After speaking, the sword is out!

Zhang Jiaoren did not move, the sword was still in his hand, but a bright moon rose from his hand.

Tang Zhou snorted coldly, and with a stroke of the long sword, a bright light pierced the silent night, rolling up the fallen leaves in the courtyard and flying towards Zhang Jiao.

The fallen leaves are like withered butterflies, hovering in mid-air, forming a large whirlpool in a moment, and the long sword is like a bright dragon flying out of the whirlpool, biting on the edge of the shadow.

The shadow in his hand shook, Zhang Jiao changed in the air, the moon scattered and the stars rose, and the bright moon had turned into a starry sky to cover Tang Zhou under it.

Tang Zhou shouted loudly and took a few steps back before standing firmly, his right hand trembling faintly, and there were several coin-sized holes left on his long sleeves.

Secretly shook his hand, looking at the round hole on his sleeve, Tang Zhou's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he smiled sadly: "A sword in hand, I have Xingyue!" What a star-moon swordsmanship! Sect Master Zhang's collection is really deep enough, everyone in the world knows that Sect Master Zhang is not the best talent, who can guess that Sect Master Zhang's swordsmanship has reached the peak! ”

Zhang Jiao withdrew the shadow pestle and stood on the ground, looked at Tang Zhou's bulging back, and shouted: "This sect felt that the world was unpredictable, and when he watched the bright moon and stars at night, it took ten years to become the sword of the stars and the moon. Tang Zhou! Take out the weapon you are best at, and let this sect see your dependence and pride. Otherwise, you will definitely not be able to hold out in front of this sect! ”

"Humph!"

Tang Zhou struggled with both hands, and his black robe fell to the ground, revealing a smooth head, and a round stick of more than six feet behind his back, as black and silent as night.

"Since Sect Master Zhang is rare in my Buddhist supernatural powers, how dare the poor monks cherish themselves, then ask Sect Master Zhang to take a look at the crazy magic stick method of Buddhism!" Tang Zhou roared angrily, abandoned his sword and held his stick, and his momentum gradually rose, like a fierce tiger eager to try in the dark night.

Sure enough, it's a stinky monk!

Since Emperor Ming sent an envoy to the west to take Buddhist scriptures, Buddhism in the Western Regions invaded the Central Plains on a large scale, and the heart of Taoism did not die. Even if this battle started from this sect, it cannot be eliminated because of this sect. Today, let this sect do its best for my Middle Earth Taoism!

Zhang Jiao Chengying sword waved, the sword pointed at Tang Zhou and rose in the wind, the robe fluttered and the beard flying, and the hand holding the shadow eagle looked at the wolf.

At this moment, he is no longer like the great sage and good teacher in the feather coat, nor like the Tiangong general with heavy troops, but more like a generation of swordsmanship masters of "Huo Ruyi shoots nine sunsets, and is like a group of emperors and dragons".

"The stars hang down and the plains are wide, and the moon swells and the rivers flow." The stars have not fallen or risen, but the bright moon has shone all over the river. Zhang Jiao shouted, the shadow of the sword wheel is like a full moon, rising suddenly on the rushing river, and the water of the Kyaukjiao River reflects each other, and the two rounds of bright moon are up and down, and the sky is full of silver light. In the blink of an eye, Tang Zhou was enveloped in it.

One inch short and one inch risk! In an instant, Tang Zhou was left with only the brilliance of the bright moon, and the situation was extremely precarious.

Hmph, if you don't go crazy, you can't live! You forced me to do this, so I'll let you see what I taught today!

"Crazy Devil Stick Method!"

With an angry shout, Tang Zhou's round stick was swung out, moving back and forth, and the mad devil stick method was like black water pouring out, one stick after another, the shadow of the stick was like a heavy green mountain, protecting the body, and the stick was like a rainbow drinking stream, and the edge was unstoppable.

Sure enough, it is like rejecting the enemy like a city wall, and breaking the enemy is like thunder and lightning.

Tang Zhou's wind magic stick hit the top of the bright moon, and from time to time I saw the bright moon falling, the starlight rising, and a round of moon setting on the mountainside suddenly dissipated, turning into a little silver light on the edge of the sky, flying like a meteor.

Although there are traces of meteors, there is no trace of them.

The stars are dotted, and the stick shadows are longing. One star fell and one star rose, Tang Zhou's mad magic stick method inherited the Buddha's angry eyes King Kong, and he opened and closed it widely, but he still couldn't swing away the sword blade that sprayed out the starry sky.

About thirty times, Tang Zhou screamed miserably, two points of starlight did not enter his chest, and a bright moon was in the middle of his arm.

The shadows of the stars and moons were all dispersed, the victory and defeat in the field were divided, but life and death were not over, one arm was scattered on the ground, the wound was smooth and smooth, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

Zhang Jiao was still standing quietly in the field, bending over with his sword, but his eyes seemed to be even darker.

Tang Zhou's sword wound was from the chin to the right chest, the flesh rolled to the sides, and the left hand was broken at the arm, the previous appearance was like Lei Gong, but now it looks more like a demon from hell.

"Come and don't be rude, Sect Master Zhang's Xingyue Sword Technique poor monk has been taught, Sect Master Zhang will try the poor monk's stunt again!"

Tang Zhou laughed, spit out the bloody phlegm in his mouth, and his eyes condensed and shouted angrily: "Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty!" With a shake of his right hand, the round stick in his hand scattered countless lights and shadows, and then he took advantage of the situation, and the light and shadow suddenly closed and only a barrel shadow of the thickness of an arm pierced through the void and stabbed towards Zhang Jiao.

"Humph! Look for death! ”

Zhang Jiao dragged the sword and leaped over, Chengying sparked a little spark on the ground, and it was about to reach Tang Zhou's body, and suddenly the long sword was thrown backwards and forwards, and the power of the whole body was poured into the sword body, and the sword was in the center of the stick.

The power of Qianjun instantly reached the head of the stick, Tang Zhou spit out a mouthful of blood, flew upside down, and suddenly took advantage of the situation under his feet, and laughed: "Thank you for sending it off!" ”

The rabbit has fallen, and Tang Zhou has disappeared into the night.

Zhang Jiao watched Tang Zhou go away, the indifferent look on his face was gone, only a haggard and gloomy remained, and the blood in his chest suddenly surged to the sky and fell.

"Senior brother!"

A wisp of cold wind hung in the courtyard, and a black figure rushed from outside the courtyard to the courtyard like a ghost, holding Zhang Jiao tightly in his arms.

……

"Senior brother!"

Zhang Jiao listened to the familiar voice, felt the temperature in his arms, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the resolute face in front of him and a familiar feather robe, and showed a trace of warmth on his face: "Kunlun, you are here!" ”

"Senior brother, how are you?" Kunlun gently wiped the blood from the corner of Zhang Jiao's mouth, took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into Zhang Jiao's mouth, and there was anxiety between his eyebrows.

"It's useless, don't waste the pill anymore, the foolish brother has already been emaciated after so many years. Even if there is no Tang Zhou, the foolish brother will not last long. Zhang Jiao shook his head, raised his hand hard, touched the corner of Kunlun's eyebrows, and a trace of blood overflowed the corner of his mouth again, "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for many years, you are still as you were at the beginning, and you are alone." How old a person is, I don't know how to change your anxious temper! ”

"Senior brother!" Listening to Zhang Jiao's words that seemed to complain and were really concerned, Kunlun hugged Zhang Jiao tightly in his arms, a tear slipped into the corner of his eyes, and the scenes of studying with Zhang Jiao in the past flashed in his mind one by one.

In the wilderness and mountains, he practiced sword competition with his senior brother; The Taoist temple is a lonely lamp, and he sits with his senior brother and talks about the Tao; In the city and countryside, he entered the world with his senior brother to practice.

Everyone in the world thinks that the senior brother is just the first talent, but only he knows that the senior brother is not an ordinary talent, but also a brilliant talent.

Laughing and talking with everyone about the success or failure of the Han dynasty in the fields, arguing with the master and himself about the rise and fall of Taoism in the Taoist temple, and looking at the majestic posture of pointing out the country and the mountains, how can the identity of a fallen talent be restrained?

Unfortunately, no amount of thought will help. The talented senior brother had come to the end of his life, Kunlun hugged Zhang Jiao tightly, and the crystal beads quietly descended.

"Senior brother, people are inherently dead. A manly man, why bother to learn from the little daughter's coy behavior? Zhang Jiao coughed a few times, and his right hand struggled to support him on the ground, "Help Brother Yu to get up, there is only Zhang Jiao standing in this world, how can there be Zhang Jiao lying on the ground!" ”

After more than ten years of mentorship, how Kunlun doesn't understand Zhang Jiao's personality, and he is talented. That's a man who dares to fight even the sky! Falling into the first show? Phew! That's because Zhang Jiao disdains to bend his waist for five buckets of rice!

Kunlun wiped his tears and trembled to help Zhang Jiao. Zhang Jiao leaned his arm, looking at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes seemed to dim a little: "Do you remember the Emperor Wu Wei that Shizun mentioned back then?" ”

"What the senior brother said: The one who represents the Han should be Tu Gao?"

Although Zhang Jiao was unsteady on his feet, he still tried hard to support his body: "The Han has six or seven misfortunes, and the law should be ordered again, who should be the descendant of the clan?" Six, seven, and forty-two generations of Han, when Tu Gao also. Painted high, high things in the road also. And the misfortune of six or seven, the sum of six and seven, and thirteen. The former Han Dynasty had exactly thirteen emperors from Gaozu Liu Bang to Han Ai Emperor Liu Ji (Liu Jizi). ”

Kunlun thought for a while, and his sad eyes lit up: "So Senior Brother, you changed the name of Taiping Dao to the Yellow Turban Army, which is also a consideration?" ”

"Exactly! Han belongs to fire, fire gives birth to earth, and the yellow five elements belong to earth. Towel, turban, human head. The earth should be born in the fire and replace the Han, isn't the yellow scarf the person who represents the Han?

It's just that the foolish brother understands today that this prophecy also says six seven forty-two, and the integer multiple of six or seven was originally more than 420 years, and the former Han Dynasty has only been more than 400 years old, where did it come from for more than 420 years, and there is still a difference of more than 20 years.

It's a pity that if you miss the sun, you won't see the sunrise, and if you miss the moon, you won't see the moonset. There is no regret medicine in this world, although there is a great road in Taiping, but the yellow scarf is not high, pity my hundreds of thousands of yellow turban brothers who were buried in vain! ”

There was a hint of gloom in Zhang Jiao's eyes, a violent cough, blood and qi in his chest surged, and his tall body could no longer stand unsteadily, and he fell to the sky.

Kunlun hurriedly stepped forward, hugged Zhang Jiao tightly and said anxiously: "Senior brother, don't say it, you swallow the pill first, and then the junior brother will take you to Shizun immediately!" ”

"Senior brother, it's your own business... I know it, foolish brother, foolish brother limit... It's coming. Zhang Jiao coughed violently, and a flush suddenly appeared on his pale face, "Brother Fool is leaving... I'll leave it to you... Remember, be careful, be careful... Buddha, Young... I'm Taoist! ”

"Senior brother, don't worry, the junior brother has written it down!" Kunlun kept nodding, his head like pounding garlic.

Zhang Jiao worked hard to raise the Chengying Sword in his hand and handed it to Kunlun, and when he spoke, he was already angry and entered: "Senior brother, the Han family is dying, you are... You are a famous family, and there are also words in the word... Tu Gao, don't, don't live up to God... meaning. Ten... Ten years later, called... Dominance..."

Before he could say anything, his hand was already light, and the Chengying Sword suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, and the blood in Zhang Jiao's mouth continued to gush out like a spring, as if a red flower on the other side suddenly bloomed, gorgeous and poignant.

"Senior brother, my brother swears in front of your spirit today: my brother will do his best to fulfill your wish, and he will definitely overthrow the imperial court of the Later Han Dynasty and promote my Laozhuang Taoism!"