Yicui Peak is in the western suburbs of Lushan Mountain, it is a peak that is quite close to Xijing in the continuous Lushan Mountain, and it is named because the mountains are stacked and green, and the bamboo waves are surging like the sea. At this moment, the cold is rising, and it is shivering on the top of the green peak, but the beautiful scenery of its afternoon is as thick as a glass of wine, and the glow is half covered by a heavy cloud, and the light and clear light is much hazy. Under the misty clouds, the tops of the undulating mountains with heavy humidity shimmered with colorful light, and the scenes of cold immersion of the void were reflected.

Master Turan was now standing on the edge of the highest and steepest cliff, and the person facing him was the sleeping Arhat senior. A gust of cold wind blew in, and from a distance, I saw the sleeping Arhat stepping forward, hunting in his clothes in the wind, and said with a long smile: Turan, I haven't seen you for a long time!

"So what? One thought becomes a demon, and one thought becomes a Buddha. There may not be much difference between Buddha and Demon, you and I have different causes and effects, different desires and desires, so why force me to become a Buddha?

"Then go to hell and be your devil!, old ghost, today, I have granted your wish!" the sleeping arhat laughed, and his white beard fluttered and danced.

The two of them each stood on the edge of a cliff, but they were far away. But the two answered each other from a distance, but it was as clear and true as sitting opposite each other. A few words later. The two laughed together, and the laughter rolled in one place, like two angry currents colliding, stirring and flying, and inspiring.

"Turanian donkey, you're finally here!, but it's time for me to avenge the Bamboo Temple!" Fluttershy stared at Tulan, who was dressed in snow across from her, and her voice was infinitely cheerful. Turan's long hair swayed lightly in the sunset, and he said lightly: "Seeing that you are confident, do you think you can really kill me?" The tone was as calm as water, and his body was as tall as a mountain, but it gave people an indescribable majestic color! The dim white sun was overhead, and the clouds and mist fell on the three people who stood on the peak, making their immobile bodies look like three extremely majestic mountain rocks.

The sleeping Arhat remained silent, only took a deep breath of the cold mist, and said with a deep smile: "Ten thousand Buddhas return to the sect, and the qi is good!" With this long and incomparably long breath, his originally dry and thin body suddenly seemed to be much taller, and his iron-colored clothes were flying.

The mountain wind grew stronger, but Turan still stood quietly, and the white clothes on his body seemed to be cast in silver in the whistling wind at the peak, and he did not move at all. The sleeping Arhat's body did not move, but the strength of his body had turned into a sword and frost sword, and it came in a sneak, and those who were slightly inferior in skill would squeeze his mountain-like strength and spit blood from his mouth. But Turan was unaware of the invading and oppressive energy of the people around him, his eyes gradually became clear, and he said slowly: "Heaven and earth, I am the only one! Garuda Divine Skill, help me destroy life and destroy the world!"

On the mountainside opposite the Cui Peak, a small pavilion rises, between the eaves and arches, there is still the rhyme of the Liao Shi Palace, the glow hits the three broken handwriting of the "Qingxin Pavilion", and even this hazy Qinghui is much older. This Qingxin Pavilion is the best place to watch and see the green peak. More than a dozen blue-shirted guards sat in a circle in white robes and robes, and some of them still couldn't stand the cold air in the mountains, and frequently rubbed their hands and stomped their feet. The white-clothed scholar who hugged them in the pavilion like the moon was wearing only a thin white shirt, sitting in the pavilion, but he was as imposing as a mountain and did not move, staring intently at the three people on the opposite peak. This white-clothed scholar was the mysterious master who stood side by side with Elder Demon Fish on the boat last night.

"Shakya was born, walking seven steps around, looking at the four clouds: heaven and world, only I am the only one!" Insect Fluttershy quoted the scriptures, and after a few long sentences, he laughed and said, "Bah, you Turanian traitor villain, what kind of exaltation, but just a stinky and stinky shit!" The guards guarding the "Qingxin Pavilion" were all swaying, as if they were in the mood for a sudden battle. However, the white-clothed scholar on the side did not even make a slight tremor on the placket of his clothes, and a mysterious smile broke out on his face: "The Tao is in the ants, the Tao is in the drowning! In the eyes of those who know through life and death, dog shit pouting is the way! This Turan becomes a demon or a Buddha, it's just a matter of doing whatever you want!"

Turan said angrily, "Stinky boy, don't talk too much, killing you today will be like killing an ant!" Insect Fluttershy laughed, "Okay, I want to see the mysterious bullshit magic that I know!" Raising his eyebrows, he shouted, "Hurricane Wind!" In the midst of the loud shout, the cold claws were swung out, which was exactly the "Heavenly Wind Momentum" that was increased by a hundredfold power of Insect Fluttershy. When he raised his claw slightly, the person was still ten feet away from Turan, but when he swung out his claw, the person protruded in front of Turan without warning.

This cold claw was silent, but the sleeping Arhat felt that the clouds, bamboo leaves, cut rocks, and vines and grass on the peak of the peak all shook slightly. Sleeping Arhat was shocked in his heart, only to feel that the meaning of this claw enveloped the heavens and the earth, and it was really unavoidable, unstoppable, and secretly thought that if it was to change to himself, there would be almost no other way than to fight hard. He was moved, but when he saw the cold flashing, Fluttershy had already pounced!

"Good!" Turan said in a slanted stride. Sleeping Arhat's eyes shrank, only to feel that he was very particular about this step, and he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "Why didn't I think of this trick?" I couldn't help but secretly admire Turan's courage. It seems to be a step that seems to be a retreat but not a retreat, and it seems to be free and elegant, but it is also dangerous—in the face of Fluttershy's fierce and fierce killer hand, it is tantamount to asking for a dead end.

The Sleeping Arhat, who was extremely martial artistic, did not dare to do so in the face of the Heavenly Wind Momentum, which was a hundredfold increase in the power of Insect Fluttershy's move! Among the masters, only Turan dared to use such an extraordinary trick.

At this point, Fluttershy was even more shocked than Sleeping Arhat. The wind on his claws can make the wind surge, but when Turan on the opposite side flies back, his whole body seems to be full of strength, and his stretched strength suddenly turns into a thick pile of sand. Fluttershy feels her claw struck in the sand, and though it is fierce, she can't do anything. The most terrifying thing is that Turan is flying, full of energy, implicitly counterattacking at any time, as long as his inevitable claw is slightly sluggish, the strength of the sand pile will collapse and squeeze at any time. That counterattack must be unstoppable!

In the flash of his mind, the fierceness of the "Heavenly Wind Momentum" and the domineering aura of the "Heavenly Wind Momentum" have come to an end! "Go!" Insect Fluttershy raised the Butterfly Divine Skill to the top, and he exhaled and let out a loud voice, and his claws tore it without pause. "Heavenly Wind" is rigid in softness, but a touch at the end is rigid in softness. Seeing that Fluttershy suddenly switched from attack to defense, like a silver bowl containing snow and an egret hiding frost, without the slightest trace, he couldn't help but cheer loudly in his heart.