by Mo Xing at all.

Sure enough, it was "Mo Xue"! Witnessing the blade of the black sword and the blade of the "Pure Immortal" intersect and retreat without injury, Mo Xing confirmed what he saw and thought, and then turned around and moved again.