Luotian Mountain, Zhenxi, small temple.

Another battle between good and evil continued here, but I saw smoke billowing in the sky, magic weapons flying, different lights crisscrossing horizontally, and corpses on the ground were all over the field, and it was unbearable to see. Patches of charred earth, collapsed temple gates and walls, or the incessant rumbling sound mixed with screams and screams, all show the horror of the battle.

With the small temple as the center, three relatively concentrated battlefields were formed.

At the main gate of the small temple, the temple gate and the eight-character pink wall had already collapsed, and the iron-headed Arhat was shirtless with his right shoulder exposed, waving the crescent shovel in his hand, while directing a group of fierce and vicious red-clothed monks, who had already rushed into the temple. At this time, a group of Daoists were besieging them, and the Daoist led by them was Jing Chenzi, his face was anxious at this time, and there were already many colors hanging on his body, and the only dozen or so Guiyunguan disciples around him waved the long sword in their hands together, struggling to support.

Above the main hall, in mid-air, I saw Kongxing's face tight, one-handed seal urging the Buddha beads, and a man wearing a black robe and a copper-colored mask on his face were fighting. The man in the black robe, a pair of cold eyes behind the mask stared at the empty line tightly, implying the light of hatred, making people look at the bones and hairs, this person is now the third master of the double-faced Buddhist temple, the former demon Dao Faun made Yan Shutian, I saw him urging the Seven Evil Heavenly Luo Mirror above his head, reflecting bursts of red light, and the golden Buddha light emitted by the Buddha beads sacrificed by the empty line, and the black robe swayed with the air waves from time to time.

"I can't think of the chief disciple of the Empty Awakening Temple, and the Tao is not more than Er'er. ”

The corners of Yan Shutian's mouth provoked a contemptuous smile, and his expression was free and authentic.

On the other hand, Kongxing's forehead was already slightly sweaty, his whole body muscles were tense, and his cheeks were clenched and he couldn't say a word. At this moment, he knew very well that it was only a matter of time before he was defeated by his opponent, and he was just struggling at this time, waiting for the arrival of reinforcements, so he did not dare to relax in the slightest, and with the idea of being able to delay for a moment, he ignored Yan Shutian's ridicule and ignored it.

Yan Shutian saw that the ridicule failed, so he said again: "This old thief called for wind and rain back then, but now there is no successor, it is really a retribution." After saying that, he laughed wildly, and the laughter shook people's ear drums.

As soon as he heard that the other party slandered the teacher like a mountain, he was angry, lost his mind for a while, and opened his mouth to retort: "Demon, Hugh is talking nonsense, and the poor monk does not allow you to insult the master." He didn't know that he only opened his mouth, and his energy slackened slightly, and the red light took the opportunity to advance a few feet, and he felt a surge of qi and blood in his body, and hurriedly concentrated his strength to resist it.

And behind the temple, the wall has collapsed, there is a huge gap, the ground is dirty and bloody, there are dozens of red-clothed monks and Kongjue Temple monks lying horizontally and vertically, there is a tall and one short two red-clothed monks outside the wall each holding a Dharma bell, there are words in their mouths, they can't help shaking, commanding the remaining four slaves, are besieging a group of Kongjue Temple monks headed by Kongming.

I saw that those monks were besieged in the center, or in groups of three or four, each holding monk sticks, pagodas, vajra and other Buddhist instruments to face the enemy, and the four slaves should be dressed as three men and one woman, and the three men were all dressed as Taoists, but the woman was dressed in white, and the cuffs were embroidered with a crescent moon and silver silk water lines. If you look closely, you will find that these four slaves are very different from what they have seen in the double-faced Buddhist temple before, not only are they not the same way of fighting, but they are each holding magic weapons and fighting the enemy with Dao power.

Suddenly, a monk of Kongjue Temple couldn't support it, his feet slipped, his body staggered, and Kong Ming hurriedly shouted: "Pay attention!", but it was still half a minute late, only to see two white mangs descending like a match, the monk didn't have time to shout, and in an instant, his head was in a different place, and the fellow disciples and brothers beside him were shocked, and they were drilled by the two white mangs, and several surrounded by them one after another, and there were several monks blood splashed on the spot.

Seeing this, the other fellow sects no longer dared to have a trace of carelessness, concentrated, and immediately supplemented the absence under the command of Kong Ming, sacrificed the magic weapon, and resisted the two white rays, and the two sides were deadlocked together.

And the two red-clothed monks outside the wall, one tall and one short, saw that they had reaped the results again, and their faces showed a triumphant smile, and the magic bell in their hands shook even harder.

The four slaves in the field attacked more fiercely, and Kong Ming and the others didn't feel that the pressure was even greater, and they couldn't support it when they saw it.

At this moment, a soft whistle, like a phoenix singing for nine days, pure and pleasant, came from far and near. I saw a bright white light outside the sky, which came quickly, as fierce as the Longqiu Waterfall pouring down, rushing towards the stunned tall red-clothed monk. In the blink of an eye, the tall red-clothed monk and the magic bell in his hand were cut off.

Even so, the power of the sword light was undiminished, and everywhere it went, the rubble danced wildly, stirring up a huge whirlpool, like a violent wind and waves, forcing the surrounding people to be unstable under their feet, and they all retreated backwards.

The white light hit the hand, turned back upside down, flashed in the air, and saw a woman in white holding a fairy sword appeared in the sky, her face was beautiful and dusty, her skin was as white as snow, and her style was peerless and stood in the air, her whole body was fluttering in her clothes, and the green silk behind her was flying with the wind, like a fairy of the Nine Heavens descending into the dust.

The woman's eyes were like lightning, and she looked down coldly.

In such a shock, the short red-clothed monk had already opened his mouth wide in fright, and he froze in place, staring at the sky stupidly, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and he forgot to shake the magic bell in his hand, and the four slaves lost control at the same time and had already stopped attacking.

Kong Ming and the other monks were also impressed by this cold woman's Taoism, and they forgot that they were in danger for a while, and they all stayed in place.

The battlefield that was originally full of murderous planes became quiet.

"What a trick for the long river to set the sun. ”

Feng Shuzhu appeared with a smile, his body shook, he bullied himself to the side of the short red-clothed monk, stretched out his two fingers, and instantly knocked him down.

The woman in white glanced at Feng Shuzhu, but she didn't speak, but put away the fairy sword, slowly fell from the air, and came to the side of a sunu who was standing still, it was the woman in white with the water moon show pattern.

Kong Ming also came back to his senses when he heard the voice, wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, walked forward quickly, and said to the woman in white with his hands folded: "Amitabha, the monk of Kongjue Temple, I have seen a woman, thank you for the rescue." ”

The woman glanced at Kong Ming with an expressionless face, then turned her gaze to the woman in white beside her, and said coldly, "I'm here for this person." ”

When Kong Ming heard this, he paused, and was speechless for a while, so he had to turn around and look at Feng Shuzhu.

Feng Shuzhu had a clear smile on his face, walked over slowly, and said lightly: "Feng Shuzhu has seen the heroine of the Water Moon Palace. ”

When the woman heard this, her eyes raised slightly, like frost and electricity, and she took a deep look at Feng Shuzhu, and still said coldly: "Shui Lingyue has seen Feng Shaoxia." ”

Feng Shuzhu nodded slightly, pointed to the woman in white beside her, and said lightly: "The Water Lady is here to save her fellow disciples?"

Shui Lingyue's bright eyes flickered, and she hesitated slightly, but she didn't speak, just nodded her head slightly.

Feng Shuzhu Fang was about to speak again, but he heard a loud noise behind his ears, and through Shui Lingyue's bright eyes, he found a red light coming from him, so his heart moved, his sleeves spread, and he rolled up the unconscious white-clothed slave in front of him, floating out several feet away.

Looking back again, I saw Shui Lingyue standing in the air, already drawing her sword in her hand, looking awe-inspiring in mid-air, opposing the demonic faun envoy Yan Shutian.

The other three slaves who were swept by the red light seemed to be weak and slanted on the ground, and within a moment, their whole bodies burst apart and turned into a pool of blood.

It turned out that it was Shui Lingyue who attacked with a sword, and the sword momentum alarmed Yan Shutian, knowing that a master was coming, he urged the Seven Evil Heavenly Luo Mirror, injured Kong Xing, and then pushed the momentum, sweeping the red light towards the back of the temple, and the scene just now happened.

Yan Shutian raised his eyes and looked, when he saw Shui Lingyue's frost-like gaze, he couldn't help but feel terrified, but when his eyes fell on the fairy sword she held in her hand, as if she had received some stimulus, her teeth clenched, and she said hatefully: "Shui Yue Sword!" After speaking, the gaze behind the mask sank, the evil qi all over his body surged, his robe was blowing without wind, his left hand was raised high, summoning the Seven Heavenly Luo Mirror, and his right hand was sealed on his chest.

Under the urging of Yan Shutian, the Seven Evil Heavenly Luo Mirror rotated rapidly, flipped seven times in a row, condensing the surrounding airflow to rotate rapidly, forming a huge hideous whirlpool.

Shui Lingyue stood in the air, bathed in the clear glow of the moonlight, white clothes fluttering, green silk flying, holding the Shui Yue Fairy Sword, pointing to the sky, at this time it looked like a fairy of the Nine Heavens floating out of the dust, clear and beautiful.

In the face of the cold waves, I saw her slowly raise her head, not retreating at all, a pair of bright eyes were still like ice and frost, the sword trick in her hand was introduced, the body of the Water Moon Sword trembled slightly, and suddenly the light shone brightly, and the clouds in a radius of several zhang were forced to dissipate by the white light, without a trace.

"All rivers return to the sea!"

With a light click, Shui Lingyue's body was long, and it was like a pillar of light like a mountain, slashing straight down, colliding with the huge red pillar of light that shot out.

"Boom",

The loud bang was like thunder, sweeping in all directions, and the huge and invisible shock wave quickly swung around the collision point of the two pillars of light. Everyone standing at the feet of the two Doufa suddenly felt that the wind was blowing, and their bodies shook involuntarily, and the roof of the main hall of the small temple was also overturned, and the walls of the four walls of the temple also collapsed, and the broken bricks and tiles fell to the ground.

Only I saw the stone statue of the goddess holding a snail in the hall, standing in the smoke and dust, standing still.

Such a powerful impact caused everyone present to change color, and after a moment of astonishment, everyone's eyes returned to the air.

I saw Yan Shutian's body flicker, retreating a few feet backwards, stunned in the air, unable to speak for a while, and Shui Lingyue frowned, the blood on her face suddenly lost, and she was as white as paper, and then her body shook, and the Shui Yue Sword fell out of her hand, and she also fell down.

At this moment, a shocking change suddenly appeared!

A cold light broke through the air and struck Shui Lingyue who was falling out of control, and everyone exclaimed, seeing that this beautiful and lovely woman was about to lose her fragrance in an instant, and her body was in a different place.

But between the electric light and flint, a fluorescence flew through the sky like an electric fire, and came in the blink of an eye. After the fluorescence dissipated, Shui Lingyue only felt that her falling body was gently supported by a gentle hand, and then a clear smile was reflected in the bright eyes of this cold and beautiful woman.

In the eyes of everyone, the two slowly descended.

The wind gently lifted a few locks of hair and brushed her jade-like cheeks.

At this moment, it was as if time and space were frozen, and everything around it disappeared.

Feng Shuzhu and Shui Lingyue looked at each other, but with the other hand, he caught the Shui Yue Sword, shook his wrist, and swung out a sword flower.

With a "click", the cold mangs of the coming attack were broken in two sections.

The two of them slowly descended in front of everyone, relieved for a moment, Shui Lingyue's complexion returned to normal slightly, and as soon as her feet were stable, she gently broke free from Feng Shuzhu's arm and stood aside, her beautiful eyes lowered, no longer looking at Feng Shuzhu.

Feng Shuzhu smiled slightly, raised his hand and handed over the Water Moon Sword, and said in a low voice: "Be careful about everything." ”

Shui Lingyue raised her head slightly, glanced deeply at Feng Shuzhu, took the Shui Yue Sword, and nodded lightly.

The righteous path sword immortals who were shocked into a cold sweat couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at this time, and secretly rejoiced before they woke up. The cold light of the sneak attack on Shui Lingyue was done by the iron-headed Arhat, this person was injured by Shui Lingyue in the double-faced Buddhist temple many days ago, and has been looking for revenge, and he didn't want to meet here on this day, and encountered this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he killed the killer, did not want to succeed in the treacherous plan, but broke the blade again, and was stunned in place for a while.

"Beware, everyone!"

Kong Ming, who was standing on the side, held the injured Senior Brother Kong Xing with one hand, pointed to the air with the other, and shouted hissed.

Everyone was startled, and looked in the direction of Kong Ming's finger, only to see that Yan Shutian's complexion had also recovered at this time, and he once again urged the Seven Evil Heavenly Luo Mirror to hit downward, although the red light emitted by the Seven Heavenly Luo Mirror at this time was much weaker than when Shui Lingyue was fighting, but everyone did not dare to take it lightly, and they all held the magic weapon and waited intently.

But when the red light of the Seven Heavenly Luo Mirror swept over the stone statue of the goddess of the snail in his hand, the vision suddenly appeared, and the stone carved snail flew up, left the stone statue, and shined in the air.

In an instant, the glow of the sky was all over the sky, and when everyone present had time to react, there was a "swoop" sound, and the snail had already sucked the Seven Evil Heavenly Luo Mirror on the top of Yan Shutian's head into the snail shell, flew back into the hands of the goddess stone statue, and turned into a stone sculpture again, but the stone carving snail was empty before, and at this time there was an extra "cover".

When Yan Shutian saw it in mid-air, he was greatly surprised, and he was stunned for a long time before he said two words: "Tianchi Faluo ......." ”

"Amitabha. ”

Among the crowd, I saw Master Kongxing chanting a Buddha name, slowly walked out, folded his hands, bowed to the goddess stone statue, and continued: "It turns out that there is a definite number in the underworld, and evil can never prevail over good. ”

Yan Shutian, who was in mid-air, was already heartbroken because of the loss of his personal magic weapon, and when he heard Master Kongxing say this, he couldn't help but be very annoyed, stretched out his hand, and said sharply: "Bald donkey, Hugh has to be mocked, I will send you back to the west." As soon as the words fell, he sat cross-legged in the air, his hands sealed, and once again urged the boundless evil qi around him.

"Darkness swallows the sky!"

At this time, the sky was already faint and misty, but under the urging of Yan Shutian's magic power, the wind and clouds changed color, and the sky turned dark again.

After a violent shock, the ground that everyone stepped on was actually lifted, and everyone hurriedly rose into the air.

I saw a big hole in the ground, cracking rocks and sand, like falling rain and hail, flying everywhere, a very thick black smoke, the black peak of the sky generally surged up from the hole, the evil atmosphere was pervasive, the momentum was amazing, it was really rare in ancient times!

At this time, on the ground, the only thing that can be seen is the stone statue of the goddess holding a snail, looming in the thick smoke.

Just when everyone was flying and circling and landing on the ground, they heard a high-pitched crane chirp in the air, followed by a burst of laughter, and said: "Yan Shutian's old friend, how can he be so angry with a group of juniors?" As soon as the words fell, from the sky above Yan Shutian's head, two true qi of black and white hovering each other fell, which was several zhang thick and thin, and penetrated the sky and the earth.

When Yan Shutian heard this, he looked up and exclaimed, "Guiyun Yin Yang Sword!"

Hurriedly gathered his hands, sealed again, and hurriedly gathered some of the sudden black smoke to confront the yin and yang qi that suddenly came out of his head.

The Yin and Yang Qi came quickly, and only a moment later, it easily passed through the black smoke and hit Yan Shutian's chest.

"Poof".

Yan Shutian's body flickered, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he almost wanted to urge the magic again, but he couldn't, so he had to glance at everyone in the field hatefully, and then spread the sleeves of his robe and turned away.

After everyone settled down, a huge crane appeared in the air, and a girl in an ice blue silk skirt sat on it, waving excitedly and saying loudly: "Brother Feng, Brother Feng." And next to him flew an old man wearing an old Taoist robe of green cloth, with white hair and a childish face.

On the ground, Jing Chenzi saw it, looked into the sky and shouted: "Uncle, don't let the culprit go." ”

Hearing this, Yuan Wuxi seemed to have said something to Chu Qing, only to see that Chu Qing did not fall down, but rode the crane and chased in the direction where Yan Shutian had fled

When Yuan Wuxi fell from the sky, everyone hurriedly stepped forward, first of all, Master Kongxing stepped forward and bowed, and said happily: "It turned out to be an old predecessor of Xuanyuanzi." Then the disciples of the Guiyun audience, led by Jing Chenzi, rushed forward to pay their respects, and shouted in unison: "Uncle." ”

Yuan Wuxi ignored it, walked straight to Feng Shuzhu, and said with a smile: "I said poor scholars, we meet again." ”

Feng Shuzhu smiled and arched his hand: "The juniors have seen Yuan's seniors. ”

When Yuan Wuxi heard this, he blew his beard and said, "I said that you are a poor scholar, why is your memory getting worse and worse, didn't we agree, before we defeated you, we were brothers." ”

Feng Shuzhu smiled slightly and said, "The seniors said they laughed. ”

Yuan Wuxi shook his head, his expression was serious, and he said seriously: "I, Yuan Wuxi, speak with all my words. ”

Jing Chenzi, who was on the side, walked over, interrupted the conversation, and said, "Uncle Shi, why did you let go of that Yan Shutian." ”

Yuan Wuxi rolled his eyes, but pointed at Feng Shuzhu and said, "You go and ask him." ”

Jing Chenzi looked confused, turned his head to Feng Shuzhu and said, "Feng Shaoxia, ...... this?"

Feng Shuzhu raised his eyes to look at the sky, and sighed lightly: "Poor Kou Mo chase." ”

Jing Chenzi was confused when he heard this, and was about to inquire again, but he heard someone behind him shouting: "Don't let the demon path demon escape." ”

Everyone looked for the sound, and it turned out that the iron-headed Arhat wanted to escape while everyone was unprepared. didn't wait for others to move, but Yuan Wuxi became interested, and said: "I didn't enjoy the fight just now, let me play with this monk." After speaking, he turned over a few times in a row, came to the iron-headed Arhat, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile: "What's your name, how about a few moves with me?"

The iron-headed arhat glanced at the short Yuan Wuxi in a panic, because he had just seen the Taoism of the old man in front of him, knowing that he was invincible, but he snorted, turned his head to the side and said: "If you want to kill, you have to chop, listen to it." ”

Yuan Wuxi deliberately bent over, walked around the iron-headed Arhat, looked up and down, and said with a smile: "Oh, you monk, you really have backbone, okay, since that's the case, I'll give you a chance, I don't use Taoism, I fight with you with my fists and feet, if you can make three moves, I'll let you go." ”

When the iron-headed arhat heard this, he turned his head, opened his eyes, and said loudly: "Are you shaking my iron-headed arhat?"

The originally tragic battle between good and evil has become a gamble at this moment, Jing Chenzi came over when he heard the words, and said with a rather embarrassed face: "Uncle Shi......." ”

Yuan Wuxi blew his beard, raised his hand to signal Jing Chenzi to silence, and said to the iron-headed Arhat: "A word is a decision!"

Feng Shuzhu and Kongxing and the others stood not far away, heard everything, and knew that Yuan Wuxi was already having fun, so they all shook their heads with a wry smile and walked away.

Behind him, Jing Chenzi and other Guiyun audience disciples were left, surrounding Yuan Wuxi and the iron-headed Arhats in a circle. I saw the iron-headed Arhat take a steady step, stretch out his head, take several deep breaths in a row, gather his breath at the top, and prepare to go.

But Yuan Wuxi didn't look at his opponent at all, but loosened his wrists, loosened his ankles, bent over, and made a few movements to stretch his muscles and bones.

"Ah" shouted, the iron-headed Arhat flew up, his head was in front of him, his hands and feet were straight, and the person was like an arrow from the string, hitting Yuan Wuxi straight, the momentum was rapid, and everyone was shocked, just because Yuan Wuxi promised not to use the Tao, only with his fists and feet.

But who expected that when the iron-headed Arhat was approaching, Yuan Wuxi was unhurried and split his legs, jumped easily, and sat on the waist of the Iron Arhat, shouting in his mouth: "Oh, it's more comfortable than riding a donkey." It made everyone laugh for a while.

When the iron-headed Arhat heard this, he was humiliated in public, and he was angry, and he flipped in the air, bent his ten fingers, turned his palm into a claw, and wanted to grab Yuan Wuxi who was riding on his waist, but he was stunned when he turned over, only to see the sky getting brighter, but Yuan Wuxi was gone.

It turned out that Yuan Wuxi had already seen his intentions, so he clamped his legs, and when the iron-headed Arhat turned over, he had already flipped down, his head hung down, and he was still riding on the iron-headed Arhat's waist.

The iron-headed Arhat was teased by this, his eyebrows were horizontal, his eyes were closed, and he secretly used a "thousand catties falling" technique in the air, his body sank suddenly, and he lay down on the ground, thinking that he would press Yuan Wuxi under him, but he didn't expect Yuan Wuxi to be faster than him, like a loach, "snorting", he had already turned over and straddled him again.

As soon as the iron-headed arhat opened his eyes, he saw Yuan Wuxi sticking out his tongue and making a grimace, so he exerted force on his waist, tried a few times, and saw that Yuan Wuxi still hadn't gotten rid of him, so he simply lay on his back on the ground, and swung his fist up to fight with Yuan Wuxi.

At this time, the two of them had no rules at all, and they were like children fighting, relying on brute force to fight each other, and in a few moments, the iron-headed Arhat was beaten to the point that his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his eyes were difficult to open.

The disciples of the Guiyun audience who were watching the battle from the sidelines only felt that Yuan Wuxi, who was the master, was playing like this, which was really embarrassing, and they couldn't help but laugh.

The iron-headed Arhat closed his eyes, and waved his fist indiscriminately, and suddenly found that the pressure in his chest had disappeared, and when he opened his eyes, Yuan Wuxi had already turned over and squatted aside, bent his index finger, and sighed in his mouth, muttering in his mouth: "Iron-headed Arhat, iron-headed Arhat, iron-headed Arhat." While flicking his brain at the bald head of the iron-headed Arhat, with a crisp "pop" sound, many big red envelopes suddenly appeared on the bald head of the iron-headed Arhat, and the iron-headed Arhat screamed in pain.

When Yuan Wuxi saw it, he finally stopped and asked, "Are you still fighting?"

As if experiencing a big battle, the iron-headed Arhat breathed for a long time before shaking his hand again and again: "Don't fight, don't fight." ”

Yuan Wuxi jumped over and asked, "Then are you convinced?"

The iron-headed arhat hurriedly bowed his hand, nodded again and again, and said, "Convincing, convincing." ”

When Yuan Wuxi heard this, he smiled, as if he was very satisfied, stood up, stretched his waist lazily, and said to the Guiyun audience disciple who covered his mouth and sneered: "It feels so good, I haven't fought like this in hundreds of years." ”

Everyone snickered when they heard this, but they didn't dare to speak.

Seeing that the farce had passed, Jing Chenzi came out, arranged for the disciples of Guiyunguan to tie up the iron-headed Arhat and escort him down, and then followed Yuan Wuxi to the small temple to join the rest of the people.