This stunning stone sword was broken by the old monk who descended from the living Buddha, and the white-clothed Confucian laughed instead of anger, and repeated it loudly: "King Kong is not bad." ”

Bai Yun turned his head suddenly, his eyes fell on the golden light that looked like a morning bell, and he weighed the power of the Great Prajna Heart Sutra in his body, even if there is a great lack of action to build a foundation for the lake and sea, and the root of the Buddha fetus in the body is becoming more and more rounded, but the Great Prajna Heart Sutra is a unique heart method of the Muru Temple, which is mysterious and wonderful, and after practicing for almost four years, Bai Yun still does not dare to say that he has touched the path of this heart method, at most it is the rough and shallow fur on the edge, and it is far away from the realm of King Kong.

After a lifetime of patient precipitation, today's Huiping old monk is not only the peak, but there are not necessarily a few people who can understand the great Prajna mind, and there are only a handful of people who have cultivated the incorruptible body of King Kong, and the Huiping monk is recognized as the acting host of the previous monks, but he is not humble or arrogant in obscurity and questioning.

At the same time, Lian Wansheng raised two white wide sleeves, and his gestures were extremely romantic.

When the white-clothed Confucian saint waved his long sleeves again, the entire Ten Thousand Buddha Flat was like a river, tilting and crumbling under the collision of the huge qi machine.

The elder of Murusi, who had just managed to get up, was once again dispersed by the qi machine, and smashed heavily into the blue brick ground, some of them were unconscious and fainted, and some of them directly lost their breath, and their clothes were torn into messy pieces, mixed with blood and mud, and the whole scene was blurred and terrifying. And the big black tiger that had lost its spirituality in front of the white-clothed Confucian Saint smelled the bloody crisis the moment the white-clothed Confucian Saint waved his sleeves, so he bowed down like a tightened longbow and pounced on Fa Yu abruptly, and grabbed this mighty qi machine for Bai Yun within a stone's reach.

With the experience of the previous car, Bai Yun held the Divine Dragon Sword straight in front of him, attracting the sea of qi to inject the qi into the divine qi, and deriving a deep wall of qi in front of him, in an attempt to block the surging qi machine of the mountains below.

The qi machine is the breath emitted by the vigorous surge of the qi sea in the body, and the qi machine on the body of the extraordinary strength is so prosperous that even ordinary people can smell it, and the power of the peak strength can use the qi machine as a flying sword, and manipulate the qi sea to control the qi machine to take people's heads from a hundred zhang away, such as probing the bag to take things.

Unfortunately, Lian Wansheng is precisely the amazing power that can turn the world upside down, and the kung fu of controlling the qi machine with one hand is perfect, and each qi machine is shot down, like a thousand sharp flying swords straight down.

The qi wall that Bai Yun racked his brains to sacrifice was like a papier-mâché window that burst as soon as it was stabbed, and after hitting the oncoming qi machine, it collapsed in an instant, and Bai Yun swept back, retreating more than ten steps before barely stabilizing his body.

On the other hand, the old monk Huiping, who resembles a golden living Buddha, was not only overturned by the qi of this mountain collapse, but the brilliance overflowing around his body was vigorous, so that the entire Ten Thousand Buddha Ping and even the Haihui Hall were covered with golden light, and the palace pavilion on the pure land of bliss was full.

Lian Wansheng smiled without saying a word, and put away his sleeves

Zishuang folded behind his back, and walked casually towards the Huiping monk with a shining golden body.

This time, the white-clothed Confucian Saint did not set off any ups and downs, let alone the surging qi machine that flowed into the sky, but Baiyun felt an inexplicable sense of urgency, and with every step of the white-clothed Confucian Saint, this sense of oppression suddenly approached like a mountain.

The gray-robed monk who was shrouded in golden light seemed indifferent, but the seven orifices silently oozing blood, but because he was standing in front of him with his back to Bai Yun and the others, the others couldn't see the clue for a while.

Only the white-clothed Confucian who was only ten steps away from the golden-bodied Living Buddha could see the expression of the gray-robed monk most clearly at this moment.

Blood flowed out of the old monk's seven orifices like a spring, and then intensified into blood, and the neckline of the gray robe was dyed a large area of bright red, but the golden light was too gorgeous, so that these scarlets lost their color, and from a distance they only looked like the outline of a shadow shining with golden light.

The demeanor of the gray-robed monk is like a dry well, under the brilliant golden light, the color of the face is like dead ashes is particularly obvious, but the old monk still has not taken half a step back, like a cliff that even the sky arches to guard the last dignity of the world's first Buddhist gate.

Bai Yun finally sensed the clue, and he could clearly see the neckline of the gray-robed old monk, and what the outline of the shadow that suddenly appeared larger and larger was there.

Blood!

Bai Yun's palm rested on the hilt of the sword, silent.

The white-clothed Confucian walked within ten steps, and the golden light on the old monk's body suddenly dimmed a lot, as if the floating and subtle green lantern suddenly met the breeze, and the candle flame danced for a moment and then converged.

Bai Yun opened the urgent qi out of thin air, gritted his teeth, looked down at the long sword in his eyes, and the fish came out and landed between the white-clothed Confucian and the golden-bodied living Buddha.

Bai Yun looked back at the old monk Huiping behind him, and sure enough, blood was flowing out of the old monk's seven orifices, dripping from his dry chin, and his feet had already become a shocking pool of blood.

The figure of the old monk Huiping was already as thin as a withered bamboo pole, and now the blood flowed out of the seven orifices in a steady stream, and the golden light circulating around his body was also dimmed with the naked eye, Bai Yun was afraid that he would suddenly fall down due to lack of energy, and his heart was on fire, but now he was facing the enemy of the famous white-clothed Confucian Sage, so he had to temporarily put aside the worries in his heart, and turned his head with the long sword.

"It's you. The white-clothed Confucian said blandly.

Bai Yun's heart jumped involuntarily, a few days ago in the suburbs of Yangzhou City, Dou Chang'an and the white-clothed Confucian saint sat on the ground to talk, but he was kept in the dark and sat quietly to listen, after the two talked about the kung fu of tea, the white-clothed Confucian saint got up and left, at that time Bai Yun still did not know that the meeting of Muru Temple was the conspiracy of King Wu, and he did not know that the prince in the plain robe was the prince of today.

The white-clothed Confucian was just going to Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, and his eyes passed over Bai Yun's body a little, Bai Yun thought that this immortal-level figure had already faded his impression of him, but what made Bai Yun unexpectedly flattered was that this Confucian saint in the world actually remembered this junior who had a relationship with him.

The sense of surprise then quickly receded, and now the white clouds are like a man

, he wants to confront this Confucian saint who entered Chang'an City three times to take the emperor's head, and retreated despite the fact that the matter was revealed.

Into the strings to Tiangang?

Bai Yun arched his hand with the Shentu long sword in one hand, and made a scholar's salute: "I've seen Mr. Lian." ”

The disciple of Ji Xia, who was determined to hit the stone with an egg, raised his head slightly and let go of the hand that performed the salute.

"Dou Xian'er said that he would not mix this troubled water. The white-clothed Confucian took another step forward between words.

This step seems to be light and leisurely, no different from pacing and distracting in the garden, but after the foot of the white-clothed Confucian sage touched the ground, Wan Foping trembled, and then the silky qi machine centered on this Confucian sage, like a series of explosions from the sky, and the green bricks within three steps of the Confucian Sheng's feet turned into endless dust powder.

Bai Yun felt terrified just by seeing the vigorous qi around Confucius.

The 'shout' of the white-clothed Confucian Saint was softer than the waves of qi just now, obviously not coming towards the white clouds.

The aftermath of the qi machine affected the pond fish, and Bai Yun almost couldn't open his eyes, so he tried his best to stand still half a step back.

Bai Yun took a deep breath, tried his best to calm his troubled mind, and slowly lifted the Divine Sword.

The corners of the white-clothed Confucian Sage's mouth were slightly raised, and he indifferently stretched out a hand, with the palms facing the sky and the four fingers together, the thumbs and the four fingers at angles, and then the four fingers that were close together turned up, and made a gesture to Baiyun to let the horse come over.

"Baiyun, stand down. Although the old monk Huiping was red, his tone was calm as usual.

Bai Yun turned his head sideways, glanced at the golden body living Buddha behind him with his residual vision, shook his head resolutely with his eyes, his right hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the Shentu long sword, and his left hand pinched out a two-finger gesture, and pressed his two fingers on the upper edge of the Shentu's sword body, and then wiped the sword body of the Shentu with two fingers until the tip of the sword, and a scarlet light lit up like a meteor.

The red glow of the Divine Long Sword skyrocketed, not inferior to the golden light of the Buddha behind him.

It's just that the hideous scarlet is very different from the Buddha light of all sentient beings, just like the demons who have entered the world, just like the Buddhas who have come into the world.

The red light covered the sky, and the aura that bloomed from the Divine Sword was far beyond the qi of the ordinary string realm.

The white-clothed Confucian looked up at the god who seemed to be infused with infinite magic power, and he was unbelievably stunned.

Masters fight for life and death, fighting is not a trick move, often in the slightest move and a half between the winner and loser, either side first to take lightly will let the other side have a chance, a move competition will make the distracted side fall into the bottomless abyss.

The red light was hideous and terrifying, almost illuminating the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping through the air, but the white-clothed Confucian turned a deaf ear, Bai Yun knew this, probably because his strength had not yet entered the eyes of this Confucian saint.

The great Confucian saint in white clothes and long sideburns with silky sideburns finally reacted, his pupils contracted slightly, a frank smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he spit out a word: "The future is terrifying." ”

"Do you really want to guard the mountain gate for Muru Temple?" asked the white-clothed Confucian saint solemnly.

Knowing that it was an act of hitting a stone with an egg, Baiyun resolutely blocked the entire Muru Temple, when this wooden mountain gate, if you want to say all this

It is Bai Yun's courage and righteousness, in fact, it is only half right, he wants to defend this Muru Temple admired by thousands of people for the most benevolent gray-clothed old monk in the world, and for the old monk who once came to occupy the top five in the world, and keep the last dignity of this Muru Mountain.

Shen Tu flew out of his hand, like a brilliant rainbow light.

This rainbow light, which was infused with all the young man's qi, burst through the nine heavens with a scream, and suddenly flew towards the white-clothed Confucian Saint.

Bai Yun Nie Feng chased the shadow, followed by the red light and swept out, one person and one sword went forward one after another.

The mountain wind comes first, and the mountain rain comes later.

(End of chapter)