The mountain wind is howling.

Yang Ge walked towards the Holy Flame Hall step by step against the wind, and the momentum on his body became stronger with each step forward, and the terrifying qi machine affected the vitality of heaven and earth, and the wind surged.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The black-clothed old monk standing on top of the Holy Fire Hall stared at the rolling clouds that were overwhelming, folded his hands and chanted a Buddha horn, and said slowly in the old man's unique earnest tone: "The Zhao family cares about human life, poisons living beings, and repeatedly designs laymen, why should the laymen abandon their family and business, be born and die for the Zhao family?" ”

Yang Ge didn't answer, and slashed towards the Holy Fire Hall, and the sword qi sprayed thin like a match, piercing through the Holy Fire Hall straight.

Only a "bang" was heard, and tiles flew all over the sky, and another figure rose from the Holy Fire Hall.

Yang Ge looked closely, and saw that the man was thin and swarthy, holding an ancient clumsy prayer wheel, wearing a bright orange monk's robe, and his long gray hair was woven into two large braids with gold, silver and gemstones...... At a glance, a rugged momentum unique to the grassland came to his face.

"Good eyesight!"

The man fell to the top of the temple, raised a palm, and said solemnly in a deep nasal accent: "This seat is here to dissolve the ...... of the laymen."

The feeling of drawing his sword and looking around at a loss as if he was the enemy of the entire heaven and earth made Yang Ge feel angry and anxious, and he wanted to slash out all the true qi around his body with one sword, and he had the urge to destroy himself either by killing the enemy or by killing himself.

Seeing the legs of the two monks off the ground, Yang Ge pulled out the afterimage of the sky, spanning dozens of zhang of space in an instant, and when the two monks were caught off guard, he swung his sword like a storm, pulling the two monks into the attack range at the same time, not giving them another chance to attack the rogue sound.

It is the 'snow drifting world' that made Zhang Xuansu jump up and down in the past!

If you can't fight hand-to-hand combat, then fight from a distance!

He wanted to see if the two old bald asses could withstand his indiscriminate bombardment.

"Bell ......"

I only know that if these two monks can maintain the intensity of Fang Cai's sound attack, he may not be able to get close to the two old bald donkeys.

As soon as the knife came out, a golden knife as bright as the morning sun was like a broken bamboo, and dozens of knives were broken in a row, and the sound of rolling slashed the golden bell.

"Talk about your mother!"

But if the two of them can't hold on, he can grab one of them and beat him to death.

These two old bald donkeys, their true qi is as vast as the sea, and the methods of Buddhism are unpredictable, and they are definitely the top masters of the land immortals.

"Bell!"

'The heart is like ice, the sky is not shocked, all changes are still calm, and the spirit is calm......

And Yang Ge in mid-air flew more than ten feet after the anti-shock force, and as soon as he stabilized his body, he pounced more fiercely, and slashed Huashan towards the huge golden bell with one move: "Spring thunderstorm!" ”

Just when Yang Ge's heart was heavy, the two old monks on the top of the Holy Fire Hall were also shocked.

The light of residual strength fell, and the Mingjiao Holy Fire Hall on the top of the light was still standing except for the two monks, and the surrounding area had been razed to the ground, and there were still traces of ice and snow on the exposed mountain rocks.

The two of them had already overestimated Yang Ge's combat power as much as possible, but Yang Ge's sword slashing horn made the two of them know...... I'm afraid I still underestimate this world-famous "Zhongshenjun" Yang Erlang!

The prayer wheel in the hands of the red-robed old monk also turned out an afterimage, and the Sanskrit sound that was obviously incomprehensible but upsetting and surging was like a thousand subwoofers roaring around Yang Ge.

Seeing this, the black-clothed old monk raised the volume of the lion's roar again, and the rolling sound wave almost condensed into a bright halo that could not be seen by the naked eye.

He silently recited the "Drifting Snow Jue" mental method that he had not reviewed for a long time, calmed his mind and calmed his qi and blood, and looked at the two old bald donkeys who fell back into the distance again on the roof of the Holy Fire Hall with a slight heaviness in his heart.

But the martial arts of these two people are in the same vein, and they join hands to complement each other with 1+1>3...... Some are incomprehensible.

As soon as the knife came out, thousands of sword qi were like an avalanche, pouring down mightily and unstoppably.

It is said that as soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

"Boom ......"

The light top trembled, shook and rolled down the stones, and the terrifying aftermath formed a ripple like a fiery cloud in mid-air, and everywhere it passed, all the rocks in the mountains and forests turned into powder, and even Tang Xiong and Yang Potian, who were fighting in the distance, were squeezed down the top of the mountain by this residual energy......

The overwhelming sword qi slashed at the golden bell phantom in front of the black-clothed old monk, and let out a majestic muffled sound, suppressing the Sanskrit sound in an instant.

The black-robed old monk took a deep breath, opened his mouth and shouted: "Zha! ”

Under the vast sea-like strength of the two of them, it was like smoke under a strong wind, and the ice melted before it could explode.

With one enemy and two enemies, they can still fight for one of them...... This is even more perverted than that old enemy in Longhu Mountain!

After the two monks exchanged glances without a trace, the black-clothed old monk spoke again: "Yang Jushi, everything has a solution, I might as well sit down and chat calmly......

As soon as the sword qi dissipated, Yang Ge, who was hidden behind the sword qi, stepped forward, and with a move with a red face, he slashed Huashan, and the slashing wave broke through the rolling sound wave in front of him, and directly took the black-clothed old monk who was screaming in the rear.

The golden bell exploded, the two monks flew back, and the golden sword qi rubbed the robes of the two and landed on the Holy Fire Hall, leveling the majestic and majestic Holy Fire Hall.

"Boom ......"

Yang Ge took the opportunity to retreat with the force of the shock, retreating a hundred and ten zhang, and stood in the void in the vast blue darkness.

Seeing this, the two monks flew back together.

The two monks who fell into Yang Ge's knife curtain were not panicked, only to see the black-robed old monk shouting angrily, and his already burly body swelled like a blow, tearing a black monk's robe, revealing a knotted flesh and muscles that were as golden as pure gold, and facing Yang Ge with an impermeable knife qi.

Suddenly, I saw a bronze golden bell phantom appear out of thin air in front of the black-clothed old monk, and the terrifying golden sound wave was like a dragon absorbing water, rolling towards the waterfall-like knife qi, which was the roar of the Buddhist lion!

The red-robed old monk sat cross-legged in the air, unhurriedly turned the prayer wheel, and silently recited the scriptures in a low voice, and the chanting sound as low as mosquitoes and flies turned into a deafening and pervasive Sanskrit sound under the blessing of the lion's roar.

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Ge below had already swept away the thousands of troops with an expressionless face, and swept towards the two monks on the top of the hall with a knife.

If it is one-on-one, the pressure on him from these two people is actually far less than that of the old Deng Zhang Xuansu of Longhu Mountain.

Seeing this, the two monks on the top of the hall opened their mouths and shouted: "Wow! ”

The dazzling internal qi of the Buddha Gate condensed into a huge golden phantom in front of the two of them, amplifying the roar of the lion, and facing the falling snow and bright sword qi like a tsunami.

You must know that Yang Erlang's knife is essentially one against two!

Yang Ge interrupted his chatter impatiently, then opened his mouth and took a deep breath, turning into a dazzling sword light and swooping down, more than thirty zhang apart, a majestic snow bright sword qi like the wings of Kunpeng hanging from the sky struck the two monks on the top of the hall from top to bottom.

He didn't know the set of lion roars and the Sanskrit sound of the life, and the consumption of these two old bald donkeys.

Leng Yuebao's sword slashed at his body, and there was only a loud sound of "bell-bell-bell" between gold and iron, and even the old monk's oily skin couldn't be broken.

The red-robed old monk behind the black-clothed old monk held the prayer wheel with his hands folded, and the hazy Buddha light was released around his body, and a three-zhang high eight-armed white elephant virtual image was condensed on the old monk's body, and the white elephant held an axe, three prongs, vajra, prayer wheel, conch, snake, rope sleeve, prayer beads and other magic instruments to Yang Ge together.

This time, Yang Ge was hit up and down by the two of them's indiscriminate bombardment, jumping up and down, and retreating again and again......

At the right time, on the top of a towering pine treetop that is no more than 100 zhang away from the top of the light, Zhang Xuansu, who is wearing a straw hat with branches, is holding half a carrot in one hand and clenching his fist in the other hand to secretly cheer for the two monks: "Left hook, right hook, are you walking on two legs?" Attack him in three ways! Yes, yes, yes, just beat this disrespectful bastard boy hard...... Click, click! ”

Seeing that Yang Ge was beaten by the black-clothed old monk and vomited blood, Zhang Xuansu smiled and stuffed the carrot into his mouth and took two big bites.

……

In the end, it is difficult to defeat four hands with two fists, Yang Ge was caught by the old monk in black after more than forty moves, and smashed four or five punches on him in a row, his internal organs were injured, and his breath was chaotic, so he had to step on the ground with one foot and fly back with his strength.

As soon as the two monks were about to pursue, they saw a sword-like qi slashing at their faces, and they didn't dare to carry it, so they could only give up the pursuit and join forces to slap a palm to shatter the knife qi.

After pulling away from the distance, Yang Ge turned his head and spat out a large mouthful of bloody thick phlegm, took a few deep breaths, forced himself to calm down, and tried to think of a way to defeat the enemy.

The ultimate is useless!

The sound attack technique of these two old bald donkeys that complements each other can be called incomprehensible.

Hand-to-hand fighting, it's useless!

The black-clothed old monk's Vajra Incorruptible Divine Skill has almost been refined to the Transformation Realm, and it can't be broken at all without accumulating strength.

It's a perfect combination that can be far and close, and can resist and fight!

'Oh, that's not right! ’

Yang Ge's mind spun around several times, and suddenly a flash of inspiration: "I don't stare at the crispy skin to control the fight, what is the strength of a half-flesh with armor stacked?" ’

"But if I don't get rid of this half-meat, I can't get close to that crispy body......

In the distance, the two monks who had the upper hand in the hand-to-hand struggle gradually regained their confidence, and the red-robed old monk put away the white elephant law, put up a single hand and stepped forward, and his voice was like a Hong Zhong: "Yang Jushi, there is a way that is suitable for resolving grievances and not knots, as long as you are willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, the Zhao family can give the layman, and the descendants of the immortal heaven can give more, please think twice, put down the butcher's knife as soon as possible, and turn back to the shore!" ”

The red-robed old monk was saying something, Yang Ge didn't listen to it at all, he pondered for a long time, and finally clenched his fists, and secretly made up his mind: "Yes, the crit flow can't be beaten, just take the attack speed flow, as long as you can drag down the cooperation of these two old bald donkeys, you can find a chance to slaughter that chattering crispy control with a knife, and as soon as he dies, there is only a lump of half meat left, isn't that the fish on my chopping board?" ’

"Do you think you've won?"

Yang Ge, who had made up his mind, laughed, and adjusted his boiling qi and blood with the rhythm of his breathing: "No, this is just the beginning!" ”

As he spoke, countless fragments of remnants floated from the wreckage of the Holy Flame Hall, gathering behind Yang Ge like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, shining brightly.

Seeing this, the red-robed old monk in the room slowly shook his head compassionately and helplessly: "Let's go, the layman doesn't understand the scriptures, and the old monk can only drink with his fists and feet, hoping to help the ...... earlier."

"Juju Juju...... You're a big mother! ”

Yang Ge jumped to his feet, and swooped down with a single sword, and thousands of remnants of soldiers were under his control, swarming up like a swarm of bees crossing the border, rushing towards the two monks from all directions.

Seeing this, the red-robed old monk stepped back behind the golden black-clothed old monk, put his hands together, and the eight-armed white elephant phantom reappeared.

At the same time, the golden black-clothed old monk's bearded palms were pushed out one after another, and the palm technique was soft and swift like the wind sweeping the leaves, but the palm strength was as fierce as the stormy waves.

"Bang."

The sword qi was shattered, Yang Ge rushed out, swept the thousand troops with one knife and swept towards the two monks, and slashed out with one knife, completely ignoring the result, and volleyed back to attack the two monks from the side.

Seeing this, the two monks changed their positions under their feet, and the black-clothed old monk shouted angrily and waved his palms again to meet Yang Ge, and the eight-armed white elephant phantom picked up the axe and halberd and the vajra to meet the sword qi.

Yang Ge's talisman sword qi shattered, and once again split Huashan with one move to take the center of the second monk, and at the same time turned back again, bypassing the black-clothed old monk and attacking the red-robed old monk.

The second monk had no choice but to continue to change directions......

The three of them fought faster and faster, their palms flying with strength and sword qi, and there were countless remnants of soldiers in the middle to disturb them.

The eight-armed white elephant phantom was in it, as if a clumsy giant was chasing a flea in a circle, completely unable to keep up with Yang Ge's attack.

From a distance, I saw countless brilliant sword lights revolving around the two monks, and even Zhang Xuansu gradually couldn't tell which of the remnants surrounding the two monks was Yang Ge's true body......

And the second monk, who was also gradually unable to keep up with Yang Ge's offensive, was naturally more anxious.

In the blink of an eye, the hundred and ten folds had passed, and Yang Ge's offensive gradually overwhelmed the cooperation of the two monks.

The red-clothed old monk saw that Yang Ge's blade was grazing the black-clothed old monk several times and approaching within three feet of him, and in a state of panic, he actually tried to use two things, while making the white elephant phantom wield an axe, a triprong, and a vajra to resist the attack from all directions, while making the white elephant phantom turn the prayer wheel, pluck the rosary and cast the life-seeking Sanskrit sound, trying to forcibly force Yang Ge back......

But with two hearts, the speed of thinking will inevitably slow down, and the impermeable axe, triprong, and vajra will have a slight flaw when they land.

Yang Ge, who had been circling the red-robed old monk, instantly grasped this flaw, and with a thought, the fragments of the remnants of the army shot at the golden black-clothed old monk from all directions, and he fought hard to hit the vajra, gritted his teeth and raised his knife and dodged up......

"Poof."

Under the blessing of the true qi condensed into a line around him, the Cold Moon Treasure Knife broke through the true qi of the red-robed old monk's body without any suspense, and stabbed into his dantian, and the violent sword qi disrupted the strength of the red-robed old monk's body in an instant.

And Yang Ge, who had also lost most of his body protection blades, also had his shoulder blade on his left shoulder smashed by the vajra pestle of the white elephant phantom, and he himself heard the sound of fried copper beans.

At the last moment, Yang Ge didn't dare to stay at all, holding the Cold Moon Treasure Knife against the soft body of the red-robed old monk, and desperately rushed forward......

By the time the black-clothed old monk broke through the disturbance of the remnants of the remnants of the sky, and when he looked back, Yang Ge had already rushed out dozens of feet away with the red-robed old monk!

"Puff puff."

After Yang Ge rushed out of the black-clothed old monk's attack range, he immediately swung the Cold Moon Treasure Knife, dismantling the red-robed old monk who had only one breath left in the air, and then twisted his body and kicked his head volley towards the black-clothed old monk chasing behind him.

The black-clothed old monk didn't see his movements clearly, only to see a black, round object flying towards him, and smashed it with a punch that he didn't want to think about.

"Bang ......"

The white greasy tofu scum pounced on the black-clothed old monk's face.

In mid-air, Yang Ge's lips trembled and he turned around slowly, pointed at the black-clothed old monk with an expressionless knife, and said, "It's your turn!" ”

The black-clothed old monk realized what he had done, he glanced at his fist, then looked at the tofu scum all over his body, and forced his calm hands to fold and said: "The victory and defeat are divided, what if you end today...... If you continue to fight, the layman will have no chance of winning! ”

"Oh? Is it? ”

As soon as the black-clothed old monk's words fell, a gloating laugh came from the side.

As soon as the two turned their heads together, they saw Zhang Xuansu, who was wearing a straw hat on his head, with his hands behind his back, holding his small belly, and swaggering into the air with steps that his six relatives did not recognize: "What if you add the old way?" ”

Yang Ge looked at him, slowly raised the corners of his lips, and the murderous intent became more and more chilling: "Finally willing to end?" ”

Zhang Xuansu looked at him in surprise: "Do you know that Lao Dao is on the side?" ”

Yang Ge sneered: "What do you say? ”

He didn't actually sense the old guy's qi, but he was sure that this bull-nosed old man must be there.

Longhu Mountain is too close to Huangshan.

To say that others don't know what tricks Yang Potian is playing, Yang Gexin.

But if you want to say that this bull-nosed old man doesn't know what tricks Yang Potian is playing, he doesn't believe it when he kills Yang Ge.

"Why don't you say you're smart!"

Zhang Xuansu rolled up his sleeves with a smile: "Say, why do you want to concoct this old bald donkey today......

Yang Ge pointed at him with a horizontal knife: "Where do you call, where do you go back, if you don't leave, I will kill you together!" ”

Zhang Xuansu was stunned, and then scolded like thunder: "Bastard, Dao Ye is here to help you, don't bite Lu Dongbin, don't know the hearts of good people!" ”

Yang Ge grinned, but his eyes became more and more cold: "I won't say it a third time, where to fight, where to go back, if you don't leave, I'll stay today...... Or, you can try to join forces with the old bald donkey to kill me, and take a gamble to see if I can pull you on your back! ”

Zhang Xuansu said angrily with a red face when he heard this: "Shaft, dare to bully my old and weak......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Yang Ge had already raised his knife and pounced.

Zhang Xuansu's face changed greatly, and he turned around and ran without thinking about it, scolding as he ran: "You fucking neurotic, neurotic......"

The black-clothed old monk in the room, seeing Yang Ge chasing Zhang Xuansu away, also turned around and ran away.

Yang Ge chased Zhang Xuansu for dozens of feet, and when he saw that Zhang Xuansu had disappeared as soon as he ran away, he turned around and set up a knife light and chased towards the black-clothed old monk.

It's just that he has dragged down the two monks with the attack speed flow, and he has exhausted most of his true qi, and his strength is not strong at the moment, plus his internal organs and shoulder blades are injured, and he will be against the blood as soon as he raises his qi, so he can only drop out far behind the old monk in black, recovering his strength and calming his injuries while walking......

(End of chapter)