The little old man yawned, and a pair of long sleeves shook Murong Xuexian's face: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, don't think much, we just came here to persuade you, if you really can't persuade you, we won't force you, at most, at most, waste your legs." ”

Murong Xuexian's blood was cold at this time, he knew that if these ten little old men were together, he would not be able to escape too decently, if he used the Murong family's golden immortal jade spine, it was very likely that he would fall into the waste of the Five Swords Peak, and life would be worse than death.

There was a dilemma before and after, which made him hesitate for a while.

At this moment, the clouds moved, and four people descended from the sky.

A man wearing a cyan Yunxiang rune dragon pattern suit: "Dong Qianlong, Lin Wenfeng!"

A young man with white eyebrows and white hair: "The west bluffs the tiger, and the river has a road." ”

A woman wearing a big vermilion straight jacket in a court dress, with a demonic figure, whispered: "Nangong Bird, Zhu Mingyue." ”

A beggar in a dirty robe and a black robe: "Northern Wuyi, Tian is boring." ”

The four of them said in unison:

"The Lord of Sixiang Mountain, the leader of the Taoist Qinghe Mountain Thirty-six Techniques, the Ten Elders of the Martial Arts Artist!"

Murong Xuexian saw the opportunity and immediately withdrew from the Nine Elders.

Since the Lord of Sixiang Mountain has been the master of the mountain, he has never seen them go down the mountain, and the four of them work together to add the 36 techniques of Taoism, and they will definitely win.

For a moment, the crowd was excited, as if the knife that killed the phantom beast was a little faster.

The little old man sitting on the tip of the sword poked Jianyue with a small cane, and scolded angrily: "Sixiang Mountain, thirty-six techniques? Forty people beat nine old men, do you want to be ashamed? Don't you look big? Why are you going to learn from us old men so soon?"

Lin Wenfeng said: "The ten elders of the sorcerer, the legend of the rivers and lakes for a hundred years is not old, if we juniors don't come up with a suitable formation, I am afraid that we will be disrespectful to the ten elders." ”

The old man at the tip of the sword sighed: "Tut-tut, this is a nice thing to say, but I think you really respect me, it is better to wait for me to die, you put on linen and wear filial piety, and go to the tomb of my Yue Daizong to burn some incense car beauties, I will definitely thank you every night for returning to your dreams." ”

Lin Wenfeng knew that the situation was urgent, no matter what he said, he immediately shouted: "Thirty-six techniques, start a formation!"

I saw that under their feet, on the battlefield where the soldiers were fierce, thirty-six people flew up, and these thirty-six people were all holding a black line with a stick and an arm thick in their hands.

Yue Daizong watched curiously as those black lines slowly rose into the air around him.

Murong Xuexian saw the opportunity and immediately pulled out Jianyue and retreated behind the Lord of Sixiang Mountain.

Yue Daizong's mount was suddenly pulled away, and his body fell, but it immediately floated again.

scolded and scolded: "Stinky boy, isn't your father's name Murong Changcai?" When the ten of us go down, we have to kill him!"

At this time, the sky suddenly became dark, and it turned out that the thirty-six people on the ground pulled thirty-six black lines, each of which was transformed by the magic power of the thirty-six techniques, and at this time, the thirty-six lines formed a small black dot on the top of Yue Daizong's head.

Thirty-six black lines gave birth to countless tiny black lines horizontally, connected to each other, and soon Yue Daizong would not see any light.

At this time, the sky seemed to have an extra tall bottle with a sharp bottom and a thin waist.

In the bottle, there are nine elders of the sorcerer, the master of the Four Elephant Mountains and the thirty-six protégés of the Qinghe Mountain.

Murong Xuexian flashed out of the bottle at the moment when it was finally closed.

After the vial is completely sealed, the inside flickers and flickers, flickering between heaven and earth.

Although I couldn't hear the sound inside, I could tell from the change of light and shadow that it must be a fierce battle of life and death.

Looking back, Murong Xuexian couldn't be distracted for the time being to pay attention to the battle in the vialet, looking at the Qinghe Mountain Taoist priest who was still fighting with the phantom beasts on the ground, he knew that he had a more important person to solve at the moment, that is, Fang Wushan, as long as Fang Wushan died, this group of phantom beasts would not be afraid.

Jian Yue shook in his hand, emitting a dazzling white light, and then urged the divine power to get started, Murong Xuexian was like a falling star from the sky, and thundered towards Fang Wu Mountain.

Fang Wushan was keeping an eye on Murong Xuexian's movements, and suddenly he was kicked in the leg and stomach.

Fang Wushan, there is still an old man standing behind you.

The little old man, who looked almost exactly like Yue Daizong, hurriedly shouted: "What should I do? I will definitely not be able to beat him alone, or you can tell him that you are sorry, so that he can let us go." Say I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The little old man kicked him in the stomach and urged him like this.

The status of the Ten Elders of the Martial Arts is even higher than that of Chen Liusheng, if it weren't for this Daoist War, Fang Wushan might never have had the opportunity to meet the Ten Elders of the Martial Arts in his life.

Fang Wushan asked, "Senior, why is this?"

The little old man was so anxious that his face wrinkled: "If you say it, you can say it, where did you come from so much nonsense!"

The little old man made up for Fang Wushan's body again.

Fang Wushan didn't know why, but he didn't want to lose the face of the ten elders of the sorcerer, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry... ”

When Fang Wushan was about to say the latter words, the little old man jumped up and hit Fang Wushan's head with a cane.

The little old man changed his appearance of the six gods and no master, and looked like a dignified and upright man: "Housheng, what are you doing? When the two armies are facing each other, you actually want to beg for mercy from the enemy? How can my magician have a person with soft bones like you, okay, look at me, after all, no one can be as iron-boned as me Ding Shengyou, iron-faced and selfless, iron-mouthed and steel-toothed, iron-hearted wooden intestines, iron-walled copper mountain, and iron-clad Buddha!!!!!

Little bull nose, let you open your eyes to the Iron Buddha Taizu Ding Shengyou today!!"

Ding Shengyou was dripping with orange molten iron, and a few days later, an iron Buddha with broad shoulders and a round waist and iron arms and copper fists slowly drilled out of the originally thin little old man, like a golden butterfly breaking through a cocoon.

Ding Shengyou ascended to the sky in one step, the momentum was like a rainbow, and there was still some orange molten iron around the Iron Buddha, which was like a golden body for the Iron Buddha under the sun.

Murong Xuexian came like wind and thunder, and the Iron Buddha had a huge body, but his speed was faster than that of Murong Xuexian.

I saw an iron Buddha, striding wildly, and there were countless ladders under my feet.

After three or two steps, he came to Murong Xuexian.

Murong Xuexian couldn't stop castration, and stabbed the Iron Buddha Taizu's head full of snail hair.

The Iron Buddha Taizu stretched out his big hand and directly grabbed the tip of Jianyue's sword, and for a while the golden light was shining, the Iron Buddha Taizu seemed to have grabbed a speeding meteor in his hand, and the sporadic firelight splashed out a firework that was not small.

In the end, the fire stopped, the fireworks dispersed, and the Iron Buddha Taizu blocked the meteor that hit Fang Wu Mountain with the power of one person.

Murong Xuexian Jianyue was controlled by others, and he couldn't pull it out, and he couldn't push it.

The Iron Buddha Taizu spoke, his golden teeth brilliant: "Where did you fight, where are you going to fight, little doll!"

Iron Buddha Taizu held the tip of the sword and threw it violently, directly throwing Murong Xuexian and the sword on the wall of the tall bottle.

Murong Xuexian had the experience of losing the sword last time, and this time he refused to let go, so he was thrown by the Iron Buddha Taizu.

Murong Xuexian ejected out again through the wall of the tall bottle, clenching the sword Jianyue in his hand, he relied on the agility of his body, and kept stabbing, pointing, and splitting different acupuncture points on the Iron Buddha Taizu, but except for the shock of the numb hand transmitted back by Jianyue, he had no other gain, as if this Iron Buddha was a piece of innate divine iron, and he kept cutting it.

The repeated fast attacks did not hurt the Iron Buddha Taizu, but was ridiculed by the Iron Buddha Taizu as a rusty flower for his little daughter.

Murong Xuexian is also the first time in his life to meet such a powerful master of horizontal training, and the person in front of him is still a legendary figure on the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago, and he does not dare to be careless at the moment, and tries his best to stabilize his mind, plan in his heart, and make great moves.

A sword pierces a thousand mountains!

He raised his sword horizontally, and two fingers lightly slashed across the blade of the sword.

With a flick of the sword tail, Jianyue flew out of the air, standing above the Xuantian, the sword body slanted, and turned rapidly, countless Jianyue danced diagonally in the air, dancing out of a sea whirlpool.

It's just that under that vortex stretched out the tip of a sword with a cold light.

It was as if there was a wild dragon hidden inside the sea of swords, and it was coiling inside.

The wilder the dragon became, the faster the sword sea vortex turned, and finally from under the top, Jianyue was connected by a line, and was thrown out by the sword sea.

Iron Buddha Taizu stared at the flying Jianyue, and at the moment his legs were cloud-rooted, and he fixed himself in mid-air, and the Iron Buddha urged a body of Yuan Gong, and instantly a fire ignited on the Iron Buddha's body, he knew that each of these flying swords had the residual strength of the Sword Sea Crazy Dragon, and he was pierced by this flying sword without paying attention.

The Iron Buddha Taizu seemed to have his eyes lit up by the flames around him.

Immediately said proudly: "Good boy, it is not in vain that your grandfather and grandfather have waited for a hundred years, and today I will let you know why you know why you survived the ten elders of the Martial Family!"

The Iron Buddha Taizu put his two fists in front of his chest, and then his arms were slammed apart, and a tongue of fire randomly rubbed out where the two arms met, which instantly ignited the huge iron fists.

The Iron Buddha Taizu then used the burning iron fist to form a Buddhist lotus seal.

Can pass on the thousand Buddha rings and set the Nine Lotus Terrace!

It turned out that he was actually going to use the iron lotus karmic fire in his palms to melt the Jianyue Sword Sea in the sky.

The flying sword flew into the raging karmic fire in the lotus seal, and disappeared.

Murong Xuexian said in her heart: "Even if this Iron Buddha Taizu cultivates to be unfathomable, can he really melt tens of thousands of swords in this sword sea?"

But it was too late to change his tactics now, and he felt that he was unlikely to lose.

Even if he is the Iron Buddha Taizu, he is just a wild cultivator who has not entered the Tao, he is still a mortal, he will be tired if he is a mortal, as long as he is tired, even if it is just a light breath, he will have a chance.

Murong Xuexian urged Yuan Gong again, and the sea sword spun violently again.

The iron chain of karmic fire in the hands of the Iron Buddha Taizu seems to be swallowed inexhaustibly and burned endlessly, and there is no trace of decline now.

At any time, the Iron Buddha Taizu melted more and more flying swords, and the molten iron had slowly overflowed from his palm, and there seemed to be an orange flying spring in the sky, falling from the sky without any disconnection.

The flames on the Iron Buddha's hand were also getting higher and higher, from a fireball at the beginning, it had burned into a sky-burning fire tree at this time.

Finally, this evenly matched tug-of-war began to tilt.

Beads of sweat began to ooze from the Iron Buddha's forehead, of course, not sweat from the flames, and sweat flowed out of his strength.

1,000, 10,000, the Iron Buddha Taizu no longer knows how many swords he has melted, but he has not used force for many years, and today he finally appears tired.