"Huangkou Xiao'er, if you say that Ghost Li's hand is still there, maybe you still have a few chances of winning, now-heh." Lingcheng laughed loudly, raised his knife and pointed directly at Yan Fengyun: "The poor monk wants to kill you, one move is enough." ”

"Then give it a try." In the face of Lingcheng's contempt, Yan Fengyun immediately returned the color, he raised his internal strength in the dantian, and condensed his true qi on his palms, just in an instant, the explosive power shattered his sleeves, and a thunderous dragon roar began to slowly sound around him.

Lingcheng squinted his eyes and put away a little contempt: "The old beggar of the beggar gang really looks up to you, and he really taught you this magic skill." Yan Fengyun gritted his teeth, forcibly endured the pain of tearing and squeezed all the internal force in his body out little by little, a series of thunderbolts snorted on his arms, and a pale dragon shadow slowly formed.

As Yan Fengyun snapped, a flash of golden light slowly poured out from his palm, and the illusory broken white dragon turned into a golden dragon that roared and tore through the air in an instant.

Yan Fengyun's arms rotated like a windmill, so that the golden dragon was wrapped around him, accompanied by the roar of the thunder dragon, he smashed the ground under his feet with one foot, and the whole person popped out like a cannonball, and at the same time, his palms slammed towards the Lingcheng monk-

"Kanglong has regrets!" Lingcheng took a deep breath, holding the blood knife in both hands, the furious knife tore open the ground, the shattered earth was like an open gate to hell, and the screaming sound of ten thousand ghosts almost pierced the eardrums, he met the golden dragon from the bottom up, and in a moment, the flying sand and rocks seemed to drown this world.

"Give me death!" The blood knife collided with the dragon descending palm, only to see that the quenching blade sank into the golden dragon body inch by inch, and in an instant, it seemed that he could hear the wailing sound of the golden dragon, Yan Fengyun spurted out a mouthful of blood, but in the end, he still held his palms and roared loudly: "Miss Gu! ”

"Lingcheng, suffer death!" Gu Zijing threw out the flying sword and shook Lingcheng's eyes, and his body floated behind him like a ghost, and then he slapped a palm on the other party's back.

But just as Gu Zijing's palm fell, he actually heard the trembling sound of Jin Tie screaming from Lingcheng's body, Yan Fengyun looked up in shock, only to see that the monk's whole body was covered with a copper color like gold.

"Could this be Shaolin's King Kong is not bad?!" Yan Fengyun gritted his teeth and said.

"Hmph, you think you're a smart guy, do you think the poor monk can only use this knife technique?" Monk Lingcheng laughed proudly, he could already foresee that Yan Fengyun would die of exhaustion, and then Gu Zijing would not be his opponent, this time, he won!

In Lingcheng's laughter, she only heard Yan Fengyun's unwilling roar, but she didn't see a trace of disdain flashing in Gu Zijing's eyes, and at the moment when the white rainbow's palm power fell, she changed her moves.

"Boy, if you want to blame it, you picked the wrong opponent, poor monk-" Lingcheng's voice suddenly froze, and he saw that Yan Fengyun's golden dragon, which was almost cut off by his own blood knife, seemed to have been reborn from the fire, and once again let out a dragon groan that made people's hearts tremble.

"How is that possible, why do you still have the strength...... Wrong! "Lingcheng finally found out, it's not that Yan Fengyun has returned to the light, but that his knife has become weaker!

It was as if a hole had been broken in a balloon, and his internal force was constantly being sucked away, and the person who was doing something to him like a rat was Gu Zijing, who had just slapped him.

"Y-what kind of demon are you?!" Lingcheng turned his head with difficulty to look at Gu Zijing behind him, and the horror in his tone couldn't be hidden.

That trace of blood light true qi was drained away by Gu Zijing, causing her face to be dyed with an unnatural flush, only to hear her sneer: "Lonely and unheard, since you know that I am a disciple of the Freedom Sect, you still despise me like this, today I will let you see what martial arts are under the frog at the bottom of the well!" ”

"Damn it!" Ling Cheng roared angrily, he could clearly feel that his dantian seemed to be inserted into a tube, the feeling of internal force being drained was really terrifying, it was just a moment of effort, and the blood knife that still had the upper hand was like a candle in the wind at this moment, as if a gust of wind could blow it out.

"Heh, the taste of taking away all the internal force is very uncomfortable, right?" Gu Zijing endured the discomfort and said coldly: "Since this is the case, then I will return it to you!" As the words fell, Gu Zijing quickly retrograde his internal strength, and knocked all the internal force that had just been withdrawn back into Lingcheng's body, and a mixture of true qi suddenly crashed into Lingcheng's body, making his internal organs feel as if they were on fire.

"Ah——!h Ling Cheng screamed in pain, the blood knife was finally invincible to the golden dragon, and the copper color on his skin also faded in an instant, Yan Fengyun and Gu Zijing beat him one after the other to almost explode to death.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Yangtian, and Lingcheng grabbed Gu Zijing behind him with his last strength, and threw her onto Yan Fengyun's body, and the two collided together and retreated.

And Lingcheng himself was lying on the ground with big characters, and he had almost lost all his strength to resist. Gu Zijing is also uncomfortable, her Northern Spiritual Skills are not proficient, and today's crazy operation is already a bit hurtful to others and herself, but Yan Fengyun's situation at this time is barely passable, after all, he is just running out of true qi and is a little out of strength.

"Miss Gu, are you okay?" Yan Fengyun worriedly supported Gu Zijing. There was a fine sweat on Gu Zijing's forehead, and there was really something wrong with the blood-colored true qi she had inhaled, which had already affected her mind, and even her body couldn't stop getting hot, as if she was about to go mad.

However, she still held on to Yan Fengyun and said, "Be careful, it's not over yet!" ”

"What?" After hearing this, Yan Fengyun looked towards Monk Lingcheng in surprise. Although Lingcheng has fallen, there is another person here at this moment.

"Senior brother, don't use your true qi again, otherwise there will be no medicine and no doctor, and you will only have a dead end." A kind monk leaned over Lingcheng's side and sealed Lingcheng's whole body meridians with a few fingers, and then he got up and said Amitabha.

"Who are you?" Yan Fengyun asked. The monk clasped his hands together and said lightly: "The poor monk Lotus Temple cultivator, Ling Yi, I have seen two donors, Lingcheng has caused trouble to a few people, and the poor monk apologizes for him here." ”

"Hmph, less hypocrisy." Gu Zijing tugged at the corners of her mouth, and said with her eyes: "Your junior brother has done these crazy things, but you have turned a blind eye, I think you should be here to clean up the mess for him at this moment, but I said ugly things ahead, you want to kill us, but it's not so simple." Ling Yi was silent, Gu Zijing sneered: "This time, when I came, I had already left a letter with Uncle Beiming, if he can't see me go back safely, he will definitely come to investigate, and then your small temple may not be able to stop the anger of the Loose Sect!" Although Gu Zijing said sonorously and forcefully, in Ling Yi's opinion, he was somewhat lacking in confidence, and the other party had reached the end of his rope, but after he thought about it carefully, his raised eyes sank again.

The Xiaoyao faction is indeed not easy to provoke, and the Northern Immortal is not good at stubble, this strange Taoist priest only won the Divine Weapon Heavenly Opportunity in the Sword Casting Villa not long ago, and it is the limelight at this moment, if he attacks Gu Zijing now, it will inevitably provoke this strong enemy.

"Amitabha." Monk Lingyi sighed, then picked up Lingcheng on the ground, turned around and left without saying anything.