In the dim room, a pale cyan hazy knife light suddenly lit up, hitting Dong Zhuo's chest, reflecting his fat and surprised face:

"Save ...... first"

Before the voice came out, it had been ruthlessly cut off by the sword light, and Lu Bu outside the hall noticed that something was wrong, and rushed in, but it was too late. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that Dong Zhuo was about to be cut in two, a jade pendant on his waist suddenly exploded, turning into a ball of clear light, enveloping Zhou's body and blocking the fatal blow.

The joy that had just floated on Dong Zhuo's fat face had not yet disappeared, and the light of the knife changed again.

The pale cyan light, divided into two, is clear and turbid, as if the heaven and earth have just opened, and they are united, and they are mixed, with a trace of great destruction and then repeating the mysterious atmosphere of opening up, which is the thirty-first picture of Lan Lan's comprehension: heaven and earth are combined.

As soon as this style came out, the knife rainbow was like breaking the leather, only a tremble, it cut through the clear light, and then cut, Dong Zhuo's whole person was cut in two, thrown far away, and the blood was splashed, and a gorgeous palace was dyed as a slaughterhouse, and the emperor was stunned.

The thief bowed his head, and a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the night sky, as if the sky was angry.

Lu Bu's eyes were red, his eyes were about to split, and he roared: "Cheap maid An dares to do this!" With a halberd to kill, Lan Lan was not afraid at all, and the sword met him, fighting together, and said with a smile: "The Taishi is dead, Wen Hou should not be angry, it is better to make plans early." ”

Lu Bu seemed to be deaf, but his complexion changed, as if he had some intention, and at this moment, a clear whistle came from mid-air:

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, who is changing the heavens?"

In the sound of the whistle, a Taoist priest fell from the sky, dressed in yellow and with a yellow crown, three feet of dust, and a long beard fluttering, and saw the two corpses that were still wriggling on the ground, and said happily: "It's not too late." "Shake off the dust, cooperate with the two sections of Dong Zhuo, take out a porcelain bottle, pour out some light yellow light powder at the broken place, give birth to many small tender red meat buds, keep spreading, Taoist priest saw this, happy in the shape, put Dong Zhuo as a five-hearted to the sky, around the cloth Bugang, the dust can't help waving, there are words in the mouth, gradually Dong Zhuo's chest and abdomen rise and fall, and the heart began to beat slightly, look at this scene, and then cast a spell for a while, it is really going to be a living dead.

The Taoist priest's actions are a long story, but the movements in his hands are extremely fast, it is only a short breath, Lu Bu has not made up his mind, Dong Zhuo has already improved, seeing this strange scene, Lu Bu struggled to count the halberd, stood up to Lan Lan, and shouted in his mouth: "Who is the immortal chief, can the master still be saved?"

The Taoist priest held the mantra and said, "Wen Hou stop this woman, and if you have half a moment of effort, the Taishi will be able to turn around alive." ”

When Lu Bu heard this, he didn't know whether he was happy or worried, his blue eyes flickered, he suddenly withdrew his sword, jumped out of the battle group, ignored the Taoist priest who suddenly killed, and smiled at Lu Bu: "Could it be that Wen Hou has been a son of man for a long time, and has already worn out all his ambitions?"

Lu Bu looked at Dong Zhuo, looked at Emperor Xian, his face changed several times, remembering the defeat on the way home, he suddenly bit his teeth, painted a halberd horizontally against Fang Tian, and protected the Taoist priest without saying a word.

"That's what makes it difficult for me!"

Lan Lan shook his head, sighed long, strolled forward, drew his knife and waved, the light cyan knife light flew up again, like a faint rainbow, divided into two, clear and turbid, and gathered, mixed and combined, and then enacted the image of heaven and earth, derived a trace of the true meaning of the avenue, everywhere he went, the painting halberd was shattered, and Lu Bu flew obliquely, revealing the Taoist priest and Dong Zhuo behind.

Lu Bu spurted blood from his mouth, staggered back, and stared at Lan Lan: "If it weren't for the previous defeat, I, Lu Buyan, would have lost at the hands of a cheap maid!"

"Lack of erection and conspiracy!"

Seeing this, the Taoist priest sighed, stopped his steps, shook off the dust, slapped his palm on Dong Zhuo's top, struck three palms in a row, and stood in front of him, saying: "Looking at the sword technique, it is quite Yin Yin True Meaning, almost has entered the Tao with martial arts, when the deep tomorrow machine is, why kill the people who kill the number of lives indiscriminately, do this unwise thing?"

Lan Lan tilted her head, blew the bluestone knife as thin as a cicada's wings, stared at this Taoist priest, remembered the video of the Yellow Turban Rebellion on the forum, suddenly realized, blinked her eyes, and asked curiously: "You are Zhang Jiao, a great sage and good teacher?"

The Taoist priest said: "The name of the poor Taoist is Zhang Jiao, but he doesn't dare to be the name of a great sage and good teacher." ”

"I really didn't expect this variable...... Zhang Jiao, a digger of the great Han gravedigger, the leader of the Yellow Turbans, and the great sage and good teacher, is secretly protecting Dong Zhuo!"

Lan Lan couldn't help but complain in her heart, and after looking at Dong Zhuo's complexion, she was not in a hurry, she only smiled: "Dong Zhuo can be killed by me, how can he be regarded as a person in the number of fates?

Zhang Jiao said: "The poor road has to be taught by Nanhua Shangzhen, and after watching the dry elephant for a long time, although Dong Zhuo's death is not a pity, he should not fall at this time, let alone lose in your hands." ”

Lan Lan shook her head and said, "The past cannot be changed, and the future cannot be determined. If the Taoist master relies on Taoism to forcibly disobey the principles of heaven, there will be retribution. ”

Zhang Jiao smiled: "Cultivators, how can you be afraid of retribution? Besides, the living dead are not within my power, this is just a puppet of Taoist wrestlers." ”

Emperor Xian suddenly stepped forward and said, "Dao Chang rescued this thief, do you want to poison the world again?"

Zhang Jiao faced the emperor of the Han family, raised his palm, and asked: "Poor Dao has seen Your Majesty. In the four hundred years of the Han Dynasty, the number of qi is about to run out, and what the poor Dao does is just to conform to the number of days. ”

Emperor Xian's face turned pale, and he muttered, "The great man's qi is about to run out?" and retreated again and again, and was supported by the ambush, so relieved.

Lan Lan took a step forward and said, "Dao Leader insists on this?"

Zhang Jiao sighed: "Under the sky, you and I are both ants. ”

Lan Lan was silent for a while, and said, "Please also ask Your Majesty to withdraw from this palace." When the emperor heard this, she knew that the war was about to start, so she bowed to Lan Lan, withdrew from the palace, and congratulated her silently.

Zhang Jiao said: "The knife technique is clever, and the imagery is subtle, but it is still not out of the realm of Taoism, so I can't help it." Let's retreat quickly!"

"If Taoism fails, what about Buddhism?"

Lan Lan smiled, stepped forward slightly, waved the knife and slashed, Qinghong rose again, still divided into two, but no longer the previous Yin and Yin meaning, but evolved into a Buddha statue, golden body and six, big ears, compassion and suffering, save suffering beings, a beautiful woman Ying Ying worshiped in front of the Buddha, prayed sincerely, sighed and asked:

The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to it?

The beauty sighs and lusts, and the compassion becomes empty.

Such as Laiqing, color and emptiness.

Who can understand the truth?

As soon as this move came out, Zhang Jiao's complexion changed indifferently, his left hand pinched the seal, and his right palm waved dust, raising a vast yellow light, running like the sky, facing this color empty blow.

Click!

True will clash, a slight sound, the gas engine shook, turned into a circle of concentric circles, violently shocked, everywhere went, the masonry became powder, the palace collapsed, startled a group of torches, rushed to the rescue.

The dust dispersed, Zhang Jiao's yellow crown fell, his cloak was scattered, he pulled out the seven-star magic sword at his waist, and reprimanded sharply: "The people who count indiscriminately are not dead yet!"

Lan Lan Zhou's armor was broken, the corners of his lips were bleeding, his body flickered, he swung his knife to attack, and laughed: "Dao Chang is in a hurry!"