In the past, there was a beautiful woman Gongsun, and a sword dance moved in all directions.

During the Tang Kaiyuan period, there was Gongsun Auntie, good sword dance, sword dance in the West River, sword dance in Hun Tuo, famous all over the world, Emperor Tang Ming also called him into the palace many times, watching the sword dance stunt.

After the rebellion of Anshi, Gongsun Auntie was exiled in the rivers and lakes, and saw the prosperous Tang Dynasty in the morning and night. After wandering away, seeing the vicissitudes of life, the long sword in his hand was raised, and he took dance as a martial art.

Take the shape of flowers, plants, birds and beasts, endow hell with ten thousand phases, pass on the spirit of Haoran, and finally become the sword dance of Gongsun. After several tosses, it has been passed on to future generations, and successive generations have made up for the shortcomings and gradually completed it.

Gongsun Jianwu, who became in troubled times, is also second to none in life-saving kung fu.

The strong wind exploded in his ears, the tiger roared, and the hairs on his body suddenly rose, and Qi Chen, who lowered his head, caught a glimpse of a black shadow flashing with golden light sweeping straight to his ears. Between life and death, there was no chance to think about it, so he squatted down, and the long sword swept obliquely, like Xi Shi washing in the water, and the raccoon yarn. I felt a strong wind blowing overhead, and my scalp hurt.

The long sword swept the air, tiptoed a little, turned over and retreated, the long sword rose with the trend, swept away diagonally, the black sword was pulled out easily, and looked up. I felt the strong wind blowing on my face, squinted my eyes, and saw the white-clothed monk chasing after him, his eyes were golden, his left hand was carrying the wind, and the skin surface of his hand was faintly wrinkled like a tiger, golden and black, and there were bursts of roars between waves.

Seeing that the monk didn't care about the long sword that swept his palm, Qi Chen frowned, stared at the tip of the long sword, and swept straight into the palm, and the sword palms intersected, like a golden iron, with a sonorous sound.

Before I could be surprised, the long sword bounced back instantly, and a solid energy went straight to the palm of the palm along the long sword, the strength was surging, the tiger's mouth burst open instantly, and the blood was dripping, and the energy did not stop, along the hand Taiyin meridian, rushing straight towards the forearm, where it passed, such as a tiger biting, frying in hot oil, and the pain was unbearable.

Hissing and inhaling the cold air, Qi Chen's toes connected the dots, kept retreating, the sea of power in the Buddha Gate rose, went straight to his right hand, resisted the strength, stopped, looked up at the white-clothed monk standing a zhang away, smiling at the corner of his mouth, frowned, and asked in a cold voice,

"Bald donkey, sneak attack on your grandfather?"

The white-clothed monk popularized the law, glanced at Qi Chen's chest, folded his hands, bowed his head, and smiled,

"Hand over the scriptures in your arms, and the little monk will leave a whole corpse for the donor. ”

Bowing his head and sweeping, Qi Chen looked at his chest torn by the big yellow dog, and the "Dizang Sutra" revealed the two big white characters of "Jizang".

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty, not to mention that this and the family are exposed more than half. Raising his head, Qi Chen looked at the monk in front of him, and secretly cursed a big yellow dog, the corners of his mouth were raised, and the two swords in his hands were shocked,

"You are such a skilled bald donkey, when you see the "Dizang Sutra", you don't ask, you don't ask, you will kill you, Jinling really didn't come in vain, Lao Tzu's luck is not bad. ”

With a low smile, Pufa put down the Buddha salute on his chest, raised his eyes and stared at Qi Chen, the golden light flashed in his eyes, and the person with a touch of blood gradually rose.

Seeing that the golden light flashed all over Pufa's body, two phantoms faintly appeared behind him, both tall and stout, with angry eyes and raised eyebrows, the phantom on the right had a dark gold dragon coiled on his body, and a colorful tiger lurking at the foot of the phantom on the left.

Descending the dragon and subduing the tiger, I have seen a lot in Lingyin Temple over the years, Qi Chen recognized it at a glance, and the phantom behind the white-clothed monk in front of him was the dragon descending Arhat and the Fuhu Arhat, his eyebrows raised, and a bright light flashed in his eyes,

"This is the Dharma of Buddhism?"

Without answering, the two phantoms behind Pufa flashed away, and Qi Chen was on guard, only to see a little golden light appear in the center of his eyebrows, and two small lines extended left and right, one with golden belt blood, and one with golden black, spread along the skin in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the Xuan Miao lines on his bare skin as if there was life, as his breath became bright and dark, the whole person became like a big cat, and before he could say sarcasm, the roar of the dragon and the tiger sounded, and he stared at it carefully.

I saw a scarlet blood dragon with thick arms and scales and claws, and suddenly flashed out, wrapped around the right arm of the white-clothed monk, and the hideous dragon head was facing him, roaring in a low voice.

Slightly surprised for a moment, Qi Chen reacted, this should be the magic power of the Arhat Law Minister, Zhang Tie said, it was really very strange, and swept to the right hand of the white-clothed monk.

This time it wasn't a tiger, an eight-foot-long, swarthy demon-slaying pestle, exuding a faint black gas, and a sharp thorn at the tip of the thick pestle seemed to be a tiger's teeth, and the cold light was awe-inspiring.

The Arhat law is invulnerable, infinitely powerful, and has mysterious powers.

The white-clothed monk looked at the demon pestle in his hand, as if he was a little displeased, Qi Chen grinned, swept his eyes on his right hand, the pain had dissipated, although there was a slight injury, but it did not affect the slashing person.

Coldly faced, this bald donkey's breath is too condensed, just a claw, his right hand will be completely injured internally and externally, if the fight continues, it is estimated that it is more auspicious and less, the tiger's eyes swept the surroundings, the mountains are high and the forests are dense, it should not be a problem to escape, and I caught a glimpse of the cave again, could it be that the tigress fought with the big snake inside, why didn't it come out.

Putting down his thoughts, he pulled his mouth, and took a deep breath, since he has seen the Dharma of Buddhism, no matter how you say it, you have to try it, Qi Chen clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, his inner breath churned, and he stared coldly ahead.

Disgusting, murderous, robbers, and so on, they should be thrown into the great living hell, gouging out their eyes, cutting off their hands and feet, and burning them to charcoal.

Knock knock,

The chest jumped twice, like throwing a stone into the water, plopping, the two hands converged, the blue and white long sword went down, the black short sword went up, the hilt of the sword touched, and it was in front of the chest, like holding the overlord gun.

"Phew"

A black wail, the true qi is like a raging river, hunting and hunting the wind, Qi Chen's toes are a little tiptoe, the stones under his feet are broken, the person is like a galloping horse, holding a gun in both hands, Ben Napu monk rushed, the black spear was sharp, piercing the Buddha's eye.

Gongsun Jianwu, the Ten Kings of Hell, the second Chu Jiang.

The Arhat Faxiang of the law seemed to be watching the children playing, and he didn't move, the middle door was wide open, and he watched Qi Chen sweep in front of him, suddenly accelerated, flashed in front of him, and turned his double swords into guns, and the short swords turned into the tip of the spear, stabbing his right eye.

The tip of the gun was strong, and it was three inches in front of him in the blink of an eye, and Pufa smiled slightly, and did not dodge, but just closed the Buddha's eyes.

"When~"

The tip of the spear pierced the eyelids, like striking a giant bell, the strength was shocked, the body froze, Qi Chen's left hand trembled, the tiger's mouth broke, and a wisp of blood flowed down his wrist, the two swords were one, and his right hand was also shocked, and the original broken tiger's mouth was even more injured, looking at the white-clothed monk in front of him, who was subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, just raised his head slightly, and his nostrils were facing himself.

His complexion did not change, and Qi Chen scolded secretly, so thick-skinned. Gritting his teeth, he took advantage of the Buddha's closed eyes, disassembled the spear, sank his body slightly, twisted his waist, and rotated his body sideways.

The tip of the long sword in his right hand was like a star, drawing a white cold light, piercing his nostrils, and a white rainbow.

The short sword was aimed at the crotch of the Arhat, the head of the sword flickered, and the cold light was like a claw, and it drew a sharp eagle grab, stabbing towards the crotch claw, and the eagle struck.

In this world, there is no undefeated kung fu.

The corners of Pufa's mouth were upturned, he opened his eyes, and he didn't move, Qi Chen frowned, and suddenly, the red dragon wrapped around Pufa's arm dodged, and bit the long sword on the upper thorn, and the dragon's tail swept away, and slapped away the short sword below.

I didn't expect that the red dragon could be like this, and the strength was so violent. I was shocked, and I was about to retreat, when the tiger roared in my ears, and the magic pestle in his left hand swept over.

Pulling back the long sword from the dragon's mouth, the two swords were staggered and sealed at his side, blocking the dark demon pestle that swept over, and glanced at the red dragon that swept back and was entrenched on the shoulder of the white-clothed monk.

"Bang"

The violent strength came, Qi Chen flew out upside down, his arms were in sharp pain, he turned over and knelt on one knee, his long sword on the ground, and he caught a glimpse that he did not catch up, looking sideways at his shoulders.

Two wounds, four or five inches long, cut from the shoulder blade to the arm, were hideously torn. There was a sharp pain in the chest, and there were two of them, a little shallower, blood gurgling down, and the tiger's claws were scratched.

His arms trembled, and blood flowed down the long and short swords, dripping and ticking.

Grinning, he blocked the demon pestle, and couldn't stop the wide tiger claws that flashed out with the strong wind, it seems that the law phase is indeed infinitely useful.

Qi Chen no longer died, his mind turned sharply, this monk should have come out of the temple at the foot of the mountain, and it seems that he can't go in the direction of the Lingguxin Temple, if he is rounded, he will really go to hell.

Do you burrow into the hole, or do you run first?

With a flickering eye, the Arhat Fa Xiang looked at Qi Chen, shook his head and smiled lightly,

"Can't escape, little dragon"

As soon as the voice started, I saw the red dragon on his shoulder, raised his head and shouted, the clear dragon roared sound, flashed a red light, and came straight to Qi Chen.

The hairs exploded, Qi Chen didn't delay any longer, and rushed sideways towards the mountain, the sharp sound of breaking wind behind him, his eyes swept away, and the white-clothed monk didn't move at all, just looked at himself with a disdainful smile, as if he was looking at an ant.

The snake-like red dragon swept three feet to his side, Qi Chen struggled to sweep away with his long sword, the little dragon did not dodge, the long sword slashed, as if it met the air, without any obstruction, swept by.

In a daze, the red dragon flashed by, hit the ribs, a wisp of blood appeared at the corner of Qi Chen's mouth, and when he walked, he was about to grit his teeth and run out, his feet tightened, and the red dragon was like a long snake, swaying down his body, tightly binding Qi Chen's legs.

The gravel that hit all the way in the air flew wildly, the branches broke, rolled back, and fell to the ground.

The long and short swords fell around him scatteredly, Qi Chen pouted his buttocks, lying on the ground, panting, and his heart was in a hurry, he didn't expect this thing to be virtual and real, this time it was really planted.

The footsteps sounded in his ears, and he glanced at it, and saw the white-clothed monk walking step by step, Qi Chen struggled to turn over, looked at the red dragon with his ankles wrapped around twice, and struggled hard, but he seemed to be locked by a fine iron chain, and he couldn't break it at all.

A pair of white Buddha feet at his feet, with dense lines on his feet, Qi Chen stopped struggling, looked up at the two eyes with more bloody intent, and saw that he was not talking nonsense, the demon pestle was raised, driving a low tiger roar, and he was about to smash his head,

"Wait!"

Born with a loud roar, Qi Chen looked at the demon pestle that was frozen in the air, and he stopped talking nonsense, and shouted loudly,

"I also have a copy of the Great Day Nyorai Sutra. ”

Sure enough, people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, the Bodhisattva's law is already the top, and the Buddha's law is even more provocative, the flood of light in the eyes of the law flickered for a while, as if to distinguish the true from the false, looking at Qi Chen's pious eyes for a long time, and a low voice came,

"If the great day comes, is the scripture thick or thin?"

Eh, how do I know, I didn't dare to roll my eyes in a hurry, pulled the corners of my mouth, and shouted loudly,

"Thin!"

The red light in Napufa's eyes rose sharply, as if he was angry, and the demon pestle was raised high again, and it was slashed down.

As soon as his head was black, Qi Chen's heart was sad and regretful, it seemed to be thick.

"Thick! Thick! Thick!"

The demon pestle did not stop at all, and the leader whined and slammed into the wind.