Every attack of the righteous dragon has bursts of Sanskrit sounds, or lion roar or tiger roar, the two are very different, but they are both sacred and destructive, and the latter is miserable after a short fight with the funeral flower.

The strength of the righteous dragon itself is not small, and it makes the demon subduing stick method and with the help of sound waves, when it is intertwined with the frost sword, in addition to the incomparably crisp ice-breaking sound everywhere, the roar of the lion and the tiger roar will penetrate straight into his ears and drill deeper, wanting to invade the funeral flower divine consciousness. The funeral flower knew that it was powerful, and while dodging, she pulled away and didn't want to confront it head-on.

The enemy retreated and I advanced, Yilong knew that he was afraid of the sound waves, so he accelerated his speed and pressed, not giving him a chance to breathe, and the second stick could evolve into four or five sticks at most, and he danced twice.

In the end, it was the funeral flower to shake off a sword to completely pull away the position, the sword momentum was like a rainbow, in the eyes of everyone turned into a white and flawless brilliance, not time there was a crystal thing flickering, that is the cold condensation is caused by the reflection of sunlight by particles, all the way to flash blind people's eyes, I have to close my eyes and wait for the white light to pass and then open my eyes.

Yilong saw the funeral flower frost get out of his hand, there was no emotional change, let alone joy, he didn't have the move to snatch people's weapons, and even if he did, he didn't dare to use it. At such a moment, it should be cautious step by step, and the opponent must think twice about whether any small move will be a trap. So he also turned slightly sideways, but he was afraid that this was a killing move, so he could choose to crack or dodge.

When everyone opened their eyes, they only saw that the three ice crystals on the frost sword had completely dispersed, giving birth to about a foot of ice, the tip was abnormally sharp, and the sword body was also frozen everywhere. The temperature in the air dropped suddenly, and there was a cold wind howling through it, and there seemed to be other sounds, such as the chirping of birds, but it was too ethereal to be captured.

'This flying sword is not simple. ’

The Yilong pear wooden stick was sacrificed, and the end of the palm was gently provoked with the tip to try to crack it with skill. These four or two thousand catties of skills are also common in the stick method, under the light, it only feels like shaking a mountain, not just a thousand catties, so I have to quickly stop for fear of being injured.

Then there was a Buddha cry "Amitabha, stick the fierce tiger to drive the lion." Then the sticks were struck, and for a while only the golden mixed shadows danced, and the human form was difficult to distinguish, and in an instant there were seven or eight sticks. Buddhism has always given people the impression of masculinity and compassion, in the past, there was a legend that the Buddha cut meat and fed the eagle, it was open-minded and fearless, I didn't expect Buddhism to have such a fast body, and I have never heard of his so-called stick beating the fierce tiger, isn't it compassionate, how can it be said to kill? Could it be a fake monk, and then look at the three thousand troubles on his head, everyone understands that the identity of this person is only afraid that it is not just a Buddhist disciple.

And what his words revealed was that the previous tiger roar and lion roar were not emitted by the stick itself, but by the lion and tiger driven by it, which should be the coincidence of the master of the Buddhist sect who created this exercise, and it was manifested through the stick method. However, is the icicle ice spike transformed by the frost sword a tiger and a lion?

And the funeral flower fell into the air after throwing the frost, and he didn't think about taking this opportunity to attack, but reached out and groped behind his ear a few times, and then stood aside to watch the play.

This series of actions was watched by Yilong in his heart, and there were infinite doubts in his heart, what did he want to do?

In this way, he was afraid of falling into his trap, and his hand was also a little stronger, more than ten sticks, sticks hit the frost, and all the sound was broken. The layers of ice on the Frost Sword's body cracked, and then fell down, reflecting the abnormal glare of a thousand beams, but Yilong didn't dare to blink at all, and could only stare at him in pain.

The falling pieces of ice were like gems, and they did not fall to the ground but were suspended under the frost sword, scattered one by one with a hundred and ten pieces, which seemed to be irregular, but were actually fan-shaped and slightly cocked, like the tail of some kind of bird. Not only that, but the frost also changed from the tip of the sword to the tail of the sword, the original cylinder became elliptical and then elongated, and the tip was separated from the middle, one up and down became two barbs corresponding to each other, and the bottom was slowly flattened......

It wasn't until it completely stopped changing that Yilong saw its overall appearance, like a 'chicken' with beautiful feathers stretching out in pieces, and he was dumbfounded when he saw it, and he couldn't imagine that this frost would change like this.

"Chirp......" An extremely sharp chirp sounded, this is not a chicken crow, it is a mixture of eagle and peacock, but it does not seem to be inconsistent at all, there is an incomparably mysterious and solemn feeling, which makes his heart throb, this is not ......

"Ah......" Before he could come up with the name, he suddenly hugged his head and shouted, because after the voice entered his ears, it went straight to his mind like a living thing, and the process was extremely painful, even if he exercised his mental power every day, it was useless, and the sound materialized into thousands of needles, piercing from the ear holes in all directions, incomparably fierce without any mercy. It was only a moment when he fell to the ground and rolled around, trying to relieve the pain in his head, but to no avail, the more he struggled like this, the more the pain intensified, just a long scream, which kept echoing in his mind at the moment.

"Ah......h

Everyone looked at everything in the field, and they didn't know why they still occupied the top points before, and how the unusually fierce Yilong could roll on the ground. It looks like I've been attacked by something, and it's painful to not look like I'm screaming, but I haven't seen anything abnormal, what's going on?

Not only the freshmen on the sidelines, but also the four law enforcers on the stage were also at a loss, they all saw the small action of the funeral flower, but they didn't see him perform any exercises, and they didn't hear the voice. By the way, it's a sound! When Fang Cai Yilong fell to the ground, he covered his head and put his hands close to his ears, that is, he was attacked by sound waves, and he used his own method to return the other body? I know what caused it, but I don't know how to use it, because none of the four of them heard a sound, except for the sound of weapons colliding, but at that time Yilong was not wrong, if it wasn't for the sound wave attack, why did the funeral flower close his hearing again, and why were the four of them okay? I couldn't figure it out! I could only watch things develop further.

Yilong slowly got up from the ground, he was already not human, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding non-stop, but there was no trace of injury on his body, and he looked at the funeral flowers with cold eyes, it was he who made himself look like this, his hands clenched with hatred, how could there be a feeling of a Buddhist person at this moment, and then quickly pointed to several of his acupoints to prevent the blood from continuing to drain and cause fainting.

The funeral flower still has the same expression of watching the play, as if he saw the climax part of the mouth with a weird smile, everything is going on as he expected.

The expressions of the two of them showed that everything that had just happened was the sound wave power of the envoy, and they just didn't know how to perform it for a while. At this time, the Frost Sword had returned to the funeral flower, he reached out to catch it and stroked the three ice crystals on the sword body, the frost completely returned to its original state, and it was still cold and shining, but it was not the color of ice.

Such a look made Yilong completely burst out and roared loudly: "You forced me!"

Fuhua replied coldly, "Say more unintentionally, even if you use your true skills to come to this son, others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you, even if it is the Buddha behind you." The words were extremely domineering, and it also indirectly expressed that there were equally powerful forces behind him and they were not afraid of Buddhism.

"Good, good, good!" Yilong said three good words and said no more, his hands opened into claws and then clenched, the true qi at his dantian all gushed out golden for a while, the strength of the sword master in the later stage was undoubtedly expressed, the clothes that were originally open half of the clothes flew with the flow of true qi, the speed visible to the naked eye was swollen, and the green tendons were so terrifying. Then squat, this action made everyone unexpected, could it be that there are unknown and undetectable changes in the feet?

In the surprise of everyone, I saw him turn into a golden yellow and rush towards the funeral flower at great speed, so fast that the funeral flower also had a surprised expression, but it was just a flash. His pupils constricted, trying to catch the dragon's tracks, and he struck with the sword in his hand, trying to repel him as soon as he arrived, because the impact he was carrying was predictable.

Funeral Flower's eyesight barely kept up with the speed of Yilong, and between the lightning and flint in his close body, the frost fell with an endless chill, and now he didn't have a weapon in his hand to see how he could resist, sometimes it was easier to defend and counterattack than to attack.

Let the funeral flower not think that Yilong did not slow down, but stretched out his right hand in the shape of a claw, this is planning to catch his frost sword with his bare hands?

The next moment, the funeral hand shook passively, it was the frost that encountered an obstacle, and in a blink of an eye, it was indeed the case, Yilong's hand caught the sword, and did not catch the sword body, and the sword could not pierce his body. "What a powerful body, isn't it the incorruptible body of King Kong?" Funeral Flower guessed, he didn't believe that this was the legendary Zhangliu Golden Body.

For a while, the two were a little deadlocked, and Yilong's right hand was like a tiger's claw 'grabbing' the sword body, and after some tentative extraction was useless, the burial flower also gave up the change of tactics that he was always on guard of. Sure enough, his right hand began to change, and at this moment it became a leopard fist, going straight down to his abdomen to hit him in the abdomen,

Yilong was already able to move, and hurriedly caught the punch with his palm, and quickly escaped with the impact. Yilong didn't chase but his posture changed again, bending down and bowing his head, his two fingers stopped an inch away from his eyebrows, as if he was holding something. The next moment, the posture changed again, the head was slightly tilted to one side, the little finger of the right hand was inserted into the ear, and the face was wrinkled, I don't know whether it was enjoyment or pain, maybe both. The next time, he spread his hands and crossed his fingers, and then gently dragged his chin flat, closed his eyes and frowned as if he was thinking about something important...... There are more than a dozen extremely strange poses that have been changed in this way.