I only heard a loud "boom", but the whole Taiji aura trembled, the phantom of the giant sword continued to tremble, and the yin and yang qi were twisted into a mess, and they were shattered by the aftermath of this blow, turning into a dense and clear qi.

The six warrior monks had already stood more than ten zhang away at this time, and they were also shocked by this blow, and their chests were churning, and they couldn't help but show a look of horror, one of the warrior monks was speechless for a while, touched his chest with his hand, and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Muhai, you just lost to stop me, otherwise...... I'm just afraid that if I can't even take a trick from others, I'll be beaten into meat sauce. ”

Monk Muhai was also stunned for a long time, and then muttered, "I don't know...... It's just that I thought that since this Xiao Zhangjiao was able to pick the Great Mercy and Grace Temple with one sword, how could we have such a ability? It's just ...... Who would have thought that it would have such amazing strength?"

"Don't argue, let's see if it's Uncle Ming who has the upper hand, or if the Pure Yang Sect has the upper hand?"

Several people stared at it, only to see the sand and stones flying in the aura, the sky was dark, and even the figures could not be distinguished, where could they see which won and which lost? After looking at it for a long time, Monk Muhai sighed in vain, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's ridiculous that among us, the youngest junior brother Muwen has also practiced kung fu for thirty years, and he is even more obsessed with forty and two for his brother, but he can't even see clearly, he is really laughing and generous......

Several monks came from afar in anger, but now they are all depressed, and they all feel that they have lived to the age of dogs, not to mention that they are not as good as these skilled elders, and they are far inferior to young juniors such as Mu Kong and Mu Ming, and they can't help but be very depressed.

At this time, in the aura, although the yin and yang qi were blown into a mess, he still suppressed the grand aura emitted by the Bodhi Relic Transformation Dharma Body, and only heard the Ming Dharma Zen Master exclaim: "Master Xiao's practice of sealing the world is really awe-inspiring!"

Xiao Qianli made no move, and replied lightly: "The great monk praised it falsely——"

His right hand shook, and the long sword shook out four sword qi at the same time, turning around in the life of Taiji, wandering wantonly, gradually forming the four elephant aura, reincarnating into one, which is the "four elephant reincarnation" in "Northern Darkness Sword Qi".

"Good swordsmanship!" Although the Mingfa Zen Master was in the battle, he still couldn't help but praise, "There are three swords first, there are heavenly ways, there are humanes, and there are authentic swords." Now there are four elephant swords, the front vermilion bird and then the Xuanwu, the left green dragon and the right white tiger, swaggering on the top, forming an image in the sky and forming on the ground. There is also the wonder of reincarnation in the sword qi, what a wonderful swordsmanship! It is really the only one seen in the life of a poor monk!"

His Dharma body was trapped by Sheng Taiji, but he was still shaking his spirit, waving his Zen staff so much that it was difficult to enter, only listening to the four consecutive sounds of "Ding Ding Ding Ding", but it seemed that there was only one sound, although he reluctantly took it, he was still shocked by the law of reincarnation contained in the sword qi and his face turned white, his body swayed, and he barely stood still.

"The third sword!" Seeing that the Ming Dharma Zen Master defended the law of reincarnation with his own cultivation, Xiao Qianli also secretly praised in his heart, and the long sword in his hand turned around and slanted outward, which was a move "exhausting in all directions"!

This sword has just been unleashed, and suddenly there are five-colored sword qi flickering, arranged in blue, yellow, red, white and black, constantly changing like flowing water, it is a five-square righteous qi, sharp and unstoppable, anyone who is in the five elements, can not escape the power of this sword.

Rao is Ming Dharma Zen Master has profound skills, and when he saw this sword, he couldn't help but change his complexion, and with a low shout, the gilded Zen staff turned into a golden light, flying towards the five-colored sword qi.

Almost at the same time, the Dharma Manifestation of the Bodhi Relic also gathered eighteen arms, a golden bow, a silver halberd, a blessed pestle, and a treasure file...... and other magic weapons also parried in unison.

With a "click", the Zen staff as thick as a goose egg was cut into two sections by a sword, and the Bodhi Dharma condensed by the true qi was also beaten to the point that the Dharma body was scattered, and the eighteen arms were broken inch by inch, leaving only two arms holding the blessed pestle and fish intestines.

The pure Jun sword was inexhaustible, and stabbed straight into the right chest of the Mingfa Zen Master, and in a hurry, the Mingfa Zen Master only had time to sink his body, blood splashed, and the incomparably sharp Chunjun Sword pierced his right shoulder, revealing from behind the shoulder.

"Master Ming (Uncle) ......" Sheng Taiji turned into a streamer and flew into Xiao Qianli's eyebrows, and the aura also dispersed, and all the warrior monks saw the situation in the field clearly, and couldn't help but exclaim in unison.

Xiao Qianli held the sword in his hand, and there was no follow-up action, but he asked lightly: "Great monk, what do you have to say now?"

The Mingfa Zen master was seriously injured, and he could no longer hold half of the Zen staff, "dangchang" fell to the ground, his face was miserable, and he shook his head for a while, and said in a low voice: "There are three talents first, and then there are four elephants, and now it is the sword of the five elements, dare to ask the donor, what is the next sword?"

Xiao Qianli was slightly stunned, and then chuckled: "It doesn't hurt to tell you, the sword technique of this seat is called 'Northern Darkness Sword Qi', and there are nine moves, followed by 'Liuhe Duzun', 'Seven Star Gongrui', and 'Bagua Cave Xuan'...... As for the other sword moves, they are not enough for outsiders!"

"Ah!" Zen Master Mingfa's face suddenly turned pale, and he nodded, "I see, ...... so."

Although the six warrior monks were frightened by Xiao Qianli's amazing martial arts, they still rushed over with courage, Mu Hai's whole body trembled, and he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Xiao ...... Donor, now that you are victorious, why do you want to kill them all? Please don't embarrass Master Ming!"

Xiao Qianli turned a deaf ear to the shouts of the six monks, and said with a smile: "What did the great monk say?"

Zen Master Mingfa folded his hands and sighed lightly: "The poor monk is now unable to capture Mukong, but if the monks of this temple meet him in the future, they will be captured and their martial arts ......will be abolished."

Before he finished his sentence, he coughed loudly, and his white beard was suddenly stained with blood.

Mu Hai and the others couldn't help but be anxious, thinking to themselves that their lives were still in the hands of others, so why should they be so tough? If the other party was fierce, as long as the long sword sank, they would immediately take the life of the Mingfa Zen Master.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Qianli smiled slightly, and the sword light flashed, and the sword was already put into the sheath. It caused a burst of happiness in the hearts of the six warrior monks.

In the end, they have less experience, but Xiao Qianli knows it. What the Mingfa Zen Master said, in fact, is already an open side to the Mukong net, admitting that he is powerless to deal with Mukong again, as for the future "meeting with it", that is also Mukong's own fate, who can protect him for a lifetime?

"Do it yourself!"

Xiao Qianli dropped a sentence, and his figure had disappeared without a trace.

"Uncle Shi (Uncle Shi)!" Seeing Xiao Qianli leaving, all the warrior monks surrounded him, holding the Mingfa Zen Master with all hands and feet, only to see that his face was as white as gold paper, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, before he gradually recovered, and shook his head with a wry smile: "This Xiao Shizhu is so domineering swordsmanship, so clever cultivation, Lao Qu tried his best, but he could only resist his three swords......"

"Three swords?" The monks couldn't see the battle between the two clearly, and when they heard what Zen Master Mingfa said, they couldn't help but be shocked, Mu Hai exclaimed: "Uncle Master Ming is a first-class master in the temple, and he can't even stop the three swords?

The Mingfa Zen Master shook his head and did not answer, and only after a while did he whisper: "Let's go back......" There was a gloomy meaning in his words.

The monks were silent, and someone led the horses at the moment, helped the Zen master to get on the horse, and the group went east dejectedly. At night, I found a small temple on the outskirts of the city to place an order.

"When—— dang! dang!" In the dead of night, the sound of a slow and fast bang had just sounded, and the Mingfa Zen Master, who was still resting and healing in the guest room, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Master Xiao, the poor monk is inconvenient, please come in and talk about it-"