"Whoosh-" Bing Fengzi shoots a fourth green arrow!

The arrows dragged the emerald green light through the night, flickering left and right, flickering and disappearing, constantly changing trajectories in the air, and it was difficult to predict the direction.

The two sides are separated by a hundred feet, and the speed of the emerald green light arrow should have been shot a long time ago, but it has always shuttled through the air, and it has not reached it for a long time.

Under the sense of qi and machine, the two monks sensed the threat of this light arrow, and the Zen staff "Huohuo" waved more and more urgently, and the wind and rain were difficult to penetrate. A dragon and a tiger circled the Zen staff and raised their heads and necks, staring at the trajectory of the green light arrow, as if facing a great enemy.

As soon as Zhi Hunt's heart moved, the moment when the seven-colored light arrow was about to arrive, it was the most terrifying. Is it the same with swordsmanship?

If the sword style is exhausted, it loses its change. Is the sword style more threatening? Can the exhausted sword style manage to regenerate and change? Does the sword move derived from the human killing machine contain the same wonderful principle of change? The wind between heaven and earth is impermanent, the clouds are impermanent, the grass and trees are withered, and the seasons change, can it be that we can also understand the true meaning of swordsmanship?

A series of questions flowed through Zhi Hunter's heart, arousing countless wonderful ideas. He witnessed this battle of the top grandmasters of the Eight Desolations, and his eyes were opened, and the benefits to the future of kendo were immeasurable.

A magnificent Jade Emperor Xuanqiongqing Qi descended from the sky and brushed towards the two monks!

The wind suddenly stopped, the raindrops suddenly disappeared, and even the night blurred the color...... The Jade Emperor Xuanqiong cleared his breath and brushed out an absolute blank area, as if a piece of the void had been dug out.

Zhang Wuyi stands proudly at the foot of the mountain, as if standing on the high clouds, with his palms facing each other, hugging his chest, like a virtual ball, ten fingers or riding or warping, pinching the technique.

The smoke and haze hall emerges in the Jade Emperor's Xuanqiong Qingqi, above the palace, a heavenly gate is towering, majestic and magnificent, like a dazzling giant god standing on the sky, overlooking all living beings.

Jade Emperor Palace, the town palace law - Nantianmen!

The phase of law has not yet fallen, and the qi of the two sides has already touched. The two monks' knees bent suddenly, their faces turned purple, and the two goose-egg-thick Zen sticks groaned and bent in an arc. "Rumble!" The radiant gate of heaven fell straight down, the four fields shook, the mountains and rivers cracked, and the earth let out a mournful cry overwhelmed.

This is the mighty of heaven!

It is the unkindness of the Lord of Heaven who regards all things as a dog!

"Boom!" In a deafening loud sound, the Nantianmen Dharma Xiang suddenly hit the Zen staff. "Click, click!" The two Zen sticks broke back and forth, and the pieces were splashed. The corners of the two monks' lips were bleeding, their faces were like gold paper, and their limbs couldn't help but tremble.

Zhang Wuyi spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time and staggered back. He forcibly urged out the incomplete Nantianmen Dharma, and with one enemy and two, his internal organs had already been damaged.

The emerald green arrow flashed in a flash, as if emerging from the hidden void, and an arrow pierced through the dragon and tiger law phase, and exploded violently. A dragon and a tiger roared and scattered, and the two monks spurted blood from their mouths, and their bodies were shaky.

Fat Suo pounced from the other side of the mountain road, and the sack in his hand was thrown out like a dark cloud. In mid-air, the sack swelled sharply as if it was full of air, and the mouth of the sack continued to expand, like a huge black cavern, covering the top of the two monks' heads.

A huge suction force was born from the mouth of the sack, and the robes of the two monks were torn upward, and the soles of their feet involuntarily detached themselves from the ground, and their bodies floated up, throwing themselves into the mouth of the sack little by little.

Suddenly, a monk's body swelled rapidly, his limbs stretched, his chest and back bulged, the monk's robe cracked, and the rags scattered in all directions. The monk grew into a little giant about ten feet tall, his muscles were like shiny copper blocks, his muscles were like shiny copper blocks, his green tendons were writhing like steel bars, and two huge palms the size of a fan grabbed the mouth of the sack and pulled hard.

The suction of the sack suddenly decreased, and another monk took advantage of the situation to break free and fall to the ground. Before he could stand firmly, a wisp of smoke approached silently from behind him, as fast as a ghost, and swirled around the monk before sprang away.

"Whoosh-" Hundreds of slender blood mouths bloomed from the monk's body, and the blood flowed wildly, and a cloud of black mist gushed out from each blood mouth, resembling a tiger's head, revealing a fierce appearance, exuding an eerie knife aura. It is the sign of being hit by the Yin Nine White Tiger Seven Evil Blades.

The next moment, the jade light of the spirit rhino scissor crossed mercilessly, and the monk broke off at the waist and fell to the ground in blood.

At the same time, the monk, who had turned into a giant, suddenly had a convulsive face and let out a scream that was not like a human voice. Cyan vines came out of his nostrils, ear holes, mouth, and eye sockets, wrapping around his whole body, dancing strangely. The monk's massive body quickly shrunk, his muscles dried up, and he turned into a skinny skeleton, which was then sucked in by the sack.

The mouth of the sack automatically tightened, and it shook a little, as if it had a full burp, and floated back into the fat man's hand.

Zhi Hunt really looked secretly frightened, and the fat sack was just upside down, at least there were traces to follow. The Mu Venerable's Wood Technique is mysterious and invisible, and it is impossible to prevent it. Even if he cultivated the witch spirit and had a sharp and superhuman senses, he couldn't see how those vines and grasses were planted into the monk's body.

Yaoxia, Zhang Wuyi, Yin Jiuyou and others no longer had any scruples, and approached one after another, surrounding the remaining monks. The three-headed white elephant snorted angrily, flapped its giant wings, and lifted a monstrous column of water.

Wang also moved his hands and feet slightly. Prince Qiao let out a long laugh, but he didn't see his movements, and the three-headed white elephant slowly knelt on the ground, slumped, and fell to death silently.

All the people of the Dao Sect are united in their hearts, and Wang Ziqiao's hand is purely spiritual power to cross hundreds of zhang to kill the enemy, which is really domineering, at least it is also a high-level realm of refining the Void and Combining the Dao. A hint of discoloration flashed in Zhang Wuyi's eyes, this wild Taoist has no door and no faction, and if he cultivates to such a state, he must have a wonderful inheritance, most likely because he has obtained some immortal mansion ruins. If the Jade Palace is allowed to take ...... He secretly looked around, and everyone looked vague and thoughtful.

These bald men are full of blood, it is better to let my tiger swallow it, and save it from waste. The Yin Nine Ghost laughed, and his ghostly eyes swept greedily over the monks, as if staring at a group of lambs to the slaughter.

The monks angrily held their swords and glared angrily, clearly swearing to fight to the death. The old monk still sat cross-legged with his prayer beads in his hand, but the chanting sound became louder and louder: "The Buddha told Subodhi, all Bodhisattvas Mahasattva, should subdue their minds as follows: all sentient beings, if they are oviparous, if they are viviparous, if they are wet, if they are incarnated, if they are colored, if they are colorless......

"If you think, if you don't think, I will make it impossible to enter nirvana and extinguish it......" A little novice in cloth threw away his sword, came out of the crowd, limped behind the old monk and sat down, and joined in the recitation. He looked like he was about fourteen or five years old, and his right leg was hit by a rock and was dripping with blood. The face is quite delicate, the pure eyes are black and bright, and when it blinks, it gives birth to a bit of eccentricity.

"Su Bodhi, Su Bodhisattva has my appearance, human appearance, sentient beings, and longevity appearance, that is, non-Bodhisattva ......" The monks sat down one after another, chanting in their mouths, and the sadness on their faces gradually subsided, as if immersed in the subtle meaning of the Buddhist scriptures, as if no one was around.

"A bunch of fools pretending to be ghosts!" Yin Jiuyou impatiently turned into light smoke and rushed straight up.

"Bang-" The golden light flashed, shaking Yin Jiuyou out violently. With the old monk as the center, a circle of scorching golden light lit up all around, shaped like a circle, just surrounded the monks. As the monks chanted non-stop, the golden light became more and more abundant, giving birth to a condensed and heavy texture.

King Kong subdued the demon circle! Prince Qiao is silent, this is the most mysterious Buddhist supernatural power, which is only related to the perception of Buddhist scriptures and righteousness, and has nothing to do with the level of cultivation.

"Huhu-" As soon as the nine people rushed to the peak, the rocks flew out and smashed into the monks like a storm. The golden circle of light emitted brilliant brilliance, and the rock collided, and it was split in an instant. The people of the Daomen then shot one after another, and for a moment a strange light burst out, and the energy was surging. The golden aperture of light was like an iron wall, standing still, blocking all the bombardments one by one.

"Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, should be view......ed as such" The chanting sound of the monks echoes like a bell, and the whistling wind and rain seem to be impregnated, becoming ethereal and mysterious. The little novice seemed to have an understanding, and reached out to catch the falling raindrops, and the corners of his lips smiled, like a pure white lotus slowly blooming.

"You stay here first. Qingfeng said warmly to Zhi Hunting, his eyes froze, and he took a step down the mountain without slowness.

With this step, the Vajra Demon Circle shook violently, and the chanting of the monks was interrupted.

The second step out, the Vajra Demon Circle was dim, and the monks' faces were pale, and they all spurted blood in unison.

The third step out, the Vajra Demon Circle fell apart and exploded, and the monks flew around, not knowing life and death.

"Kill them all. "The breeze stood at the foot of the mountain, looking calm. The old monk fell down beside his mud-free white cloud socks, and he was already dead.

"This seat likes to kill people the most!" the Yin Nine Phantom Monster smiled and rushed out first, blood splattering everywhere, and black mist surging heavily.

Suddenly, a roar broke through the air.

The wind and rain suddenly stopped, and the thunder and lightning were also quiet, as if the roaring heaven and earth were in peace in this amazing roar.

A look of surprise appeared on Qingfeng's calm face for the first time.

In the distance, a huge shadow loomed in the distance, speeding at an unimaginable speed, and the stagnant water mixed with mud along the way splashed, forming an invincible gray dragon!