When they meet in Pingshui, gentlemen's friends, most of the time they will not put their hearts into their hearts. Regarding the broken knife, Ye Xiaodie has been staying away from it for a while, after all, it is not so brave that Ye Xiaodie can joke with his own life.

But at this moment, the situation is different.

The master has made a move, the cultivation is similar, the skill is comparable, and the only thing that can be compared is the hole card, and this is precisely the short board of Ye Xiaodi.

The hole cards of the Buddha Lord and the White Lotus Venerable are endless, but Ye Xiaodi is a little stretched.

Since falling off the horse, Ye Xiaodi has almost always ended the battle with others, either Ye Xiaodi won with one move, or Ye Xiaodie was directly beaten down, and then Ye Xiaodi won a little more with one move, and gradually began to hate the feeling of lying down.

sacrificed his strongest sword, but he still couldn't beat the Buddha Lord and the White Lotus Venerable, so Ye Xiaodi thought of the broken knife beside him, thinking that if he gave the Buddha Lord and the White Lotus Venerable another sword, would he have the opportunity to make another sword?

For this opportunity, Ye Xiaodi is very confident, not to mention that Eight Thousand Miles is his own self-created exercise, that is, he can compete with the eyeball in the chaos, Ye Xiaodi is full of expectations for the broken knife beside him.

This was a gamble, and Ye Xiaodi pressed the treasure on the end where he could live.

"Up!"

When Ye Xiaodi showed the broken knife in his hand, the Buddha Lord and the White Lotus Venerable both changed color. With a wave of the Buddha's huge robe sleeves, countless gold bricks rushed towards Ye Xiaodish like ocean waves, the White Lotus Venerable lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, his lips as thin as willow leaves kept colliding, and the golden waves became more and more solid at a speed visible to the naked eye, until they were indestructible.

Ye Xiaodi retreated again and again, until there was no way back, and the golden waves in front of him also flew high.

"It should be about the same, right?"

Ye Xiaodi muttered to himself and laughed for no reason.

Feeling the slight tremor of his arm, the smile on Ye Xiaodie's face became even bigger.

"Eight thousand miles here!"

Ye Xiaodi's swordsmanship inheritance Wudang Li Taibai is his strongest ability, but he has no name. In Ye Xiaodie's view, a fight is a fight, as long as you beat people to their stomachs, those who shout the name of the move are like taking off their pants and farting.

However, Eight Thousand Miles was created by Ye Xiaodie, and he promised Li Guan that as long as he had a knife in his hand, he would shout the name of Eight Thousand Miles, so that the world would know that Eight Thousand Miles was Li Guan's man's kung fu.

"I'm here to compete for the first place in the sky!"

Swinging the knife and slashing out eight thousand miles, Ye Xiaodie's eyes were filled with inexplicable tears.

A knife cut out was unremarkable, and even a gang wind never appeared, but it was Ye Xiaodi's move that seemed to be no different from sending him to death, when the rusty broken knife and the golden waves came into contact, the golden waves were directly divided into two, without the slightest trace of resistance.

The Buddhas were shocked, and the faces of the Buddha Lord and the White Lotus Venerable were even more ugly. It wasn't because their combined attack skills were broken, but because both of them felt the weirdness of Ye Xiaodi's hand breaking the knife.

Ye Xiaodi stood in the golden dust, the gold dust falling from the sky, some like blooming fireworks, Ye Xiaodie was in it, as if he was receiving a baptism. The fact is also true, although it is not a baptism, but after the collision, Ye Xiaodi and the broken knife in his hand have changed differently.

The "golden wave" that was split in two collapsed, and the air fell silent again. The glazed Ye Xiaodi flickered brightly and darkly, looking a little tired, and on the contrary, the broken knife in his hand looked radiant, if you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that the dark red broken knife that was still full of rust before has a trace of light, and a clear cut is on the blade of the knife with the light.

"It's ......"

Venerable White Lotus stared at the broken knife in Ye Xiaodi's hand with a solemn expression, and the words that followed were not finished, because he thought of a very bad thing.

At the same time, the Buddha Lord also thought of what the White Lotus Venerable had in mind.

"All Buddhas, follow this Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty!"

The voice of the Buddha Lord was unusually loud, although everyone did not know what it meant, but they still sacrificed their Buddha light to the sky, countless small ink-colored words in the mouths of the Buddhas, gathered in the sky and woven into a golden giant net, no one needed to urge at all, all the obscure evil things in a radius of thousands of miles dissipated, and the Peng bird who pretended to be unconscious before did not even have a chance to react, and directly became a turkey that had no hair.

"I remember that you are a member of my clan, and I still don't kneel down to thank the Buddha for your kindness to your recreation!"

That Peng Bird hadn't understood what he had experienced in a short moment, and Jin Peng, who had been pointed out by Ye Xiaodi before, appeared beside Peng Bird.

Secretly glancing around, Peng Niao found that the great gods in the sea of clouds that he looked up to before appeared, with his own ancestors, Peacock Daming King Bodhisattva, and Ying Long! No matter who these are, as long as they look at it from afar in the past, it is something that Peng Niao can boast about for a lifetime, and now, all the boasting that he has fantasized about has been realized at this moment.

Then Peng Niao suddenly realized a problem, the position of these ancestors around him seemed to be sweeping the array, and then Peng Niao thought of the legendary Ten Thousand Buddha Dynasty Sect that could purify all evils.

Peng Bird, who had turned into a turkey, knelt down, didn't even dare to raise his head again, and gradually began to tremble in his body.

"What is this evil star that I wanted to eat before? Let this Buddha who is all over the sky sacrifice all the Buddhas to the sect!"

Peng Bird's trembling heart thought silently, even the people who couldn't purify the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect at the first time were almost eaten by me at the beginning, if they could live today, there would be one more thing they could boast about in the future.

The Lingshan Divine Beasts swept the formation, and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect suppressed it, and the speed of Ye Xiaodie's glazed body flickering and changing faster and darker, became more and more intense.

With a knife in one hand and a sword in the other, Ye Li's eyes were closed all over his body in Ye Xiaodie's arms.

"Suppress all evils, hehe, but I forgot, I may really be able to be regarded as an evil demon!"

Facing the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect, Ye Xiaodi was about to lose his mind, when suddenly the three words Blood Condensation Pill floated through his mind, and then Ye Xiaodie, who was glazed, gradually crawled out of several blood lines on his body, until the battle patterns converged on the top of Ye Xiaodie's head.

Roar!

couldn't help but let out a roar, Ye Xiaodi rose from the ground, grabbed the golden giant net above his head with his bare hands, and slammed it to the ground.

Rumble!

All the Buddhas in the sky, some people retreated one after another, some vomited blood, Ye Xiaodie's right arm hung down, I am afraid that he will not be able to use a knife in a short time!

"Ye Xiaodie, as a disciple of Wudang, you actually cultivated the Demon Clan's exercises, and you are willing to fall!"

Bai Lianzun kept panting when he fell to the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to speak, and the work of accusing Ye Xiaodi naturally fell on the Buddha's body, at this time, the Buddha's feet were in the void, and the golden lotus had returned to the lotus platform.

Ye Xiaodi smiled slightly, he didn't know how a person who even smashed his magic weapon into the air dared to say such tough words. So he pointed around with a sword in his left hand and spoke.

"I, Ye Xiaodie, am a disciple of Wudang, who dares to say that I am an evil demon alien? Who dares to say that I am practicing demon exercises?"