The six-vein divine sword has a total of six ways of swordsmanship, and Kurong Zen Master majored in the thumb Shaoshang sword, and he has a deep experience, but now when he sees Mo Qingge's earth-shattering Shaoshang sword, which even the world wants to open suddenly, he can't help but be stunned and speechless, and his mood is almost unstable.

The horror in Gu Mozhi's heart is more than that of Kurong Zen Master, and the Shaoshang Sword prompted by Kurong Zen Master is a sword qi with a yang finger force, although it is also fierce and fierce, but it is far less than the invincible and terrifying sword qi of the other party.

He fired seventy-seven or forty swords in a row, and he barely countered the opponent's sword qi, and its horror can be seen from this.

In addition to palpitations, Gu Mozhi couldn't help but secretly wonder: Why is the same Shaoshang Sword Qi, but the gap between the two is so big?

If Mo Qingge knew the doubts in Gu Mozhi's heart, he would only smile, he turned into sword qi with the breaking finger power of being good at attacking and destroying defenses, and then supplemented by the word "crack", if this is the case, it can't go beyond the Kurong Zen Master, then he can really find a brick and slap his head and commit suicide.

After eating badly, seeing that it was hard to come, Gu Mozhi's eyes flashed, and a kind smile appeared on his face, Wen Yan said: "This layman, the little monk is the Tubo national teacher Gu Mozhi......"

As soon as Gu Mozhi finished reporting his identity and name, and before he could shake out the following words, he saw Mo Qingge stretching out his finger and tapping at him again and again.

A series of ingenious and flexible Shangyang sword qi, like a tail of carp swimming out, regard heaven and earth as rivers and seas, wanton churning and leaping, towards Gu Mozhi outflanked, its trajectory is subtle, almost close to heaven and earth, can not be described with words and ink.

The figure fell backwards like a gale, his hands poked out of his sleeves at the same time, and his ten fingers flipped like a wheel, and the finger power like a storm swept out in an instant.

Sneer......

The sharp roar in the air continued to sound, and Gu Mozhi's proud sharp finger power, under the sword qi of Shang Yang, was like snow meeting the rising sun, quickly dissolving and disintegrating, even if he withdrew in time, but Gu Mozhi was still scratched by several sword qi, and a bright yellow monk's robe also turned into a beggar's outfit in a moment, in tatters.

Secretly bitter in his heart, his greed for the six-vein divine sword was extinguished in an instant, and Gu Mozhi just wanted to leave here as soon as possible at the moment, otherwise the six-vein divine sword would not be in his hands, and he might still be able to leave his life here.

"The national teacher has been chasing for so long, it can be said that he is enthusiastic, and it just so happens that he has heard the profound Buddhism of the national teacher for a long time, and he has admired it for a long time. ”

The faint voice had just entered his ears, and Gu Mozhi saw a flower in front of him, only to see a white figure flash out of thin air like a ghost.

Seeing this, Gu Mozhi didn't want to think about it, so he was about to retreat quickly, but Mo Qingge, who had his little idea of not being able to do anything, could he let him get away easily?

The right hand is gently wrapped in the air!

The starting hand in the "Nine Heavens Moon Hand", if you want to go to the blue sky and catch the bright moon, you have been given by Mo Qingge.

Kumachi, who was flying backwards, was alarmed in his heart, and his eyes showed a thick look of surprise, he was obviously retreating backwards, but for some reason, there was a strange illusion of moving forward, to be precise, it was the entire space that drove him forward.

A hand as a crystal of jade seemed to cross the distance of time and space, and clasped upside down on his wrist like lightning, Gu Mozhi was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly urged the true qi in his body, wanting to break free from Mo Qingge's fingers.

But before he had time to boost his luck, a true qi from yin to cold had been poured into his body first, and Gu Mozhi was like falling into an ice cave in an instant, although there was nothing unusual about his appearance, but his whole body was frozen like ice, and he couldn't move at all, leaving only a pair of eyes gurgling around.

"Bold thief, are you going to be an enemy of the Dali Duan Clan, why don't you leave the Six-Vein Divine Sword Sutra behind!"

The corners of Mo Qingge's mouth grinned, and he slammed the pine tree under his feet, and the pine tree several feet high trembled suddenly, and the pine needles fell off, but they did not fall vertically, but floated upward.

The sleeves of the coat were rolled, and between the majestic qi flowing, all the pine needles converged forward, turning into a flying dragon several feet long and biting towards Zen Master Kurong and others.

Under the impetus of Mo Qingge's energy, each pine needle is no less than an arrow flying, and the sound of "Xiuxiu" in the air is amazing.

The strong wind blew on the face, and the Kurong Zen Master was shocked, and his heart was like a rhino at the same time, and he turned into a high wall, lying in front of him.

"The Humble House Temple is small, and it is quite reluctant to accommodate a big Buddha of the national teacher, so a few masters don't have to come over to join in the fun, and if there is something to do, there is no need to send it far!"

After the Kurong Zen Master blocked countless pine needles with their palms, they looked around, but Mo Qingge's figure was long gone, and only the sound came from the sky!

"Uncle Shi, this ......" Ben Yin looked at Zen Master Kurong with a heavy face.

There was no expression on Zen Master Kurong's half-withered face, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, "Let's go back to the temple first." ”

When Ben Xiang heard this, he couldn't help but hurriedly say: "But that person took away the Six-Vein Divine Sword Sutra, if this matter spreads, how can I have the face of Tianlong Temple? Besides, the Six-Vein Divine Sword is my Duan family's peerless learning, and it is exposed, if it is not recovered in time, won't it make the ancestors not be at peace under the Nine Springs?"

Ku Rongchan finally smiled bitterly, and sighed: "That person's martial arts have reached the realm of ghosts and gods, what can I do even if I catch up? I can only give my life in vain, and this matter needs to be considered in the long run!"

A Tubo national teacher Gu Mozhi alone has made them helpless, in vain, and the mysterious white-clothed young man captured Gu Mozhi between three moves and two styles, like a master like Gu Mozhi, the difficulty of capturing alive is far more difficult than killing I don't know how much.

When did such a master emerge in the rivers and lakes? I don't even know at all.

There is not only Kurong Zen Master who sighs like this, but also Gu Mozhi who has been captured by Mo Qingge, although Gu Mozhi can't move now, but his eyes can turn, and his brain can still move.

Before coming to Dali, he not only had a detailed understanding of the monks and lay masters of the Duan clan in Dali, but also had a certain understanding of the martial arts people who were highly respected and skilled in martial arts in the Central Plains.

The brain quickly filtered it, but no one's martial arts physiognomy characteristics echoed this person, and this person's martial arts must not be unknown and nameless!

After thinking hard to no avail, Kumachi had to think of a way to get out.

All the way to the north, it didn't take long for Mo Qingge to come to an official road, there was a carriage parked on the official road, Mo Qingge fell next to the carriage, and after relieving the restrictions of Gu Mozhi, he gave a piece of gold to the groom, and said: "The car stays, you can go." ”

The horseman took the gold, glanced at Mo Qingge, didn't say anything, and after thanking him, he left.

Gu Mozhi, who had seen Mo Qingge's light skills, did not make such an unwise move as running away, but restrained his expression, changed into the appearance of a monk who had attained the Tao, and saluted and said: "If the layman wants to talk about Buddhism with the little monk......

Before he finished speaking, he saw Mo Qingge throwing a horsewhip in front of him, and said with a light smile: "The groom has been sent away, and in the next few days, the work of this groom will be done by you, the master!"

The corners of Gu Mozhi's mouth twitched slightly, and the anger in his heart rushed straight up, Tubo and Dali are the same, the whole country worships Buddhism, he Jiumo Zhigui is the national teacher of Tubo, and in the eyes of the common people, he is no different from the living Buddha, even the lord of Tubo is courteous to him, how can he ever be so despised ?

Self-holding identity, Gu Mozhi refused at first, but after a stick of incense, the meaningless face project has been completely abandoned by Gu Mozhi, and the solemn face of the treasure has long been absent from the affinity smile of the past, replaced by a bitter and hateful expression of Gu Mozhi, waving the horse whip in his hand, and honestly driving the carriage.

In the carriage, Mo Qingge flipped through the "Thirty-six Dragons Beckoning" on his lap, and just got Xiao Wuxianggong and the Flame Knife from Gu Mozhi.

In fact, Murong Bo also had the secret book of the Flame Knife, but Mo Qingge was negligent for a while, and he actually forgot about it, and could only sigh secretly, "A wise man has a thousand thoughts, and there must be a mistake." ”

Mu Wanqing glanced out the window, turned her head and asked softly, "Mo Lang, who is that big monk outside?"

Mo Qingge didn't raise his head, a playful smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he replied in a calm tone: "He, his name is Gu Mozhi, he used to be the national teacher of the Tubo Kingdom, and now, he has changed his career to be our groom!"

Mu Wanqing opened her red mouth in surprise, and her surprise was unspeakable.

Outside the car, Hatomochi's face was extremely ugly, and a "click" came from his hand, and the wooden handle of the horsewhip shattered into slag.