"Hahaha! You're finished! You're all dead! The Four Locks... Hahaha, the Four Locks are the ones who have truly integrated into the core fragments of power. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "The Linghai, who was suppressed by the Divine Palm of Rulai, laughed loudly and turned his body.

"Seal the heavens and lock the earth!

A small golden lock appeared, quickly fading the huge palm print that had been transformed into a divine palm.

"What's going on? how can he cast a lock?" someone exclaimed.

In fact, many life-breaking powerhouses already know it at this moment.

The sky was torn with huge and ugly wounds, the iron locksmith with the black mask, the copper locksmith with the copper mask, the silver locksmith with the silver mask, the gold locksmith with the gold mask.

The mighty army rushed into the Buddha country that was separated by the Shaolin Temple.

And just behind the vast army of locksmiths, there are a total of ten dragon carts, and in the middle of the dragon carts are ten figures wearing rolling gold robes, and their faces are also wearing masks, but this mask is no longer a lock, but a kind of weird, no one present can understand the shape of half a picture and half a text, very weird, after looking at it for a long time, it will make people feel nauseous and want to vomit.

"The light of Huineng Patriarch's Buddha nature has been polluted, and after the death of the four lock kings, the authority in their bodies overflowed, so that this Buddha country that was originally full of the true qi of Buddhism was dyed by authority again, everyone be careful not to be locked by them with the true qi, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable. Master Lingkong said loudly.

Everyone really didn't expect that the four lock kings who seemed to have a very high status were just cannon fodder, and they were used to subvert the entire Shaolin Buddha Kingdom.

If it weren't for that, when the four lock kings came in, they would have rushed up and taken them down directly, and then sealed them, but there would be no such trouble.

The Shaolin Temple was in turmoil during the civil war. Despite "Breaking the Delusion", many heroes in the rivers and lakes were still locked in their true qi, and they couldn't change in time, and they were hacked to death by the blade, and they died aggrieved.

What's more, not everyone has practiced the "Breaking Delusion Divine Skill", although this skill has been widely spread, but it has not reached the level that everyone can know after all.

Gu Chuanxia looked at a silver locksmith with a silver paper-clip mask on his face at this moment, and asked, "Senior brother?"

"Why did you join them?"

"For only by joining them can I overcome you. I already know that you changed the trajectory of my destiny, and it was you who brought me to where I am now. So I must kill you and take back my destiny. Ling Hu Chong's tone was flat, and it seemed to imply hatred, but Gu Chuanxia felt that it was not right. What's more, fate or something, with Gu Chuanxia's understanding of Ling Hu Chong, even if he knew the truth, he would never care. He was actually a very contented man with no ambitions.

"Senior brother, do you have anything unspeakable?" asked Gu Chuanxia.

Linghu rushed and said: "Don't talk nonsense!

A sword aura rushed towards the ancient legend with a majestic momentum.

The strong wind mixed with the sword qi pressed down head-on, and even those who were a little closer to the ancient legend would feel that it was difficult to breathe.

The wind swept in with the sword qi, and the sharp whistling sound was like a ghost crying god, and those who heard it were shocked.

Gu Chuanxia felt that his body and mind were unprecedentedly peaceful and peaceful at this moment, and he suddenly understood what Ling Hu Chong meant, he didn't really want to seek revenge on him, but wanted to tell him something he couldn't say with his mouth through a sword competition.

He felt all this, felt the true emotions hidden in Ling Hu Chong's heart behind this violent and ferocious misfortune, so in the face of Ling Hu Chong, Gu Chuanxia also drew his sword at the same time.

A violent grinding sound sounded.

It was the sound of the blade tearing through the wind, tearing through the light, tearing through space, tearing at everything that stood in its way.

Linghu Chong let out a long roar, and the whole person's toes tapped the void, turning into a clear wind, and rising into the air along with the clouds and mist.

At this moment, the bright moon has already risen, and the moonlight is sprinkled between the vast sky and the earth through a thin mist of light that has been re-filled, and the surrounding mountains and mountain shadows fall down, reflecting many strange shadows, like a mirage in a trance. The moonlight broke through the fog, covering his black clothes with a layer of silver glow.

"Boom!"

Gu Chuanxia's sword cut through the light ripples of the moonlight, broke through the wind barrier, and collided with Ling Hu Chong's sword.

The night wind swept the clothes of the two of them, and the whole world seemed to be banned in an instant.

The two of them held long swords, and exchanged hands more than a dozen times in an instant, and then both retreated tacitly, while gently stepping on the void with their right feet. Immediately, a dull thunderous sound sounded.

The two of them fought all the way, no longer confined to the square, and gradually separated from the central battle area, so that the battle communication between them would be smoother and less disturbing. And Ling Hu Chong still can't seem to say anything directly, and still uses swordsmanship to speak. However, this method is not excluded by ancient legends.

Swordsmanship is like a new language, connecting the two.

This is a small lake in front of the stupa, and the stupa reflected in the moonlight is particularly tranquil. However, Shaolin has turned into a Shura battlefield, how long can such tranquility be maintained?

The two continued to fight, their feet on the clear water, constantly colliding with each other on the surface of the lake, the sparks splashed by the blades of the sword, occasionally illuminating their reflections on the surface of the lake, and the light and shadow flowing. Killing each other, but they seem to cooperate with the swordsmanship, occasionally giving people a sense of harmony.

The surface of the lake was suddenly calm like a mirror, but the undercurrent at the bottom of the lake was turbulent, and the swimming fish who had been hiding at the bottom of the lake and thought they could escape were shaken into pieces by the sharp sword qi. Even the slightly larger stones at the bottom of the lake would be shattered by the fierce sword qi and turned into sand and stones.

The surface of the lake did not move, but the whole lake seemed to shake violently, and the dull sound muffled the sound of the night wind blowing through the trees.

At this moment, Ling Hu Chong's whole body clothes suddenly flew up, facing the wind, bluffing wildly, and the light and mist in the sky seemed to begin to gather and rotate towards him, which looked extremely weird.

Gu Chuanxia smiled slightly, and the long sword in his hand connected the dots.

The frost froze all those light mist, and the light mist that condensed towards Ling Hu Chong, the cloud formed by those light mist began to rotate extremely jerky in the process of running.

"Boom!"

An explosion came from Linghu Chong, gradually approaching Gu Chuanxia.

"Boom!"

The two of them had two swords, both of which were full of spirituality, and the wind and clouds were entangled with the frost and confronted each other. It looked as if the clouds and clouds were suddenly still, and suddenly froze.

Gu Chuanxia did not use the mountain and sea sword, but used the Tianhong sword, and the swordsmanship used gradually returned to the Wuyue swordsmanship, but it was much more subtle and profound in comparison.

Ling Hu Chong's figure came out of the bottom of the lake strangely, appeared in front of Gu Chuanxia, and then swung a sword.

At this time, there were also people on the lakeside who saw this battle, and although they themselves were also in a bitter battle, they still couldn't help but take a look or two, and then looked at the clouds and smoke that swirled and flew like an angry dragon on the lake, and the patches of frost. The whole world seems to have changed because of the battle between these two.

The bright moon was still hanging high, and the bright moon projected from reality exuded a strange purple at this time, and the purple shrouded these rapidly rotating clouds, frost and snow, dyeing them all with a layer of lilac halo, which looked like an absurd and bizarre miracle.

(To be continued.) )