"Master Kong, please don't hesitate to give me advice. ”

Just when everyone was still immersed in the unpredictable sword just now, Zhang Zheng once again challenged the air, as if what he had won just now was not the first sword in the world, but a nameless person, an opponent without the slightest value.

But on the matter, the first sword in the world, the sword frightening wind is really not a false name of the waves, the swordsmanship is very high, but it is a pity to meet Zhang Zheng, his sword pursuit is never to defend and not attack, but to kill with one blow, the sword fright is just careless in the mood to reveal a flaw, he seized the opportunity and won with one move. If Zhang Zheng had murderous intent just now, the sword would not be able to escape death. However, if the two of them fight with all their strength again, the winner may be 30 moves away.

But victory is victory, defeat is defeat, and the rivers and lakes only talk about the result, not the process.

"Your Excellency is mighty. Luo Jusheng's henchmen shouted in unison, and the momentum shook the sky, falling into the ears of the sword on the side, but it stabbed his heart again and again.

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"I also hope that Master Kong will not hesitate to give advice. Zhang Zheng said again, the air had to make a move, whether it was for himself or for the sword, this battle was inevitable.

"If the poor monk is lucky enough to beat the donor's one-and-a-half moves, can the donor return the sword book to Shuiyue Nunnery and swear not to cultivate the magic knife in the future. The old monk held a tin cane and said helplessly.

"Yes. He nodded: "As long as the master wins, the sword score will be presented with both hands, and he will not step into the Water Moon Nunnery for half a step." As soon as the conversation changed, Zhang Zheng suddenly asked: "Then what if you are lucky enough to beat the master by one and a half moves?"

He frowned and didn't speak, he hadn't thought about this question before, and now he had to think about what conditions he should agree to if he lost, he still didn't think about it, so he asked, "What conditions does the donor want to make?"

Zhang Zheng was waiting for this sentence, he said: "Just let me go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Shanlin Temple to stay for three days, what does the master think?"

The empty is not only extremely high, but also the first seat of the Luohan Hall, the power in his hands is very great, Zhang Zhengti's requirements can be big or small, the big one is said to covet the mountain and forest martial arts, and the small one is just to exchange martial arts, although there are not many of the seventy-two stunts left in the mountains and forests, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the background is there, and it is enough to learn one or two of them.

"Okay, the poor monk promised the donor. ”

Likong thought for a moment, but still agreed, he was also confident in his own strength, in Zhang Zheng's memory, Likong's senior brother understood that it only took a battle to break Liu Sheng's killing god but Ma Shou's killing god with a knife, and the empty would not be far off.

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"The donor doesn't have a knife?" He saw that Zhang Zheng was just carrying his hands behind his back and the long knife on his waist was not used, so he reminded Zhang Zheng unmoved, and only said: "There is a knife in my heart, so what does it matter if I don't have a knife in my hand." "This is the highest level of the four-layer kendo of loneliness, it is not difficult to say, it is not easy to say, the premise is to have incomparable internal strength, and the second is the requirement for the state of mind.

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"The donor is open-minded, why should he be obsessed with the magic knife. He sighed lightly, his thoughts were inexplicable, and his expression was sad, but he was a good Buddha's heart.

"There are no magic knives in this world, and some are just demons. The heart is right, the heart is not the magic knife, the master is really obsessed, focusing on the leather statue. He said.

"It's useless to talk too much, and please be careful. "The blank beard flies, jumps up, and the golden tin wand falls on the head, which is enough to have the power of ten thousand jun, the shadow of the rod is splashed, and the drip does not leak, and the thirty-six Buddhas remove the magic wand to make the furnace green, and each rod can open the stele and crack the stone, and the power is strong.

Zhang Zheng pointed into a sword, and pointed out the cold mang's sword light again and again, and the pace under his feet changed, and every cold mang he pointed out fell on the empty tin staff, and a roar like gold and iron erupted.

The sword finger of "Bell Bell" rhythmically taps the tin staff, playing a pleasant piano sound, sonorous ups and downs, sword light and sword shadow.

"Phantom Sword" waited until the old monk's seventy-two cane method was completed from head to toe, Zhang Zheng's internal force was swallowed, and the sword fingers immediately extended three feet of sword qi, and he only felt that his eyes were in a trance, and he lost his figure in front of him.

At the last moment, he put the tin staff in front of him and took Zhang Zheng's knife, at the cost of the tin staff being cut into two sections, and the knife qi cut out a long ravine on the ground, and the air was dangerously sideways to dodge.

"I didn't expect this trick to work. Breaking the wand with the phantom sword, he didn't take the opportunity to make a sword, but muttered a few words in a low voice, this trick learned from Sleep Maniac Shiro has already been practiced to the fullest, but he has never had a chance to use it, and he didn't think that he would make a meritorious contribution for the first time.

On the contrary, the old monk was frightened out of a cold sweat, and glanced at the half-cut tin staff in his hand, which was covered with finger prints, all of which were pointed out by Zhang Zheng with his sword.

"The donor has a lot of finger power. The old monk sighed, but he directly threw away the tin staff in his hand, his hands were folded in his chest, and the powerful internal force gathered in his palms, forming a pale golden streamer, and at the same time, the terrible coercion surged in all directions.

"This is the palm of great mercy. Zhang Zheng's face finally showed a trace of solemnity, the old monk has a strong palm, and he is using this trick Shaolin mastery, the power should not be underestimated, and it will not be fun to accidentally overturn the boat in the gutter.

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"Compassion for the heavens" and the empty hands were pushed out violently, and a huge golden "swastika" palm print appeared out of thin air, and after a few breaths, it skyrocketed dozens of times, becoming the size of three zhang, and the old monk did not know what Buddhist scriptures were reciting in his mouth, and the Zen sound was endless.

The sound of the Buddha is in the ears, as if in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, by the Buddha's degree, the heart is calm, the evil spirit is eliminated invisible, and a number of Dongchang masters have been affected, and their eyes are confused.

"It's a good trick to be compassionate and compassionate, and the means of Buddhism are really profound. Zhang Zheng was slightly angry in his heart, raised his hand and pulled out the long knife at his waist, the pitch-black blade did not have a trace of light, but it brought a piercing chill.

"The gods and Buddhas can't stop my sword. Holding the hilt of the knife with both hands and holding the long knife vertically, he said coldly: "Kill the god with a knife." ”

The internal force poured into the blade, and the terrifying killing intent mixed with the evil qi broke out of the body, and the sword qi that was seven or eight zhang long extended in an instant, and an extreme sharp qi was surging, and the ground paved with bluestone slabs was cut through dense spider web-like cracks.

The cold killing intent instantly woke up the surrounding Dongchang masters, and the confusion in their eyes was gone, and the coolness in their hearts spread all over their bodies.

In front of them, Zhang Zheng was holding a long knife, holding the sword qi, like a hellish Shura, where there was still a half-ordinary and gentle appearance.

"Chop" burst into a shout, the huge knife qi fell violently, and the empty compassion collided together, the Buddha was prosperous, the knife qi was flying, and the air made a "crackling" explosion, shaking people's eardrums tingling, and the ground was directly cut into a deep ravine.

The old monk's face was red, his yellow robe was bulging, his feet were deeply sunk into the stone slab, his hands were raised high, and he was frantically gushing out of internal force, but the huge knife qi was crushed inch by inch of the "swastika" Buddha seal.

It's just a stalemate for a moment, Zhang Zheng suddenly strengthened, the knife light skyrocketed, and he couldn't hold it anymore, the Great Compassion Palm was forcibly broken, the Buddha seal was completely broken, the old monk couldn't stand, he was shocked and flew out upside down and spit out a mouthful of blood, the long knife was cut off unabated, the old monk couldn't break free, and simply closed his eyes and waited for death.

However, the unicorn and the sword frightening wind on the side had already reacted, one of them took out his sword and slashed at Zhang Zheng, and the other pounced on the empty knife.

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"Chop" Zhang Zheng's fighting spirit was great, and he directly abandoned the empty and unicorn, and turned to a knife against the sword to slash away, the sword light was Huohuo, the killing intent was awe-inspiring, a knife broke the sword momentum, and another knife came again, directly forcing the sword to retreat, the surging sword momentum overwhelmed the Quartet, and one person fought the three masters alone, not showing the slightest decline, but having the upper hand.

On the other hand, the three of them were seriously injured in the air, the sword was frightened and the fighting intent was completely lost, and they ate Zhang Zheng's two swords, only one Qilinzi still had strength, but it couldn't become the climate, and it was not Zhang Zheng's opponent at all.

"Ahem" stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said: "The donor's martial arts are superb, we are not opponents, so let's stop today." The other two did not speak, apparently acquiescing.

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"Okay, I'll personally go to Shaolin and apologize to the master another day. Zhang Zheng put away the long knife and said leisurely, ignoring the sword frightening wind and the ugly expression of the unicorn. "Please go back today, the three of you, and I won't be far away. ”

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"The poor monk is waiting for the donor in Shaolin. Leaving this sentence, the three of them turned around and left.