Yu Lan looked at the cracked golden bell phantom and said disdainfully: "Little monk, how did I see a cow flying in the sky." ”

Wuhua was still confident in her defense just now, but this time, the phantom of the Admiralty also cracked a crack.

Wuhua went down the mountain, never encountered a strong enemy, and had no experience in fighting strong people. After all, the robbers didn't want to waste their time on this dispossessed monk.

And along the way, Wuhua practiced medicine to save people, but only dealt with some village bullies and bullies in the township. None of these people had even stepped into the martial arts.

If anyone has met the strongest opponent so far, it should be Qi Zhengchu and Zhao Han.

But right now, these dozen or so people are all strong people who have broken the armor of the sixth grade, and even the seventh grade of the monument, how can they be able to resist without flowers?

Clang!

A meteor hammer the size of a water tank smashed into the Admiralty Phantom again, and the cracks spread like spider webs in all directions.

There was some sadness on the childish face of the flower.

Master, the people down the mountain are so powerful, the disciples may have to go to see the Buddha.

The swaggering phantom of the Admiralty attracted everyone's attention, and Si Qinxue's passionate sound turned into a sharp blade and hit the phantom of the Admiralty.

Each impact dimmed the golden light a little, and the mysterious Sanskrit began to shatter.

The little monk without flowers stood in front alone, and the Admiralty trembled, but did not take half a step back.

Seeing the Phantom of the Admiralty become fragmented and almost transparent.

Wan'er said worriedly: "Master Wuhua, retreat!" ”

Anyone can see that once the Admiralty is broken, Wuhua will be the target of everyone. More than a dozen people added swords, and that song into the formation will also become the funeral song of the little monk without flowers.

"Get out of the way!" Li Wantong said.

From being held hostage just now to regaining composure, in less than a cup of tea, Li Wantong looked at the dozen people in the small courtyard.

Wuhua is motionless, looking like he is sacrificing his life for righteousness.

"Donor. The Buddha said, if the little monk does not go to hell, who will go to hell? ”

Li Wantong stepped forward, and the sword qi chopsticks in her hand were shining brightly in front of everyone's eyes.

Immediately, someone immediately shouted: "Grandmaster Sword Qi, that's Grandmaster Sword Qi!" ”

The moment Li Wantong broke his chopsticks and slashed out the sword qi of the grandmaster, it still made everyone tremble, and even Mr. Three had to avoid it. If it weren't for Mr. San, who found some clues at the moment before the chopsticks broke, he avoided them in time.

This sword qi can directly split Mr. Three in half.

Ten-rank Grandmaster, there are only a few people in this world.

Grandmaster Yu Wei is still there, and this chopstick is enough to make half of these people die.

"Li Haomiao left a few sword qi behind!" Mr. Three said angrily. Grandmasters can't condense sword qi at will and give it away, right?

Wei Wuji smiled coldly and said, "It looks like your plan for today is about to fail. ”

Mr. Three slapped his palm, using his strength to distance himself from Wei Wuji. In a head-to-head battle, Mr. Three is not the opponent of this Beidou Battalion Kaiyang General.

In the Beidou Battalion that year, General Kaiyang's combat power was among the best, and he was an important figure in the Beidou Battalion's deterrence of the north. Even if he has retired for many years, his cultivation will not reduce the demeanor of the year.

Mr. San looked at Li Wantong in the distance, if it weren't for Wei Wuji's delay, he would have kidnapped Li Wantong away.

"Wei Wuji, you can't stop me today!"

Mr. Three watched the vast sword qi break through the air, as if he was about to tear apart the entire dark night.

In an instant, these dozen or so people scattered like frightened birds and beasts. The killer who couldn't hide let out a scream,

But this sword was from Li Wantong's hand after all, and it was much less fast. When the sword qi swung out, the killers were already vigilant, and they could flee if they could, and they would block if they could.

The three armor-piercing and fifth-grade killers lost their breath and could no longer leave this small courtyard.

The killers all stepped back, looking at the dead people in fear for a while. No one present could stop this sword.

Li Wantong sighed, this sword did not exert its due power in her hands. If Li Haomiao made a move, it would not be as simple as killing three killers, but these people would all die here.

When the sword qi burst out, Si Qinxue's piano sound was also broken.

Or rather, it becomes disorganized.

The strings on the beam trembled, as if they felt the killing intent in the sword qi, and became terrified.

Siqin Xue didn't squint, her fingertips gently smoothed the fluttering strings, and then let the messy sound disappear into the night.

Is this the sword qi of the Ten Rank Grandmaster?

Si Qinxue was even more happy in her heart, she was fortunate to see the Grandmaster Sword Qi twice, which was also extremely beneficial to her cultivation.

The little monk without flowers looked compassionate, and muttered in his mouth: "Amitabha." ”

The little monk from the Hanging Temple has always known that killing people is not good.

"Master Li, it's not good to kill people." Wuhua said seriously.

Li Wantong looked at Wuhua and said, "The master is wrong, they want to kill us." Heaven has the virtue of a good life, they want to kill and kill, don't we allow ourselves to save ourselves? ”

Li Wantong's words made Wuhua irrefutable.

These people were originally doing murder and arson, but now they are menacing, obviously trying to kill the people in the small courtyard.

Wuhua bowed her head and read it again.

"Amitabha."

The phantom of Admiralty had collapsed, and there was a little more tiredness in Wuhua's expression. The supporting golden bell jar carries the siege of more than a dozen killers, and even if the flower cultivation is strong, it can't support it for a long time.

The remaining killers looked at each other and did not dare to step forward.

Who knows if there is still a third Grandmaster sword qi in the hands of that seemingly weak woman.

If you gamble with your life, you will only use yourself as cannon fodder.

Above?

The other party slashed out a sword again, and it was impossible to escape death.

Not on it?

If the stalemate continues, the northern army outside the city will arrive sooner or later. It will fall into a situation where it is impossible to escape.

The killer's hesitation relieved Li Wantong and the others. This gave them time to breathe and think about the next response.

But a single note broke the deadlock that lasted only a few breaths.

Siqin Xue plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano came like a mountain stream trickling non-stop, not like the rush of the song, and the relaxed and freehand piano sound in the ears made a piece of mountains and flowing water appear in everyone's minds, and they relaxed their minds for a while, forgetting the urgency of being in a crisis at this time.

The soft sound of the piano seems to have a magical power, which makes everyone unguard.

With godless eyes and numb expressions, everyone lost their luster and stood stiffly in place like a walking corpse.

When!

The sound of the piano turned sharply, and the mountain stream turned into a stormy wave, which exploded in the ears of everyone.

In an instant, Li Wantong and the others spurted blood out of their mouths, and their faces turned pale. Apparently seriously injured.

In the small courtyard, except for Wei Wuji, who was still fighting with Mr. Three, the rest of the people were attacked by Qin Yin.

Wuhua frowned, looked pained, touched the blood on the corner of her mouth, and was surprised in her heart. At the moment just now, the true qi and qi and blood in the body, which were originally calm, were uncontrollable by themselves, and they wanted to break out of the body.

He looked at the people around him, Lao Huang and Wang Dafu both fell to the ground, looking pained, calming the true qi of the riot in their bodies.

For example, Li Wantong and others did not have the true qi of the riot except for the surging of qi and blood, but they felt much better.

Can this piano sound control true qi and qi blood?

Wuhua looked at the white-clothed woman caressing the piano outside the small courtyard, her eyes calm but fearful.

The world is so big that there are no surprises. The little monk has gained knowledge again. No wonder the senior brothers have to go into the red dust, it turns out that there are so many different people in the red dust in the world.

The end of the song.

The killers came back to their senses, their hearts filled with fear. This is the fear of Siqin Xue.

If Si Qinxue had murderous intentions, all of them would die.

Si Qinxue said lightly: "I'll leave the rest to you." Don't let me down. ”

Hearing this, everyone's hearts trembled, and they immediately looked at Li Wantong. Now that Wuhua and the others have been injured, Li Wantong is also weak and falls to the ground, I am afraid that she will not even have the strength to break a chopstick.

Whoosh!

The figures all rushed towards Li Wantong.

Looking at the killer who came to kill, Wuhua whispered: "One flower, one world." ”

In an instant, the little golden Buddha seal between the flowerless eyebrows bloomed with brilliant light.

The Buddha seal of the character "swastika" broke away from the flowerless eyebrows, and turned into a bewitching manzhu sawa in the golden light, fluttering in the wind.

Everywhere the golden light went, there were red manzhu sawa blooms, although the golden light was transformed, but it was extremely real, as if you could pick off the manzhu sawa with a hand.

In Sanskrit chanting, one by one the manju sawa leaves the ground and flies towards the sky, and each manju sawa flies up, and another manju sawa grows in the same position.

One flower is one world, one leaf is one paradise.

At this time, the killer who was surrounded by Manzhu Sawa seemed to have crossed the Lechuan River and came to the distant other side, where he saw Manzhu Sawa left on the other side in the previous life.

There are no two manju sawa in the same world, just as there are no two people in the world who are exactly the same.

"Is this what I was like in my last life?" One muttered, his eyes reflecting the Manju Sawa in front of him, and the life of another person.

The same is true for others, all of whom are so obsessed with the past of their previous lives that they forget about their current tasks.

When Si Qinxue saw this scene, she asked, "Illusion? ”

Wuhua shook her head and said, "This is the last life of your benefactors. ”

One flower, one world.

One of the stunts of the Hanging Temple, throughout the ages, there are very few people who can cultivate this stunt, and people who are not clear in their hearts and have no debris in their hearts can not practice.

Nowadays, among the disciples of the Hanging Temple, only the little monk without flowers has cultivated a flower and a world.

"It's a mystery." Si Qinxue said, "That being the case, I happen to have a requiem. ”

As Si Qinxue raised her hand, the sound of the piano came again.

Wuhua looked solemn and said, "Master Li, you go quickly." The little monk didn't last long. ”

One Flower One World is consuming Wuhua's True Qi at an extremely fast rate, and it is extremely difficult to maintain such a stunt, and besides, the realm of several of these killers is not weaker than Wuhua.

"Want to go? Dream! Mr. Three didn't know where to kill, and a hand wearing a silk glove grabbed Li Wantong directly.

Mr. Three and Wei Wuji fought, but at every opportunity they moved in the direction of Li Wantong.

Dozens of attempts have finally succeeded in this one.

When Mr. Three stretched out his hand, Wei Wuji's gun followed.

Clang!

With sparks shining around, Wei Wuji once again shook off Mr. Three. He couldn't take the other party for a long time, and Wei Wuji was extremely annoyed in his heart. The middle-aged scholar on the opposite side seemed to be very familiar with his own moves, and even if it was a swift move, the other party could deal with it.

But just as Wei Wuji shook back Mr. Three, a figure appeared behind Wei Wuji.

Rumble!

The blade flashed, slashing directly at Wei Wuji's back.

"Master Hou..."Wan'er exclaimed.

Wei Wuji also felt the murderous intent behind him, he never thought that there was a killer lurking in the shadows.

The sword is swift and sharp.

In a hurry, Wei Wuji could only turn around, holding the spear in both hands and blocking the knife.

True Qi collides, and the sound waves explode.

Wei Wuji's figure flew upside down, spitting out mouthfuls of blood in the air. This sneak attack made him lose his combat effectiveness in an instant.

The strength of the person who came was not weaker than Wei Wuji.

The sudden knife has also been prepared for a long time.