Two temptations, the foundation of the two sides is similar, and what follows is an unpredictable battle.

"Ha-" The abbot's feet sank, and the Hejin scepter was lifted suddenly, his breath climbed, and the ground sank three feet, and the holy light was full of light.

Nalan Shayang's complexion changed, and the conjuring spirit in his hand flew up and down, recruiting the skills of the ghost yuan, and the yin wind was everywhere, and there was no place to bury the roots.

It is still a powerful blow, and the tin staff in the abbot's hand is simple and unpretentious, but it has the ability to open mountains and crack stones.

Buddha and ghosts are restrained, the exercises are different, Nalan Shayan is also a simple stretch, the two soldiers meet, the momentum is magnificent, and each is shocked. The abbot couldn't hit a blow, and then mentioned the Buddha Yuan, swept a stick, Nalan Shayan swirled around, avoided a blow to the steel, and at the same time in the palm of the hand, a palm slapped to the abbot Tianling, and the abbot was one-handed, the light around the body was blazing, and the solemn Buddha statue appeared behind him, and a move "Big Buddha handprint" against "ten thousand ghosts out of prison". Suddenly, the heavens and the earth were shocked, and the two sides added red.

In another place, although the sect leader was frustrated with one move, his spirit was undiminished. With a slight shake, the blade flashed, turning into thousands of ghosts, with many steps, and a move Hua Guangyue slashed at the bullish Taoist.

Xi Wangshan's qi sank, his hands were Tai Chi, there was a faint air of clouds and water between the movements of his palms, and the flesh palm just touched the blade, it was a reversal, and the domineering knife strength was actually transferred by the force, and in an instant, countless palms were released, and countless knives were unloaded.

The knife style has been exhausted, Xi Wangshan spied the opportunity, shook his palms, and kicked out with one foot. If you are kicked, you will break your hands and feet, and if you are killed, you will be ruined and scattered.

The sect leader couldn't draw the knife in time, his toes were light, and he abandoned the knife and left, like a ghost, which made the Taoist empty.

Xi Wangshan was surprised, and the ghostly figure came again, and a storm-like fist and foot contacted, which actually made him be restrained by his moves, and his moves were clumsy, and his blood surged. Different from his own moves, the close-range fists and kicks of the Karatu Sect Master seemed to be completely disorganized and thoughtless, and he only wanted to hit them in an instant, like hail falling angrily, smashing his true qi and stagnating, and the moves could not be connected.

Seeing that he had successfully suppressed the awesome Taoist, the sect leader raised his hand, and the square knife was like being inspired, and with a "poof", it flicked into the sect leader's hand. The sect leader immediately sacrificed a knife dance, the knife was fierce, and the style was domineering. shouted loudly, and in an instant, the sword wind and moon shadow forced the awesome Taoist together.

Xi Wangshan had no hope of cracking it, so he had to dodge again and again, and said in shock: "This knife style is 'Hegemony without borders'?"

"Old dog, do you dare to be distracted when you fight with me?" the sect leader slammed his sword, slashed and slashed, and even sent out a nine-style soul snatching knife, making a move to kill him.

Xi Wangshan dodged, there were marks under his feet, and he was in the middle of the qi, and a formation was formed between tossing and turning, and the qi and eyes were linked, and all the complicated knife shadows were locked. Gradually, the shadow of the knife disappeared, and only a square knife remained.

The palms are combined, the yin and yang forces are divided, and the chaos is attacked.

The sect leader's square knife was clamped by the two palms of the awesome Taoist, and the power of the primordial chaos passed along the blade to his hand, shaking the sect leader's hand numb, and the square knife came out of his hand.

Xi Wangshan took the opportunity to bully three inches of his body, and his soft palms were just fists, swinging, sweeping, pumping, and pestle, and the vigorous vitality gushed out from between his fists and feet like a storm, making the sect leader powerless.

"Hahahaha!"

At the moment when Xi Wangshan's final blow was struck, a hoarse laugh came from the sun and moon robes.

The thunderous punch was blocked in front of his chest and failed to score another point.

Xi Wangshan was surprised, the sect leader shook the palm of his hand, and slapped the other hand obliquely, and actually locked the throat of the sect leader and lifted him directly.

As soon as the hand is twisted, it is necessary to abolish Xi Wangshan's right hand. Xi Wangshan naturally refused, and went against the force, fighting with each other, bursting with vigor and rushing away ten zhang away.

Xi Wangshan was shocked, the body in the sun and moon robe was so thin, but the strength displayed was so arrogant.

The black robe fluttered, the long hair around the thick mask flew away, and the square knife appeared in the sect leader's hand again at some point, emitting a shimmering cold light. Through the mask, Xi Wangshan felt the burning gaze, there was no doubt that the new Southern Sect Leader must have a deep connection with him.

"The Tao is the way, the very way, the possibility of the way?" said Xi Wangshan tentatively.

"The Tao is different, and words are not born. The Sect Master stretched out a finger and pointed at the Daoist lightly.

Xi Wangshan's mind suddenly had no wind and waves, his consciousness was turbulent, and an irritating feeling came to his heart, and his heart was actually chaotic. For a moment, the square blade pressed over like flesh, Xi Wangshan hurriedly closed his palms to block, and his head instinctively shrank before he could avoid the strength of the sword.

The crown of hair was swept over, knocked to the ground, and Xi Wangshan's hair danced in the forest wind, looking very embarrassed.

"Hate, I hate, I hate, I hate it······"

Confused, miserable noise, there are troubles inside, there are strong enemies outside, as strong as Dao Zhen is in charge, in such a situation, he has to bow his head.

At this moment, a figure popped out of the woods, "Old man Bullnose! Look who this is!"

The man lifted his hand, and it was Xi Siyang, the son of the head of the sect.

"Wu'er!" cried out the Mentor.

"Come on!" the sect leader pointed to the right time, and his hand raised and fell.

I didn't see blood spilled, but I saw snow drifting.

A sound of gold and iron grinding resounded throughout the Black Dead Forest, and in the wind and snow, a black gold tin staff stood between the sect leader and the sect leader, and a mark was carved by the square knife.

Although it was late autumn, it was impossible for snow to fall, but there were constantly snowflakes drifting in the field, and a trace of blood smelled in the wind.

"Lixue has a broken arm!"

Transcending space and time, gathering infinite wisdom, is the method of open-mindedness.

"The killing thought is deep, but the Dharma can be crossed, and I thank the donor for keeping his hand. "The abbot actually teleported here from another battle situation to save the master.

"I am not destined to be a person, there is no boat to carry in the bitter sea, and there is no way to sail. The sect leader actually pulled away with his knife and pushed it away, and he was not embarrassed.

"The old man thanked the donor. The abbot turned around and pinched his hand, and a little clear qi popped into Xi Wangshan's mind.

"How can Wangshan's friends be haunted by demons, in this situation, they can make people better. Between the words, the aura of the Pure Sage Buddha filled the two of them, and Xi Wangshan's hideous expression gradually calmed down.

After placing Xi Wangshan, the abbot turned around and faced the two top masters, the abbot gently lifted the tin staff with his right hand, and said with a smile: "How about the old man send the two to meet the Buddha?"

Thunderbolts on sunny days, thunder on the flats.

The tin rod shook, and the ground sank three feet. The abbot has a smiling face, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but his voice is like King Kong's angry face, not angry and self-assured.

"Buddha, who is you, the ruler of the Central Plains, aren't you the boss this time?" Nalan Shayan asked with a puzzled expression.

"The Buddha has the same concept as your first Taklamakan generation. The Sect Master replied.

"Then I won't do it, we have to be ready, this bald man is not simple. Nalan Shayan snorted, waving the spirit flag in his hand even more exaggeratedly, and a faint cry came from the whirring wind.

The sect leader also carried a square knife, and the yin and yang qi were wrapped around it, the sun and the moon were shining, and the sword was brilliant.

The three of them raised their spirits, and they actually made the entire black dead forest tremble, and the birds flew one after another, and the plants and trees fell.