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Compared with Shangguan Xianchen's earth-shattering ghost and god's shot, the battle between Murong Yan and the master of King Kong Temple, Bamu, was calm.

Murong Yan changed to a long knife made of King Kong with a whole body, not to mention how sharp it was, the only characteristic was that it was strong, and it was not much better than the pure golden body of Buddhism. And the eight eyes are to fight the enemy with bare hands, the reason why there is the word King Kong in the name of the King Kong Temple, it is precisely because the monks of this vein rarely practice Buddhism, the law and other magical means, focusing on the physical golden body, its incorruptible golden body and the undefeated golden body of the ancestral court of Buddhism, the immovable golden body of the Molun Temple, and the immortal golden body of the demon gate, and called the four golden bodies.

The six faces are the eight-eyed apprentices, the appearance of the master and apprentice can be said to be in the same vein, both are ugly, and the eight eyes are extremely tall and thin, like skin and bones, wearing sleeveless monk's robes, oblique robes, and the exposed arms and faces are showing a dark golden color.

Strictly speaking, this is the first time Murong Yan and Bamu have met, one of the two is in Houjian in the northeast, and Baozhu has lived in the southwest for a long time, and there is a whole world in between, if it weren't for this battle of Dingding, the two would probably not have any intersection in their lives.

Murong Yan's body was like a ghost, and he slashed at the head of the eight eyes, the sword aura was immense, and the sword was a hundred zhang long.

Eight eyes did not dodge, and carried the knife with his own body.

Hachime's figure shook slightly, then folded his hands, and completely became motionless like a mountain, only stepping on a large crack under his feet.

A knife was useless, Murong Yan retreated back for hundreds of zhang, whispered a good word, and then slashed out horizontally like a knife that swept the heavens and the earth.

This knife easily crossed a distance of hundreds of zhang, dividing the heavens and the earth into two, and the clouds and qi in the sky were fragmented and turbid.

Eight eyes and ten bowed their heads, still not dodging, using their own flesh and blood to block this knife.

The incorruptible golden body of the King Kong Temple, as the name suggests, even if he dies, the golden body is still not broken or broken, and it is immortal for thousands of years, so the monks of the King Kong Temple do not leave relics like Buddhism after they sit down, but leave a golden body remains, the face is lifelike, and the same as before death.

Since Bamu can rank among the top ten people on the Heavenly Machine List with his incorruptible golden body, his golden body naturally cannot be taken lightly, Murong Yan's sword, whether it is knife intent or knife qi, can be called the peak, but it is far from the point of going all out to attack, and it is naturally not enough to break his golden body.

Sure enough, this mighty knife returned again in vain, leaving only a deep ravine half a mile long in the ground.

Murong Yan's face was solemn, and he slashed in front of him.

Bamu began to stride forward, and said loudly: "Murong Yan, the poor monk is about to cross the river to the Jiangbei camp, and before that, you have three more chances to make a sword." ”

Murong Yan said in a deep voice: "You don't need three knives, one knife is enough." ”

Hachime didn't reply and went straight ahead.

Of course, his purpose was not to fight with Murong Yan, but to enter the Jiangbei camp and see what Xiao Yu was doing for Fu Chen, if possible, it would be even better to intervene in Xiao Yu's scheme.

What Murong Yan had to do was much simpler, stop Bamu, that's all.

Now the position of the two of them is not far from the river that separates the world into north and south, and they can even vaguely feel the faint humidity in the air.

After Murong Yan raised his sword for the third time, the originally calm Dajiang suddenly began to roar like an angry Jiao that had been touched against the scales.

Yamu stopped and turned his head to look at the general of Hou Jian, with a slightly solemn expression on his face.

Murong Yan looked at the surging river and remembered the scene when she was a child for no reason.

At that time, he did not live in the ice and snow, but in the country facing the sea.

Of course, at that time, he didn't have today's Xuan He identity, let alone today's high cultivation, he was just an insignificant child of the Murong family.

Except for his deceased mother, no one cares whether he lives or dies, and no one cares what he wants.

Everyone is concerned about the eldest son of the Murong family, the future head of the family, Murong Yuan. So that no one knows who Murong Yan is, and people who don't know the inside story will think it's a girl. It was at that time that Murong Yan developed a habit that when introducing herself to outsiders, she would always say that my name was Murong Yan, Yan of the Great Yan Kingdom.

Dayan is the country built by Emperor Murong Feng, the ancestor of the Murong clan.

When his father gave him this name, it was not because he pinned his hopes on the unattainable in this life. It is precisely because of this that after Murong Yan became an adult, he resolutely left the transcendent Murong family and came to Houjian alone.

Murong Yan held the knife in both hands and said slowly: "My name is Murong Yan, Yan of the Great Yan Kingdom. ”

This knife is called Dayan.

This knife is surging.

A huge sword light with a slight arc appeared above the canopy, nearly a thousand feet long, almost splitting the entire sky in two.

The next scene can be called shocking.

The original roaring river water was really like a dragon, soaring into the air, and a blank space of nearly a thousand zhang appeared in the course of the river, revealing the riverbed that had been hidden deep under the river surface for an unknown number of years.

The river that left the river was like a water dragon, hovering above the canopy, and finally turned into a sword, which crossed with the previous one, forming a "乂" character that traversed the entire canopy.

This is Murong Dayan, and it is also his last sword.

This knife can be called the pinnacle of the world, which is enough to make others who are also in the realm of freedom breathtaking.

Murong Yan let out a loud shout and took a step forward.

Hachime sat cross-legged on the spot, his palms slowly folded.

The gloomy color of Zhou's body faded away, and it glowed with the purest golden color.

The golden Buddha light overflowed, and even the monk's robe and robe on his body were dyed with a layer of gold, which merged with the entire body.

The eight eyes are like a big Buddha sitting in the world, shaping a golden body.

At this time, all the clouds in the sky dispersed, and a round of blazing sun sprinkled through two swords and fell on Hachime's body.

The whole body is glazed, and the golden body is bright.

Murong Yan began to run, step by step he was on the ground, and there was a momentum of ten thousand troops charging.

The two huge sword qi in the sky also pressed down, and the canopy was like a piece of brocade, which was instantly torn apart under the two knife qi that crossed like scissors.

Murong Yan pressed down with a knife.

The monk's golden light shrank suddenly, and began to shake uneasily.

After a moment of stalemate between the two, a sound as if the cloth was torn suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

The next moment, the canopy really shattered.

Murong Yan's blade slashed at the center of Bame's eyebrows.

With the knife falling as the center, a crack slowly cracked, and the golden light shone brightly.

Golden blood kept flowing from the cracks.

The golden body of the eight eyes was slashed by Murong Yan with a single sword.