There is no hurry to stop it, Hu Renguang has already killed him.

"Demon monk, die!"

The blood knife was held high like a full string, and suddenly the light fell into four ways, and the four bloody lights were cut out in an instant, converging into a bloody "rice" character, and the hood came.

Before the knife came, the wind came first, and the swift knife wind pressed the monk's robe to hunt, and the resentful face also changed shape.

The grudge was motionless, as if he was protecting Feng Zhiping behind him, and just when everyone thought he would take it hard, another grudge suddenly appeared behind Hu Renguang, and the Zen staff swept straight to the back of his neck.

Hu Renguang seemed to have been prepared, and he didn't look at it and bowed his head quickly, so that while passing the Zen staff, the "rice" word knife turned sharply and sank into the ground, and the next moment, with him as the center, four blood-colored "rice" shaped knives burst out on the ground, which included Feng Zhiping and resentment in one fell swoop.

Feng Zhiping rolled sideways to avoid it, and the resentment stopped and jumped sideways.

Hu Renguang sneered, and the bloody knife chased the knife gang and inserted it into the surface, and the internal force poured out wildly.

"Bloody battle of the Eight Desolations, Pro!"

In an instant, the sword light was divided into two, four changed to eight or eight to sixteen, until sixty-four sword lights rose from the ground, overturning the ground and leaving Feng Zhiping and resentment without a foothold.

Trying to survive in the slit, Feng Zhiping endured the severe pain and retreated sharply, and was careful again and again with colors on his body, seven bloody mouths on his chest and back, and the unique bloody aura of the Blood Knife Gate took advantage of the weakness to enter, entangled in the meridians and the Yuanli silk thread fought continuously, Feng Zhiping was injured and injured, and the corners of his mouth continued to bleed.

No, you have to counterattack, you have to break the move!

Feng Zhiping knew that there was only one way to drag it out, so he had to use the "sword cage" that had been gathering momentum for a long time, and a clear drink accompanied by a familiar and unfamiliar sandalwood fragrance interrupted his thoughts, looking for the past, it was a grudge!

This fragrance Feng Zhiping was deeply impressed, he smelled it when he first saw the resentment, at first he thought it was born of incense or rosary beads, etc., and later when the two fell into the ground together, they found that it was not a foreign object, but it was born with a grudge.

This aroma used to smell good and have a calming effect, but now I realized that it is not only so simple, it also has the effect of dispelling evil.

The restless blood and qi quickly calmed down, and the blood color of the knife gang was also fading rapidly, as the blood color faded, the speed of the knife gang slowed down, Feng Zhiping was shocked to realize that this knife move still had a phantom effect, it was not so fast in itself, what was fast was the restless blood and spirit.

On the other hand, the resentment temperament is weird, and he recites Buddhist scriptures with a solemn appearance, but he always looks like he has an evil spirit.

Seeing that Feng Zhiping was out of danger, the resentful scriptures stopped, half of the clear and half of the hideous eyes looked at Hu Renguang, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a smile that was more evil than Hu Renguang, and the next moment disappeared in place.

"What about people?!"

Hu Renguang was startled, he couldn't hear footsteps in his ears, and there was nothing in his spiritual sense.

How did he avoid his spiritual sense?

Just when he was in doubt, there was a sudden chill in the back of his head, and he had no time to think about the blood knife following his instinct behind him, and with a bang, he struck heavily with the Zen staff.

The two parted abruptly, each fell back, and Hu Renguang was afraid that he would disappear again, so he forcibly took out the knife without waiting for his body to stabilize.

The knife gang was approaching, and he could only block the grid when he couldn't speed up, and the unstable figure fell back again, and the Zen staff was inserted into the ground and exited Zhang Xu Yuan before he could stop steadily.

Hu Renguang succeeded, but he was not happy, his eyes were chasing the grudge, and his spiritual sense was locked layer by layer.

This monk is too evil, and he is obviously walking the calm path of Songshan Temple, but his body is surprisingly fast, and his every move is full of contradictions.

The most contradictory thing is his breath, Hu Renguang studied the bloody power of yin and evil, and was the most sensitive to the power of righteousness and light in Songshan Temple, he was very sure that this monk was practicing authentic Buddhism, but he exuded an evil aura that was completely opposite to Buddhism, which made him full of doubts.

Is there a problem with the exercises at Songshan Temple, or is there a problem with this monk?

Or is there a problem with both, and this is the true nature of the Songshan Temple?

At this time, the others arrived one after another, Hu Renguang was in high spirits, and said loudly: "Sweeping the formation, cut off his retreat, don't let him have a chance to escape!"

Those who dared to come over were all rebellious, and they naturally didn't want to, but they didn't say much.

In their eyes, Hu Renguang and Yu Resentment are ridiculously strong, it's not that they don't dare to fight, but if there is no tacit understanding at this level, it is better not to help, and it is likely that it will not be able to help rashly.

Just when they were finding a good position to fight each other, there was a regeneration in the field, and one after another swords rose from the ground in a continuous piece, and there was almost no place for them to hide.

Not only on the ground, but also in the air!

Wisps of breeze appeared out of thin air, the wind direction was irregular, and two people didn't care about being swept by the wind, and there were blood marks where they touched, and bones could be seen deeply.

"Sword Wind!"

"It's a sword qi !!"

"Damn, where did the sword qi come from?!"

There is no way to live in the sky, there is no way to live on the ground, standing still can only wait for death, everyone has to dodge, their eyes swept over the grudge, and fell on Feng Zhiping.

"It's him!"

"How can he still have the strength?!"

Feng Zhili sneered and said nothing, feeling that the spiritual power of the sword in his hand was rapidly bottoming out, his free hand touched his back, pulled out the long knife and plunged it into the ground in front of him again.

The next moment, the sword gang rose again, interspersed in the sword gang, and there were many more fierce winds in the light wind, blowing in all directions, forcing people to retreat again and again.

"Two... Two blades?!" Goshuya

Everyone was dumbfounded, including Hu Renguang.

It's not uncommon to have two treasure blades at the same time, but it's strange that you can use the power of two treasure blades at the same time, and you can use it so extremely.

Could it be that he is one of those rare outliers, following the example of the former Duobao Dao people, who has refined more than one treasure blade since the beginning of the spiritual consciousness period?

What about exercises?

Could it be that the "Hundred Treasures" that had been lost for thousands of years reappeared in the world and was included in the Sword Marquis Mansion?

The resentment stood still, the only pure land under his feet, looking at Feng Zhiping, his evil eyes showed appreciation.

Since the first encounter, he has been full of good feelings for Feng Zhiping, not because of mundane things such as identity and appearance, but because of a natural good feeling, he feels that the two of them are the same kind of people, and they are both special existences that are different from ordinary people in this world.

It turns out that he is not mistaken, he is an outlier, and Feng Zhiping is more evil than him.

Not to mention anything else, just talk about the growth rate, this guy is more evil than him, every time they meet, he has improved by leaps and bounds, and to this day, he can't even see through him.

"It's not a natal weapon, but can you use two treasure blades at the same time?" muttered to himself, smiling playfully, "Interesting, but it seems to be different from what is written, not like his own strength, more like... Sacrifice?"

The secret method of sacrificing the treasure blade is not rare, it is rare because few people can use it, because this is not the right way, and it is quite extravagant, normal people have to go to a desperate situation as a last resort, and no one will exchange the treasure blade that is difficult to buy for a moment of strength.

In addition, the sacrifice is also divided into levels, burning the spiritual source is not as simple as it sounds, this is like burning firewood, it is easy to light firewood, how to make the firewood burn up to the maximum extent in the shortest possible time, this is not something that ordinary secret methods can do, and it is not something that everyone can withstand the spiritual power during the period.

The last time Feng Zhiping and Feng Zhiyou competed, he had the honor to watch, that was to marvel at Feng Zhiping's sacrificial speed, and now burning two treasure blades at the same time also released the power to such an extreme, he estimated that in terms of physique alone, Feng Zhiping was no less than Shenzang, and even approached the form.

Thinking of Feng Zhiping's amazing resilience, he smiled resentfully.

Since he can remember, there is only one person in the world who can understand him and tolerate him, and that is his mentor Xinhong Zen Master, and now there is one more, and he is more evil than him, he is very happy, happier than ever.

"I can't lose either!"

Grudging and laughing, he raised his hand to hold the Buddha beads on his chest.

Buddha beads like red sandalwood made, a total of one hundred and eight, looks very old, at the moment he held it, there was a faint halo from the one hundred and eight Buddha beads crossed, and then looked, let people have no reason to have a chill in their hearts.

At this moment, the two eminent monks of Zhaohui and Zhaoqing broke free from the restraints and rushed to the edge of the pelvic floor, and when they saw the resentful actions from a distance, their faces changed wildly, and they were terrified.

"Stop complaining, you can't move!!"

Hearing the resentment, the hand that was being pulled stopped, and he looked up, smiling brightly.

"The little monk's things, why can't the little monk move? The two uncles are not in a hurry, the little monk knows it in his heart, and he won't mess around. ”

"You dare!" Zhao Qing was in a hurry, and he almost scolded his mother because he never had a dirty mouth.

Zhao Hui raised her hand and pressed it, took a deep breath, and her face was serious: "Resentment, have you forgotten your master's words, do you want to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor?!"

The resentful expression froze, revealing a struggle.

The scenes of the past crossed his mind like a marquee, screams, begging for mercy, cursing, crying in pain, the sound was deafening, and he was stupid for a while.

Stuck in the swamp of memory, I don't know how long I struggled, a Buddha chant slowly sounded, clearing away all worries and distractions, occupying the entire mind.

Then, a kind-eyed monk appeared, with clear eyes and a gentle smile, which made people involuntarily calm down at a glance, and their hearts were full of peace.

"Karma is not karma, fruit is not fruit, there are numbers in the past life, and this life will be repaid. From today on, you are my apprentice, I give you the name of the law, I hope you cherish it, be cautious. ”

"Master..."

Looking at the front with a grudge, as if the teacher was in front of him, he bent his knees and slowly knelt down.

The left eye is still clear, the right eye is gradually gone, he unconsciously burst into tears, but his mouth is smiling, exuding peace and relief.

Feng Zhiping watched coldly, surprised by his changes, and paid special attention to his wrists.

I saw that the black qi on his face gradually receded, converging on the wrist of his right hand, and a string of Buddhist beads gradually appeared on the empty wrist, slowly condensing, and finally hung on it heavily.

"I'll go, what kind of magic weapon is this?"

Feng Zhiping was shocked, Rao was a man who had read ancient books and heard about secrets, and he had never heard of such a bizarre thing.

Lingbao, can it be born out of thin air in the body by itself?

The resentment did not explain, nor did he respond to Feng Zhiping's gaze, he looked down at his wrist and exhaled lightly.

"Fortunately, fortunately, Master saved me again, fortunately!"

At this time, Hu Renguang suddenly went against the current and attacked back in front of him, glanced at him with resentment, did not move, took out the crystal and turned his head and shook it towards Feng Zhiping.

"Concentrate, call it, I'll go first. ”

With that, the resentment disappeared without warning.

The bloody knife slashed through where he was and fell to the ground, and Hu Renguang was dumbfounded and looked around.

What about people?