Chunyang Lao Dao blocked Han Mo's sleeve arrow with a dust, and seeing Cao Yin lying on the ground unable to get up, a chill crossed his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Master Hou, if you can withstand the last palm of the poor road, the poor road will no longer be embarrassed."

At this time, Cao Yin's internal organs have almost been shattered, and it can be said that he is dying, but fortunately, he has been practicing the exercises as a child, which is the authentic pure yang body, and he can barely hold it down with the remaining strength, but at this time he is like a candle fire, as long as the wind blows, it will be extinguished, and the last palm of the pure yang old way, it is like a violent wind, if it really hits Cao Yin, it is death and no life.

The palm of the pure yang old road was vigorous, and his body was light and rushed to Cao Yin, and he was about to slap it on Cao Yin's head with one palm, but at this moment, he heard a majestic voice sound: "Amitabha, be merciful!" In the voice, Chunyang felt the strong wind on his side, fast and urgent, the strong wind was as strong as King Kong, with the martial arts cultivation of Chunyang Old Dao, he knew that the fierce enemy was coming, and he slapped it with this palm, although he could make Cao Yin's soul fly away, but if he was hit by this palm from his side, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

Naturally, he would not exchange his life for Cao Yin's life, and at the last moment, with a twist of his wrist, the palm that slapped Cao Yin suddenly turned to his side, and met the palm that came from his side.

"Bang!"

The two palms touched, a gust of wind stirred up, the two figures were separated with a touch, and each floated backwards seven or eight steps away before falling to the ground, after the pure yang old road landed, his body shook, and the look on his face was extremely ugly.

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Everyone present saw that Cao Yin was about to die in the hands of Chunyang Lao Dao, and everyone in Yan Kingdom was furious, but suddenly saw a figure that seemed to appear out of thin air.

The figure and the pure yang old dao slapped each other, most people didn't see it clearly at all, but Han Mo saw it clearly, and when the two separated, he looked at the figure and saw that the figure was not tall, dressed in gray monk's clothes, with a white beard fluttering, but it was a master of mystics who had never been seen before.

Although Master Xuanji is not tall, he stands there like a mountain, stable and calm, and has a peaceful atmosphere.

Master Xuanji saved Aunt Bi's life, and the Bodhisattva is a monk of great wisdom, Han Mo respects him very much, seeing him appear, he hurriedly took a few steps forward, bowed deeply to Master Xuanji, and said, "Master don't come unharmed?" ”

Master Xuanji turned his head to look at Han Mo and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Master Han Shi." ”

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and everyone followed the voice, only to see three or four more people rushing out of the darkness, the first one was in a gray strong coat, but with a silver mask on his face, Han Mo saw it, and immediately recognized that this person was Mo Shishilang, who was also the eldest prince of Qingguo.

Mo Twelve Lang walked quickly behind Master Xuanji, glanced at Han Mo, then looked at Chunyang Old Dao, and sneered: "Old thief Dao, looking for a good opportunity is never possible, you help the abuse, today is your death!" ”

Master Xuanji didn't say much, he walked quickly to Cao Yin's side, squatted down, shot like electricity, and pointed to Cao Yin, Xiao Mu and other Yan State warriors didn't know the identity of Master Xuanji, and thought that Master Xuanji was going to hurt Cao Yin, and someone had already rushed over there, and someone even said sharply: "Hugh hurt Master Hou!" ”

Seeing this, Han Mo shouted, "Don't move." "I knew in my heart that Master Xuanji must be looking at Cao Yin's injury.

When the Pure Yang Old Dao saw the Master of Xuanji, his face was very ugly, and when he saw Mo Shishilang scolding, he said lightly: "Demon clown, how can the poor Dao be afraid of you?" Looking at Master Xuanji, he sneered: "Great monk, you have never quarreled with the world, but why are you nosy today?" ”

Master Xuanji didn't answer him, sealed Cao Yinduo's acupuncture point, got up and went to Song Shiqing's side to take a closer look, and then stretched out his hand to press Song Shiqing's chest for a moment, Song Shiqing soon woke up, spit out a mouthful of black blood from his mouth, Master Xuanji took out the pill from his body, stuffed it into Song Shiqing's mouth, and said, "Take it!" ”

His voice was thick and had a majesty, and Song Shiqing swallowed the pill in his stomach.

Master Xuanji saw Song Shiqing take the pill, so he slowly got up, looked at the old man of Chunyang, folded his hands, and looked majestic: "Amitabha, the national teacher of pure yang, you are also a monk, God has the virtue of a good life, why should the national teacher be a killer and ignore people's lives?" He looked at the silent corpses and shook his head, his face full of helplessness.

Chunyang Lao Dao said coldly: "Great monk, what the national teacher did was for the sake of state affairs, you are also a Qingguo person, this matter, Poor Dao advises you not to interfere." ”

"There is no difference between all living beings in the world." Although Master Xuanji's voice was slow, it was full of energy: "All of them are pregnant and descended in October, and in their lives, they all have to endure birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love and separation, and the seven sufferings of not begging. Maybe the path of life is quite different, but they all have only one life, and the national teacher takes people's lives, just like ants, it can be known that ants are also living beings in the world, and they should not be despised and despised . After a pause, he said calmly: "The poor monk also asked the national teacher to put down the butcher knife, so as not to hurt his life again." The souls of the dead here, the poor monks recite the "Sutra of Death" for them here. ”

The old man of Chunyang shook the dust and said lightly: "Great monk, don't think that the poor Dao is afraid of you." Poor Dao knows that you are among the five famous generals in the opposition who were evaluated by the Ten Famous Generals and the Old Man of Tianji, but Poor Dao ...... Poor Dao never believes in the ...... of the famous generals of the Ten Directions! Speaking of this, Chunyang Lao Dao's body shook slightly, obviously he had just slapped with Master Xuanji, which had already caused him some injuries.

Mo Twelve Lang stepped forward, raised his hand and pointed at the Pure Yang National Master and said: "Demon Dao, back then, you were in cahoots with the Demon Queen, doing countless dirty things, and even suppressing the children of Buddhism. You are clearly cultivators, but in fact you are the minions of the demon queen, bringing disaster to the country and the people, and Qingguo has fallen to today's decline, and you demon Dao are also to blame? The anger on his face was extremely strong: "What a holy place the Datongtian Temple was back then, the Buddha's light was shining, the people admired it, and my teacher was even more good to the world, but now the Monkey Sky Temple is a place where a group of evil demons are entrenched, kill your demon road tonight, and burn the Monkey King Demon Temple clean in the future!" ”

Chunyang Lao Dao looked at Mo Shishilang, his eyes flashed with this strange color, and after a while, he sneered: "Even if you are a mere child, do you dare to shout in front of your own teacher?" ”

Mo Shishilang laughed wildly and said, "Now, do you still want to call yourself a national teacher?" Take your dog's life tonight, cut off the arm of the demon queen, and the Ming Dynasty can cut the demon queen under the knife! After saying this, he didn't hesitate any longer, and with a swing of the big knife in his hand, he was already like a fierce wolf rushing towards the Pure Yang Old Dao.

Master Xuanji folded his hands and muttered something in his mouth, looking a little helpless.

Pure Yang Zhenren and Xuanji Master slapped, Xuanji Master is the authentic King Kong strength, although it is not as domineering as the pure Yang Zhenren's cultivation of strength, but it is extremely powerful, although it did not cause extremely serious damage to the pure Yang Zhenren, but it shook the pure Yang Zhenren's several tendons, and these tendons are the veins that the domineering energy must pass through, after being traumatized, the strength of these tendons and veins is very unsmooth, in other words, the pure Yang Zhenren is ten percent of the strength, but at this moment it can not be completely transported out, the one who is transported, It's only six or seven percent.

Mo Twelve Lang rushed to the front of Chunyang Zhenren, the big knife in his hand was already about to be cut down, and the Pure Yang Old Dao leaned out of the dust and rolled towards Mo Twelve's big knife.

If you talk about martial arts, the pure yang real person is naturally above the Mo Twelve Lang, but after the fight, the Mo Twelve Lang is not immediately at a disadvantage, he seems to know the means of the pure yang real person very well, the sword light flashes, unpredictable, the pure yang real person is light, fluttering in the dust, it seems soft, but it is full of murderous aura.

Han Mo saw it in his eyes, but he was also quite surprised in his heart.

More than a year ago, Han Mo had fought with Mo Shishilang, and the skills of the two of them were between the two of them, and no one could help anyone.

It's just that in the past year, Han Mo's martial arts cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and the encounter was not the same at the beginning, he has three major exercises, and his eight stick techniques are also very proficient, although the eight stick techniques are not complete, but the first few have been integrated, the stick method is smooth, extremely sharp, and its exercises are matched with this set of eight stick techniques, and he already has a very strong martial arts cultivation.

In comparison, Mo Tshilang's current martial arts cultivation is set under Han Mo.

But at this moment, Mo Shishilang was able to fight with the pure yang real person with superb martial arts, and he was not even at a disadvantage, which naturally surprised Han Mo.

Mo Twelve Lang is like a fierce wolf, his knife skills are skillful and flexible, and his moves are also very weird, while the pure yang real person moves lightly and chicly, at first glance, it looks like an old fairy fluttering.

If people who don't know the truth suddenly see it, then Mo Shishilang's mask is like a ghost, but Chunyang Zhenren is as chic as a fairy, and he also says that Chunyang Zhenren is a good type, and Mo Shishilang is an evil ghost.

Everyone present, except for Master Xuanji who closed his eyes and chanted, everyone else watched the two of them fight in amazement.

Han Mo looked at it for a moment, suddenly understood, and said in his heart: "It seems that Mo Shishilang has long been preparing to fight the Pure Yang Old Dao. His set of sword techniques may not be powerful, but he just suppresses the moves of the Pure Yang Old Dao everywhere, and I am afraid that this set of sword techniques is specially used to deal with the Pure Yang Old Dao. ”

After fighting for a while, Chunyang Lao Dao did not take advantage of the slightest, his face became more and more ugly, and he suddenly took two steps back, and at this moment, everyone present heard the long sound of the crane singing again.

Han Mo was surprised in his heart, knowing that this crane song must be a kind of exercise of the Pure Yang Old Dao, and it was a precursor to gathering qi to make trouble, and he was about to say a reminder when he suddenly heard a loud roar.

The loud roar was like the roar of a lion, and the sound shook all directions, and it suppressed the sound of the crane cry of the mysterious old way in an instant.