"Amitabha. 【Fengyun Reading Network. With a Buddha name, the monk, who had not said a word and had almost no sense of existence at all, finally made a move.

Syllable!

A pair of white fleshy palms flipped, and between the palms flipped, a terrifying murderous aura was condensed, but behind the murderous aura, there was a Buddha nature.

Great Sumeru Palm!

An understatement of the palm was struck, but above the palm, a shimmering golden Buddha palm appeared, and the Buddha light was pervasive.

Suddenly, the person with the lowest martial arts in the audience, the seven sons of Quanzhen, who was fishing and farming, all had the idea of taking refuge in my Buddha.

This is just a trace of the power leaked from the palm of this move, and it has such power, which shows that the martial arts of this great monk who shot are high, even if they are not as good as Wang Chongyang's generation, they are by no means below the other four people in the Seven Star Monarch.

Swish!

The big monk's palm was aimed at Lin Chaoying, Lin Chaoying saw this palm, Ruyu's eyebrows raised slightly, and the Qingying Sword jumped out of the scabbard!

Boom!

The sword roared in the air, and a crisp sword roar was released, as if the invincible divine sword that had followed Dugu to seek defeat and break the sky and the sun had also sensed the reappearance of a strong enemy that had not been seen for a long time.

Syllable!

At the moment when there was no room for it, the Great Monk's Great Sumeru Palm and Lin Chaoying's Green Shadow Sword had already collided together, and the sword palms intersected, and the boundless destructive power impacted each other, eliminating invisibly.

Lin Chaoying's graceful body trembled slightly, a little solemnity was revealed between his eyebrows, and as soon as he grabbed the smooth jade hand, the Qingying Sword fell into his palm, and his sword eyes looked at the big monk in front of him, and his tone revealed a little heaviness, "Okay, I haven't seen the master of the Dharma for many years, and my martial arts have not diminished back then!" Today, let the little girl understand the master's methods. ”

"Amitabha." Walking with Wang Chongyang, the person who climbed Mount Hua together was not someone else, it was the first time in the past when Mount Hua discussed the sword, the Shaolin predecessor who presided over the sword debate on Mount Hua - Master Wufa, after many years, he is still alive in the world.

When the master of enlightenment heard Lin Chaoying's words, a little smile appeared on his bulging cheeks, his palms were folded, and he recited the Buddha's name, "Since Fairy Lin is interested, the poor monk will play with the fairy." ”

As he spoke, the smile on his face became more and more harmless to humans and animals.

"Two senior brothers, Danyang, Changchun, a few of you." Wang Chongyang took a deep breath, turned his head, and instructed the people around him, "I'll take the first step, since Wuwuzi wants to fight to the death with Poor Dao, how can Poor Dao not be accompanied?" ”

"Senior brother, let's go first." Master Yilan said with a compassionate face.

"Congratulations to the master." The seven sons of Quan Zhen clenched the long sword in their hands, bowed down, and said goodbye to Wang Chongyang.

Wang Chongyang's figure flashed, and the whole person had turned into a fluttering giant and disappeared here. As strong as Lin Chaoying, Huang Yaoshi's generation, they just saw a black shadow flashing.

Sou!

There are many mountain winds in the mountains, and the mountain wind is cold, rolling up from this valley located in the depths of Huashan, blowing down the fallen leaves in the mountains, whirling.

Lin Chaoying, Huang Yaoshi, and Lin Xue faced the Shaolin Wufa Master, the Tianji Xinglu Cunxing Monarch among the Seven Star Monarchs, the former Duan Huangye, the current Yideng Master, and Wang Chongyang's proud disciple - Quanzhen Seven Sons.

Even though they were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, the momentum of the three of them was condensed together, but they were fighting against everyone on the side of the Quanzhen Sect.

In an instant, in this valley, after Wang Chongyang left, the atmosphere became even more depressing.

"Hehehe." After being silent for a long time, the yellow medicine master, who was dressed in a green robe and was evil and crazy, laughed out loud, the laughter was full of evil energy, and his eyes fell on the body of the master of a lamp.

"Emperor Duan, no, it should be a master of the lamp, the matter has come to this point, how about you and me take a few moves?"

When Master Yideng heard this, he clasped his palms together, recited the Buddha's name, and said, "Amitabha, since Brother Huang is interested, how dare the poor monk not accompany him?" ”

As he spoke, a finger had stretched out, and above his finger, a terrifying force was condensed, almost turning into substance.

Dali Duan's mastery - a yang finger!

Huang Yaoshi's face changed slightly, and he laughed and said, "Hahaha, a yang finger, let the old man understand it!" ”

Before the words fell, the whole person had already pounced out, and the jade flute in his hand turned into a short sword, connecting the dots in the void, and attacking Emperor Duan.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The crisp sound of the clash of blades sounded, and the master of a lamp performed a yang finger stunt with one finger, but it was extremely powerful.

Intersecting with the jade flute in Huang Yaoshi's hand, there was a crisp sound of blade clashing, echoing in the valley.

After more than 20 years, the two fought again, but it was just a rough test of a few moves, and they entered the white-hot stage.

Yiyang's sharp fingers flew with his fingers, like a long sword transformed by sword qi, Huang Yaoshi's right hand used the jade flute as a weapon, and his left hand performed the Bibo Palm Technique, Luoying Divine Sword Palm and other peerless skills.

The martial arts of the two are like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River surging endlessly, without any stagnation.

Bang! Bang! ……

Under this battle, in the past 20 years, each other's martial arts have improved rapidly, and their internal strength has become more and more profound.

A single leak of palm and finger power can shatter a boulder and uproot all the trees that have struggled to grow on top of the cliff.

The seven sons of Quanzhen, Yuqiao Gengyu and others couldn't even get close, so they could only hide to the side and watch.

Lin Chaoying's sword eyes blinked, seeing that Huang Yaoshi and Master Yideng were fighting, the two sides were fighting equally, the sword eyes were raised, the sharp eyes were withdrawn, and they fell on the body of the Master of Enlightenment, and said in a cold tone:

"Master, it's your turn."

Boom!

Before the words fell, the Qingying Sword in his hand had turned into a dazzling, dazzling and dazzling rainbow, and he slashed down with a sword.

The power of a sword is earth-shattering!

Boom!

The colorful sword light condensed on the sword body, reflecting this divine weapon inherited from the sword demon Dugu's defeat, as if it was left over from an immortal in the sky.

Lin Chaoying's perfect jade body rose into the air, becoming more and more unlike a mortal person, falling into the eyes of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen and others, and all of them couldn't help but show a trace of intoxication in their eyes.

is such a peerless woman, Wang Chongyang gave up on her and let her choose Wuwuzi, which must be the stupidest thing he has done in his life.

It has been gathering momentum for a long time, and the Qing Ying Sword Fang in Lin Chaoying's hand slashed down like a mountain breaking the sun, and the sword momentum wrapped in the general trend of heaven and earth fell, as if the heavenly punishment had descended.

Wow!

The Seven Sons of Quanzhen stood behind the Master of Enlightenment, but they had endured a trace of leaking strength, and they had been injured on the spot, and the seven senior brothers and sisters spit out a mouthful of red blood in no particular order.

The first master of enlightenment, his originally indifferent face changed, his hands were raised at the same time, and under the condensation of his true qi, a statue of Shakyamuni loomed behind him.

A palm flew and met Lin Chaoying's sword. Above the palm, the golden light flashes, like a Buddha's palm!