"Boom!" the red arrow shot into the crowd and exploded violently!

In the night, a huge spark bloomed, and the petals burst outward, and beams of dazzling red light burst out like meteors. Waves of air rushed wildly, whistling sharply, and crashing into each other in the crowd. The stream on the ground was steaming in an instant, and countless hot gases shot into the sky, shrouding the four sides in billowing white smoke.

Bing Fengzi stood proudly on the branch of the cypress tree, his left hand held the bow, and his right palm pulled the string again like a full moon, and the turbid qi in his body was entwined, flowing to his fingers, and a brilliant orange arrow was born out of thin air.

It is the seven-light divine arrow that Bing Fengzi relied on to become famous! With pure qi as the bone, turbid qi as the flesh, the seven-colored light collected in the extreme wilderness as the blood, and the essence, qi, and spirit of Bing Fengzi as the core. It hummed slightly, and once again aimed at the crowd, ready to go.

Zhi Hunt really saw the figures shaking in the red light and white mist, and the sounds of mourning, shouting, roaring, and beast hissing came and went.

The next moment, countless mountain rocks swept through the air, as big as a millstone, strange shapes, like dense hail covering the sky and the earth, "whirring" and smashing into the crowd. Nine people led the rocks all over the sky and rushed down the mountain road. He held a one-foot-sized, bonsai-like golden peak, from which a steady stream of rocks flew out, falling people on their backs, splashing water and soil, smashing out pits.

"Servant, that's one of the two Zhen Sect magic weapons of the Immeasurable Pure Land - Feilai Peak. The ten major gates of the Great Jin Dynasty have their own magic weapons to protect the mountain gates and suppress luck. Wang Ziqiao patted Zhi Zhenzhen on the shoulder, and said in a good time.

Zhi Hunt Zhen asked, "Sir, does the magic weapon have to be activated with pure qi?"

"Not really. Qing Feng replied, "Although martial artists who cultivate turbidity qi cannot use magic weapons, it is said that the divine powers of Buddhism can." ”

"Woo-" The beast's roar shook the earth, and the rock cracked and bounced apart. A majestic white elephant crashed out of the rain of rocks and flew through the air. Its bloody eyes burned like fire, its thick white fur was like a sword halberd, and its huge wings were burned and scarred, and blood flowed from its blackened wounds.

"Bang bang bang!" The white elephant had two wings and the wind was blowing, frequently slapping away the flying rocks, and the proboscis shook suddenly, like a giant python the size of a bucket hovering and devouring, rolling up a dozen mountain rocks in one breath, and throwing them at the nine pieces of rocks that pounced.

"What a beast!" Jiu Yan was forced to stop, holding the golden peak high, and concentrating on the clear qi. The golden peaks shook slightly, releasing a dazzling golden light, and as soon as the mountain rock that hit it touched the golden light, it immediately shrank like a grain of rice, and threw it into the golden peaks one by one.

The white elephant buries its head, flappes its wings, rushes, and pounces on it with a strong wind. The rocks slammed down on it and shook it down. The white elephant lifted the huge hooves on the table and stomped on the top of the nine heads.

Two jade-colored beams of light suddenly flashed across the night, white and shiny, crossed into scissors. "Click!" The jade-colored light scissors wrapped around the neck of the flying elephant, and the huge elephant's head "plopped" and fell, and the blood in the neck cavity spurted out like a column of water.

Yaoxia's figure floated in front of Jiu Yan, her heart moved slightly, her middle finger and index finger opened slightly, and a jade-colored light scissor flashed in mid-air, closing to the crowd below.

"Good one-handed spirit rhino scissors that cut off all the red dust!" Wang Ziqiao praised softly. This is Yaoxia's magic method - Lingxi Scissors. The master of refining the gods and returning to the void, the law is not only greatly powerful, but also one with itself, completely integrated into the two qi of clear and turbid, and comes and goes as soon as it is recruited by his heart.

Zhi Hunt really saw that where the spirit rhino scissors passed, the jade light was shining, and blood was splashing. The end is sharp and unmatched, unpredictable. While pondering how to imitate the Spirit Rhino Shear with swordsmanship, he said hesitantly: "This jade-colored light scissor seems to be a little intermittent. ”

Qingfeng looked at Zhi Zhenzhen in surprise: "Yaoxia's state of mind is not full, and it is still one step away from the realm of Lingxi Zhai's Lingxi Mind Method', and it is because the clear qi of the Lingxi scissors cannot be completely penetrated, and there are still some flaws." ”

With a loud sound of "Tong", a wind copper water mill Zen staff was like an angry dragon swooping into the air, slamming into the spirit rhino scissors, which was exactly where the jade light was intermittent.

The light burst out, the spirit rhino scissors were torn apart, and the shards of the bright light shot out, scattering into the clear air of heaven and earth. Yaoxia snorted lightly and retreated, a hint of blush flashed on her face, obviously being eaten by the spell.

"Bang!" a muddy iron water mill Zen staff was pulled out diagonally, intercepting a Jade Emperor Xuanqiongqing Qi that was striking from afar, and shattered it. Holding the staff are two bald monks, their eyes are like copper bells, their faces are bronze, and their sturdy bodies stand in the heavy rain like copper juice casting, faintly shining with metallic luster.

"Whoosh-" A second orange arrow vibrated and popped out, as fast as lightning, and teleported to. The two monks roared in unison, and the wind copper water mill Zen staff and the muddy iron water mill Zen staff waved each other, like two large grinding discs that rotated rapidly, facing the arrow light.

With a bang, orange light burst like rain, and sharp arrows fell into the grinding disc and were instantly crushed.

The jade-colored spirit rhino scissors swept across the night sky again.

The two monks' Zen sticks were staggered, the turbidity was agitated, and a dragon and a tiger opened their mouths and jumped out. The evil dragon spreads its teeth and dances its claws, the silver light is shining, the tiger shakes its head and tail, the golden light is shining, it is the martial arts law!

The dragon and tiger pounced on the light scissors and snapped them off. The Jade Emperor Xuanqiong Qing Qi that followed was swallowed by the dragon and tiger's mouth, and the yellow light arrows that Bing Fengzi shot one after another were also shaken open, and the rocks that collided in chaos collapsed next to the Zen staff, and shattered when the Zen staff was rubbed......

The two monks walked in a tiger step, and the two Zen sticks danced "whirring", forming a dragon and tiger with each other, blocking the stormy attacks of the Daomen one by one.

The billowing mist in all directions was dissipating, and Zhi Hunt really saw that the burdens, blankets, picks, and boxes below were broken and scattered. The scriptures, monks' robes, wooden fish, incense burners, bowls, prayer beads and other utensils were spilled out, soaked in water, tattered and unrecognizable, and a few grass futons emitted black smoke from burning.

Everywhere there were the corpses of mules and horses, the bodies of which were incomplete, and the blood stained the river red. Dozens of monks' corpses lay on the ground, the remains of severed limbs scattered all over the ground. Most of the remaining monks were wounded, and they formed a circle and turned outward, holding swords, Zen sticks, and iron rods, all of them looking sad and angry.

Three blood-stained white elephants stood outside the circle, their huge wings spread out like a solid barrier, firmly protecting the monks. Under the belly of the white elephant, an old monk sat cross-legged in the stream, looking calm, his soap-colored robe soaked by the heavy rain.

Qingfeng's eyes are as bright as substance, penetrating the wind and rain, and not leaving the old monk's side. As if unconscious, the old monk slowly flicked the dark brown rosary in his hand, his lips squirmed, and he recited the scriptures silently.

Refining Qi to rejuvenate the spirit...... No matter how many times Qingfeng used his spiritual power to probe, this old monk who seemed to be the head of the monk had no sense, and his cultivation was only refining qi and returning his spirit. Throughout the audience, except for the two monks who wielded their Zen sticks to return to the realm of refinement and refinement, the rest of them were all people who refined qi and returned to the gods, refining and refining qi.

Qingfeng hesitated for a while, fearing that the other party would be secretly ambushing the peerless master, and he didn't dare to press it rashly.

"That old monk is indeed refining qi and returning to the gods. Prince Qiao said leisurely, "I heard that Buddhism does not take cultivation as the upper and lower level, but only relies on the understanding of Buddhism. ”

"I see, thank you, sir. Qingfeng's heart relaxed, and with a flick of his fingers, a purple thunderbolt swept out, exploding in the night sky, echoing with the thunder and lightning roaring in the sky.

This is the signal for an all-out attack!