"Bell~Bell......"

"Tiannanli comes to the north and goes to the wilderness~ Ah Lang walked to Tianya Mountain~ Looking for the mountains and seas and nowhere to find it~ Where is the old lady ......"

The desolate melody still echoes under the poplar tree, but the tragedy and embarrassment of seeing off the strong man have become a flat and straightforward narrative without interest.

Mr. Storyteller hugged Sanxian, looked at Bian Yuanlie, who was still looking at death as home, and walked back step by step, and inevitably muttered in his heart: The white blind old man's blood was boiling for a long time, and he thought it was vigorous......

Night Terror Hall stood in place with the dragon spear in his hand, and after Bian Yuanlie walked away, he looked into the depths of the desert.

Li Si and the others, who fled at first, ran a long way away, and looked back at the results of the battle on the top of a sand dune; found that Bian Yuanlie retreated after two strokes, and even if he rushed down the sand dune, he disappeared.

Seeing this, the Night Terror Hall naturally didn't rush to kill it, turned around and walked towards the waiting Ben Ben and the others, preparing to continue studying the stone tablet.

A few girls and even the black ya's hands saw that Bian Yuanlie was generous to die first, but immediately scratched his head and left, obviously a little unclear.

The Empress Dowager stood beside Dongfang Liren and asked in a low voice:

"What did the Night Terror Hall just dig for? Why did the old man leave without saying a word? ”

Dongfang didn't know about it, but he was just thinking about Fang Cai's 'sound' move, why the Night Terror Hall didn't teach her.

And Luo Ning, as the wife of the sect leader, guessed what the Night Terror Hall took out, her eyes were a little strange, and she wanted to lean into Sanniang's ear to say a few words.

But before the words could be spoken, there was a sound behind the sand dunes in the distance, and then Luo Ning's face was shocked!

Step, step......

Bian Yuanlie had just walked under the poplar tree, and he wanted to pick up the wine jug to suppress the shock, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that a monk appeared behind the sand dunes behind.

The monk looked more than fifty years old, wearing a yellow-brown monk's robe, with nine scars on the top of his head, and kept looking at Luo Ning in the distance while walking.

"Zou Quanming!"

In the silent sea of sand, a poignant rebuke suddenly sounded!

Everyone turned their heads to look, but saw Luo Ning, who had always been cold and quiet, her eyes had turned blood-red because of grief and anger, and the whole person was like an enraged leopard, pulling out the crying sword on her waist and flying forward, but she was chased by Sanniang, who was quick-eyed, and hugged her:

"Ning'er! You ......"

Luo Ning may have shown hysteria for the first time, and pointed at the monk in the distance with a three-foot Qingfeng, and said angrily:

"You white-eyed wolf, return my father! ……”

The words were mixed with monstrous hatred, and it made people's hearts palpitate when they heard it.

Seeing this, Night Terror Hall naturally frowned, turned around with the dragon spear, and looked at the monk not far away:

"You are Zou Quanming, the senior brother of Tanglin Villa?"

The monk who knelt down facing Jiangzhou looked surprisingly calm, but bowed slightly:

"The poor monk is enlightened, and he is also Zou Quanming, who killed his teacher's family back then."

"What else do you have to say?"

Zou Quanming shook his head and didn't say anything, after all, everyone in Jiangzhou knew about him.

Zou Quanming was born shortly after the founding of the Great Wei Dynasty, and like most children who experienced national disasters, his parents were poor to make ends meet, and at the age of four or five, he began to follow his mother and scrape fish scales at the Tanglin Wharf to make a living.

At that time, the entire Tanglin Wharf was the industry of the famous Luo family in Jiangzhou, and the owner of the village participated in the Jianghu banquet and returned by boat, saw him at the wharf, and felt that he was skilled in scraping fish scales, and was a seedling of martial arts, so he asked him if he was willing to practice martial arts.

Zou Quanming didn't know what 'master and apprentice' meant at that time, but he just watched the knights in the rivers and lakes come and go in beautiful clothes every day, and he was very envious of such days, so he agreed.

Later, Zou Quanming did not let the owner of Luo Zhuang go, and even exceeded the expectations of Tanglin Villa.

At the age of sixteen, Zou Quanming integrated all the outer martial arts, was promoted to the heir, and became the elder brother of Tanglin Villa; At the age of eighteen, he was ranked as a grandmaster, and in the eyes of Jiangzhou people, he was almost the heir of Tanglin Villa.

The owner of Luo Zhuang regarded him as his own, and the master even considered marrying his daughter to him.

Zou Quanming respects his master and sister very much, and is also very polite to his sister, and is willing to follow the arrangement step by step, marry a wife, have children, and take care of the industry, until one day the master retreats behind the scenes, inherits the position of the head, and makes Tanglin Villa famous under his leadership.

But it's a pity that the owner of Luo Zhuang saw that his goal was to dominate the rivers and lakes and become a person of the people from the day Zou Quanming stepped into Tanglin Villa, and he didn't care about the love of his children, and he might respect his daughter for a lifetime, but he would never treat his daughter as a beloved from the bottom of his heart, and all he wanted was the hegemony of the rivers and lakes.

The owner of Luo Zhuang has only one daughter, and it is impossible for her to marry someone who does not like her, and he has not said anything about the marriage.

Later, Luo Ying, who worked as a chorre in the villa as a child, won the appreciation of the owner of Luo Zhuang because of her honesty, honesty and diligence, and then was taken by the eldest lady and became an inseparable entourage when she went out.

The owner of Luo Zhuang knew that Zou Quanming was more talented, but in Zou Quanming's eyes, Tanglin Villa was just a place to practice martial arts and climb up; In Luo Ying's eyes, it is his home, the master and the mother are the father, and the eldest lady is all he longs for but does not dare to delusional.

For this reason, the owner of Luo Zhuang finally married his daughter to Luo Ying, so that Zou Quanming, who was already able to stand alone, left the sect and went to stand on his own.

Zou Quanming has been in Tanglin Villa for nearly 20 years, and he thinks that he is a hundred times more than Luo Ying, who is a miscellaneous worker, whether he is filial piety or talent and diligence.

Not only him, but even the senior brothers of Tanglin Villa, and even the rivers and lakes of Jiangzhou, there are countless people who are unhappy about him, and feel that Luo Ying has climbed to the position of the heir of Tanglin Villa by relying on clever words.

Zou Quanming has thousands of unwillingness in his heart, but above the rivers and lakes, the master's order is the king's law, he can't go against this arrangement, he can only live in the rivers and lakes and become a helpless ranger, this drift is ten years.

Ten years is enough for any martial artist to wash off the lead and polish the edges and corners, but Zou Quanming didn't, he always remembered Tanglin Villa, and he was angry all the time in his heart, feeling that the master was unfair, and Luo Ying took what should have belonged to him.

Finally, ten years later, the old owner of Tanglin Villa died, the old and young of the villa iterated, and the new owner became Luo Ying, who he had never seen once.

When the master was there, Zou Quanming couldn't go back, but when the master was gone, it was a grievance between his peers, and he had to ask for an explanation for what happened back then.

So on the day when the owner succeeded to the throne and the Tanglin Villa held a hero's banquet, Zou Quanming arrived and publicly accused Luo Ying of not being worthy of being the head of the Tanglin Villa.

Countless heroes were present, and Luo Ying had to draw his sword no matter what.

The old owner raised Zou Quanming, guessed that Zou Quanming might be unconvinced, and before leaving, he specially taught Luo Ying three swordsmanship.

But even so, Zou Quanming seriously injured Luo Ying that day, and vented his unwillingness and resentment for ten years on this defeated general.

But after the fight, he found that the brothers and even the people in the rivers and lakes who had been unhappy for him had changed their eyes when they looked at him.

It was as if he was looking at a madman.

Because of the fame of the rivers and lakes present at the time, he saw that the three swordsmanship passed down by the old owner were all skills to break the moves, and even if Luo Ying seized the opportunity to exchange injuries for death, he did not choose to do so.

The old owner may be a little selfish for his daughter, but he regarded Zou Quanming as an apprentice until his death, and never thought of taking his life; And even if Luo Ying was overturned in public, he regarded Zou Quanming as his senior brother from the bottom of his heart, and he never thought of a real life-and-death fight.

But Zou Quanming only regarded Tanglin Villa as a source of injustice and hatred, and regarded it as an enemy.

Soon after, Luo Ying was seriously injured and died, and the owner's wife was angry and went away, and the century-old Tanglin Villa seemed to have lost its soul and disappeared in silence.

Zou Quanming didn't dare to stay, and he wandered the rivers and lakes in a muddy way, as if he had lost his soul, and finally came to the Thousand Buddha Temple in Shazhou.

Shenchen Zen Master took him in, recognized him as an apprentice, and taught him good and evil, and taught him the Dharma, and this time he listened.

He understood why the master let him go out of the mountains back then, understood where he was wrong back then, and understood that Tanglin Villa had always regarded him as his own family.

But the more you understand, the deeper the sin in your heart, the harm to the master's family is ruined, and if you believe in the Buddha, you can be forgiven with peace of mind, so who will repay the resentful and end-of-the-year brother and sister, the Tanglin Villa that has been reduced to ruins?

Zou Quanming watched the night terror hall coming, raised his neck, and wanted to end this evil life in the way of blood debt and blood payment.

But the person who has been teaching him to let go has not really let go himself.

Cha~

Cha~

Just as the Night Terror Hall walked towards Zou Quanming with a gun, footsteps sounded again behind the sand dunes.

Bian Yuanlie and even Dongfang looked away, but saw an old monk wearing a robe and holding a brass Zen staff, walking over along the footprints.

Night Terror Hall paused, turned to look at the monk who knew his identity without asking his name, and frowned:

"Master Shenchen is here to persuade me to put down the butcher's knife and forgive the guilty?"

Zen Master Shenchen walked unhurriedly to the side of Zou Quanming, who was kneeling on the ground, and raised his hand to perform a Buddha salute:

"Forgiving sinners is the Buddha's business, evil comes first, if you repent you can be forgiven, what is the use of the king's decree?"

“？”

Night Terror Hall was stopped by this, after all, Shenchen said this, what did he say?

"Then Master Shenchen is here to let me take it lightly?"

"Buddhism is a place of persuasion, not a place of judgment. When Wu Nian came to the Thousand Buddha Temple, the old man had to persuade him to repent and make him realize that he had done evil. As for whether he goes or stays after repentance, it is his own business; Should be killed or released, it should be decided by the king's law according to the law, and it has nothing to do with Buddhism, and the night benefactor should not bend the law for personal gain. ”

Night Terror Hall nodded:

"Master Shenchen is indeed a master."

Monk Shenchen shook his head at this, and sighed softly:

"But Dharma is Dharma, and the old man is the old man.

"Lao Wei is not a high monk, just a layman, accepted him as an apprentice, persuaded him to be kind, he listened to the words of the teacher, and the teacher naturally spoke for the apprentice.

"The old man felt that he had repented and should continue to practice Buddhism in life, and the night lord wanted to kill him, but the old man naturally did not agree, so he came and asked the night lord to give the old man a face and let him live."

Monk Shenchen's words were very open, and the Night Terror Hall also understood its meaning - I understand the reason, but let's put the reason aside first, you see my face and let my apprentice go.

Isn't that outrageous?

Seeing that the Shenchen monk was so frank, he didn't know what to say for a long time, so he thought about it and asked:

"If I don't give face, what should Master Shenchen do?"

Monk Shenchen once again performed a Buddha salute:

"Knowing that the night donor can't listen to the Dharma of forgiveness, the old man also knows a little bit about fists and kicks.

"Wu Nian is wrong first, and the old man accepts him as a disciple, so he naturally has to bear this debt.

"The night donor wants to avenge the Luo donor, but he can take action against the old man, and he can kill the old man, because of creation, and the Buddha can't keep him when he comes; If he can't kill him, Lao Wei will cut off his arm and make amends to Lord Luo, and the matter will be over, can it? ”

When everyone present heard this, they were obviously stunned.

Bian Yuanlie sat down next to Mr. Storyteller to watch the play, and couldn't help but speak:

"I can't beat you, and you still break an arm to make amends?"

Monk Shenchen looked calm:

"Just because the old man is unreasonable doesn't mean he doesn't know what to do. To persuade people to understand, there is always a price. ”

Bian Yuanlie also had nothing to say.

The sea of sand also quieted down.

As long as Zou Quanming's life is in the Night Terror Hall, he is not interested in Monk Shenchen's arm, but looking at Monk Shenchen's unreasonable posture, he will definitely not be able to do it if he doesn't do it, so he gently raised his hand and waved it at the moment.

When Dongfang Liren and others saw this, they all retreated; And Luo Ning stared at Zou Quanming with blood-red eyes, and Pei Xiangjun pulled back a little harder.

Monk Shenchen pestles the brass Zen staff in the sand with his right hand, turns the rosary in his left hand, his eyes are always peaceful and kind, but his body is like a mountain that crosses the sea of sand, and it seems that even the night wind is difficult to cross.

The breath of the Night Terror Hall also fell silent, and the dragon spear in his right hand slid down to the side until it hit the ground, and then slowly circled behind him.

Click~

The blade of the dragon lance, drawing a semi-circular arc on the sand, quickly reached the rear, and then:

Boom –

When the nine-foot spear turned into a half moon in the air, it rushed vigorously and wrapped in endless yellow sand, and suddenly brought up a yellow dragon that covered the sky and the sun in the dead and silent sea of sand, and even Hua Junchen and others, who were more than ten miles away, were shocked and turned back!

With a single shot, the sand in front of the Night Terror Hall was instantly torn apart, and the sound of the whistling wind was like a dragon's roar, but in a flash, it bumped into the immobile old monk who was only more than ten zhang away.

And the Shenchen monk who was in front of him, in the face of a shot that destroyed the mountains and the sea, his body did not move at all, and he only wore a robe and a high drum when he was about to die, making a muffled sound of 'bang'.

Boom –

In the earth-shattering explosion, a wave of impact visible to the naked eye instantly appeared between the sand seas, forcibly cutting off a layer of sand and soil in front of them, and even the black yayu in the distance fell to the ground under the strong impact.

The Yellow Dragon, which was originally unstoppable, tore apart from it under the shock, as if it had hit a Dinghai Divine Needle head-on, turning into two torrents and rushing up to the sand dunes behind, rushing out two huge gaps on the left and right of the sand dunes.

Between the gaps, there was a fan-shaped area that had not been affected by the energy, and Zou Quanming, who was kneeling a few steps behind the Shenchen monk, was not even driven by his robe!

Bian Yuanlie has been fighting with Shenchen Monk all his life, and when he saw such a terrifying scene, he still gasped.

But before he could take one breath, shock appeared in his eyes!

I saw that the sand and dust covering the sky and the sun had just torn the ground, and the Night Terror Hall had already followed, and the figure seemed to flicker to the side of the Shenchen monk, and the ink-black spear broke through the right side of the Shenchen monk, pointing at Zou Quanming's eyebrows!

This shot was outrageously fast, and Bian Yuanlie, who had the highest martial arts among all of them, could only be seen clearly when the spear edge crossed the side of the Shenchen monk.

But such a shocking shot came to an abrupt end before Zou Quanming's eyebrows!

Monk Shenchen held the right hand of the Zen staff, let go of it at some point, grabbed it on the barrel of the gun, held the left hand of the rosary, pushed forward, and let out a deafening roar:

"Zha-"

Bang –

The sea of sand shook vigorously, and another impact ring cut off a layer of sand again.

The spear of the Night Terror Hall was forcibly stopped in the air, and his right hand immediately rushed forward, hedging against the Shenchen monk.

As a result, the moment the palms touched, the palm power transmitted to the hands seemed to be like coming to destroy the world, so powerful that it was unimaginable, and the energy instantly blasted out a fan-shaped pit on the ground behind him.

Boom –

In the explosion, a straight black arrow shot out between everyone, piercing a hole in the sand, smashing two sand ridges one after another, before turning over and landing on the ground, leaving a long groove of dozens of feet on the ground.

Whoa......

When they saw the person who landed clearly, everyone in the black government looked incredulous, and even the hysterical Luo Ning instantly calmed down, and turned to the night terror hall.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Shenchen didn't move, raised his hand and performed a Buddha salute:

"Can the night benefactor be put down?"

“……”

Dozens of feet away, Night Terror Hall landed on the sand dunes with a gun in one hand, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes:

"Have you seen that stone tablet in the dungeon?"

Monk Shenchen nodded calmly:

"Lao Qu was just a splash in the rivers and lakes when he was young, brave and ruthless, and had a stubborn personality, although he was enlightened by a high monk, he never let go of the false name of 'No. 1 in the world'.

"The high monk knew that if I was allowed to wander the rivers and lakes, I would become a great evil in the world, so he took me to the Thousand Buddhas Temple, went to the Mausoleum of the First Emperor to see the stone, and warned me:

"If you can see through this stone, you can become an immortal who jumped out of the Three Realms like Wu Taizu and the First Emperor; If you let go of this stone and have no attachment in your heart, you can also become a supreme Buddha.

"The monk is a great wisdom, he saw through the old man's heart, and used that stone tablet to put a shackle on the old man.

"The old man couldn't put down the stone, but the stele was broken, and he couldn't see through it either.

"The old man is afraid that he will not be able to become an immortal and lose the opportunity to become a Buddha, so he can only abide by the rules and precepts and become a monk in the Thousand Buddha Temple, which is sixty years.

"Speaking of which, there is no difference between what happened to Lao Wei and Bian Shizhu, they were both forced to keep to themselves for a lifetime."

Bian Yuanlie's eyes were originally full of shock, but when he heard this, his face suddenly sank, and then he scolded:

"You bald donkey still know that you were forced? Don't do to others what you don't want to do to others, other monks are great wisdom, let you be willing to be a monk, the old man is willing? ”

Monk Shenchen looked at Bian Yuanlie and said calmly:

"So, the old man is not a high monk. can let Bian Shizhu live to this day, he has not done any evil deeds in the past fifty years, and when he is old, he still sees that through his state of mind, Lao Wei has not disgraced the teachings of the high monks. ”

Bian Yuanlie opened his mouth, he really couldn't refute it, after all, if Monk Shenchen didn't lock him up, he didn't know how many people he would have to kill, and there was a high probability that he wouldn't live to be forty years old.

The Night Terror Hall did not listen to this nonsense, but secretly judged the current situation.

The current situation can be said to be quite clear - the Shenchen monk himself is a real return to the basics, and the depth of his skills is comparable to that of Zhongsun Jin, and there is an additional stone tablet in the underground palace, which is equivalent to the ancient version of the six Minglong pictures, and he has been practicing for nearly sixty years.

Cao Gonggong's talent and comprehension are also at the level of a top-class grandmaster, and he has practiced a jiazi in four pictures, and he has already dared to stop the martial saint; And the exaggerated background of the Shenchen monk is enough to suffocate the entire north and south rivers and lakes.

But if he doesn't fight, then Ning'er's blood feud will have to be revealed, and if Monk Shenchen really breaks his arm to make amends in the case of winning, even if he overtakes him in the future, it will not be good to come to the door again to ask for an explanation.

After being silent for a moment, Night Terror shook the blade of the gun and walked forward slowly:

"I really didn't see it, Master Shenchen is hiding so deeply, with such a background, why don't you visit Fengguan City?"

Monk Shenchen sighed softly:

"I went there secretly, but I didn't win."

“……？”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, but they were not surprised by this, after all, the true gods couldn't beat Fengguan City, and it was a matter of course for the people of the rivers and lakes.

Dongfang stepped forward when he saw the night terror, his eyes were a little hesitant, and he said:

"Night Terror!"

Night Terror Hall raised his hand slightly, signaling that he didn't have to worry, and slowly came to the opposite side of the Shenchen monk:

"If you practice six Minglong diagrams, it will be really difficult for me to deal with, but the stone tablet left by the first emperor is too ancient, and it is not as invulnerable as Wu Taizu's Minglong diagram.

"Just now I looked at the veins of that stone tablet, the six acupuncture points of Shenzang, Qihai, Guan Yuan, Shendao, Zhiyang, and Zhongshu are the lifeblood gates of the exercises, as long as you hit one place, your golden body should be broken, and there should be loopholes."

When the Shenchen monk heard this, surprise flashed in his eyes:

"The comprehension of the night donor is really ancient and modern, and he can see the doorway of the stone tablet so quickly."

The Night Terror Hall didn't say anything more, put the spear on the ground, raised his left hand slightly, observed the breath of the Shenchen monk, and then:

Chokew-

While everyone was watching with bated breath, a bright sword light broke out in the sea of sand again!

Night Terror Hall just took a step forward, his eyes were instantly bloodshot, his body turned into black thunder, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the front of the Shenchen monk, and stabbed straight into the sea of qi.

As he expected, Monk Shenchen did not stand still this time, his body immediately slid sideways, and he grabbed the dragon knife with the trend.

But at the moment when the Night Terror Hall was close, he didn't choose to attack with a single sword, and at the moment when the Shenchen monk moved away, his right hand had already been hidden and popped out, and he volleyed a sword finger in the air, and went straight to the Shenzang Acupoint!

Bang –

Before the finger of the sword was approached, the fingertip burst out with strong strength, and a finger-thick hole was pierced through the flying sand, and it instantly reached the front of the robe.

Monk Shenchen reacted very quickly, and immediately tapped his toes, his body was already leaping backwards like lightning, and at the same time, a Zen staff swept towards the Night Terror Hall, so as not to kill Zou Quanming by the trend.

But the Night Terror Hall knew that it couldn't be caught hard, and it didn't mean to catch it at all, and with the ultra-high maneuver of the light knife, the sword pointed out that the shape of the hand had already flashed sideways, almost following the position of the Shenchen monk, holding the knife in his left hand and stabbing at the same time, and the sword finger in his right hand was forced to the three key points in front of him at the same time.

Sassy ......

In an instant, the wind in the sand sea screamed, and dozens of pits appeared in the sand in an instant.

The two figures moved in the sea of sand like two whirlwinds sweeping the desert, flying sand and rocks along the way, but they were always close to each other and did not open up half an inch of distance.

The expression of the Shenchen monk has not changed in the slightest, and the parry can be called a smooth flow, connecting the night terror hall with dozens of moves, and he still has not been touched by the robe.

And the Night Terror Hall violently accelerated and pulled in a way that was almost self-harming, and it didn't give the Shenchen monk another chance to exert his terrifying power.

The situation between the two sides seems to be anxious, but a discerning person can see that the situation in the Night Terror Hall is not superior.

After all, using the trick of fighting to the death in the wind pool as a small trick, whether it is physical burden or consumption, it can be called terrifying, and it is impossible for Rao is night terror to last too long; And the Shenchen monk is completely unharmed, this way of dodging each other's killing moves, it is estimated that he can accompany the night terror hall for a day.

Bian Yuanlie could barely see the details of the battle between the two, and he had already stood up at this time, seeing that the Night Terror Hall was too aggressive but could not take advantage of it, he couldn't wait to go up himself and help the Night Terror Hall deal with this thief and bald donkey.

But Bian Yuanlie hadn't thought about whether to intervene in the two-on-one fight, and Yu Guang suddenly realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly turned his head and scolded:

"Don't ......"

I saw that just when everyone was nervously watching the battle situation, Zou Quanming, who was kneeling on the ground with his face in the southeast, suddenly stood up, flew up, and rushed directly to Luo Ning in the distance.

Pei Xiangjun hugged Luo Ning, his eyes were also on the sound of the two afterimages like the wind and clouds, listening to the movement, the overlord gun in his hand had been raised, and he stabbed the figure that broke through the wind on the side.

Burst!

There was a muffled sound of gold and iron entering the flesh!

Luo Ning looked back, and he could see that the spear edge of the ruler was piercing through the monk's robe without hindrance, and a line of blood was sprinkled on the sand.

Thump~

Zou Quanming landed on the ground half a foot away, the spear was poured into his chest, his back was revealed, and his face turned red, but his expression did not have the slightest pain, he looked at Luo Ning, who had a one-sided relationship, and said with blood foam in his throat:

"The sea of blood is a deep hatred, and it should be paid by blood. Under Jiuquan, I will personally go to make amends to my master, junior brothers and sisters. ”

After the words fell, Zou Quanming knelt on the ground, folded his hands, and performed a Buddhist salute.

"You ......"

Luo Ning held the weeping water sword, gritted his teeth and stared at the monk kneeling in front of him, his whole body trembling slightly.

Cha~

The spear was pulled out, and Zou Quanming's hands hung down, and the blood instantly stained the monk's robe.

Pei Xiangjun's face turned a little whiter, pulled Luo Ning back a few steps, and turned his eyes to look into the distance.

And the earth-shattering battle in the distance has also stopped at this time.

Night Terror Hall held the knife in one hand and did not look back, his eyes locked on the Shenchen monk in front of him.

And the Shenchen monk in the robe, his face was no longer kind and humble from beginning to end, and he sank visibly to the naked eye, showing anger and coldness.

Bian Yuanlie has been dealing with Shenchen monk for fifty years, but he knows that this bald donkey is very cautious, and he is negotiating with the Night Terror Hall when he puts down his body, and the apprentice is suddenly slaughtered.

This is the first time Bian Yuanlie has seen this kind of look on the face of this bald donkey, and he secretly said something bad in his heart, and hurriedly scolded:

"Shenchen! You've been practicing Buddhism for 60 years, but don't ...... it all at once."

Boom –

Before the words fell, the sand dunes where the two faced each other exploded entirely, causing a circular dust wave to appear in the sand sea within a radius of several miles!

Shenchen monk King Kong looked angrily, holding a brass Zen staff in both hands, smashing a huge pit in the sea of sand, and before his strength dissipated, he flew up again, and the Zen staff hit the night terror.

Night Terror's face changed suddenly, and he flew back to dodge the first heavy blow, but he was stunned to find that the Shenchen monk was almost crazy, and the top of his head turned red under the full explosion, and the brass Zen staff of more than 100 catties seemed to have no weight in his hand, and he forced to keep up with his pace, and smashed it towards his forehead without saying anything.

Bell –

In the deafening explosion, the dragon knife raised by the Night Terror Hall cut into more than half of the top of the Zen staff, but it failed to resolve the terrifying power that was enough to subdue the python dragon, and the figure shot out in an instant, and it was forced to hit a few drifts in the sea of sand.

Bian Yuanlie flew forward and tried to block the rack, but unfortunately before he could make a move, he was fanned out by the Shenchen monk's robe, and at the same time pressed forward again, smashing into the night terror hall that had not stopped with a tiger leap:

"Zha ——!"

Boom –

The whole sea of sand was as if it had been bombarded by a meteorite, and the people in the far east felt that the sea of sand had turned into fluid in the violent shock, and they were rapidly sinking when they stood still.

And the night terror hall in the center of the storm found it difficult to distance himself, and his heart was horizontal, and before he landed, he raised his right hand in the air and let out a loud shout:

"Drink!"

Phew-

In the next moment, a cross wind was inexplicably set off in the sea of sand!

In the terrible sound of the sword, a golden sword light burst out from the waist of the person in the east, piercing through the endless flying sand with the momentum of thunder, and the tip of the sword moved forward halfway, pointing directly at the side face of the Shenchen monk.

Bian Yuanlie, who had just flown out, saw this scene, and his eyes suddenly welled up with dazedness, but before he could think about it, he was shocked by the next scene!

Phew-

The golden sword light came in the blink of an eye, and the two of them approached, and the night terror hall's eyes were blood-red, and his right hand pushed the sword towards the Shenchen monk with all his might.

But when he raised his eyes, he saw that the monk Shenchen let go of the brass Zen staff, raised his left hand as if holding the moon in one hand, and immediately burst in front of him, and let out a shocking thunder:

Boom –

Then the sword of the Son of Heaven, which was as fast as thunder, suddenly stopped at a glance from the palm of his hand, and the sword body shook and hummed violently, and it was difficult to reach nearly half an inch!

？！

Seeing this scene, Night Terror's eyes shook slightly, and disbelief surged in his heart.

And the face of the Shenchen monk also emerged with the arrogance that had been suppressed for sixty years, and his eyes were like copper bells and he said angrily:

"The old man has been thinking hard about the stone tablet for sixty years, do you think that if you get a glimpse of the fur of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, you can spread wildness on the head of the old man? Break it for me! ”

Buzz~

The golden long sword vibrated violently between the two, and then flipped in the air, pointing at the Night Terrors, approaching inch by inch!

Dozens of people around saw this scene, and they were already shocked, and they didn't know how to get close if they wanted to intervene.

Monk Shenchen fought at the end of sixty years, and his physique was obviously able to withstand the strength that this mortal should not have.

And the Night Terror Hall was just an instant, and the whole body turned red, although the black lotus had tempered its body thousands of times, it could barely hold on, but compared to the Shenchen monk who was in the sky, it was still like a candle in the wind.

Seeing that the golden long sword was approaching the night terror, the bottom of his eyes also showed coldness, and the knife in his left hand was released, and then his five fingers were lightly hooked:

"Who told you I only got a glimpse of the skin?!"

Whew......

Before the words fell, several sounds of breaking wind came from the nearby poplar forest!

Bian Yuanlie was able to fall to the ground, and was watching with a shocked look, but found that the cold wind was pressing on the top, and more than ten blades inserted on the ground were as if they were thrown by a strong man, turning into sharp arrows that were flying all over the body!

This scene was not only Bian Yuanlie and the crowd around the audience, but even the imposing Shenchen monk suddenly calmed down a little, and the monk's robe and drum stopped more than ten blades outside his body, and his heart also let out a muffled snort.

Night Terror Hall directly coughed up a mouthful of blood, but the frenzy in his eyes did not decrease but increased, and when the Shenchen monk was distracted, his body instantly pressed forward, and a palm was attached to the chest of the Shenchen monk.

There was no sound in this palm, let alone the strength of the force, but more than a dozen blades fell out of the air and stuck on the sand.

Monk Shenchen's face changed instantly, and it could be seen that the green muscles were bulging, and he wanted to raise his hand and blast it out, but he found that the qi and blood in his body were flowing backwards, and he let out a muffled cough first:

"Ahem—"

When Night Terror Hall touched the ice mound, he found that the 'Mountain Moving Map' could guide the 'qi' in the other party's body, and since it could guide it, it would naturally be able to interfere!

At this time, the palm of the Night Terror Hall was attached to the chest of the Shenchen monk, and he felt the surging energy everywhere, and he couldn't help but say that it was a series of stirring.

And even if it is a half-immortal physique tempered by the Ming Dragon Diagram, under this kind of dimensionality reduction blow, it is useless, and in the case of qi and blood running chaotically or even going against the current, not to mention the moves, there are problems with even normal actions.

Monk Shenchen's eyes were obviously shocked, and when he noticed that something was wrong, his robe immediately moved, and a whirlwind was brought around him, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and he shouted angrily:

"Open!"

Boom –

In the thunderous explosion of the dry land, the robe on the Shenchen monk's body was torn apart, and the ground under the feet of the two was also blasted open, and a circular sand wave rushed out around the periphery.

The Night Terror Hall was immediately shaken open under the impact of no distinction between the enemy and me, but when he was in mid-air, he had already pulled back the Sword of the Son of Heaven and stabbed it into the chest of the Shenchen monk again.

Shout~

Although the Shenchen monk moved in time, when the qi and blood disorders affected his movements, he was still stabbed by the invincible golden blade on the side of the ribs!

Sassy sass~

In the sea of sand, the sound of swords continued, and the golden blade was like a flying shuttle, speeding around the Shenchen monk.

The sand and sea are connected by strong winds, and the surrounding sand is shaking, and the people around it can no longer see or understand the current situation.

The Night Terror Hall erupted with all its strength, as long as it touched the Shenchen monk, it would disturb its qi and blood, and the life-and-death fight was forced to fight with the feeling of two enemies and one, but it was also destroyed under this kind of offensive at any cost.

But just when the two of them were holding on to see who couldn't withstand it first and fell first, a sudden voice suddenly sounded from between the sand and the sea:

"Stop."

The voice was extremely loud, through the earth-shattering noise, and reached everyone's ears.

The Night Terror Hall was already holding on with all its might, and when he found that there were still masters, he immediately flew back with his sword and landed near Dongfang Liren and the others, and looked back in a blink of an eye.

The Shenchen monk stood in place, his robe was already stained with blood, and he was educated by the chaotic immortal arts of the Night Terror Hall, and at this time, the mad demon's expression was also calmer, and he looked at the depths of the sand sea in a blink of an eye.

Rustle~

As the rush suddenly stopped, the sand rained down in the air.

Dozens of onlookers kept stunned expressions, and they didn't understand what was going on at this time, and when they heard the sound, they turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

The place where the voice came from was a sand dune far away from everyone, and a figure could be seen, speeding over this side at an alarming speed, and when it got closer, it was possible to see that the person who came was wearing a robe, his face was as white as jade, and he looked quite elegant, and it was Jiang Zahu, the leader of the Hongshan Gang.

The Hongshan Gang borders on the Thousand Buddha Temple, Jiang Zahu learned from the entrance of Wangheya the day before yesterday from the entrance of the hall of Wangheya, and learned the news that the Night Terror Hall was coming, and he also ran to Shazhou, so he was worried that the living Yama King who died wherever he went, would come to cut down the Shenchen monk, and hurriedly ran to the Thousand Buddha Temple, found that the Shenchen monk was not there, and tracked down the whereabouts of the Night Terror Hall and others along the way.

As a result, before they could catch up on Crescent Bay, earth-shattering movements came.

At this time, Jiang Zahu came galloping from a distance, and found that the entire sea of sand had been plowed again, and for the first time in his life, the Shenchen monk was covered in color, and the night terror hall was also obviously hit by blood at the corner of his mouth, and he was anxious to scold his mother, and after landing on the ground, he stopped directly between the two of them, and said angrily:

"What are you two fighting? Is there water in the skull? Get one dead and one injured, and let Lu Taiqing deal with Beiliang alone? Now there is a war in the West Sea, you don't know? ”

Bian Yuanlie hadn't recovered from the shock at this time, he got up from the ground and asked the storyteller, who was also stunned:

"Which onion is this?"

"It should be the boxer Jiang Zahu."

……

Night Terror Hall stood in place panting like a cow, and when he saw Jiang Zahu running out to pull the fight, his mood calmed down a little, thinking about it, it was really not suitable for this desperate fight.

After all, Ning'er's enemy is dead, and the Shenchen monk has no grudge against him, he is still the second sage of the Great Wei, he desperately killed him, not to mention it, and made one dead and one injured and self-inflicted two generals, if Xiang Han's division took advantage of the situation to enter the north clouds, Lu Taiqing was afraid that he would vomit blood.

"Hoo ......"

After the Night Terror Hall gasped a few times, he wiped the sweat on his face and turned to look at Monk Shenchen:

"It took sixty years to realize such a thing, you can't beat me; Zou Quanming apologized for his crime with death, and the revenge of the Luo family is a matter of course, and you shouldn't stop it. Now that you're out of the way, if you're unreasonable, don't blame me for ignoring the overall situation. ”

Before the Shenchen monk fought, he obviously didn't expect the night terror hall to be so exaggerated, and the physique couldn't be made up purely by attainment, and any messy immortal skills could bubble out, and after the fight at this time, he found that the other party was far stronger than expected, in fact, both of them were calm.

Monk Shenchen pulled out the Zen staff and turned to leave:

"Since there is no hope of becoming an immortal, then you can only become a Buddha, the old man forgives you, this matter is over, and I hope that the night donor will make less killing in the future, and open a peaceful and prosperous world for the common people."

Night Terror Hall felt that this crazy monk was just cautious, and he didn't care about this, so he raised his hand and arched it......

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You can only write 10,000 words at most.,It's not a good habit.,There's more content and you can't write in detail or2!

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