Swordsmanship, in addition to the kung fu in the hands, pays more attention to the cooperation of the whole body, so the person who uses the sword, the light body kung fu of tossing and turning will not be weak.

Facing the eight white-clothed bodhisattvas at the same time, even Uncle Zhang Zhang couldn't stand there like a stake and let them fight.

His steps flickered, almost unrecognizable.

Zhang Baoding was standing behind him, how Uncle Zhang Zhang moved, he moved, the steps and breathing of the two were slowly synchronized, just like one person.

Zhang Baoding is like Zhang Zhang's shadow.

But this shadow controlled the flying sword to fly in the air, rushing blood, and at the same time, he held a bright yellow rune paper between his fingers, hidden in the shadow behind Zhang Zhang.

He knew the strength of the little uncle.

Similarly, Uncle Xiao also knows what he is doing, the two have been in the same door for many years, and the tacit understanding between them has long been silent, and with the joint efforts, even if he deals with seven white-clothed Bodhisattvas, he is still at ease.

And Baili Chaohua, at this moment, is also constantly wandering in front of the holy boy, sometimes stabbing out.

The holy boy's face was very painful, in a short period of time, Baili Chaohua slashed one hundred and eight knives on him, although the clothes on his body had been turned into strips of cloth, he still did not shed a drop of blood.

But the strength of the knife entered the body, and it slashed firmly on the flesh, although it couldn't really hurt him, let alone hack him to death, but it really hurt.

He hadn't experienced such pain in years.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight back, although his realm is high, he has reached the realm of Donkey Kong in Buddhist legends, but his shot is too slow, which is also the characteristic of Buddhist exercises, the deeper your realm, the slower it is.

Because the Buddha is compassionate, he has no intention of hurting others.

For thousands of years, only Li Juexian was the only one who could break out of this rule.

Or it can also be said that Baili Chaohua's body is too fast, and the other party slashed one hundred and eight knives on him, one hundred and eight opportunities, and he didn't make a move, because he thought that even if he made a move at that time, he couldn't touch the corner of the other party's clothes, and wasted his energy in vain.

So now he stood still and didn't move, chanting the Buddha's name in his mouth, his eyes closed, his face full of pain, but his heart became clearer and clearer.

He's strong.

Few people in the world know him today, but back then, he could be said to be known to everyone.

It's just that no matter how high the master is, he is so powerless in the face of the passage of time.

He has experienced countless life and death tragedies in his life, and he knows what he should do just by looking at it.

He didn't pay any attention to Baili Chaohua at all.

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Zhang, who was wielding a sword, and Zhang Baoding, who was full of solemnity, and at the same time, Zhang Baoding also saw him.

The old monk smiled at him.

Zhang Baoding is a peerless genius, whether it is cultivating or practicing swords, and even fighting.

Just by looking at it, he knew that he was facing the most powerful enemy he had never encountered in his life, so he didn't have any hesitation or luck, and instantly used his most powerful means.

The flying sword swept back, slashed past him, and when it flew again, there was already a bright yellow rune paper on the sword's body, tightly attached to the sword, and the tail end had begun to burn.

With a buzz, a blue-blue lightning burst out from the hilt of the already extremely fast flying sword, leaving an afterimage and white turbulence in the air, and then suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, the wooden sword was dozens of zhang away and came to the old monk's body.

The wooden sword pierced the old monk's shirt on his chest, and then he was forced to stop.

I only heard a muffled sound, like the dull sound of a wooden stick hammering a tree, and the strength of the forest exploded, and the old monk's already cloth-like clothes instantly turned into flying flotsam in the sky at this moment.

There was a drop of blood on the tip of the sword.

The face of the thin monk turned pale, and after a long time, he took the second step forward, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and said, "Good sword." ”

Zhang Baoding's eyes widened at the moment, when he shot this sword, it was extremely casual, even the nearest white-clothed bodhisattva didn't notice his movements, because his killing intent was not aimed at them.

This sword is very fast, so it is also extremely powerful.

The moment he made his move, he noticed that the old monk with a painful face had just taken a step forward, and was about to take a second step with his foot raised, this time forward, also towards the tip of his sword.

He firmly believes that no matter how powerful a character is, when facing his sword, he will either dodge in advance or force his face with thunder.

Otherwise, even Zhang Yuanzhi would not be able to stand there and take his sword.

However, the monk who jumped from the sky did nothing.

Zhang Baoding was faintly looking forward to it, because he wanted to see if the old monk was really not bad, whether he could block the strongest sword and the strongest talisman.

However, after a very short period of time, all the anticipation turned into an emotion, and that was shock.

The first-line flying sword was really forced into a line in the air, and then pierced into the old monk's heart, successfully causing the other party to bleed a drop of blood, but other than that, it did not cause any other damage.

But he didn't have emotions like depression, the difference was so big, he could make the other party bleed with a full blow, although it was not something to be proud of.

But if he enters the realm of breaking the army, he thinks that his sword can penetrate the body of the old monk.

The flying sword swept back, and the yellow rune paper on it had turned into flying ashes, but at this time, there was already another one in his hand, and this one was a little different.

The old monk finally stopped moving.

He could ignore Baili Chaohua's sword, but he couldn't ignore this person.

Baili Chaohua is a person who does things, and it is never something that others can ignore, he saw the old monk's thoughts, and his heart was full of anger that was ignored, and it was full of ridicule of the old monk.

He will not be ignored by anyone, because anyone who dares to underestimate and ignore him will regret it in the end.

Since the knife couldn't cut him, he put away the knife and stood in front of the old monk, the fingers of his right hand were inserted into the old monk's eyes, and at the same time, he kicked out and attacked the holy boy's lower yin.

He wants to see if you, Donkey Kong Realm, are really all parts of your body that are not bad.

The wind roared in the air, and the sound was terrible.

The old monk sighed, and finally made a move, he waved a palm forward, the palm wind was fierce, like a knife cutting the face, blowing away the hair bun of a hundred miles of Chaohua, this palm is so powerful that it is enough to overwhelm the mountains and seas.

Baili Chaohua suddenly had an iron plate bridge, let go of this palm, stopped the movement of his hand, but the action under his feet did not stop, and he kicked it over.

The old monk was naked, old and thin, like a zombie, and even the little brother was no longer the majestic of the past, and he was sitting there dryly.

But as long as it's a man, it's his weakness, no matter how old he is.

The old monk is also a meritorious participant, and the arm that was originally pushed out horizontally moved down sharply at this moment, narrowly and dangerously blocking the foot of Baili Chaohua, which shows that this old monk who has entered the realm of Donkey Kong is not really the whole body has reached Donkey Kong.

The old monk sighed, not caring at all that his little brother was swaying in the air, still with a sad look on his face, and said: "Donor, you and I have no grudges, why is this bitter." ”

But Baili Chaohua didn't pay attention to it at all, and at the same time as this kick out, he drew his knife and slashed at the old monk's eyes.

The old monk raised his hand to resist.

Then the blade passed through the old monk's fingers, without stopping, and the power swept over without diminishing, the old monk's pupils shrank, and a palm swung forward, and Baili Chaohua immediately withdrew the knife and retreated.

The knife was stained with blood.

"Good knife technique, what's the name. ”

The old monk's voice trembled slightly, and the pain on his face was even worse, and blood flowed out of his eyes, which looked particularly terrifying.

"Mirrors. ”

Baili Chaohua calmly spit out these four words, and he snatched the old monk's eyes with this knife, but he did not relax at all, because the opponent did not panic a point.

This shows that the battle is not over yet, and may even have just begun.

The old monk laughed dryly, stretched out his hand, and gouged out his eyes.

Looking at this scene, Baili Chaohua suddenly felt a chill.

The old monk's eyes had turned into two big black holes at this moment, and the blood was smeared on his face little by little by the thin fingers, and after a while, the old monk's face was already full of blood.

At this time, the old monk actually had a little smile on his face, and said: "As a child of the Buddhist family, I have abided by the rules of the Buddhist family all my life, and I dare not exceed the slightest. ”

Hearing this, Baili Chaohua only felt that this monk was really hypocritical, and kept saying that he should be punished for making mistakes, but he was still doing what he was doing, without the slightest remorse.

He laughed, his eyes were full of mockery, and said coldly: "Then you Buddha is really compassionate." ”

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Summary of this chapter Swordsmanship, in addition to the kung fu in the hands, pays more attention to the cooperation of the whole body, so the person who uses the sword, the light body kung fu that tosses and turns will not be weak.

Facing the eight white-clothed bodhisattvas at the same time, even Uncle Zhang Zhang couldn't stand there like a stake and let them fight.

His steps flickered, almost unrecognizable.

Zhang Baoding was standing behind him, how Uncle Zhang Zhang moved, he moved, the steps and breathing of the two were slowly synchronized, just like one person.

Zhang Baoding is like Zhang Zhang's shadow.

But this shadow controlled the flying sword to fly in the air, rushing blood, and at the same time, he held a bright yellow rune paper between his fingers, hidden in the shadow behind Zhang Zhang.

He knew the strength of the little uncle.

Similarly, Uncle Xiao also knows what he is doing, the two have been in the same door for many years, and the tacit understanding between them has long been silent, and with the joint efforts, even if he deals with seven white-clothed Bodhisattvas, he is still at ease.

And Baili Chaohua, at this moment, is also constantly wandering in front of the holy boy, sometimes stabbing out.

The holy boy's face was very painful, in a short period of time, Baili Chaohua slashed one hundred and eight knives on him, although the clothes on his body had been turned into strips of cloth, he still did not shed a drop of blood.

But the strength of the knife entered the body, and it slashed firmly on the flesh, although it couldn't really hurt him, let alone hack him to death, but it really hurt.

He hadn't experienced such pain in years.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight back, although his realm is high, he has reached the realm of Donkey Kong in Buddhist legends, but his shot is too slow, which is also the characteristic of Buddhist exercises, the deeper your realm, the slower it is.

Because the Buddha is compassionate, he has no intention of hurting others.

For thousands of years, only Li Juexian was the only one who could break out of this rule.

Or it can also be said that Baili Chaohua's body is too fast, and the other party slashed one hundred and eight knives on him, one hundred and eight opportunities, and he didn't make a move, because he thought that even if he made a move at that time, he couldn't touch the corner of the other party's clothes, and wasted his energy in vain.

So now he stood still and didn't move, chanting the Buddha's name in his mouth, his eyes closed, his face full of pain, but his heart became clearer and clearer.

He's strong.

Few people in the world know him today, but back then, he could be said to be known to everyone.

It's just that no matter how high the master is, he is so powerless in the face of the passage of time.

He has experienced countless life and death tragedies in his life, and he knows what he should do just by looking at it.

He didn't pay any attention to Baili Chaohua at all.

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Zhang, who was wielding a sword, and Zhang Baoding, who was full of solemnity, and at the same time, Zhang Baoding also saw him.

The old monk smiled at him.

Zhang Baoding is a peerless genius, whether it is cultivating or practicing swords, and even fighting.

Just a glance,