Outside the house, the rain continued to fall, except for Dian Hou Wei, the rest of the white-clothed killers were all broken by the flow of ink dance and fell to the ground.

And inside the house, the monk called the King of Fudo Ming, his true qi was domineering, and he shook Jiazi and Jiawu in one fell swoop, and the stirred true qi carried the table straight to Jiang Qiansong's front door.

Jiang Qiansong stood still, listening to "whoosh." With a bang, the table was broken open by a sword qi randomly swung by Liuyu Mo Wu, and the chess pieces were scattered all over the ground.

King Fudo Ming snorted coldly, folded his hands, and chanted in his mouth, "Amitabha!" As soon as the Buddha horn was recited, the true qi swept away, and he pounced on Jiang Qiansong again, and Jiazi Jiawu also got up, his hands were lucky, and his palms blasted out the true qi of the King of Immovable Ming. When the two met, the door couldn't stand the explosion that shattered.

Although Jiazi Jiawu's martial arts are not low, even his hands can't stop the power of the tantric monk, Jiazi and Jiawu were shaken open again by the King of Fudo Ming, hitting the wall, and blood overflowed. Now only Jiang Qiansong is left, Jiang Qiansong looked at King Fudong Ming with a light face, still holding a chess piece in his hand, glanced at the chessboard, and fell down, this son still fell in the Tianyuan position.

With Jiang Qiansong's fall, Liuyu Mo danced with a stroke of his sword, and the sword aura came out majestically, rolling towards the King of Fudong. The King of Fudo Ming did not dare to despise the martial arts of the Liuyu Ink Dance, and the momentum of the Liuyu Ink Dance before the single charge broke the momentum of more than a dozen white-clothed masters with a single stroke, which should not be underestimated.

Immovable Ming King, immovable as a mountain, the Buddha name was recited again, and the true qi greeted the sword qi of the flowing ink dance. "Boom" but a loud bang was heard, and the walls of the house were shattered by the true qi of the two people. The king of the Ming Dynasty did not move, seeing that he couldn't move Jiang Qiansong, he could only point the spearhead at Liuyu Mowu.

The King of Fudo Ming stepped out and stepped on the stone slab full of rain, and the rain on the stone slab exploded instantly, flying towards the flowing ink dance. At the same time, King Ming shouted: "Everyone in white retreats!" Seeing the master of the white-clothed master, the fifth in the demon list, the King of Fudo Ming, spoke up, and hurriedly retreated, and the dozen or so people in white who were lying on the ground also scrambled.

Seeing the rain accumulated on the ground attacking him, he stepped on his feet slightly, his body was high, and between the steps, the surrounding rain gathered in one place, turned into a rain sword, and stabbed the rain on the ground.

The rain met with a bang, and with a final thud, it fell to the ground again. The king of Fudo Ming stepped on his left foot, and his body rose from the ground, higher than the flowing ink dance, and then pressed down with a palm of flesh, this palm was enough to have the power of thousands of troops, and the surrounding rain hit it and had to splash around.

The ring finger and middle finger of the ink dance, one finger, is in the palm of the hand of the King of Fudong. The two of them made two moves, and the surrounding rain was directly shaken away for a few zhang, and the rain did not fall in a few zhang.

Liuyu Mo Wu's expression was cold, his eyes blinked, his sword fingers slashed, and the sword qi struck, slashing towards the palm of the King of Fudong. The King of Fudo turned his palm over and shot it down directly.

"Bang." When the two met, the roof tiles of the surrounding houses were lifted, but the house where Jiang Qiansong was alone was unharmed. King Fudo Ming frowned, this woman's skill is almost on par with herself, and the sword intent in the sword qi is majestic, and she is definitely not good.

The hands of the King of Fudo Ming were folded again, and in the midst of the folding, he saw that the true qi was condensed into two palms rushing to the left and right sides of the ink dance. Liuyu Mo Wu's body did not move, and his feet were slightly pointed, and the sword qi suddenly appeared, and the sword qi was divided into two sides, rushing towards the two chapters that were sandwiched towards him.

The King of Fudo Ming changed his move again in an instant, and his palms swirled and then spun again, slapping at Liuyu Mowu. This palm came out, and the swastika was directly and brutally suppressed. Liuyu Mo Wu raised his eyes and looked, and the swastika in the palm of the King of Fudo Ming was typed.

"Poof." With a stroke of his right hand, the purple sword appeared in his hand, the purple sword was in his hand, and the power of the Liuyu ink dance was victorious. At this moment, Liuyu Mowu's body moved again, his feet were slightly staggered, and his body rose high and rushed towards the swastika symbol.

"Wow." With a crisp muffled snort, the tip of the sword was pointed in the center of the swastika. The sword qi was agitated, but it was unable to shake the swastika, and at this time, the figure of the king of the Ming Dynasty moved again, the body shape was reversed, the left palm was closed in front of the chest, and the right palm was pushed down.

A swastika reappears, and two swastika overlap. The purple sword in Liuyu Mowu's hand turned, and then with a stroke, the sword qi surged out, shaking the swastika open. But King Fudo naturally refused to give up, and his right hand was violently pressed down again.

The purple sword sword in the hand of the flowing ink dancer, the rain gathered around, and the sword intent was majestic. And the immovable king has arrived. "Bang!" The rain sword of the flowing ink dance was broken, turning into water droplets and falling, and the large pit of the swastika symbol on the ground suddenly appeared.

The long sword in Liuyu Mo Wu's hand swung out two sword qi in succession, shooting towards the Fudo Ming King who rushed straight from the sky. King Fudo Ming roared twice in his mouth, breaking through the sword qi of the flowing ink dance.

Dancing in ink, the body turned, the feet stepped in the air, and the body fell backwards and flew. The lightly armored soldier outside the door raised the crossbow arrow in his hand and shot at Liuyu Mowu. With a stroke of the purple sword in Liuyu Mo Wu's hand, the crossbow arrows of the hundred plans were cut by the purple sword and fell to the ground, buzzing.

"Click." Liuyu Mo Wu stood on top of a dead ancient tree on the barren grass outside the ancient temple, and the purple sword was behind him, waiting for the immovable king.

The King of Fudo Ming saw the flowing ink dance flying backwards, and his body followed, and he saw the flowing ink dancing standing on the ancient tree, and shouted in his mouth, "The great day is coming!" Behind him, the golden body of the Buddha statue appeared and stood in the air, and the King of Fudo Ming was still pushed out with his right hand, and the golden body of the Buddha statue was also launched with the right hand of the King of Fudo.

Seeing that the King of the Buddha statue was golden, the purple sword in his hand was slowly drawn, the sword intent dissolved in the rain, the sword air overflowed, and the purple sword in the hand of the flowing ink dance turned, and the overflowing sword qi instantly turned on one side, extremely powerful, stirring up the dust and rain around him.

At this time, the golden body of the Buddha statue was also approaching, and the purple sword in the hand of Liuyu Mo Wu pointed at it, and the real air was turning, but it was the sword qi rolling in the yellow sand.

The sword qi stirred with each other, entangled with each other, and directly enveloped the golden body of the Buddha statue. King Fudong Ming saw the sword of the flowing ink dance, the sword qi was rolling, and the sword qi of the flowing ink dance was full of disturbances between heaven and earth. The hands were folded, the true air of Tantra was turning, and the golden body of the Buddha statue suddenly opened the card. However, the sword of the Flowing Ink Dance, the sword qi dissipated the true qi of the Immovable Ming King.

The expression of the King of Fudo Ming changed, and he melted into the golden body of the Buddha statue, sitting cross-legged, and holding the tantric law in his hand. He shouted in a deep voice, "Scatter! The Buddha is full of light, the golden body of the Buddha is solid, and the sword is rolling and fierce.

"Boom." Suddenly, the golden body of the Buddha statue of the King of Fudo Ming was broken, and the sword qi of the flowing ink dance was also broken by the King of Fudong.

The King of Immovable Ming was in regression, and blood flowed from his mouth. In the end, he was infiltrated by the sword intent of the flowing ink dance, which hurt his heart and lungs, and it was not suitable for a long battle.

But how could Liuyu Mo Wu let him go, the purple sword in his hand, with a wave, the sword qi staggered and killed the King of Fudo Ming again.

The immovable Ming King strongly supported the true qi, and the immovable Ming King seal pinched out, and the law seal was directed against the sword qi of the flowing ink dance. The rain burst open, and the eyes of the King of Fudo were blurred.

"Choke." , The sound of the purple sword of the flowing ink dance spread far away, and the sword sound implied sword intent, and along with the sword sound, there was also a sword qi in the sky.

The King of Fudo Ming has no way to escape now, and he pinches the law in his hand again, trying to break through the sword qi of the flowing ink dance.

And at this moment, a palm suddenly flew in, shaking away the sword qi that killed the immovable Ming King.