The sword is gone.

Hold your hands on the wind.

Only a sneer appeared on the lips of the two lamas.

The six-legged smiling King Kong statue rose into the air with the sea of blood behind it, rolling blood and qi towards the center of the dojo.

On the side of Xifeng, more than a dozen bloody and blurred figures suddenly poured out, all of which were only the size of children, and the figure of Xifeng was tightly surrounded.

For a while, Lao Dao and the others retreated slightly, looking at the scene in front of them in shock.

The two lamas looked at the wind from a distance like a dead man: "Blood Sea King Kong, exorcism and dispersion, scatter your seven spirits, save your three souls from life, and be tortured forever!" ”

As the words fell, the sea of blood behind the six-legged smiling King Kong statue gradually condensed into a blood lotus under the seat, and the flesh and blood blurred figure on the ground sat cross-legged at the same time, like a group of blood boys.

And the most terrifying thing for everyone was that the blood boy opened his mouth at the same time, and his mouth was only a slitted slit, but when it opened, scarlet blood gushed out, making a roaring sound that shook the eardrums.

The people on the side of the dojo actually collapsed to the ground in half, their faces were pale, their hands were covering the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and their expressions were distorted.

For a while, the old Taoist was shocked: "That blood boy is reciting the mantra of death!" ”

Sun Nian said: "With such a resentful voice, if you don't cultivate enough, the three souls and seven spirits are enough to be torn apart!" ”

The Heavenly Master glanced at the two of them deeply: "For a while, this is what you said about accidents?" ”

After saying that, the Old Heavenly Master sighed: "Stop, my Heavenly Master's Mansion is not yet a place for you to divide life and death!" ”

Xi Feng got serious for the first time and looked at the Heavenly Master: "Heavenly Master, don't bother with you!" ”

The Heavenly Master was slightly surprised, but then looked at Xifeng with some puzzlement: "Do you know what you're talking about?" ”

Xifeng smiled: "I rashly crashed into the gate of the Heavenly Master's Mansion before, and Xifeng will make a loss here!" ”

The Heavenly Master persuaded him bitterly: "Knowing the current affairs is a handsome man, do you know the consequences of being reckless?" You're too much of a sect to wither......"

Xi Feng raised his eyes, and his expression was complicated: "The sword style has been opened, and there is no reason to take it back!" ”

After saying that, Xifeng glanced at the blood under his feet, turned his hand, and the blood mark in his palm burned red.

The two lamas just sneered: "How long will your mouth be hard?" ”

As the words came out, the expressions of the two lamas changed suddenly.

The blood and qi in the entire dojo are slowly gathering, and the center of its gathering is the cherishing wind.

The sudden change made the eyes of Lao Dao, Sun Nianshou, and the Heavenly Master all shocked for a while.

After thinking for a moment, Sun Nianshou said in a trembling voice: "Impossible, this is ......"

The Heavenly Master's expression changed dramatically, he glanced at Sun Nianshou, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It is indeed the sword seal of King Ming!" For a while, the opportunity you have been waiting for has come! ”

The old Taoist was at a loss for a while, and then lost his voice: "Sword Clan's Motai Clan's Ming King Sword Seal? ”

The Heavenly Master laughed astringently: "It should be, the Ming King Sword Seal was born from the Esoteric Ming King Seal, and the Sword Family Motai Clan created the Ming King Sword Seal Seven Styles, which have always been unique to them, and no outsider in the world can display it!" ”

Old Man Xiao's face turned a little pale, his figure swayed, but his fingers were holding the shoulders of the big man who was Xiyun.

The wind is as if it has not been heard, and the blood and qi in the dojo are still condensed under the feet, and have gradually condensed into a sword edge like a substance.

The dozen or so bloody blood boys on his side were torn apart by the blade of the sword and finally turned into a strand of blood.

The wind wiped his palms lightly with his fingers, and the red sword blade burning under his feet was like an earth dragon, whistling past, reaching the bottom of the blood lotus under the six-legged smiling Vajra statue.

The sword that submerged into the surface of the ground broke through the ground, from the bottom to the top, with the red sword light, pierced the six-legged smiling King Kong statue through, and the remaining momentum was unabated, and finally settled between the bodies of the two lamas sitting on the ground, and entered the ground for three points.

The strange smiling face of the six-legged King Kong statue froze, and after a few breaths, the glass was shattered.

At the same time, there were also the two prayer wheels.

The two lamas' faces flushed, and they pointed their fingers at the wind, and finally spurted out two mouthfuls of blue-black blood.

Xifeng walked up to the two lamas step by step, pulled out the unsheathed sword, and asked Old Man Xiao to ask for the strip of cloth again, and silently tied it around his waist.

Old man Xiao wanted to say something, but Xifeng waved his hand a little tiredly, and looked at the two lamas on the ground: "You can use the technique of Buddhism to perform such a yin and evil method, such a means to reverse yin and yang, with your five thoughts gate, there is no such means!" ”

The two lamas' expressions were cloudy, but they sneered and looked at Xifeng: "My five thoughts are the ability of heaven and earth, among which the heavenly machine, how can you know?" ”

The blood and qi on the dojo have all faded, and those who have picked up a life from the Ghost Gate are still palpitating.

In early spring, near the evening, it was still a little cool.

Xifeng turned his back to Xiao Daozi and couldn't see his expression clearly.

I can only vaguely see the body of Xifeng constantly trembling, as if he is suppressing something.

For a long time, he smiled self-deprecatingly and looked at the two lamas: "Heavenly opportunity? Oh, from the moment you started your spell, I saw her shadow in it, otherwise you wouldn't be worthy of my sword style! It's been many years, and I've been looking for it for years, and it's better to live than to die, so I get drunk and dream of death! I can admit anything to the wind, but she, even if I die! Even if I go to the underworld, even if I go to the underworld, I can't admit my mistake, tell me, where is she? ”

Xifeng's last tone has almost turned into a plea.

But in spite of this, the two lamas stared at Xifeng in disbelief, and finally bowed to the ground strangely with bloodshot teeth, and their mouths were crazy:

"The floating coffin of Liaoshui appears, and the Bodhisattva of Five Thoughts is born ......"

In this way, Xiao Daozi, the Heavenly Master, and the old Dao for a while, including Sun Nianshou and others, all changed their faces.

For a while, Lao Dao's hands were shaking, and his eyes were bloodshot: "Liaoshui...... Liaoshui! Where are the waters you are referring to? Where is my son? Say, if not, the old way will make you die a good death today......"

The two lamas were still crazy and murmured: "The floating coffin of Liaoshui is here, and the five thoughts of the Bodhisattva are ......."

For some reason, this sentence seems to stimulate Xifeng.

Xifeng pointed at the two lamas and roared, "Bodhisattva? Ha ha...... Bodhisattva, today I will spare the lives of the two of you, and you should go back and ask her, is she still safe as a Bodhisattva? There are 300 unjust souls up and down my Motai Sword Family, can she still be a Bodhisattva? Is she safe? Ah, if you ask her, do you remember the misery of the Motai couple who treated her like her own life? Let's ask her again, the ink typhoon that once made an appointment with her has fallen into the world and become like this, does she feel half guilty and half distressed? You tell her that I have been carrying the last sword of the Motai family for more than 20 years, just to behead her and wash away the hatred of the three hundred souls of my Motai family......"

Xifeng clenched the hilt of the sword violently, pulled out the sword sonorously, and when he turned around, his face full of stubble was already covered with bright tears, and he couldn't cry.

In the haze, I could vaguely see that what I pulled out was a rusty and half-broken sword......