Updated: 2012-10-157:18:00

Choosing to step into the red dust, Zhenpilu who walked out of the temple of Prajna had no sadness or joy, calm and peaceful. (7*24 hours uninterrupted update pure txt hand-typed novel)

Faced with the amusement of hearing the sound of Cangyue, he just said loudly: "Please put down the butcher's knife and let go of the people in the world." ”

As this voice came out, a big bell formed in the yellow sand around him, and every syllable turned into the sound of this big bell, and it struck the crimson flying sword with great power.

Countless yellow sand rubbed against the sword body, rubbing out countless rose-red sparks.

"Let the world go?"

The corners of Cangyue's mouth were slightly upturned, he knew that the cultivators of the Praruo Temple could say this, which meant that the Praruo Temple had also given him a very high evaluation, he was a little proud, but his eyes became more resolute, but he asked sarcastically: "If you are not an enemy of this world, what is the meaning of a person like me being born in this world?"

As he spoke, the red glow on his flying sword burst out, and all the yellow sand and the invisible bell in the air were all shattered, and the space seemed to stand still, and everything was suspended in the air.

In the eyes of ordinary cultivators, the Saint Master Rank cultivators who are given the word "holy" are already unimaginable and incomprehensible existences, and the confrontation between them is even difficult for ordinary cultivators to understand.

It's just that at this moment, everything seems to be condensed and still, so that everyone in the Tang Tibetan team in the rear can see that Zhen Pilu and Wenren Cangyue are temporarily in a stalemate.

However, Wen Ren's iron-like body continued to move forward.

Step by step, he walked towards Zhenpilu, and with each step he took closer, the more powerful his momentum became.

After only three steps, the still space is broken.

All the yellow sand and invisible energy were all rolled upside down and blew on Zhenpilu's body.

In just an instant, Zhenpilu's entire body was covered with yellow sand, turning into a sand man, and even the huge Zen staff in his hand was covered with thick yellow sand, and the yellow sand even seemed to penetrate into it. send

Wen Ren Cangyue continued to move forward.

The cyan clothes on his body had also been pressed straight by the invisible vitality, pressed as hard as iron, and the corners and folds of his clothes even looked like sharp blades.

In the distance, in the rear, everyone in the Tang Zang team completely changed their faces.

Among the runes on the body of the crimson flying sword that heard the moon, a terrifying streamer of light visible to the naked eye had been spewed out, and the entire flying sword was no longer like a weapon in this world at all.

There are also cultivators in this Tang Tibetan team, and some people have seen the flying sword of the holy master, but no one has ever seen or thought that there can be such a holy master in this world, who can concentrate such power into the flying sword, and can make the power of the flying sword so strong. The vast majority of them have only heard of the power of Wenren Cangyue, and in the hearts of their Tang Tibetan people before, the strongest person in the world is naturally from the Panruo Temple, but when they see Wenren Cangyue today, they know that these inherent thoughts in their minds before are all wrong.

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Seeing that Zhenpilu's body and the Zen staff in his hand were all suppressed by countless yellow sands, the flying sword with terrifying power was about to pierce Zhenpilu's heart.

At this moment, the golden beads on Chenpilu's chest levitated and began to rotate around his body.

"Click!"

Just in an instant, the tip of the sword carried a terrifying power, and in an inch of space, I don't know how many times it collided with one of the golden Buddha beads.

The child's fist-sized bead shook violently and weighed heavily on Zhenpilu's chest.

The thick yellow sand shell on Zhenpilu's body shattered, and pieces fell down.

Each piece of yellow sand that fell off was pressed tighter and harder than ceramic, and even shone with a luster like crystal and gold and iron.

"Dang!"

The golden Zen staff in Zhenpilu's hand knocked out, and once again struck the flying sword of Wenren Cangyue's body with unmistakable accuracy. send

Wenren Cangyue's brows trembled slightly, but his body was still like iron, and his steps forward still did not pause at all.

His body seemed to suddenly become hundreds of times heavier, and when he stepped on the ground, his body crossed the distance of more than ten meters again, the sand between him and Zhenpilu throbbed violently, and the power on his flying sword strengthened again.

"Whew!"

A trail of blood burst out from Zhenpiru's body.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone in the Tang Tibetan team in the distance, Wen Ren Cangyue's flying sword was cut into the edge of the huge Buddha bead that swirled around Zhen Pilu, and a wound was brought out on Zhen Pilu's left shoulder, but the fact is that at this moment, the battle between the two sides has exceeded the limit of their reaction, just in an instant, the Buddha bead and the sword body have hit each other I don't know how many times, but the final result is that the flying sword was not shocked and forcibly cut in.

Blood flew out, but Zhen Pilu's face was still sad and joyless, and he began to walk forward step by step, towards Wenren Cangyue.

All the yellow sand that was approaching him was swept out by the converging force on his body, and a huge yellow sand lotus formed outside his body.

Wen Ren Cangyue's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, his footsteps stopped, from the beginning of walking out of the sand dunes to the present, like General Wen Ren who was carrying thousands of troops and horses, his figure stopped for the first time.

However, his flying sword did not pause in the slightest.

In a duel of his level with Zhenpilu, the time that passed seemed to be stretched, and each breath seemed to become longer than usual.

It's a scene that is unimaginable to anyone who hasn't seen it with their own eyes.

The crimson flying sword completely turned into thousands of streamers piercing Zhen Pilu's body, the blade, the sword body, and even the hilt of the sword and the hard and clumsy Buddha beads and Zen staff kept colliding, and countless golden sparks kept clustering outside Zhen Pilu's body, like the lotus stamen in the huge sand lotus.

In an instant, there were countless cuts in the bronze Zen robe on Zhenpilu's body, and blood kept oozing from these wounds, making him a bloody man.

However, the expression on Zhenpilu's face was still very calm and peaceful, still without sadness or joy, as if he had incarnated into a stone Buddha, and continued to approach the moon of Wenren.

Wenren Cangyue's brows furrowed deeply, he moved, did not move forward, but began to retreat.

For some reason, at this time, it was just that he began to retreat, and all the people in the Tang Tibetan team suddenly boiled with enthusiasm, and all of them had a feeling that they couldn't help but shout.

Hearing this, Cangyue began to retreat, but Zhenpilu still advanced.

Wenren Cangyue's eyes narrowed slightly, and it was only at this time that he discovered that this born cultivator of the Prajna Temple had always retained some strength before, and the other party's advance at this moment was even faster than his retreat.

In just a moment, Jinpiru was already in front of him.

A huge yellow sand lotus enveloped him in it.

"Whew!"

The golden staff in his hand struck him on the head.

At this moment, the golden Zen staff in Zhenpilu's hand emitted a thousand feet of Buddha light.

The faint golden Buddha light filled the sky and the earth.

All the elders in the Tang Tibetan team in the distance behind them trembled in an instant, and they couldn't help but kneel on the ground, because decades ago, when the holy woman of the Prajna Temple was praying for rain, such a light appeared in the quicksand city, and this kind of light brought all the Tang Tibetans light and hope, and they did not hesitate to pay and sacrifice themselves.

Wen Ren's eyes narrowed even tighter, and even his red lips were tightly pursed into a red line.

His body was now pressed down, unable to dodge the staff.

But his body was still as calm as iron, and with a low shout, his hands were clamped, just with the momentum of his palms, just like worshipping the Buddha, he actually clamped this staff in his palm.

The pure Buddha light was like a flame, and the skin of his palm instantly made a zizi sound, and the flesh and blood in his palm were charred and fell off, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

"Boom!"

The heaven and earth outside him and Zhenpilu seemed to have an invisible giant hammer struck, and a circle of sand waves rose into the sky, as if with the two of them as the center, forming a yellow tornado.

Hearing this, Cangyue's face was slightly pale, because the sand under his feet was all shaken into the air, and at this moment he and Zhenpilu were suspended in the air, "Snort!" His arms and back were in severe pain, and the clothes on his back were all torn apart by the violent throbbing of his muscles.

"The people of the Prajna Temple are really strong enough for me to imagine, but you are still not my opponent. ”

Wen Ren Cangyue's bloody hands were still holding the Zen staff that emitted the light of the Buddha, the look on his face was still very resolute and indifferent, and the cold voice came out of his mouth clearly.

"You can kill me, I can hurt you so much that you can't get out of Biluoling. ”

Zhen Pilu looked at Wenren Cangyue and said this sentence directly and simply.

Hearing this, Cangyue groaned.

In this kind of battle situation, in this stalemate, he was really able to groan, really groaned for a while, and then he made a decision.

He let go, and his flying sword was no longer entangled with the beads of Zhenpilu, and flew into his hand.

A puff of yellow sand exploded from under him, and his whole person fell backwards, submerged into the yellow sand, and then his whole person turned in the air, spraying all the power out of his feet, and ejecting his body like a meteorite, again and again, and leaving.

Jinpiru did not pursue.

The great battle between him and the incarnate practitioner of Pranya Temple ended with his real retreat.

The wound he suffered was much smaller than that of Zhenpilu, but he couldn't kill Zhenpilu, he couldn't kill Gu Xinyin... Moreover, although the injuries he suffered at the moment were much smaller than those of Zhenpilu, they were enough to affect his strength to a certain extent, which could have many unknowable effects on the next things.

So this battle, although it was still very interesting and interesting for him, he lost.

He calculated that there were countless possibilities, originally even if there was no Gu Xinyin in this team, it could not be regarded as his defeat, he would still have many next means, but he did not expect that such a powerful cultivator from the Prajna Temple would appear, allowing him to suffer an irreparable injury for a while.

Even if the figure when he left at this moment was as strong as a mountain, even if he was not discouraged in the slightest, but the battle between him and the world was cast a little ominous shadow at the beginning, so although he was so strong that he still found this battle interesting and interesting at this time, but his heart was also slightly cold at the same time.