The person wearing the lilac mask did not hide the purpose of this trip at all, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he shot directly, and the sandalwood cane pointed out two circles of light forward, and set it towards Lu Dongshen and Su Nanxiu.

Lu Qianqian and Feng Jing organized their fellow disciples to draw their swords and be vigilant, "Everyone be careful, prepare to resist the enemy!"

In the carriage, Ma Ruixin held the sword of the others, and her side was full of spiritual power, she didn't plan to shoot now, after all, there were two real people Lu Dongshen and Su Nanxiu outside to resist, and it was not so easy to lose, the two apertures turned around, Lu Dongshen pulled out a Qingfeng in his hand, and split it in half with a brush.

Sunan Xiu's rain-covered sword is also out of the sheath, the sword walks the long snake, exhales like a rainbow, and slashes away, the face of the person wearing a lilac mask in the hand of the dry sandalwood cane waved lightly, when the long block, quickly turned back, a few moved to the ground, from the body out of a string of agate similar to the Buddhist door rosary squeezed, a total of nine agate, each squeezed inside bloomed a majestic statue, naturally a total of nine.

The nine statues of gods wore different armor and held different weapons, attacking and killing from nine different directions, Lu Dongshen and Sunan Xiu tried his best to carry the four, and the remaining five rushed into the defensive team opened by the disciples, killing and killing fiercely, killing nearly a hundred disciples of the Rotten Sword Mountain in a moment, which was simply overwhelming and irresistible.

"Brush!"

The god holding the golden whip held the whip high, smashed at Lu Qianqian, and thundered down, just when the whip body was only half an inch away from Lu Qianqian's cute little head, in the carriage, a sword wrapped in snow-white light flew out, piercing the heart of the idol, the body of the idol suddenly turned into yellow sand, blown away in the wind, and then, Ma Ruixin carried his hands on his back, broke out of the roof of the carriage, clenched the bladed snow-white sword, and walked through the wonderful and changeable footwork like a comet dancing on the scene, and the other eight statues of the gods could not escape its benefits, and they were defeated one after another.

The person with the lilac mask covering his face applauded and said, "Changyu real person is really Changyu real person, the shot is extraordinary, I admire it!"

Seeing that nearly 100 disciples were slaughtered, Ma Ruixin said angrily, "Who are you, why are you blocking my way and killing my disciples." ”

The man said, "Mr. Xia Xipo, I came here today just to ask Ma Zhenren for two people, your eldest disciple and Mr. Lu Junlu, I hope to take them away!"

The sword in Ma Ruixin's hand was even more cold, and he motioned to Lu Su and Xu Mo to protect Lu Jun and Xu Mo respectively, and faced Mr. Xipo alone and said, "Are you alone?"

"Yes, I'm alone. ”

"Are you underestimating my rotten sword mountain, or are you overestimating yourself!"

Mr. Sipo laughed and said, I neither underestimate anyone, nor underestimate anyone, Ma Zhenren, with all due respect, those disciples under your door, I don't care about any of them, you may be able to join forces with my Bozhong, Lu Dongshen and Sunan Xiu, maybe you can also bring me a little trouble, but the premise is that the state is good, now what kind of situation you are in your heart You should be very clear in your hearts, Lu Dongshen Sunan Xiu fought with the King of the Five Palaces in Kunlun Mountain, and the injury was not light, what about your Ma Ruixin, there is no big trauma on the surface, but you first fought against the Demon Venerable, and then called the sword for thousands of miles, and then fought against the three generals of the Demon Family！

Ma Ruixin's expression froze instantly, listening to what he said about Kunlun Mountain, it was as if she had seen it with her own eyes, she could be sure that the so-called Mr. Xipo was in Kunlun Mountain at the time, but he didn't understand, if that, why did he rob Lu Jun, could it be that the statement of the fake tomb did not hide from him, what made Ma Ruixin even more puzzled, he claimed to take Xu Mo away, and why, waiting for the sword and sword to flow brightly, Ye Ye shining, Ma Ruixin said, "You are clear, it seems that the preparations are very sufficient!"

"Of course, if you want someone in the hands of Ma Zhenren, how can you not be fully prepared!" Mr. Xipo approached Ma Ruixin as he spoke, without the slightest scruples, until he was still five steps away from Ma Ruixin, and he laughed and said, "Ma Zhenren does not feel that his body can't move, not only you, all of you can't move at the moment, you can only watch me take away the person I want." ”

He is not alarmist, Ma Ruixin, Lu Su and all the disciples are as stiff as iron, and it is difficult to even blink their eyes!

Mr. Xipo laughed and said, "Ma Zhenren, when you split the nine gods with your sword, the gods turned into flying sand, in fact, they also carried subtle and invisible special spiritual power, the spiritual power spread in the air, entered your body through breathing, and had an effect, restricting your body, this is the reason why you can't move, I said, you can only watch me take away the person I want." ”

Struggling but useless, close to despair, Mar Ruixin tasted a frustration that he had never tasted before!

Mr. Xipo walked up to Lu Jun, who was also unable to move, and tied him with a rope!

"Wow!"

Suddenly, two sharp blades flew behind him, attacking left and right, and Mr. Xipo bent down, tilted his body, swept back, and both dodged.

Two sharp blades, two swords, thirteen and others swords, it was Xu Mo who launched the two swords to attack, he jumped out of the carriage, and took the initiative to take Lu Dongshen's armor-piercing sword and Su Nanxiu's rain-covered sword, they can't move, it doesn't mean that the sword can't, Xu Mo said murderously, "Mr. Xipo, I was just in the carriage, but I didn't inhale your so-called spiritual power, I can move, so you have to die!"

"Amitabha, the donor is injured, let's let the poor monk come!"

Xu Mo's voice was about to fall, and a monk wearing a plain blue monk's uniform appeared over there, holding a Sikkim Zen staff, and slowly walked in front of Xu Mo. ”

The presence of the monk obviously made Mr. Xipo uneasy, and he took a few steps back to distance himself and said, "If the master wants me to make it convenient, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

"Amitabha!" Zen Master Kongkong covered his fingers with his backhand, and there was an extra purple gold bowl in his palm, and the bowl was sucked upside down on the top of Ma Ruixin and the others' heads, and all the spiritual power that was immersed in their bodies that made their bodies unable to move was absorbed, and then, Zen Master Kongkong signaled that Ma Ruixin and others did not have to make a move, he could solve it himself.

There was a great monk in front of Xu Mo, and Ma Ruixin and the others were already out of control, Mr. Xipo accepted it when he saw it, grabbed Lu Jun's neck as a threat and slowly moved back, intending to leave.

"Where is the donor going!" At the beginning of the voice, the empty Zen master was still standing in front of Xu Mo, and when the words fell, he had flashed behind Mr. Xipo, and the Buddhist mudra was launched, and Mr. Xipo, who was hit, fell forward and rescued Lu Jun, who was held hostage.

"Damn, stinky monk, you are looking for death!"

Mr. Xipo was angry, threw away some sandalwood crutches in his hand, and stepped out of the same place, with each of his steps up and down, with him as the center of many golden lubules, bit by bit fusion into wisps, in the air and then sublimated into a god as high as a mountain, Ma Ruixin realized the crisis, and hurriedly organized the disciples to retreat, the statue of the god was covered with golden armor, holding a vajra, not angry and self-righteous, shaking the eight directions, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed color, dim.

He inserted the Sikkim Zen staff into the ground foot deep, and put the purple gold bowl on the top of the Zen staff, sat cross-legged, the monk's robe was obliquely placed on the body like the Buddha with a chest, and recited the Buddhist Diamond Sutra, each verse from his mouth read and swam out, turned into Sanskrit and Buddhist swastika two forms, also condensed in the air, its brilliant Sanskrit characters as the Buddha body, the swastika as the Buddha's clothes, forming a big Buddha sitting on the lotus.

Mr. Sipo roared!

The empty Zen master respects the Buddha and smiles!

God roars and Buddha laughs!

The sound waves on both sides are thick and pure, and the position in the center of the meeting is low to each other, the statue holding the vajra roared a few times and finally had a great supernatural power, holding the big pestle and smashing it over, the Buddha also shot, the five fingers stretched out and pressed out, the rumbling sound, when the two sides touched, the resounding through the sky shook through the sky, after several holds, the Buddha's big mudra crushed the treasure pestle of the gods, bent the back of the gods, and finally directly shot it away.

Mr. Xipo, who was sitting on the ground running the exercises, spurted out a mouthful of blood, covered his chest and fled without any nostalgia.

It is not difficult to hear from Mr. Xipo's words, he was in the Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Peak at the time, otherwise it would be impossible to say so colorful, if he is not captured while he is injured today, it will definitely become a disaster in the future, Ma Ruixin left a message Lu Su and the two of them took care of the disciples in the door, and personally raised the sword to chase, then Mr. Xipo's cultivation is not low, if it were not for the empty Zen master who accidentally appeared and planted his head, no one could stop him today, even if he was injured, he escaped and moved extremely quickly in the air, and from a distance, it was simply an instantaneous transfer between points and points, and he couldn't even find the process in the middle。

The empty Zen master who defeated Mr. Xipo, put on a monk's robe, held a Sikkim Zen staff in his right hand, and held a purple gold bowl in his left hand, and said the four words "Amitabha!" in a long voice.