The sword light flashed, and the flying sword and the "Thunder Edict" that Li Lingfei sacrificed with all his might were like mud cows entering the sea, and they didn't even stir up a little water wave.

Grandmaster Xie unconcernedly dusted off his oil-stained sleeves and said, "Little girl, you are so vicious, do your parents know?"

Li Lingfei, who was pale, sat down on the flying boat, unable to believe everything in front of him, the second "Thunder Edict" of the "Rune Interpretation" and the sword blow with all his strength were like scratching in front of this extremely sloppy Taoist.

"If the dragon enters the body, you are really willing to do it. ”

Sect Master Xie walked to Wang Yuanbao's side step by step, pinched Wang Yuanbao's chin, looked at it and said with disgust, "Rotten wood can also be carved into wood?"

The words were like thunder, and Grandmaster Xie's undisguised words provoked the greed of the scattered cultivators on Peach Blossom Mountain who were ready to pick up the leaks, and they were ready to move, but they were afraid of the strength of the sloppy Taoist Grandmaster Xie, and they were in a dilemma for a while.

Wang Yuanbao wanted to break free of the hand pinching his chin, but he couldn't lift up any strength, which made the sloppy Taoist Xie Zongsheng curious, "What, do you want to compare your strength with your Daoist?"

Helplessly, Wang Yuanbao's little face was like dough in Grandmaster Xie's hands, constantly changing shape.

Seeing this, the abbot old monk Gu Liangchan said lightly: "It's time to repay the debt." ”

"Okay, okay, I know, I still can't get rid of my stinginess when I'm bald, I said in advance, I won't do anything. ”

After that, Grandmaster Xie stopped "ravaging" Wang Yuanbao's big hand, and the old god was leaning on the old laurel tree on the ground, with a face that was not too big to see the excitement.

Zhou Zhi narrowed his eyes, the famous sword immortal of the Upper Five Realms was still afraid of Gu Liangchan, and he was also present in the battle of mountains and rivers back then, but at that time he was not among the Upper Five Realms, and the murderous name of Gu Liangchan in that battle was deeply engraved in the hearts of all the survivors.

Even if the Taoist Divine Monarch Sect Master Xie stood by and watched, it would not be easy to obtain the dragon.

The fist is fierce and the sword intent is fierce.

The Confucian gentleman Feng Tang's mind is not above the life and death of the two, the Taoist Shenjun, the senior brother's handwriting is really magnificent, after this battle, I am afraid that the mountain sects and rivers and lakes of the Beiyang Dynasty will no longer be able to hinder the court.

Let go of all concerns, Gu Liangzen's momentum is like a rainbow, and there are eight realms of ordinary martial arts, but plastic tires, refining the body, condensing, and becoming gang. But Gu Liangchan's martial arts have eleven realms!

The fist intent is like the spring thunder that wakes up all things in the drowsy winter, and the fist momentum is like pouring thick ink in the sky, and there is only one punch left between heaven and earth.

The dragon spits out the beads, meaning Ling Tian.

The vajra law in the heart lake of the Zen master of the Shenting Court actually began to tremble at this moment, the nine realms of ordinary martial arts are already ethereal and difficult to find, and the eleven realms of the ten realms are even more like ascending to the sky, and Gu Liangchan is actually a figure in the eleventh realm, and the reputation of "the first person in Lizhu martial arts" is well deserved!

For a while, the Zen master of Shenting actually had the idea of retreating.

It seemed that he saw the cowardice of the Zen Master of the Divine Court, and Sect Master Xie didn't care and said: "Retreat in the face of difficulties, dare to go, I will give him a sword?"

The mountain scattered in his heart, not to mention a sword, I am afraid that the sword intent will swing away, and the tip of his own knife will lick the blood, and he will also become a headless corpse.

Words fall, fist movements!

"Little bald, watch it well, it's really rare to see such a good show. ”

Ignoring Wang Yuanbao's angry gaze, the sloppy Divine Monarch Grandmaster Xie watched the "play" with relish.

In the blink of an eye, Gu Liangchan appeared in front of Zhou Zhi, his fist was like thunder, and there was a faint sound of a dragon chanting and a tiger roaring, "The dragon spits the pearl, all things Su", and the immortals in the Jindan realm who died under the fist of the dragon spitting the bead have not fifty but hundreds.

The most taboo of the soldier's sword cultivation is hand-to-hand combat, the flying sword circulates and condenses within a foot, and it is impossible to disperse the real cultivation at all, but Zhou Zhi is an exception, his natal flying sword is called "Shen Sha", and he takes the road of great strength and sink, not so much a sword immortal, but a swordsman in the rivers and lakes under the mountain.

The sword light is stacked, the sword and the fist are clashed, who knows the winner or loser?

Zhou Zhi's sword, as its name suggests, is a wide and thick sword, full of sword qi and slashing towards Gu Liangchan's fist, but it failed to catch its edge.

Gu Liangchan's fist changed sharply, punching out one punch after another, not afraid of the sharpness of the flying sword, Xuanhe's demonic qi fist became more and more condensed, and the sound of the dragon and tiger roar became clearer and clearer, Zhou Zhi's face was gloomy, and he underestimated Gu Liangchan's strength.

The characters left behind in the Battle of Dongtian are really not to be underestimated.

Wang Yuanbao was obsessed and shocked, he never thought that the old monk of the abbot would be such a character, and the sword immortal mentioned in the text of the play was actually staggered under the fist of the old monk, and there was no graceful style!!

And Li Lingfei on the flying boat who was far away was even more regretful, the ancestor had long been a famous figure in the upper five realms of Nanzhan Zhou, and in the past, he used the prestige of the Qingxu Dao Sect to kill people and cross goods, as long as he reported the reputation of the ancestor, he would be absolutely fine, but the ancestor who was like a fairy was stumbling under the fist of an unknown old monk, and the monument collapsed for a while.

With each punch, the fist gang slashed the flying sword Shen Yu sword intent by one point, and Zhou Zhi had already fallen into Gu Liangchan's fist.

Feng Tang felt more and more chills in his heart, if he was involved in this battle, his death would be a foregone conclusion, the water in Nanzhan Zhou was really deep enough, and it was really not easy to muddy this pool of water.

On the other hand, Shenting Zen Master, his face is getting paler and paler, most of the layout is done by him personally, after Zhou Zhi's death, the next one is himself, he will be killed, he really can't do it, both horizontal and vertical are a death, it is better to let go than to bend the knee and kill!

The Vajra Dharma is blooming!

The Zen master of the Shenting Dynasty held the demon pestle, and he had to smash it into Gu Liangchan, who was fighting with Zhou Zhi, and the demon pestle attracted the aura of heaven and earth, and suddenly surging out of golden thunder!

"Master!!Be careful!!"

At the moment of lightning, Wang Yuanbao broke through the prohibition of the dragon entering the body, and shouted hoarsely.

Grandmaster Xie's leisurely expression gradually converged, the goose-yellow osmanthus on the old laurel tree had already withered, and the laurel leaf hanging around the neck of the little monk Wang Yuanbao actually slowly suppressed the two dragon yin gods who had just entered the heart lake.

"Sure enough, what he has saved is ......"

In an instant, Gu Liangchan's body was in a trance, and he was forced to receive a blow from the Zen Master of the Divine Court!

In an instant, the fist of all things Su unfolded, the spring thunder exploded like ripples, the vajra law behind the Zen master of the Divine Court disappeared inch by inch, blood gushed out from the seven orifices of the Divine Court, and the fist of all things Su shattered all the points and qi around his body, the yang god was shattered, and the yin god did not exist.

The second person of the mountain sect of the Beiyang Dynasty, the abbot of Wuxiang Temple, has fallen!

Zhou Zhi grasped the fleeting vacancy, the sword intent was like a rainbow, and the Shen Sha Flying Sword stabbed at Gu Liangchan's open heart like a light weight! ! !

Seeing this, Feng Tang puffed out bursts of autumn wind in his sleeves, dozens of golden lights, but there was a mountain-like block "strict" word, pressing towards Gu Liangchan with the wind!

Those who know the times are Junjie.

At this time, the current affairs are that the strong are born and the weak die, even if there is a sage of the school palace in charge, he cannot interfere with the life and death of the cultivator, the strong are born and the weak die, this is the sect on the mountain, and the rivers and lakes under the mountain are recognized as the truth.

The years on Peach Blossom Mountain suddenly accelerated, Gu Liangchan knew the limit of the old laurel tree, and the "Huzhongtian" on Peach Blossom Mountain would definitely not be able to withstand such a heavy blow.

The demonic qi is vertical and horizontal, and the fist momentum is sharply turned into the true qi fire dragon wandering wild, which can be before the flying sword and thunder, swinging his fist to meet it.

Since there is no life, then it will be broken and then stand!

Let go of life and death, and break into standing.

Fist Gang Ling Yi, Ling Tian condensation!

The thunder exploded, Gu Liangchan still couldn't resist after all, as soon as the fist broke, Gu Liangchan flew out upside down, the autumn wind came, and the flying sword broke through the air, what about the eleventh realm of martial arts, the end of the strong crossbow, if you don't ascend to the twelve realms of martial arts, you are still ordinary people after all.

Hu Zhongtian, the mirror flowers.

Seeing that the abbot old monk was injured, Wang Yuanbao stood up suddenly, but fell to the ground again, but he staggered and ran towards Gu Liangchan.

For a while, the eyes were blurry, I couldn't see really, and when I fell in my mouth, it was salty.

"Master, woo woo woo ......"

I want to say something, but I can't say anything, when the world sees people who are about to die, the most asked questions are the follow-up of fame and fortune, father and son, husband and wife.

But what Wang Yuanbao thinks is why.

Why did you kill the old abbot? Why couldn't you spare the old abbot? Why did you destroy the peaceful days on Peach Blossom Mountain? Why did you destroy all his hard-won happiness? Why......

No one told him why.

Gu Liangchan held up his broken body, touched Wang Yuanbao's head and said with a smile: "Why are you crying, I am going to the Western Pure Land of Bliss, what are you crying about, you have to laugh!"

Wang Yuanbao wiped away his tears and sobbed: "I'm ...... Got it!"

Gu Liangchan said calmly: "What do you know?"

"Life is between joys and sorrows. ”

When Gu Liangchan heard this, he patted Wang Yuanbao on the shoulder and said, "Wrong, wrong!"

A martial artist who has not ascended the Twelve Realms, no matter how his true qi wanders in the wilderness, no matter how strong his qi and blood are like mountains, he is still an ordinary man after all, and he can't stand the means of the immortals.

Zhou Zhi and Feng Tang coldly looked down at the former "first person in Lizhu Martial Arts", and beat the master to death with random punches, without any joy that they should have.

At the end of the strong crossbow, the two of them can still be forced to damage their foundations, and the yin god can't hold his breath, how can he be happy?

The old laurel tree is windless, and another goose yellow osmanthus flower is withering and falling.

"As I heard, for a while, the Buddha was in the country of the Buddha to the lonely country,

and the great bhikkhus thousand two hundred and fifty people.

......

Sentient beings, there are no sentient beings who have attained extinction, why is this?

If a bodhisattva has the appearance of self, the appearance of people, the appearance of sentient beings, and the appearance of a long-lived being, he is not a bodhisattva!"

......

Sanskrit sounds, an old and a young monk, two monks, reciting Buddhist scriptures under the old laurel tree, the words are beady, just like Hong Zhong Da Lu, only exciting.

Li Lingfei listened to the pearl scriptures, and most of her hatred was gone.

A cold light flashed in Zhou Zhi's eyes, cutting the grass does not remove the roots, but suffers from it, the dragon can not be stinged, but Gu Liangchan must not be removed, thinking of this, the Shen Sha Flying Sword suddenly shot out.

Feng Tang didn't move at all, the sword immortal of the Five Realms was desperate for a sword, not to mention a martial artist who was about to die, and he couldn't escape it.

Sect Master Xie stood under the old osmanthus tree, picked up the withered osmanthus flowers, and remembered what the old man said in Bai Yujing: "When you don't see this flower, the flower can't bloom, and when you see this flower, you understand it for a while." ”

If Gu Liangchan died so easily, wouldn't it be a great loss for the Upper Five Realms cultivators who died under his fist back then?

The general trend has gone, and a group of scattered cultivators are also ready to move.

"Yi Ling Tian!"

Haoran's fist suddenly exploded!

The dragon spits out the beads, meaning Ling Tian. The former roars like a spring thunder, and the latter is incomparably unmatched.

"Bang!"

The Shensha Flying Sword was smashed upside down and flew out, landing under the old laurel tree, and the bloodline connection between Zhou Zhi and the Shensha Flying Sword was suddenly broken.

"Bang!"

There was another muffled sound, and a hand, or a punch, pierced out from Zhou Zhi's heart, and only in an instant, the heart of the Upper Five Realms Sword Immortal Pregnant Yuan Infant Yang God was completely shattered by the explosive fist, like a plough court sweeping acupoints.

Thoughtful, falling!

Seeing this, Feng Tang hurriedly threw out a talisman, turned into a light, and suddenly passed away.

The gentleman knows the current affairs and knows the current situation, Feng Tang is worthy of being the head of a academy, and he has read the morality of Confucianism in the belly of a dog.

Blood rained down.

Wang Yuanbao actually thought it was beautiful.

"Also...... No...... Hands-on ......"

Zhou Zhi tried his best and shouted.