Abbot Hosen is a mysterious monk who holds a glittering golden scepter that contains a mysterious power. Not only does he possess great force, but he also possesses a mysterious psychic power capable of manipulating the minds of others. Therefore, Jiang Lengyan and Luo Zhengding were in a predicament, and they could not win.

In desperation, Lin Weiyin suddenly had an idea, she chose to jump into it, and Jiang Lengyan and Luo Zhengding attacked him together. She believed that it was only through collective strength that this formidable enemy could be defeated. So, the three of them launched an attack on the abbot of Faquan together.

Lin Weiyin held a delicate silver sword, her swordsmanship was flexible and changeable, sometimes light as a swallow, sometimes as fast as a tiger. Jiang Lengyan is a long sword with cold light, her swordsmanship is extremely sharp, as if she can cut through all obstacles. Luo Zhengding used his internal force to condense into invisible qi walls, resisting the spiritual attack of the abbot of Faquan.

Abbot Faquan brandished a golden scepter, and in the face of the attack of the three people, he did not panic. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he had seen through the intentions of the three of them. With a wave of his golden staff, a golden light pierced the sky, enveloping the three of them. In this golden light, the attacks of the three seemed to be useless.

However, Lin Weiyin moved forward bravely. She uses the shadows in the light of the golden scepter to find the flaws. In a flash of golden light, she successfully stabbed Abbot Faquan in the shoulder. Jiang Lengyan's long sword also stabbed him in the arm. Although Luo Zhengding's qi wall could not directly harm the abbot of Faquan, it also made it impossible for him to concentrate on dealing with the attack of the three of them.

After a fierce battle, Abbot Faquan finally showed his tiredness. The speed at which he swung the golden scepter slowed, and the light of the scepter dimmed considerably. At this time, Lin Weiyin, Jiang Lengyan and Luo Zhengding joined forces to launch the final attack. The sword moves and internal forces of the three of them fused with each other, forming a powerful energy that directly hit the abbot of the Faquan.

At this time, the golden cymbals flew out of the cuffs of the abbot of Faquan and attacked Luo Zhengding even more fiercely. The golden cymbals quickly swept across the sky like lightning, full of power, and Luo Zhengding had no power to fight back. His body swayed slightly, a mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth, and he fell to the ground, unable to move.

On the other side, Jiang Lengyan saw that the abbot of Faquan attacked Luo Zhengding, and her heart tightened. She immediately swung her long sword and rushed towards the abbot of Faquan. However, Abbot Faquan did not take his eyes off Luo Zhengding, but only flicked Jiang Lengyan back a few steps with a flick of the golden cymbal.

At this moment, a golden bowl flew out of the cuffs of the abbot of Hosen, and the golden bowl spun in the air and shone brightly. The golden bowl smashed towards Jiang Lengyan, and the speed was unbelievable. Jiang Lengyan was shocked in her heart, and hurriedly swung her sword to resist, but the power of the golden bowl was too great, and she could only barely resist for a moment.

"Jiang Lengyan, today I want you to taste my awesomeness!" Abbot Faquan's tone was full of menace. His cuffs flicked, and a golden light flew out, it was the golden cymbal. The golden cymbals crossed a graceful arc in the air, heading straight for Jiang Lengyan.

Jiang Lengyan's face changed, and she knew that she had met a master. She reacted quickly, leaping to her feet, dodging the golden cymbal's attack. However, Abbot Faquan did not stop there, his cuffs shook again, and a golden light flew out and turned into a golden bowl. The golden bowl spun around in the air, and then flew towards Jiang Lengyan at an extremely fast speed, and Jiang Lengyan was hit by the golden bowl and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Abbot Faquan's face suddenly changed, he withdrew the golden bowl, and turned his gaze to Luo Zhengding. He seemed to hesitate, but finally chose to let Luo Zhengding go.

The sun was like water, and the cold sunlight sprinkled on the earth, sprinkled on the body of the woman who was struggling to attack the abbot of the Faquan, Lin Weiyin. Her sword, like a beam of light in the sun, was agile and swift, cutting graceful arcs through the air like a swimming dragon. And facing her was the abbot of Faquan, an old man holding a golden bowl.

Abbot Faquan smiled slightly, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes. He seems to be weak, but he can't defeat Lin Weiyin in dozens of rounds. This surprised and annoyed him. So, he suddenly flew out of his cuff a golden bowl, which flipped in his hand like flying, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Lin Weiyin.

Lin Weiyin was startled, but she didn't stop the sword in her hand. She knows that only by going all out can she have a chance of winning. So, with all her strength, she swung her sword and slashed at the golden bowl. The golden bowl flipped in the air, but instead of being split by the sword, it shook the sword lightly, sending it flying.

Lin Weiyin's face remained unchanged, and she immediately pulled out another short sword at her waist. The two swords were like two silver dragons, flying staggered in the air. The golden bowl of the abbot of Hosen also emitted a dazzling light at this time, as if it was about to illuminate the entire sky.

Lin Weiyin swung out a sword, and as soon as Abbot Faquan raised his hand slightly, a golden bowl flew out of his cuff and flew straight towards Lin Weiyin's chest. Seeing this, Lin Weiyin shouted, "Blood Soul Ring!" Her body suddenly emitted a strong red light, enveloping her whole body, sending the golden bowl flying.

Abbot Faquan smiled slightly and said, "At a young age, you actually have a hundred-year blood soul ring, but you haven't really comprehended the true meaning of martial arts. Lin Weiyin said unadmittedly: "Then let's compete and see who is more powerful!" ”

The two began a fierce competition, Lin Weiyin's swordsmanship was flexible and changeable, and Abbot Faquan's moves were more stable. Lin Weiyin kept attacking, and Abbot Faquan kept defending, and the strength of the two was comparable.

Suddenly, Lin Weiyin turned around, and the short sword was pointed directly at the throat of the abbot of Faquan. Abbot Faquan smiled slightly, stretched out his palm to block Lin Weiyin's attack. A soft glow emanated from his palm, shaking Lin Weiyin's short sword apart.

Lin Weiyin couldn't help but feel a burst of surprise, she had never met such a powerful opponent. She took a deep breath and attacked again. This time, she used a more powerful move, and Abbot Faquan saw that she could not win.

The abbot of Faquan used a robe to be even more famous. The abbot of Faquan suddenly shook his robe, only to see that the sky was dark and the wind was blowing. The abbot of Faquan shouted: "Covering the sky and covering the sun." ”

At this time, the four young knights - Lin Weiyin, Ai Chen, Jiang Lengyan and Luo Zhengding were swept under the sinkhole by the robes and supernatural powers. They were terrified and overwhelmed.

"What's wrong with us?" Jiang Lengyan asked in a panic.

"I don't know, it looks like I've been caught in a sinkhole." Luo Zhengding was also a little scared.

"Don't be afraid, we must find a way to escape." Ai Chen comforted everyone.

Jiang Lengyan prayed silently on the side, hoping that a miracle would appear.

Suddenly, there was a Buddha cry in the sky: "Amitabha, four donors, do it yourself." This is due to the supernatural power of the robes of the abbot of Faquan. ”