Hear the sound.

Yu Lian was overjoyed, her mind was settled, but she was silent on the surface, and she reached forward:

"Your Excellency, please."

"The wind is coming!"

The old monk didn't talk nonsense, pinched the magic trick in his hand, the red yellow order flag was raised, and suddenly there was a bone-eroding yin wind howling, and then the black clouds overwhelmed the city, so it wasn't over, he shouted again:

"The rain is coming!"

The yellow rain fell with a bang, each drop weighed 10,000 catties, and the void was almost distorted.

"Slash the sky!"

Yu Lian's complexion did not change, her jade hand was held in a weak hand, her mana turned into a sword, and a sword that returned to her true nature was slashed out, and the killing intent and evil qi that had been cultivated in her body for several years were poured out together.

"Boom!"

Ten years of grinding a sword, the frost blade has not been tried, and today it will show you, and the wind and rain will be extinguished.

"Is this the sword you are proud of not killing?"

Lao Buddha couldn't help but sigh: "It's really good, give you another three or five years, or you can achieve a giant... It's a pity that you are still immature and have not obtained the essence of this sword. ”

"Hmph."

Yu Lian snorted coldly, without speaking, but the sword qi around her body became more and more powerful, and a will that was indestructible and indestructible was condensed into an entity, and it was like a broken bamboo.

If you don't kill the sword, it is by no means compassionate, on the contrary, this is an extremely fierce sword.

Don't kill for killing, confront people, the sword qi shows seven points and the remaining three points, its sheath is out of the sheath for a moment, only the cauldron can be seen, the slash is killed, and the sword light frost is cold in the nineteen continents.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful."

The old monk applauded again and again: "I really don't know who created such a mysterious and wonderful sword skill, if you are willing to enter my spiritual mountain, the three Buddha fruit positions will be added to another seat, but..."

Suddenly.

As soon as his words changed, the red and yellow flag in his hand became more ferocious, and the dead air covered the top.

"You're not him!"

Instantly.

The old Buddha deceived himself, and the yellow spring qi fell, like a golden silk robe that is inviolable, and it was wrapped in endless yin and dark energy, as if the heaven and earth were about to melt.

"Arrogance!"

Yu Lian's body retreated sharply, and her sword qi was vertical and horizontal, not allowing the old Buddha to get close.

The intuition of the Slashing Mortal Realm told her that once she was entangled by this Yellow Spring Qi, her mana and life essence would be devoured in an instant and turned into nothing.

But.

How could the other party tell her to get her wish.

"Yu Lian!"

Suddenly, the old monk Chrysostom opened and closed, as if there was a great force to hook up the heavens and the earth, descending the brilliant heavenly sound, making an invisible sound wave impact eruption, resounding and curbing the clouds, deafening:

"Bold Yu Lian, don't be punished!!"

The lion roars in Buddhism, attacking the soul directly.

All the monks, including Yu Lian, looked stunned for a second, but don't underestimate this second, the battle of the great monks, the success or defeat is often in an instant.

"Bang!"

The withered Buddha palm slapped on Yu Lian's left shoulder, and at this moment, the old monk's mana urged to the extreme, without reservation, and the latter seemed to be hit head-on by a Buddha Mountain.

"Poof!"

The body flew out upside down and smashed into the towering Daxiong Treasure Hall, with huge impact and destructive power, which directly caused this historic ancient temple to collapse.

Huangquan Qi also took advantage of the fire to rob, and then climbed into the body, swallowing the aura of Yu Lian's dantian, of course, under the manipulation of the old monk, her longevity was not damaged.

"It's going to be over."

The eyes of the five spectators met, and their eyes flashed:

"This woman, the defeat is decided."

"Beware of this monk, a Buddhist monk, who is best at conspiracy and calculation."

"What are you afraid of?"

"If this old bald donkey dares to play tricks and happens to be him, I don't believe that he still has the strength to survive this battle, one less person, and we will get more."

The black-clothed old monk turned a deaf ear to the whispers of several people, maybe he didn't hear it, or maybe he heard it but didn't care, he walked over the sand and dust in the sky and walked straight towards Yu Lian.

Yu Lian lay in the ruins, her eyes closed, as if she had accepted her fate.

"Amitabha."

Looking at this scene from afar, the old monk looked compassionate, put his hands together and said: "Yu Lian, you and I are both under the seat of the Buddha, and if you read the friendship of the same family, the old man will give you a good time." ”

Let's talk about it.

His five fingers were bent, and his mana surged, and he grabbed the latter's snow neck.

Behold.

Yu Lian opened her eyes suddenly, and her originally godless and dim pupils suddenly burst out with terrifying sword light, and her breath alone was enough to tear apart the sword power under the mortal world.

"It's not good, she has a back hand, retreat!"

The old monk's face changed greatly, and he decisively rushed out of the ancient temple, reacting and speeding so fast that he even left an afterimage in the same place, and the five people realized that something was wrong when they saw this, and immediately followed suit.

However.

It's still too late.

This sword qi is the strongest one given by Chen Yi, and it can hit and kill mortals hard.

The old monk shot with all his strength before, but he was facing Yu Lian's dying counterattack, naturally it was impossible to be unscathed, and now it was in the window period, and the probability of dodging... Not too.

The rest of those realms are inferior to his, not to mention, they will definitely die.

The sword qi flowed, and the sword light reached the sky, like a peerless sword fairy holding a fairy sword, clear in all directions, illuminated by the immaculate sword, penetrating through the boundless void, and slashing to the six people who fled.

Dark.

Chen Yi frowned slightly: The power of this sword qi is obviously not something that Yu Lian can control, and he doesn't care about the life or death of the other five cultivators, this old Buddha has to live.

At least not now!

Thereupon.

He intends to save the old Buddha.