"Ya Fei Dao!"

Zhao Juejiang and the Sword Lord couldn't bear it anymore, and the two of them roared and rushed towards Uncle Tai. Another black mist erupted from the mouth of the Yafei Dao, and the abbot of Hui Zheng saw that the situation was not good, so he immediately picked up a Zen staff from the ground and rose from the ground. With a wave of the staff, he dispersed the black mist and exhaled a five-character mantra to Zhao Juejiang and the others!

"Sword Lord Zhao, don't be bewitched by the devil! isn't the Luoshui Sword Master lying on the ground!"

Zhao Juejiang looked back, and sure enough, he was remorseful. This illusion of the tooth is indeed powerful, and an old man like him, who has lived for more than two hundred years, has also fallen into the Tao unconsciously. But in the blink of an eye, the eyes of the two suddenly became as black as ink.

The abbot of Hui Zheng was holding a Zen staff and confronted the Ya Fei Dao in front of him, without feeling the killing intent coming from behind him.

"Master!"

Dong Ping couldn't bear to see the scene in front of him, he couldn't stop it.

"Poof!"

Zhao Juejiang's hand penetrated Master Hui Tribulation's body forcefully, and what he held in his hand was Master Hui Tribulation's still pulsating, hot heart. Master Hui closed his eyes in shock, the Zen staff was still held in his hand, and his expression returned to indifference at the last moment of his life, like a Buddha smiling at a flower.

The monk was furious and committed a remonstrance.

They killed Zhao Juejiang and the others, but Zhao Juejiang, the two sword masters, used hundreds of years of cultivation to kill a bloody path from the monks, and they continued to move forward, wanting to slaughter all the people here.

Dong Ping held the knife in his hand, and the slightest coolness from the knife could not extinguish the hot anger burning in his heart. The divine sword has a spirit, and he seems to feel the sadness and helplessness of his master, and it groans softly, like weeping.

Ya Fei Dao saw that those who were going to kill him were now killing each other, and he smiled with satisfaction, this world is no longer the world of seventy years ago, but he is still there.

Ya Feidao said to Dong Ping: "Hehe, kid. Behold, what is your calculation in the face of my teeth? Seventy years ago, no one could have killed me, and seventy years later, too. "In the illusion of Shaolin, Dong Ping defeated him once. This made Ya Feidao not only admire Dong Ping, but also make him angry. Defeating the so-called masters of the world is nothing to Ya Fei Dao, he has done it seventy years ago. The old sword master Zhao Tan, my master Chen Anzhen, is not his defeated general.

The sense of accomplishment that comes from defeating a person who is determined and not bewitched by him is what Ya Fei Dao wants now.

Dong Ping laughed angrily, "If I can defeat you once, I can defeat you a second time." ”

Ya Fei Dao continued to hit Dong Ping, and he sneered loudly: "You, you can't even stand up now, and you still have to beat the deity? ”

As soon as Ya Feidao's words fell, a rolling black cloud suddenly floated from the west. Black clouds covered the sky and the sun, and there were even colorful divine thunders rolling and exploding in the black clouds.

Ya Feidao's face was happy, and he said lightly: "Look, this is called the Heavenly Tribulation." After this tribulation, the deity will enter the heavens and become the immortals you worship. Then you will know that what you are doing now is nothing but foolishness. ”

Suddenly, Uncle Tai stretched out his hand and pinched the tongue in front of his chest: "After I complete the hegemony, it will not be too late for you to become an immortal and gain the Tao! Don't forget, your life is still in my hands!"

Ya Feidao looked disdainful, and as soon as he rolled his tongue, he swallowed Uncle Tai's tired hand into his mouth. Then he closed his teeth, only to hear a click, and Uncle Tai's tired hand was bitten off by the tooth. Ya Feidao chewed on Uncle Tai's tired severed hand, as if he was tasting the most delicious delicacies in the world, and he ate with relish.

The anger in Uncle Tai's tired eyes seemed to erupt immediately, and his mouth and nose trembled, and they had changed shape at this time. Uncle Taiti used his remaining right hand to clasp Ya Feidao's forehead. He wants to completely tear off the poisonous insect attached to him and even the flesh and skin!

But in the blink of an eye, Uncle Tai seemed to feel a huge pain, he was spasmed all over, and his facial features twitched non-stop. Ya Feidao chuckled: "You know now, whose life is even less valuable, right? Whatever you want to do, the deity has done it for you. You're so slamming on the door that you don't even want to pay the slightest. ”

Uncle Tai only felt that a sharp mouth full of fangs was frantically gnawing at his internal organs, and this kind of pain was comparable to being in purgatory. He couldn't bear it, he didn't give up, and no amount of pain could compare to the loss of not being able to achieve his grand ambition again. Suddenly, Uncle Tai gritted his teeth tiredly, and he thrust his right hand into his chest, and he heard a miserable scream. Uncle Tai tiredly plucked out his teeth and held them in his hands. He shouted: "Leave me! Give me three years, and I will let you enter the Heavenly Gate!"

Ya Fei Dao didn't feel much pain from the loss of his eyes, he smiled as if he had given in, and said, "Good boy, the deity is afraid of you." ”

Uncle Tai pinched his eyes with a pop, as if he was declaring his sovereignty. Subsequently, he proudly overlooked the three monks of the Buddhist Dao Sword who were fighting and bleeding in the mountains.

At this moment, the five divine thunders turned into thunderbolt dragons and rushed down from the black clouds.

As if feeling the violent aura coming from above, Ya Feidao smiled and said: "If I don't go, the thunder will come, and this thunder will come to me, Uncle Tai, are you angry or not?"

Uncle Tai looked up at the sky tiredly, and suddenly shouted, "Get out!"

After that, five True Qi Divine Dragons roared out from Uncle Tai's tired palm and soared into the sky.

Let's see the ten dragons colliding violently, and the thunder dragon is no match for Uncle Tai's tired true qi dragon, and it collapses one after another. But a few traces of electricity lingered, and the electricity crackled on Uncle Tai's tired hand. In an instant, Uncle Tai's tired palm became charred.

Feeling the pain coming from Uncle Tai's tired palm, Ya Feidao said with a rare look of horror: "This is not a thunder punishment! This is the five thunders of the divine night!"

Suddenly, a figure fluttered in from the distant mountains.

He looked indifferent and held a long sword.

"Master, disciple is not good, today I have come to avenge your old man!"

Ya Feidao smiled: "Is it your old friend?"

Uncle Taiti said lightly: "Yes, although his cultivation is profound, his heart is too impetuous, and he should not be afraid." ”

Hearing this, Ya Feidao spit out another mouthful of black mist from his mouth, and rushed away at the person who came.

Wang Wenqing led the four of Sun Qiqi and the three young men of Ping Yanzong to follow, and he smiled at a few people and said, "Our chances are all tied to him alone. ”

Does Lao Li'er have a sword?

Yes, his sword, the heart of fame.

When Lao Li'er was passing through the black fog, a somewhat tired voice came from his ear: "Old friend, thank you." ”

Lao Li'er suddenly thought that twelve years ago, he met a person in a thatched and dilapidated tavern. The two of them hit it off at first sight, talked about wine, and probably forgot what they talked about, but the feeling that no matter what they talked about, it was very comfortable, and it remained in their hearts. Lao Li'er shook his head and threw out all those old things.

But at this time, a black mist penetrated Lao Li'er's mouth and nose again. The scene in front of him flickered again and again, and finally froze on a vast expanse of snow.

In front of the low tomb, a thin figure was rummaging through the treasures to satisfy his hunger. But now that a catastrophe has just been suffered, and ordinary people can't even eat enough, who will carry tribute to burn paper? At this time, several hungry men with skin and bones carried a corpse with expressionless faces and threw it in the cemetery, and they did not even dig a pit. He didn't even wrap the corpse in a mat, and the emaciated boy saw the corpse, a cardamom girl who had not yet grown.

The young man swallowed his saliva, and he secretly said that human flesh should also be able to satisfy hunger. He crawled to the ground and crawled towards the corpse, not daring to look up for fear of seeing the girl's cold gaze.

As soon as his hand rested on the corpse's body, the back of his head suddenly went cold. He looked behind him without fear, and behold, an old man with white hair and beard was looking at him with a smile.

"This is your sister, right? don't be sad, I've come to bury her for you. With that, the old man took out a piece of dry food from his bosom and handed it to the thin young man.

Yes, the old man can see through everything, but he will never say anything, he is like an old and delicate oil-paper umbrella, smooth and warm, and can shelter people from the wind and rain.

Lao Li'er smiled and muttered, "Master, thank you." ”

When Lao Li'er pierced through the black mist, his eyes were clear and his expression was calm. But the sword in his hand is even sharper!

Uncle Tai's tired cultivation is enough to laugh at the rivers and lakes, but when he faces Lao Li'er's sword, he is still uneasy.

"I haven't been corrupted by demons!"

"My heart is dead. ”

Scold!

This sword seems to have crossed time and space, and crossed reincarnation. It seems that as long as Lao Li'er is willing, his sword can divide the world into two! But at this time, he just passed this sword through the eyebrows of a face and through a person's body.

Lo and behold, the style of this sword.

"Daddy!"

Wen Ruoyun heard the exclamation in his ear, kicked the short boy next to him to the ground, he stepped on the young man's mouth, and said viciously: "Remember! You only have a master, only a senior brother!

Unwilling, reluctant, unwilling, I don't know, but I am relieved. Uncle Tai muttered tiredly: "Old friend, listen to the night rain." ”

Ten years of lights in the rivers and lakes.

After all, all the grand plans and hegemony in his heart were all wasted with that sword. In a moment's thought, he returned to the dilapidated thatched hut, where he was drinking, and an old red-nosed man who was a little crazy came in from outside. He remembered his first words: "Friend, I invite you to drink." ”

At this moment, from Uncle Tai's tired body, a black mist flew out, and he was about to fly into the sky and escape here!

Lao Li'er grabbed Uncle Tai's tired corpse and choked up: "Old friend, go with peace of mind." ”

With that, he swung his sword and slashed at the black mist in the air.

But with a sword slash, the black mist separated, and in the blink of an eye, the two merged into one.

Wang Wenqing suddenly shouted: "Dong Ping, Wen Ruoyun, Sun Qiqi, Shen Chaos, your opportunity has come, don't go quickly!"

At this time, Dong Ping's body was light. His eyes flashed cold, and he jumped to his feet. When he landed, he actually grabbed the black mist of the illusory and non-body. At the same time, Wen Ruoyun came with the sword and bit the black mist with his mouth. Sun Qiqi and Shen Chao also followed suit in turn.

The four of them were running the Kunpeng Strategy at the same time, and a large stream of black mist was swallowed into the body of the four people, and the miserable sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves suddenly came out of the black fog.

"I said, I'll kill you with my own hands!"

Dong Ping roared angrily, and the black mist that he swallowed into his body suddenly turned into a faint black finger qi that shot out from his fingertips! The black mist that had become thin disappeared like a gust of wind.

At the same time, a mournful wolf howl rang out from the mountains in the distance. The Liao army, which marched to the halfway point, stopped abruptly. They stood still, turned and went back.