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"How to gamble?" Likong seems to be quite interested in Meng Xunzhen's construction.

Meng Xunzhen said calmly: "You and I will bet on ourselves, and the loser will not perform the red dust for life, how about it?" ”

Likong was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "It seems that the donor is very confident in his own strength, if the old man does not allow it, it will inevitably seem too stingy." Shall we say what we say? ”

"It's a deal!" Meng Xunzhen agreed, and his body suddenly seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope, his legs did not move his shoulders or sway, his feet were close to the ground, and he slid backwards for more than three feet, widening the distance between him and Kong. Then he shook the sleeve on the right, and the two swords of Ziwei and Qingshuang hidden in the storage ring flew out of the sleeve and suspended in front of him side by side, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and two fierce sword qi forced into the air.

"Dang!" The bronze bell that was held in his empty right hand and was all golden, only the size of his fists together, let out a long afterglow, and then slowly spun up on his palm, exuding a soft and continuous invisible energy, which could neutralize Meng Xunzhen's sword qi.

"Go!" Meng Xunzhen broke off his drink, pinched the two fingers of his right hand into a sword trick and pointed forward, and the purple and green swords turned from static in an instant, turning into two rays of lightning and shooting into the air along the two mysterious paths that seemed to be straight and not straight, and seemed to be curved and not curved.

At the moment when Meng Xunzhen's double swords attacked, the bronze bell in his empty hand flew into the air like a weightless feather. The bronze bell turned over in the air, and suddenly became more than 10,000 pounds heavier, like a towering Mount Tai, and suppressed towards the purple and green swords.

Meng Xunzhen's sword trick was drawn left and right, and the purple and green swords turned left and right, like two extremely slippery loaches, walking downstream from the bronze bell that could be pressed. Each of them made half a circle in the air and pierced the air from both sides.

Empty right hand out of thin air. The bronze bell flew back to his hand and slapped it heavily on the bell with his left palm. A small bronze bell, under his palm, there was a loud bang comparable to the 10,000-pound giant bell on the bell tower of the Zen Temple, and a "bobo" fused with the invisible sound of nearly a hundred years of pure internal force spread to the surroundings with the bronze bell as the center.

The purple and blue swords, which had already flown close to the air, suddenly slammed into the ground, like a small boat that was struggling to travel against the wind and waves. What's even more terrifying is that after being washed away by layers of sounds, Meng Xunzhen's true qi attached to the sword quickly collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, the two swords were already crumbling.

Meng Xun's heart was full of joy, and according to the description in the original book, the strength of the void was even higher than that of the four holy monks, which was enough to compete with Ning Daoqi. As the first master of Zen, now it seems that this evaluation is really true. His right shoulder shrugged slightly, and the dark iron heavy sword on his back automatically bounced up and fell into his right hand. The front finger of the heavy sword, the "Liangyi Yuan Magnetic True Power" skyrocketed tenfold, dragging the purple and green swords to fly back from the air. He pointed his left hand at each of the purple and green swords. Inject a true qi into each of them. The twin swords that regained their momentum turned and flew out, slashing at the empty ribs with one left and one right. At the same time, Meng Xunzhen took a step forward with his left foot, and with the supreme light skill of shrinking the ground into inches, the first Ziqing double sword stepped in front of the empty body, and the Xuantie heavy sword evolved the "Desert Lonely Smoke Straight", which seemed to stab straight into the air slowly and urgently.

In his empty hand, the bronze bell flew out again. Spun like a windmill and crashed into the oncoming sword. At the same time, his arms waved out left and right, and the fat sleeves of the monk's robe were like two long flying clouds, without a trace of fireworks, gently brushing towards the purple and green swords.

"Dang!" The iron sword stabbed the bronze bell, and let out a soft sound that resounded through the nine heavens.

"Pong! Disheveled! The soft sleeve flicked the sharp sword, and there was a dull sound of energy fighting.

The bronze bell shoots backwards, and the twin swords fly diagonally. The empty body shook slightly, and Meng Xunzhen was shocked by the nearly hundred years of meditation cultivation contained in the body of the bell under this hard fight, and he staggered back a few steps.

Standing with the bell in the air. He whispered in his mouth: "The Three Realms are idealistic, and the ten thousand laws are only knowledgeable, and they are all made by the heart; I can't do it outside my heart, and my eyes are full of yellow. 一qiē具足. ”

An indescribable mystical qi machine spread out from a foothold under empty feet to the point where it encompassed the entire Pure Mind Monastery. His whole person seems to be magically integrated with the Pure Mind Zen Temple, giving birth to a kind of mysterious momentum that is the same as the heaven and the earth, and the divine power of the Holy Truth.

"The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back." He said this sentence in a singing method, combined with his momentum of taking advantage of the geographical advantage to reach the peak, and suddenly gave birth to an indescribable taste.

Even if Meng Xun's heart was as strong as a golden stone, when he suddenly heard this, he couldn't help but have a trace of conversion and surrender.

"That's amazing!" Finally, Meng Xunzhen's cultivation was profound, and he was already alert from the beginning of his thoughts, and hurriedly ran Xuangong to get rid of distracting thoughts, and his heart was a little more vigilant. He knew that if he didn't manage to break the momentum of the void, he was afraid that he would be defeated in a few moves. With a thought in his mind, he took He's Bi out of the storage ring and used the "Liangyi Yuan Magnetic True Force" to control the three-foot void hanging above his head.

As the He's Bi Guang flourished, the cold and hot furious abilities turned into overlapping waves and surged towards the opposite void.

Even if the power of the empty power is clear, a Zen heart has been polished to be clear and flawless, but in the face of He's Bi, a strange thing that does not belong to the world, it is still inevitably affected.

Meng Xunzhen searched for the gap and advanced, the Xuantie heavy sword still made the "desert lonely smoke", and the simple and unpretentious sword momentum contained the endless changes that a long sword could perform. It was only because all the internal strength and true qi were condensed and compressed in the ancient and heavy sword body by Meng Xunzhen with terrifying control power, so there was no trace of strong wind and sword qi on the sword.

"Amitabha!" After reciting the Buddha's name, the bronze bell no longer left his hand, and was held on top of his right palm, slowly moving forward.

The sword bells collided head-on again, sticking together as if they were frozen in frame, without any sound or a trace of true qi fluctuation, the situation was extremely strange.

This scene lasted for about ten breaths, Meng Xunzhen's face suddenly turned pale, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. However, in the middle of the flight, he waved his left hand forward, and the purple and blue swords that had originally remained behind were intertwined and rotated with each other, turning into a thick pillar of light intertwined with purple and blue to attack the air that stood still in place.

The empty face was like an ancient well, and he couldn't see the slightest hint of joy and anger, and his right hand was handed forward, and the bronze bell hit the pillar of light.

"Dang!" When the twin swords flew backwards, the bronze bell made a long sound again, but the sound was dull, faintly revealing a sad meaning of sunset.

Meng Xunzhen, who staggered a few steps to gain a foothold after landing, hung the Xuantie heavy sword back on his back with his backhand, and with a move of his hand, the Heshi Bi and Ziqing swords in the air flew into his sleeve one after another and were included in the storage ring. He wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and said to the empty hand: "Accept!" ”

He had already taken the bronze bell back into his hand for a long time and was speechless, and after a long time, Fang smiled bitterly: "The future is terrifying, this battle is lost by Lao Wei!" As soon as the words fell, a spiderweb-like crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the bronze bell, and then it disintegrated one by one, and fell to the ground with a "clang".