In the face of Damu pressing people everywhere, Night Wind was murderous in his heart, and suddenly the long sword in his hand suddenly lit up, and the sword intent of the wind came out. Like a wisp of fresh wind, blowing towards Damu.

"Sword Intent!"

Damu instantly felt a crisis, as if the long sword in the hand of the night wind had changed at this time, like an invisible wind, but it came towards him with a fierce killing intention, and his heart suddenly flashed and said loudly.

In the face of sword intent, Damu didn't dare to be careless, legend has it that sword intent can kill the enemy beyond the level, which is the dream of many swordsmen, and even the pursuit of his whole life, I don't want Yefeng to be so young, he actually comprehended the legendary sword intent.

"King Kong is not bad!"

Under the crisis of life and death, Damu could no longer care about reservations, and as soon as he closed his palms, he was covered in golden light, like an angry-eyed King Kong, exuding a strong momentum in the air.

"When!when!when!"

Under the sword intent, the long sword of the night wind and the golden body of Tatsuki collided with each other, and the collision of the two forces was as if the breeze was constantly canceling out when it met the rock.

"Is this the artistic conception of King Kong?"

Night Wind was shocked in his heart, although he was not familiar with the exercises of Buddhism, but he knew the King Kong Temple from the Tianshan School to the extreme, although he was shocked, the long sword in his hand remained unchanged.

Continuously stabbed towards Damu, and under the superposition of artistic conception, the power of the sword technique instantly rose by as many as three layers, like lightning and wind, blocking the entire space.

Damu is facing the continuous erosion of sword intent, although he can't resist the artistic conception of Vajra, after all, the artistic conception is also strong and weak, and in the face of the night wind where the sword intent has been small, his Vajra artistic conception at this time is just a short time of comprehension.

Suddenly, his body fell to the ground.

Under the continuous impact of the sword intent, he retreated, and the qi and blood in his whole body also continued to roll under the blow of the night wind, and finally when the night wind stabbed for the second time, he couldn't hold back anymore, and opened his mouth to spit out a stream of blood.

Embarrassed for a while, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Damu sat cross-legged, while resisting the long sword of the night wind, and said: "Why should the night donor be so stubborn! The little monk invited the night donor is also a good intention, although the donor has comprehended the sword intent, how many times can the donor's injury be performed?"

Night Wind's handsome face was pale, but as Damu said, if Night Wind hadn't been injured, I'm afraid he would have stabbed him to death with a sword, but now he was seriously injured, although he endured the injury and exerted his sword intent, but the internal force consumed was also extremely amazing.

With the internal force of the night wind at this time, it can only be exerted three times, if Damu did not comprehend the artistic conception of King Kong, the night wind can indeed kill him instantly, but at this time it is very bad.

But even so, Night Breeze said lightly: "If you can use it a few times, Master Damu might as well try it! ”

Damu looked at the night breeze with his eyes, flashed with palpitating eyes and said: "Since the donor is still so stubborn, then the little monk can only send the donor to see the Buddha!"

Although Damu didn't know if Night Wind was pretending, he understood that since Night Wind had already offended, he couldn't let him live any longer, otherwise with Night Wind's qualifications, it would be a big threat to King Kong Temple in the future, not to mention that Night Wind was a big disciple of Huashan, if he was in charge of Huashan in the future, the threat to King Kong Temple would be even greater.

As he spoke, the golden light suddenly flourished, and there was a "crackling" sound all over his body.

"King Kong disintegrates?"

Night Wind's eyes shrank suddenly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly turned into a little light and pierced at Tatsuki's eyes.

"The donor is really knowledgeable! But that's the end of it, the little monk will send the donor to the west to see the Buddha!"

After speaking, he stretched out his palms, like magnified palm prints, and pushed towards the long sword of the night wind.

The violent palm wind descended down the giant palm and collided with the sword of the night wind.

"Boom! Boom!

Night Wind felt that the other party's tension was extremely strong, and not only did he dissolve his own sword momentum, but he also pressed down his long sword as if a huge stone had been placed on it.

Damu let out a long roar, and immediately flew up, slapped down the long sword, and with the power of the long sword, he rose again, and his body was like a divine dragon, rushing directly towards the night wind.

Night Wind was seriously injured, but at this time, he was injured by the strength from Damu, and he took a few steps back, and before he came back to his senses, he saw Damu rushing down, and the long sword flashed towards Damu.

It's a pity that it's too late, Damu is in the air, one palm shakes the long sword away, but the other palm is down, and one palm slaps on the shoulder of the night wind, and suddenly a huge force comes.

Two fierce palm forces, one along the long sword, one along the shoulder towards the night wind in the body invaded, under the night wind crisis, the true qi instantly returned to defense, can be a step late, screamed, broken line like a kite flew out, the injury that had been pressed down before became more serious, the throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Just as he was about to land, Night Wind suddenly summoned his divine sense and dragged his body up, ready for another attack from Tatsuki.

Damu didn't chase after him, he stood at a distance and looked at him with his hands, and said with a slight smile: "Does the night donor think that the little monk doesn't know that the donor's skills have recovered somewhat?

Night Wind's face turned red, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but he was more vigilant about Damu in his heart, and he didn't want his observation to be so meticulous in the fight between the two.

He took a deep breath and said, "Since Master Damu already knows, then Ye Mou will no longer hide it!"

After speaking, his body flashed suddenly, like lightning rushing towards Damu, and the long sword in his hand turned into lightning bolts, enveloping Damu in an instant.

Da Mu's face was pale, and he didn't dare to be careless, after all, Night Wind's martial arts were not inferior to him, and he immediately divided his palms into thousands of palm shadows and slapped them against the long sword.

The sword palms continued to intersect, and the night wind continued to retreat under the fierce palm power of Damu, although he took the opportunity to recover a layer of strength just now, but after all, it was not as good as Damu, he felt that if he continued like this, I am afraid he would not be able to leave.

Thinking of this, he immediately stabbed towards Damu's palms.

Damu didn't even look at it, his palms were golden and prosperous, and he used all the strength of his body to shoot towards the night wind.

Just when the long sword and the palm power intersected, Damu suddenly felt that there was no power on the sword, and his heart was stunned, but then he was overjoyed, and he no longer kept it, and the internal force of his whole body surged out, surging towards the night wind along the long sword.

Night Wind originally wanted to get out with the help of Damu's palm power, but he didn't want Damu to be unreserved, and his body suddenly shook and flew towards the rear.

"Oh no! He's going to run!"

Damu immediately rushed towards the night wind, but unfortunately it was too late, not to mention that the King Kong Temple was not known for its light skills, so how could it catch up.

But I saw that the night wind was in the air, although a little blood kept dripping, like a big peng, with the remaining internal force of the whole body, a sudden shock, a mistake in both feet, a little, like a vigorous ape, flying towards the bottom of the mountain.

"Today's gift of King Kong Temple, Ye has written it down! I hope the master can take care of it! Waiting for Ye Mou's coming!"

In the distance, the sound of the night wind followed the sound of the wind into Tatsuki's ears.