1657 God of the True Gate

No matter how the other party asked, Bodhi answered fluently. He is this kind of person, who has experienced himself in the red dust.

But Bodhi's kung fu is not bluffing. His skin glowed with a slight copper, as if it had really been plated with gold. He just stood there, as if the real Buddha was alive, which made some people ashamed and afraid to look at him.

"Since the master agreed, how about letting me try?"

Long Fangyu said, stretched out his hand, and pulled out a golden sword from the box he was carrying behind him.

"Huh, the Golden Dragon Sword?"

Seeing this sword, Emperor Wu also recognized it, and he also called out the name of this sword.

"His Majesty the Martial Emperor knows this sword?"

"I saw it a few years ago. ”

Emperor Wu nodded, "Back then, a swordsman was known as the Golden Dragon Swordsman, holding a sword, sealed with gold and silver, known as an imitation of Shang Fang's sword, which could slash gods and Buddhas and demons. I really didn't expect that I would see this sword again today, it's rare. ”

The old posture of the Martial Emperor and the appearance of a great master make it impossible for others to find fault. No way, people are indeed old seniority!

"Since it's a pseudo-Shang Fang sword, why don't you try its power. ”

Long Fangyu didn't know where he got this sword, he carried the sword, stood in front of Bodhi, and asked with a smile.

"Master, is it possible?"

"Can't you really find a female benefactor?"

"The master also saw that, according to the rules of the game, there were just six of us. ”

Long Fangyu shrugged his shoulders, "There are no women. ”

"This bear benefactor is a mother. ”

Bodhi stretched out his hand and pointed to the length of a hundred people, obviously it was wearing a helmet, but for some reason, Bodhi saw through the real body at a glance!

"It's a pity, it's a pity...... It's a little ugly...... Amitabha Buddha is a poor monk, and he is guilty of sin and sin......"

Emperor Wu glanced at Bodhi coldly, this monk is indeed extraordinary, but after all, it is Li Fan's side, and he can only be defeated in his own hands!

"Master Dharma is profound, I won't mind. ”

As Long Fang spoke, a sword suddenly stabbed out and went straight to Bodhi's throat.

Bodhi didn't dodge or dodge, and let Long Fangyu's sword poke him in the throat. He was still standing there, his eyes shining brightly, and he recited a sentence of Amitabha.

This sword, which sharpens iron like clay, pierced Bodhi's throat, but it couldn't penetrate at all!

"A good King Kong is not bad!"

Jiang Feng clapped his hands and praised, "Even this kind of sword can't help it, it's amazing!"

Jiang Feng really admired, with this kind of golden body kung fu, it was really a big advantage! If Li Fan or himself, or even the Martial Emperor knew this kind of kung fu, I am afraid that the world would be able to walk sideways!

"Don't worry, master, I'll try again!"

Long Fangyu said, holding the sword in both hands, and stabbed it fiercely towards Bodhi's eyes!

"Dang!"

As soon as Bodhi's eyes were closed, he blocked the sword with his eyelids!

There was even a golden spark eruption, and Long Fangyu was shocked when he saw it. He muttered in his heart, good guy, this King Kong is not bad, it's really not a cover, it's a bit too good, isn't it! Not even the eyes are weak?

"Try the perineum again!"

Long Fangyu was also bad, and directly stabbed a sword into Bodhi's crotch. But Bodhi was still unhurried, and just stood there, letting him come with such a lewd sword.

"Amitabha, is the donor happy?"

When Bodhi practiced below, he became an iron crotch, which made Long Fangyu dripble in a cold sweat.

"You've got a fate! yes, your*!"

Long Fangyu carried the sword and walked behind Bodhi. Bodhi was shocked and covered his ass.

"Amitabha, this is unacceptable!"

"Hahaha, it seems that your life is here! Master, let's talk about it, but I can't help you!"

As he spoke, the bear-headed man stepped forward and grabbed Bodhi's hands to prevent him from blocking his chrysanthemum.

"Master, I'm sorry, let's cultivate the Buddha well in the next life!"

Long Fangyu stabbed his sword on Bodhi's chrysanthemum. But this sword snapped and broke directly!

"Amitabha, sin and sin ......"

In Long Fangyu's stunned gaze, Bodhi shook the bear-headed man away, and at the same time took a step back, folded his hands, and recited Buddhist scriptures.

"You're lying to me?"

Long Fangyu suddenly understood, and looked at Bodhi gloomily.

"When did the poor monk cheat the benefactor?"

Bodhi looked innocent.

"Since it's not a fate, why do you want to protect it?"

"Amitabha, why should the donor ask the poor monk?"

Bodhi asked Long Fangyu in turn, "Could it be that Your Excellency likes to be stabbed in chrysanthemums?"

“……”

Long Fangyu has always been wise, but this will be dumbfounded by Bo's question!

"The master seems simple, but in fact he is smart and cunning. ”

Jiang Feng shook his fan and smiled, "The master has this incorruptible golden body, and he is indeed in an invincible position! But if the master wants to stop us, it is not enough." ”

"Oh, what's the donor's plan?"

"Master, why don't we take a gamble. ”

Jiang Feng closed his fan, pointed to the gate of the ancient castle, and said, "Since the master is guarding here, Li Fan must think that you are an undefeated door god." But if we can get into it, even if we win, what?"

"Amitabha, naturally. ”

Bodhi is not arrogant, "As long as a few can break through the defense line of the poor monk and enter the ancient castle through this main gate, even if a few win." Moreover, a poor monk is a monk and must not hurt anyone. Therefore, the poor monk will not do anything to a few, so please do a few. ”

"Then what else are you talking about, let's go up together!"

When Niu Xueyan heard this, he was refreshed, and stepped forward again to directly attack Bodhi! And the bear-headed people, under the order of the Martial Emperor, also stepped forward and frantically attacked Bodhi with Niu Xueyan! Long Fangyu took out a sword again, exerted his sword qi, and also slashed towards Bodhi, but the three of them made a fuss for a long time, but it had no effect.

"The Tiger of Shura!"

Jiang Feng slapped his fan, and a black tiger jumped out from behind him, and the huge black tiger pounced towards Bodhi and bit him in the mouth!

With a snort, the tiger broke out two teeth, and Bodhi didn't have a fart.

"I don't believe it!"

Emperor Wu also has a little temper, just a monk, although he is talented, how can he stop me?

"Get out of the way!"

With a wave of his hand, those who were besieging Bodhi dispersed. Emperor Wu stepped forward directly, wrapped in dragon immortal power, and struck the Yellow Emperor riding the dragon, and slapped his palm heavily on Bodhi's chest.

"Thorn!"

Bodhi's body slid out a meter away, but he stepped on the ground with one foot and stabilized his body. A golden light lit up on his body, as if he had lit up a golden body, and the Martial Emperor who looked at it frowned.

"Amitabha, the donor has good strength!"

Bodhi clasped his hands together and said to Emperor Wu, "But if you want to defeat the poor monk, you still need a little fire." ”

This great monk is even provocative!