The loss of the dragon sword drove the phoenix to soar above the nine skies, the air was thin, the wind was extremely cold, and the disaster was not a single line, but it was the moon and the night, and the expression was in a trance.

Holding the broken mountain fowl orange order tightly in his hand, the mask was already full of sadness, but what, what is it? Honghong, the situation has really come to fight for his life?

The moon has no night and cloud, as if the immortal power in the body has been dispersed, the art of controlling the beast is difficult to maintain, the burning phoenix disappears in an instant, and the red-clothed face armor lingers like a song, holding the broken arrow like a maple leaf falling from a high altitude.

The wind was howling wildly, and even if it took all the effort, it still couldn't catalyze the feather to become a spirit beast phoenix again, or a catastrophe, and the end of life was such an accident.

Unwilling, unwilling, lingering like a song bit his fingers and sprinkled blood and ink, and shouted: "Expose Xuanhuang, explore Hongmeng, heaven and earth have spirits, chaos and desolation;

I saw that the purple qi was slowly wrapping around my body, and it was actually an auspicious cloud.

It was considered to stabilize his body, but in an instant, the clouds and smoke were gone. The body sank, and there was no strength to fight against heaven and earth.

Either fate should not be extinguished, or good and evil will be rewarded. The astigmatism spirit body was separated from the heart and floated in the air, only to see Da Lang's face was red, and his little hand was holding on to the red placket, but although he had the Tao to do it, he still couldn't save it.

Unwilling, unwilling, at that moment, Ying Ruge remembered a person's name in his mind.

"You Lingxi, return!"

In an instant, the light of fire came out from within, shining on the earth, and the night was as bright as day. I saw that the white-clothed warrior who was extremely handsome and like a woman appeared invisible, hugged Ying Ruge sideways, and said respectfully: "Lord, Mo Gongzi is in trouble!"

In just one word, it is like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, You Lingxi, You Lingxi, why did you recall Youlingxi?

When he returned to the earth, he waved his sleeves and ordered: "You Lingxi, return, no matter who you are, no one threatens, there is no forgiveness!

You Lingxi was respectful, and the light and shadow dissipated after the gesture. Ying Ruge's body was paralyzed, he fell to his knees, and his fists were weak to beat the earth, hate!

got up again, drew a formation in the air with the blood dripping from his fingers, and shouted: "Thirteen hated ······"

The heart is more than enough but the strength is not enough, the thirteen famous swords are just like a mirage, and a bright picture appears, and it is nothingness in the end.

When he was helpless, in a faint light, Da Lang gently put his little hand on Yingruge's shoulder from behind, and the little boy's infant spirit stopped talking. However, Yingru Song stopped moving, turned around, and saw that Da Lang was in a hurry, and he actually burst into tears.

The baby spirit was still frowning, but she didn't know how to comfort her. Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of oppression struck, and it was actually from the lingering song.

The brother who saved himself has no face armor, and his face is gentle with tears in the corners of his eyes, as if he is pleading, but in this plea, Da Lang has never been afraid, a kind of instinctive and primitive fear.

The night is cold and the wind is freezing, and the secluded mountain temple is left with insects and birds in addition to "whirring". In the innermost Chaimen monk's room in the upper nunnery, there was a distinguished guest, but from time to time, the heart-rending cries of pain were repeated again and again, again and again.

There were two old monks guarding outside, but they were sitting cross-legged and meditating, as if they had never heard movement in the house.

The long-eyebrow old monk said in an old voice: "Unconscious junior brother, what is the difference between the singer chanting the Buddha and the scholar chanting the Buddha?"

The long-haired old monk pondered for a while, and replied: "The singer is important, and the scholar is important?"

The long-eyebrow old monk smiled and said nothing, the wind "whirred" was more vigorous, the long-haired old monk slapped his palm on the ground and flew up cross-legged, opened his arms, the golden light was shining, and the true Buddha fell into the dust, only to hear: "The dust is endless, and the butcher's knife smelts blood to destroy the floating slaughter!"

A move of the Buddha's compassion, the gold seal of the word "swastika" is like an angry wind god Fei Lian suddenly attacked. In an instant, the darkness was dispelled by the golden light, and after the Buddha's light dimmed, it turned out to be thirteen black-clothed warriors.

The long-haired old monk landed steadily, his body was as straight as loose, and there was no rickety posture that the elderly often appeared. The hands are knotted with the Buddha seal, and the sound of "my Buddha is compassionate".

The black-clothed warriors drew their long swords one after another, and the white light was clear, as if they were predicting that a bloody storm was coming.

Thirteen white blades stabbed out together, the old monk who practiced in the hidden world had never seen such a swordsmanship, it was simple and fast, and he defeated the enemy with one move.

The sword stabbed out the move, and the sound of the wind fell.

The golden light Buddha seal was shattered by the black-clothed warrior, like glass shattering and turning into nothingness.

It's the wind and the clouds are flying!

The three black-clothed warriors were swords with cold light, and the same move swords stabbed out, like a cold wind blowing away the clouds of the lonely peak.

The long-haired old monk felt pressure, Buddha Yuan lifted it violently, made a lion's roar, was very angry, and shouted: "Flying and domineering junior, angry......"

didn't make a move, but when he saw the wind suddenly, he retreated from the swordsmen.

"Senior brother, after repenting of your sins for fifty years, you must not start killing again!"

The long-eyebrow old monk also stood up, but it was Long Zhong who was old, thin and small. The face is full of kindness, but it is vaguely terrifying.

"Ladies and gentlemen, why did you come to my small temple in the mountains?"

The black-clothed warrior was silent, and the leader threw out a few beautiful sword flowers, attacking again. It is faster than a sword, and a sword is more ruthless than a sword.

It's gin and the song has nothing to do with Fengyue!

The sword blossoms fell, the white light dimmed, and the blood dripped down.

The old monk of Changmei did not move, and felt that the Buddha was shining in the world, and fought back with a palm, and at first glance saw the "swastika" word Buddha printing from the mountains and the sea. Seeing that the black-clothed warriors had injured the old monk guarding the door, they dispersed one after another.

Ren is left wrist is bleeding non-stop, the old monk with long eyebrows is still as steady as a mountain, the ability of the Buddha Yuan continues to improve, and the black-clothed warrior reproduces the wind-breaking sword array "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying"!

The two moves meet and each dissipates.

The long-haired old monk was as angry as a big insect in the mountains, his robe was windless, and he was about to wear and tear his cultivation to torture and kill everyone with extreme moves, but he felt that the surrounding air heated up in an instant.

The moon has no stars, but in an instant, the sky is full of fire, and the wind is coming slowly. Looking at the source, it looks like a blood flame, like a precursor to the killing of the demon god.

Lingering like a song, the ghost master of this twilight cold building is actually a red hair moving with the wind, and his half-naked upper body is also covered with scars.

What's even more strange is that this person's right eye has an extra tattoo for no reason, like a dragon and a phoenix, like a ghost and a demon, and he can't tell the specific appearance at all.

Although the whole face is completely uncovered, the ghost master of this Qinglou gives people an indescribable sense of oppression tonight, and the aura of slaughter has a kind of horror and gloom that can only be found in ghosts.

Although it was a dim starlight and a moonless night, the black-clothed warrior led by him finally saw the face of the person under the firelight, he was shocked, how could he believe that this face was not the target of tonight, Mo Ming, the young master of the Mo family?

The black-clothed warrior didn't think much about it anymore, the sword waved, the white light shone, and a sword stabbed out, hearing the song "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone", he was sad and his heart was inexplicably sad.

The flaming demon god-like song is full of anger, "The wind is sluggish, the water is cold, the water is cold!"

The right hand became a claw, wrapped like a bloody flame, and met the sword that broke the wind.

"Xingchen Jue-Kui Wood Wolf!"

The flame claws suddenly changed color, and in an instant, they were as colored as dark iron. Hearing the sound of "click", the black-clothed warrior collapsed to the ground, the sword was not broken, and the hand holding the sword had already flown away from his body several feet.

The pain of breaking his wrist was unbearable, but the black-clothed warrior laughed, laughing, and saw him staggering to his feet, his left hand raised, and the assassins behind him actually collected their swords one after another, and gradually disappeared into the darkness, and it was heard that they had withdrawn.

The black-clothed warrior's left hand gathered strength, and it turned into a blade. Haunting Ruge, who is close to the demon and near the madness, has a little interest, and gathers energy into a blade, but unfortunately the fire is insufficient.

Before the wind blade was formed, I heard "Nine Secluded Fire!"

The ghost fire fell from the sky, and the black-clothed warrior turned to ashes in an instant, and the black seal on the ground seemed to prove that it once existed.

The unkind Ghost Venerable slowly turned around, looking at the two old monks with long hair and long eyebrows, who no longer had the usual respect for the Buddha, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked and smiled like evil spirits.

Hanshan Temple, Hanshan Temple, is there still the eldest cousin who has never met living in this Hanshan Temple?

Striking again, the eight golden dragons seemed to have been imprisoned by Lei Ze for hundreds of years, and the wild horses roared like loose and attacked the injured long-eyebrow old monk.

Seeing that the senior brother was in danger, the long-haired old monk reappeared in a shocking cultivation, and compared with the long-eyebrow old monk, there was no compassion that a Buddhist family should have.

Eagle Peak Wisdom Sword Suppresses Black Tiger!

I saw that the long-haired old monk's left hand was a sword, and his right hand was a fist, and a sword stabbed out and a punch was coming, and the sword was about to pierce into the throat, but I saw the golden dragon turn back and attack the long-haired old monk again.

Ying Ruge actually felt that this "Eagle Peak Wisdom Sword Fu Black Tiger" was a little familiar, and the long-haired old monk's sword turned sharply, slashing the eight dragons with one sword, and the momentum of his right fist was unabated, and when he was close, he suddenly heard the sound of a sonic boom breaking the wind.

Xingchen Jue - Female Earth Bat!

The floor tiles of the temple shattered in an instant, and then a wall was built to separate the two men.

Fuhu Arhat's fist actually punched through the earthen wall, and the remaining energy hit the side face of Yingruge. The body of the Ghost Venerable flew out four or five feet, constantly adjusting his body in the air, and one turned over like a civet cat to the ground, but the side of his face was already hot and painful.

The long-haired old monk made another ruthless move, and his chest was hot, and he was inexplicably excited for a long time. Lingering like a song punches Tai Chi, turning into fairy gossip, the door of life and death opens, and the fire of heaven strikes.

Although the long-haired old monk is old, he is like a stubborn monkey in the forest, and he can't completely dodge. The monk's robe lit a fire, but fortunately, he escaped the catastrophe by falling off in time.

The long-haired old monk's eyes were like fire and his eyebrows were angry, but he was drunk.

"Senior Brother Wujue, stop it!"

The long-haired old monk accepted the recruitment, lingering like a song but ignoring it, the ruthless move was still the same, the long-eyebrow old monk ignored the injury, and the power of the Buddha reappeared, but he saw the chai door open, and a figure jumped out of it.

The uncollected move was interrupted by the white shadow, and the long-eyebrow old monk staggered, but fortunately the long-haired old monk held it and did not fall upside down.

The white shadow's purpose is not the old monk, but the red-haired demon who is like a song. The pure white sword, unstained with a little dust, a sword stabbed out, and the white light flashed, which was the ancient sword score Yi Shuihan "Gin has nothing to do with the song".

An incomparably casual sword, but it is also a sword with unique threats.

"You Lingxi, what Xiaoxiao does!" "Haunting Ruge reproduced the fire path immortal power, and shouted loudly, "Nine secluded fire!"

Nine flames followed you like a shadow and attacked Youlingxi, and Youlingxi slashed left and right with a flawless white sword, fearless of the Nine Secluded Fire.

Lingering like a song flew by, picked up the sword of the black-clothed warrior on the ground, and urged the sword move to "fly in the sky".

You Lingxi is not afraid of the immortal ghosts, and once again took out the sword "Blood Full of Gold Bottle Huayue Dance", the sword flower has no shadow, and it is casual, but every sword is close to the point.

Followed by the sword move "Gin is like a song, it has nothing to do with Fengyue", a sword is better than a sword, casual and exquisite, but there is no murderous spirit.

Seeing the opportunity to take advantage of the gaps in the move, he urged to use a trick "Laughing Buddha drunk and lying in the shade of flowers", a sword stabbed out, and a stone was a thousand waves.

You Lingxi has no way to retreat, and the lingering song is more like a killing intent has been decided, but I heard a Buddha saying: "If there are hundreds of thousands of eons, the work will not die, and when the karma gathers, the retribution will be repaid." ”

A word of Buddhism, the red-haired demon Haunting Ruge forcibly retracted, not caring about a paralyzing and stinging pain in his right arm, unable to clench his fist, and the sword fell to the ground. The weird tattoos on the face slowly faded, and the hair color slowly returned.

As if he was tired and unable to support his body, he threw himself on his knees, listened to the whispering of the Ghost Venerable, and asked, "Master, is the cycle of life and death destined, the suffering of this life, and the karma of the previous life?"

"Yesterday's everything, like yesterday's death. Today's everything, such as today's birth. Donor, although the old monk doesn't know who the donor is, the three ways of the river bank are endless or blissful, and the matter is unresolved in this life, why worry about the past?"

The long-haired old monk didn't have the brains to say: "Senior brother, this person is actually ...... with Mo Gongzi"

"Donor, there is coarse tea in the burrow, why not take off the armor, although the tea has no fragrance, the bitter taste can also be Buddha?"

Although the meaning is not clear, but the body is involuntarily, get up and slowly walk to the chaimen, closer, but the heart hurts, and plops, kneeling on the ground.

The long-haired old monk didn't care about the previous offense, and quickly supported Yingru Song, and persuaded him: "Duckweed travels east without roots, migratory birds return home year after year, donor, go back." ”

"Go back, go back!" Ying Ruge smiled bitterly, looked up at You Lingxi, ridiculous, ridiculous, how much strength do you still have, even You Lingxi is above you.

Similarly, his loyalty to You Lingxi couldn't help but warm his heart, like a knot in his heart.

In the windless and lightless place, the two figures were weak and like children.

One of them asked the other in a voice that didn't sound like a beast's roar, "Little Six, why do you like Little Thirteen the only one among the three junior disciples?"

"Don't talk about me, the second senior brother is the pinnacle of swordsmanship, he also likes this lingering song, what's so strange about me like him?"

"Hey, what a good seedling, why is there so much suffering?"

"Three, are you kidding? Xiao Thirteen is suffering a lot, he finally knows who his father and mother are, and I have a hard life, and I don't know who gave birth. ”

As soon as the words fell, the boy known as Xiao Liu was rewarded with a chestnut by the three, and then the three continued: "But, Xiao Liu, do you think that the white-clothed swordsman is a kind of indescribable strangeness?"

Looking at You Lingxi, he originally planned to observe how different this person was, but he ushered in a sword. You Lingxi's sword wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the rubble where the two of them are hiding is splashing.

In the blink of an eye, it was difficult to find the white-clothed swordsman, and when he met again, it was a head-on sword.

The boy who was called six made a knife with his hand, waved his hand at will, and it was a peerless knife strength, and a "mountain city Ming Wang extinguished the wheel slash" flew to Youling Creek.

You Lingxi struggled to take the next move, but he seemed to notice something unusual, and made a few long-distance feints. This time, he changed the position of the little six against the enemy, and saw that he flicked the index finger of both hands and knocked down the sword strength of You Lingxi, but when he came back to his senses, he no longer saw this white-clothed swordsman.

was about to withdraw, but it was a murderous aura, lingering like a song flying from afar. The corners of the three mouths were slightly curved, smiling like an evil charm, and they still waved their knives easily.

To the surprise of the two, the flame of the song turned into a knife, and the same move was "the king of the mountain city to destroy the wheel".

The sword strength dissipated, but he heard the song roar angrily and asked: "King Ming of the mountain city, what is your relationship with Yan Xiao?"

The long-haired old monk saw the change in the plot, like an ant in a hot pot anxiously looking at the long-eyebrow old monk, but saw that his senior brother was extremely calm and had returned to his place to meditate cross-legged, closing his eyes and reciting the Buddha.

Look at Youling Creek again, the shape is like a ghost has entered the chaimen.

"Learning a sword is a sword, learning a knife is a knife, and being good at eighteen kinds of weapons but not proficient in any of them is a waste. With a sigh, the two boys had already taken the road and left.

The night has passed halfway, and it is clear that there is no moon on the night, but there is a faint moonlight falling in the dark, impartial, hitting the body of Yingruge. The resolute and handsome face was full of exhaustion, and his body was like a thousand pounds, and it was difficult to support it anymore and fell to the ground.

"You Lingxi, You Lingxi......" muttered in his mouth, gradually losing consciousness.

The demonic aura is pervasive, the ghostly aura is full, and the long-haired old monk instinctively urges the power of the Buddha, but listens to the whisper: "Unconscious junior brother, recite the Dizang Sutra." ”

The long-haired old monk was silent, crossed his knees and the long-eyebrow old monk was opposite, closing his eyes and chanting Buddha. I can hear the sound of the wind, the chirping of phoenixes, and the sound of wings flapping.

The ghost qi got closer and closer, and the golden light between the long-haired old monk's eyebrows was heard, but he heard the child whispering "Thank you, master".

Thank you, Master?

Is that the little ghost raised by Yingruge? Such a powerful ghost will be a ghost baby who knows etiquette and is kind?

I also listened to the chirping of the phoenix and flapped its wings. Farther and farther away, thinner and thinner.

"Unenlightened junior brother, the Buddha drinks water and worries about the common people, the world is vast, all things coexist, and if you are good to the Buddha, why bother to divide them?"

The long-haired old monk smiled slightly and whispered, "Senior brother understands." ”

The long-haired old monk looked back at the meditation room, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he smiled a little stupidly. Somehow, I will recall the time when I was as old as these dolls, although I was high-spirited, but it was a thousand karmic obstacles, and I don't know if I can lighten the sins of praising the Buddha in this life.

The long-haired old monk suddenly muttered a name, You Lingxi.

You Lingxi, You Lingxi, is there really such a person in this world, called You Lingxi?