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Just like the ice spring of the Sanjiu cold sky poured into the heavenly spirit, penetrating the spring, Tianxuan carried the marrow washing sutra, roared, the robe on the body was windless and self-drumming, like a round ball, and the Zen staff in his hand was waved out when Xiōng made a move to offer a pestle. (To read the latest chapter of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network) "Please be familiar with the domain name"

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"Zheng"

With an almost inaudible sound of gold and iron, Dongfang Undefeated and Tianxuan had already made a move, but they saw that Tianxuan's bulging robe had opened a hole and deflated like a deflated ball.

Dongfang was undefeated and won half a move, but there was no intention of stopping, the figure flickered, bringing up a colorful afterimage, in a space of several meters, a row made seven or eight almost unimaginable small range of movements, the short sword in his hand was like a flying falcon throwing into the forest, one after another pointed at Tianxuan's vital point, but in a moment, Tianxuan was forced to take seven steps back, and the robe on his body became a beggar's outfit.

"Hmph, King Kong doesn't hurt the body."

Dongfang Undefeated snorted, suddenly took half a step back, avoided Fang Sheng's palm force, and said angrily.

Tianxuan wiped a handful of cold sweat on his forehead, this kung fu was really the most dangerous period of time he had ever experienced, and he didn't expect that Dongfang Undefeated would suddenly become difficult, if it weren't for his robe being a treasure robe, and he had the Vajra Immortal Skill that he had practiced to the fullest, and his defense was absolutely the first among the seven sons of Haoran.

"Shaolin disciple, Burhan Formation."

There is a way that honest people will also be angry, seeing that Dongfang Undefeated is so unwelcome, Fang Sheng was also annoyed, and greeted him, eighteen prime-aged Shaolin disciples, each holding a Zen staff, surrounded Dongfang Undefeated into the battle.

Dongfang Undefeated ignored it, a pair of blood-red eyes stared at Tianxuan, a trace of murderous aura, emanating from his body, his sword, like silk spit out by a chūn silkworm, one by one wrapped around the elderly monk in front of him, he stood still, but seemed to be moving all the time, the boundary between movement and stillness, blurred at this moment. The body and sword are one, and the heart and sword are integrated. Tian Xuan was shocked in his heart, these eight words seemed easy to say, but to do this, decades of cultivation, Tianzhong's assets, both are indispensable. "Amitabha." The person in front of him who is wearing hair and fighting with a sword, and his murderous aura penetrates through the nine skies, where is the shemale who is thrushing and dressing up in the boudoir, twisting needles and embroidering huā to effect NV! Tianxuan informed several other people through the contract, and silently raised his internal strength to the extreme, only to hear his bones crackling, making a series of explosions, the skin of his body seemed to emit a faint golden light, the whole person seemed to be tall, and the treasure was solemn, this is the best kung fu of Shaolin Buddha mén, from the outside in, without half of the evil spirit, it is for King Kong to subdue the magic power. The confrontation between the two of them, the people of the Divine Sect who came from the rear had already arrived under the leadership of Tong Baixiong, and when they saw the sect leader confronting a monk with extraordinary demeanor in the Arhat array, they suddenly became anxious, shouted and rushed over. But he heard the hooping in the Haoqi Alliance, and rushed out more than 100 men in one go, and the two sides suddenly became a mess. Among the heroes of the righteous path, there are three people who are the most eye-catching, a Confucian student, a son, and an NV swordsman, who are Tianji, Tianquan, and Kaiyang. Tianji relied on the Heavenly Long Sword, killing all the way, Tianquan Kaiyang stood on both sides, one left and one right, and the three of them tore through the crowd like a sharp sword, killing straight towards the place where Tianxuan was. Under this killing sound that shook the sky, Dongfang's undefeated momentum increased even more, and under the infusion of his internal force, the tip of the short sword in his hand suddenly lit up, like a little cold star in the night. "Jian Gang!" "Zheng" Dongfang Undefeated The short sword in his hand, when the cold light at the tip of the sword was extremely bright, suddenly let out a dragon yín, and at this moment, he moved. The figure flickered and disappeared, only the cold light of the star, the little cold light left in everyone's field of vision. The blood flashed, Tianxuan's face changed greatly, he covered his shoulders and retreated sharply, blood continued to flow from his five fingers, staining his robe red, and in front of him, there was a corpse of a monk with a different head. At the moment of life and death, Tianxuan's bald head was covered with cold sweat, and when the cold star on the Dongfang Undefeated Sword first appeared, he used light skills to retreat sharply. Everything he has learned comes from Shaolin, and this Arhat Formation is also familiar with Xiōng, so he dares to challenge the East Undefeated in the Arhat Formation. But Dongfang was undefeated before the god came to a sword, but he couldn't take it, so he had to hide behind a monk to save his life. Dongfang Undefeated killed a person with a sword, and the intention was still unfinished, and the ground under his feet was continuous, turning into several figures, like shadows, and he was lightly pasted up, and the Arhat formation suddenly lost one person, lù out of the gap, with the undefeated eyesight of Dongfang, how could there be no reason not to see? "Amitabha, the benefactor of the East, the old man has been offended." Suddenly, a yellow-robed old monk stepped forward, filled the gap in the Arhat array, and slapped it with one palm.

Dongfang Undefeated sighed in his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he was actually retreated by this palm, and suddenly said with an angry face: "What a move." "This yellow-clothed old monk, is Shaolin Fangsheng, the contemporary Shaolin abbot Fang Zheng Master of the younger brother, a Shaolin peerless school, has reached the realm of pure fire, he is only this trick like a palm, is the most profound Shaolin palm in the mastery, pay attention to the emptiness of the word, practice to the fullest, neither empty, nor non-empty, palm power in the invisible, no sè, no want to do knowledge, sè is empty, sound and fragrance touch is also empty, palm power is empty, empty is palm power. Even if Dongfang is undefeated, he has to take a step back in front of this Shaolin's deepest palm. It was just this momentary effort, Tianxuan, who had walked on the ghost mén pass, got a chance to breathe, and stepped on his feet for a while, and actually wanted to quit the battle group. In the Arhat array, the eighteen Shaolin monks rotated vertically and horizontally under the leadership of Fang Sheng, such as flowing clouds and water, such as mountains stagnating, but they had no choice but to flicker the undefeated figure in the East, advancing and retreating like electricity, when it was really on the left, suddenly on the right, the Shaolin monks were like mountains, such as forests, the figure was like a demon, like a charm, a short sword in his hand, every flash, it was like a fresh huā blooming, bringing up the sword shadow and splashing blood. After only a few breaths, almost all the Shaolin monks were injured, although they were not fatal, but the operation of the Arhat Formation became stagnant, and the ground was also stained with a layer of blood. "He's not human!" Fang Sheng is more frightened the more he fights, the Shaolin Arhat Formation is the Shaolin Temple Protection Array, in the eighteen Arhat Formation, I don't know how many people have been trapped in the world, not to mention that at this time it is presided over by him, the power is even more amazing, but this character in the formation, but the more he fights, the more frightened he becomes, under the oblique light of the sunset, the color sè figure in the formation is like a ghost, like a white horse passing through the gap, passing through the crowd, not only not defeated, but more erratic, the disciples continue to send out a muffled snort, and from time to time flashes of blood light, For this arhat array, there was a shadow of yīn. Compared with the precariousness of the Shaolin monks here, on the front of the Jiāo front, the Haoqi Alliance gradually gained the absolute upper hand. Although there were many disciples of the Divine Sect, the number of masters was insufficient, and they were attacked by Tianquan and others several times in a row, and they were torn apart. At both ends of the battlefield in this húnluàn, there were two teams of men and horses, one of which was dressed as an official army, headed by a general, carrying a longbow and holding a long one, riding a fiery red war horse, which was Bai Qi. At this time, he was holding a clairvoyant mirror and looking at the shape of the field.

"Brother Qi, the shape of the Divine Sect seems to be a little bad." Beside him, the "silver-haired Jiao" Huang Boliu said.

"The masters of the Haoqi Alliance are like clouds, and in such a small-scale fight, they have indeed taken some advantage." Bai Qi said in a deep voice.

"Shall we go to the aid in time?"

"Wait, it's not time yet." Bai Qi said calmly: "The praying mantis catches the cicada, the yellow finch is behind, the sandpiper and the clam fight, and the fisherman profits." It's not just us who are eyeing the people below, and if we go down now, we're falling into the hands of some people. ”

"Anyone else?"

Huang Boliu asked in surprise.

"This battle below is not only a decisive battle between good and evil, but a change in the general trend of the entire martial arts in the next few decades. Whether it is Shaolin Wudang or my Sun Moon Divine Sect, they are just one of the chess pieces in this chess game, but the real key is the person behind the scenes who single-handedly caused this scene, and the person who wants to be a yellow bird and a fisherman. Bai Qi pointed to the strangulation in the field.

His gaze was cold and ruthless, the fight of thousands of people below, although it was a rare battle in the martial arts, but in his opinion, in addition to the skills of these people, it was really lackluster. He had seen so much that this kind of bloody Cheng dù couldn't make his heart bōlan a little.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when the fighter plane arrived.

At the other end of the battlefield, on the high hill of the mountain, there was another group of men and horses standing at this time, as many as two or three thousand people, one by one freshly dressed and angry, wearing pointed hats, white leather boots, wearing brown clothes, the body is decorated with a complement or decorated with cloud shoulders, the waist is tied with a small silk, wearing a tooth card, and the two words "Dongchang" are written on it, and below is a number.

This team turned out to be the fan of Dongchang.

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