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The appearance of the old monk Yuanwu was very sudden.

It's also very stylish.

He stepped on the broken pontoon bridge that was affected by Ren Hao and the happy battle before, and the bridge was broken and flew out of a piece, only the length of an arm, the thickness of a palm, let alone stepping on the river, even on the flat ground can not stand steadily.

But the old monk stood very steady, as if his feet were on the ground, a yellow monk's robe and a red robe hunting in the wind, and his long beard and eyebrows were also blown by the wind.

His expression was gentle, and his waist, which was always hunched, stopped at this moment, making his figure stand tall for a few points.

It may be a bit inappropriate to use the fairy wind bones to describe a monk.

But at this time, in Shen Qiu's eyes, wherever the old monk went, the turbulent river surface seemed to be pressed by a heavy object, and it quickly calmed down.

"A reed across the river! This is the pure mastery of Nirvana Temple! Look! That old monk is really good! ”

The crowd stood still for a long time before someone shouted.

"Dragon!"

The other, who was older, recognized the identity of the old monk who had crossed the river, and he cried out in a lost voice:

"Buddha staff and dragon! That's Yuanwu Zen Master! After fifteen years, Qiu Long was born again! ”

Shen Qiu blinked, he also noticed that this old monk, who was always smiling and mild-looking, already had a black Zen staff in his hand.

The cane is full of monuments, as if it has passed through the years.

The Zen staff is the style of the Nirvana Temple's standard Buddhist soldiers.

But on the body of the staff, there is a dragon with teeth and claws, the dragon head is above the Zen staff, roaring in the sky, and the two front paws are dragging the nine-tin copper ring above the Zen staff.

It is adding a touch of domineering to this silent Buddha soldier.

This domineering spirit just forms an extremely sharp contrast with the old monk who is dying and crossing the river with a reed.

It is obviously an extremely domineering thing, but it is held in the hands of an old monk who is light and light and sees through the red dust, just like that violent domineering atmosphere, which has been completely dissolved by the old monk's exquisite Buddhism.

This person and a staff are matched together, and there is nothing abrupt, but there is a very proper suppleness.

It's like that's what it should be.

"The supreme twelve, the Buddha staff and the dragon."

A name appeared in Shen Qiu's mind.

In the past few years he has been walking the rivers and lakes, the supreme twelve weapons have seen seven, seven, eighty, eight, eight, hundred, hundreds of birds towards the phoenix spear, the seven stars shaking the light, the incomparable Tai Aweidao, and the vicious and domineering pursuit of life.

Qiankun is far away, yin and yang are twins, and the mystery is mysterious.

There is also a magic knife that is evil, sucking blood and devouring souls, and it is ominous.

Only the most secret of the twelve weapons, the Buddha scepter and the poisonous soldier Night Glass, have never been seen, and there are even fewer legends about them on the rivers and lakes.

It's just rumored that in the dragon Buddha staff, there are Buddhist protectors and the spirits of the eight heavenly dragons.

But these rumors are so strange that not many people believe them.

And the Buddha soldier Qiulong, has been stored in the Nirvana Temple, this group of monks and people are kind, walking the rivers and lakes, there are few hands-on fighting, Yuanwu Zen Master, it is said that since the Zhengding ten years after the Luoyang War, it has never been shot.

So after all, the entire rivers and lakes have been fifteen years, and they have never seen the power of the dragon.

Not to mention judging the destructive power and power of this Buddha soldier.

But judging from the fact that the Yuanwu monk has not used martial arts for fifteen years, but still occupies the fifth place on the heavenly list, the power of this Buddha soldier must be quite amazing.

"The dragon Buddha soldiers, it is said that the soul of the dragon is sealed, if the Dharma is poor and cannot resolve the anger of the dragon, it will be injured by the treasure soldiers."

Although Lin Huiyin knew that Shen Qiu had two supreme twelve weapons on his body, whether it was a hundred birds or a phoenix spear, or a seven-star shaking light, these two blades lacked some widely circulated supernatural stories.

is not as "topical" as the Buddhist soldier of Qiu Long.

And hearing what Lin Huiyin said, Shen Qiu pursed his lips, and he said:

"You believe in that too?"

"Why don't you believe it?"

Lin Huiyin asked in surprise:

"The dragon chant just now, and the illusion in front of you, you also saw it, it's not a dragon, what is it?

And you see that Zen Master Yuanwu can suppress the rioting river with the dragon staff, this is the nature of the dragon to control the water, near the rivers, lakes and seas, the dragon can exert stronger power. ”

"That's too frivolous, I don't believe it."

Shen Qiu shook his head, he looked at the scene of the two sides of good and evil, the four heavenly rankings gathered in the Yangtze River and fought hard, he whispered:

"I prefer to believe that it is the Yuanwu Zen Master, who used his true qi to suppress the waves of the river. I can accept that the treasure is psychic, but I can't accept the statement that the spirit of the beast is sealed in this treasure.

It's magical. ”

Lin Huiyin also pursed her lips, she was just about to refute, but she heard a gentle voice beside her.

"What Lin Nuxia said is true."

The mustard monk turned the Buddha beads and walked to Shen Qiu's side, he looked at the brawl above the river, and said to Shen Qiu:

"In my Nirvana Temple's Buddha Soldier and Dragon, there is indeed the soul of the dragon attached.

But what Shen Qiu said was also right, the aura has dissipated for thousands of years, and among the Buddhist soldiers passed down from the ancestor Dharma, the dragon soul has dissipated. All that remains is a hint of charm.

When driven by the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Staff Method, it can activate the spiritual rhyme in the staff, making the staff method much more powerful.

And this Buddha soldier is strong when it encounters water, and it is true, but it is not as strange as the rumors in the rivers and lakes, but it can set the flow of water, and the master of Fang Cai suppressed the river water, and he also used a bit of true qi. ”

At this moment, Shen Qiu's companions also gathered over, commenting on the battle situation in the distance, Lei Shiyin was small and couldn't see it, so she was a little anxious.

Shen Qiu pushed Xiao Tie and whispered in his ear.

Xiao Tie hesitated a little, but was kicked by Shen Qiu again, and walked to Lei Shiyin's side, and in Lei Shiyin's exclamation, Xiao Tie picked up his wife who had not passed through the door and let her sit on his shoulder.

This young man was born with divine power, strong muscles and bones, and in the past two years, he has grown a few points taller, his shoulders have become wider and wider, and Lei Shiyin is petite, sitting on Xiao Tie's shoulders, and he is sitting very steadily.

It's just this action, it's a little intimate, which makes Xiao Tie and Lei Shiyin blush.

In this way, Lei Shiyin can also see the battle situation on the other side of the Yangtze River, she doesn't learn martial arts, and her eyesight is not as good as others, but she can really see it with a Mo family clairvoyant mirror in her hand.

At this time, on the north bank of the Yangtze River, it was really a scene like a fight between the gods.

The old monk Yuanwu is a real old man, although in this era, there are also unscientific things like martial arts.

But it's hard to imagine that the old man in his ancient years can still wield a heavy Buddhist staff and dragon to fight against the two heavenly lists.

But that's just the way it is.

The old monk Yuanwu when he was not moving was always a weak, old man, hunched over, his face was full of wrinkles, and he needed help when he walked, except for a pair of bright eyes that understood people's hearts.

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But once he entered the battle, the temperament of this old monk completely changed.

The thick and tenacious Buddhist true qi escaped from the acupuncture points in his body, like a heavy shield of 360 degrees, protecting every part of his body, and the true qi was as yellowish gray as the earth.

And the old monk Yuanwu was really rooted in the earth, and he stood up to the wild bombardment of the two heavenly rankings mixed with cold qi and sound blades, blocking in front of Ren Hao.

The old monk holds the Buddha soldier and the dragon with his backhand, just like the mustard monk uses the starting style of the Dawei Tianlong staff, and hangs the top of the Zen staff set off by the black dragon claw dragon head behind him.

His eyes were still bright, maintaining this posture, looking at the various sound blades that were constantly blasting out from nearly five or six zhang away in front of him, as well as the cold blood peerless sword qi that was happily holding the bone knife in his hand and slashing out one by one.

Between the cold and the cloud, the snow is boundless, and between the north wind and Xiaoxiao, there are seven strings circulating, and the illusion of the falling moon qin has the effect of impacting the mind on other heavenly lists, but only for the old monk of Yuanwu has lost its effect.

The so-called wonderful method of Buddhism, red pink skeletons, and illusions, no matter how real they are, are meaningless to the mind tempered by Buddhism.

The sound blade sword qi brings up a strange scene, just like changing the heavens and the earth, and the momentum is fierce and fierce.

But these means hit the protective qi shield of the old monk Yuanwu, and they could only sway the true qi.

But he couldn't break through this tenacious and abnormal Buddhist gate guard.

Nirvana Temple has a nickname called "Iron Palate Turtle" on the rivers and lakes, describing them as good at defense, and extremely resistant to hard fighting, often able to drag the opponent to the impetuousness, and then counterattack fiercely, turning defeat into victory.

But this statement only describes the ordinary warrior monks of Nirvana Temple.

For a master of the realm of Yuanwu Monk, if you have to describe it, it can only be described as "Iron Palate Dragon Turtle".

The defense is extremely tough, the old man is old, but his true qi is still thick to the point of horror, and even despair, this old monk's title of "the world's first defense" is not in vain.

It was Zhang Moxie, who traveled the world back then, and after visiting the Nirvana Temple, he personally evaluated it.

It is said that Zhang Moxie held the magic knife in his hand, but it still took a whole stick of incense to break through the imperial guard of the Yuanwu monk, and this was still when the old monk did not fight back.

What if he really fought back?

Seeing that he was happy to step forward with a knife, he was about to use thousands of miles of ice to bury the old monk and Ren Hao together, and the old monk Yuanwu, who was originally just a royal guard, stepped forward.

Three zhang distance, in a blink of an eye.

"Subdue demons and eliminate demons, mighty dragons!"

The old monk recited the Zen words, and the black dragon in his hand swung forward, and the heavy Zen staff brought a low wind sound, like a war hammer swinging.

"Whew"

In the sound of the dragon's groan, the dragon Zen staff was like a black dragon out of the water, accurately pointed on the happy bone knife, and between the collisions, the white bone knife of Nasen was shattered piece by piece, and the cold blood and peerless knife qi shot out, like a heavy fist several times in a row.

Finally broke the talisman qi shield of the Yuanwu monk.

But the black Zen staff did not retreat but advanced, and the true qi of the Nirvana Sutra in the body of the monk suddenly turned.

The solemn momentum burst out, and in the middle of the Bitter Zen Silence True Qi Walking Movement, the Buddha Staff and Dragon were hitting three inches in front of Xingxing, and Shuo Xue's cold qi even brought the ice armor around him, all of which were shattered.

At this moment, the howling cold wind seemed to be bombarded by a huge force, and it flew upside down in reverse, blowing with happy hair hunting sounds.

The sound of the sound blade started, and taking advantage of the opportunity of the broken Qi shield of the Yuanwu monk, Yang Tao once again threw out the deadly eight sounds, and the sound blades converged in one place, slashing at the old monk's heart, wanting to force the old monk back.

But the black Zen staff flew like a war dragon, like a dragon turtle opening its mouth, biting its opponent to death.

The Buddha soldiers who were entangled in the strength of Qianjun, in the hands of the old monk, were like the demon subduing magic weapon of the angry King Kong, and they only went towards the waist and abdomen of the happy king.

The old monk completely abandoned defense at this moment and focused on attacking.

He doesn't need defenses either.

He's not alone here.

"Bang"

The fist strength of the Liangyi Divine Fist exploded, bringing a violent wind to sweep on Jiangxin Island, tearing the ground one layer apart, and inverting the bead curtain, scattering the oncoming eight sound blades.

Ren Hao and the old monk staggered.

The two of them attack and defend, the roles are reversed, and the cooperation is perfect.

"Bang"

The Zen staff and dragon point on the surface of the happy body, and the master of the Tongwu Sect had no way to retreat, so he once again used the cold ice to protect his body and wrapped himself in everything.

But this Imperial Guard move, which can withstand the fatal blow of the Heavenly Ranking, is like fragile glass in the touch of the black dragon like a dragonfly, and in the low dragon groan.

A little bit is broken.

The sound of the uproar echoed between the four of them, and the old monk was forced back by the cold qi that erupted happily, turned around and moved two steps, and the bitter meditation and silence method in his body was transformed into Nirvana True Qi again.

The heavy, desperate earthy yellow air shield was once again wrapped around the old monk.

It's as if the scene where he sacrificed himself to fight back just now was just a dream.

It's as if he was happy to join forces with Yang Tao, and he couldn't break through the imperial guard of the old monk of Yuanwu at all.

"Alas, it's old after all, you go back."

Zen Master Yuanwu spoke softly, sighed with a little regret, he held the Buddha staff and dragon in his backhand, and said to Ren Hao who wanted to attack again behind him:

"This is not the opportunity for a decisive victory, if you fall into a trap, it will not be good, and the matter of frustrating the enemy's spirit has been completed today.

Let's fight another day. ”

Ren Hao breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

His fists were closed, relaxed, and he didn't look at the cold happiness on the opposite side, and the yang peach hidden in the dark, just turned around, got up and flew vertically, and fell into the second Jiangxin Island.

Zen Master Yuanwu raised his left hand with a smile, put one hand together, and made a Buddhist salute to Xingxing and Yang Tao, so Shi Shiran turned around and walked forward slowly.

His waist was hunched down again, and his gait staggered, like a real old man.

But the earthy yellow air shield that lingered around him made Happy and Yang Tao angry, but they were extremely helpless.

This old monk is simply playing tricks!

The two of them will definitely be able to defeat Yuanwu together, and if they are willing to fight hard, it is not impossible to leave this old monk here, but the question is, how long will it take to defeat him?

How long will it take to kill him?

For such a long time, enough decent masters rushed over and surrounded and suppressed them countless times.

Zen Master Yuanwu did not get up to lift it, but stepped on the water, and the moment he left the first small Jiangxin Island, the seemingly stable Jiangxin Island made a clicking sound from under the river.

Under the stunned gaze of the crowd on both sides of the river, the Jiangxin Island, which was dozens of feet away, was shattered into more than a dozen pieces, and soon disappeared on the Yangtze River under the washing of the river.

This small Jiangxin Island is not as stable as the land, and it is not surprising that it has endured the battle of the four Tianbang players with all their strength this time, and it is also expected to be broken.

The master of the heavenly list, change the world.

It's not a lie.

But the collapse of the first Jiangxin Island caused trouble for the Northern Army, and they wanted to snatch the remaining four Jiangxin Islands, and I am afraid that it would be even more difficult.

Happy and Yang Tao turned around with a gloomy face.

But when they turned around, the faces of the two showed a cold smile that the conspiracy had succeeded.

At the same time, Ren Hao also returned to Jiangbei first, and a group of seniors came forward to talk, the old monk seemed to walk slowly, but in fact, every step was very large, and it was not slower than Ren Hao.

At the moment when Zen Master Yuanwu returned to the crowd.

"Huh"

A soft sound, like the wind blowing the willows, and like the opening of a folding fan, when everyone relaxed their vigilance for this victory, a black fan flew into the air.

It spins like a goddess scattering flowers.

Just in an instant, poisonous smoke that seemed to have thousands of colors erupted silently in the middle of the crowd.

Hit the trick!

This, this is the killing move laid out by the Northern Army today!

：。 ：m.x