"Buddhism Donkey Kong realm, a good monk, the White Lotus monk King Kong was not bad back then, I thought it was the pinnacle of this way, but I didn't expect you to be better. When he said this, Baili Chaohua had already drawn his knife.

Uncle Xiao's face was indifferent, but he also drew his sword.

Only Zhang Baoding was a little apprehensive in his heart, he was young and had reached the upper realm of Xuanche, whether it was on Wudang Mountain or among the five major sects, he was a unique genius.

However, there are too many geniuses in this world, there are people outside the world, there are heavens outside the sky, it seems that there will never be an end, although Li Wenshuo defeated him at the beginning, it was between those and a half moves.

But now, he can't even see the other party's back.

Zhang Zhang shouted coldly: "The enemy is now, don't be distracted. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Baoding's expression was awe-inspiring, and he hurriedly guarded his mind, the flying sword was unsheathed, and the clear sword chant resounded in the sky, the sword aura was like a dragon, and the thunderbolt wooden sword flew around his body for a long time.

With this move, Baili Chaohua laughed twice and said: "Brother Zhang's flying sword is really unparalleled, and it has surpassed the vast majority of Xuanche swordsmen in the world, I'm afraid it won't be long before I wait on the martial arts list to accept your challenge." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Baoding smiled awkwardly, but he was not as nervous as before, his heart was as calm as water, but he did admire this hundred miles of Chaohua, and his heart was worthy of being a master on the martial arts list.

Baili Chaohua is such a person, he was not valued by the family since he was a child, as an outcast, he was driven out of the capital, a nine-year-old child guarded a manor, countless people were eyeing him, and no one came to help him.

He barely survived.

But he still lived, not because he wanted to live more, but because he was unwilling, although he didn't care on the surface, but deep in his heart, he still wanted to make those who abandoned him regret it back then, and convince all those who saw him now.

Then today, if he slashes down, he will inevitably convince everyone.

He smiled and said, "Monk, the person who comes is famous, and I will not kill the nameless ghost under the knife." ”

The old monk clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, and said softly: "The poor monk is called the holy boy." ”

Baili Chaohua nodded, he hadn't heard of this monk who was famous all over the world two hundred years ago, but said, "My name is Baili Chaohua." ”

The old monk chuckled, like a stubborn stone, stood motionless in place, and said: "Although I haven't been out of the mountain for a long time, the name of the donor is still like thunder. ”

Baili Chaohua chuckled and said, "Later, the long knife in my hand will be slanted into your heart from three inches of your left chest and take your life, what do you think?"

Hearing this, the old monk just laughed and didn't speak, he knew his cultivation, obviously, he thought that Baili Chaohua couldn't do what he said at all.

Baili Chaohua didn't speak, he stepped forward, even the white-clothed bodhisattvas who broke through the army realm didn't see how he moved, only to see his figure flash, he had already arrived in front of the old monk, lifting the knife and slashing down, the knife was condensed, but the knife strength had broken through the air for hundreds of zhang.

Where is this to cut off the other party's heart?

This is clearly to cut the enemy in two!

But the old monk's face did not change, his face showed compassion, his eyes were firm, and he recited Amitabha Buddha lightly, but he really didn't fight back!

Baili Chaohua also sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't have a chance to withdraw the knife, this knife was chopped, and like his people, he would never look back.

The next moment, only a crisp sound could be heard.

It is like tens of thousands of catties of steel colliding with each other, roaring loudly and shocking.

Baili Chaohua's pupils shrank, his wrist shook heavily, and the vibration in his heart was even more powerful, looking at the monk in front of him who was swaying and meditating on Amitabha Buddha, he couldn't believe it.

His knife slashed firmly at the old monk's head, leaving only a red mark, and not even a drop of blood was shed.

What the hell is this?

The strength of the strong knife pressed the old monk into the bottom foot, the pebbles under his feet shattered, and the cracks on the dry and hard ground crisscrossed him, although the old monk's face was painful, but he was not really injured.

At the same time, eight white-clothed bodhisattvas joined forces to attack, one of them swung their fists, three raised their swords, and four raised their swords, and the white qi surging all over their bodies, the martial arts in their hands were different, but the exercises they practiced were similar.

But the power is not to be underestimated.

At this time, the old force of Chaohua has gone, the new force has not been born, and this is at the most dangerous time.

But a middle-aged Taoist appeared beside him, the Taoist was Zhang Zhang, he shouted angrily, and waved his sword in front of him.

The attack of eight people was thwarted.

Immediately afterwards, the Taoist stepped on the ground seven steps in a row, and each step fell, and a snow-white lotus bloomed on the pebbles under his feet.

Each lotus flower is a thousand sword qi sword intents.

The Taoist is really a Taoist priest who can kill, just as soon as he makes a move, the meeting is a life-killing art that takes people's lives, forcing the eight white-clothed Bodhisattvas to retreat.

"You don't have to worry about me, this hundred miles of Chaohua will be handed over to me, and you will do your best to deal with the two of them. ”

Even if he was an enemy, the holy boy was still polite and polite when he spoke to them, and he looked like a master, but at this moment, he had a completely different attitude towards these white-clothed bodhisattvas.

There was even a slight disdain in his tone that could not be concealed.

In a word, it can be heard that he doesn't care about the life and death of several people at all.

Several people also understood, half of them attacked Zhang Zhang, and the other half of them discussed it, and pounced on Zhang Baoding with a brush.

The attack is fast and tricky, and it is by no means something that can be avoided in the Xuanche realm.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Baoding seemed to be dying.

But the next moment, Zhang Zhang had already swept back at some point, and the luxurious sword swept in the air, and the sword was horizontal, slashing at the empty door behind the backs of several people.

These white-clothed bodhisattvas were also shocked, and hurriedly reflexively resisted.

But just as they turned around, Zhang Zhang had already returned to Zhang Baoding's body and commanded: "Although you use your sword to kill the enemy with all your might, with me, no one can enter three feet in front of you." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Baoding didn't have time to think about it, his mind was extremely concentrated, and the glorious wooden sword really slashed a streamer in the air, and in the blink of an eye, from east to west, from south to north, three white-clothed bodhisattvas were blocked.

This should have been impossible.

But he did.

Although he cultivated the supreme heavenly dao, not the murderous sword, but his lifelong cultivation was completely pinned on that line of flying swords, and under the same realm, his flying sword speed was three points faster than Li Wenshuo.

But that's not enough.

The most important thing is that his sword, the lightning strike wooden sword, was born to be contaminated with the way of heaven, passing between them, and fitting the avenue. In other words, this sword slashed through the air, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was not moved at all, which was an absolutely unexpected killing move for the strong man who relied on the power of the broken army who was accustomed to perceiving the changes in everything through the changes in the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

Dealing with other powerhouses that break the army may only have a surprising effect, but they can still detect the location of the sword through the perception of murderous aura or other means, and where it will come from.

But now it's different.

Although these white-clothed bodhisattvas are in the realm of breaking the army, but their realm is very problematic, not only are their martial arts moves single, and the exercises they practice are single, but even the adaptability of this on-the-spot is only above Xuantho, and the army is not yet broken.

According to Zhang Zhang's thoughts, they are just pseudo-broken troops.

But this realm is also quite difficult, it is already above the vast majority of martial artists in the world, although I don't know how the school palace can make so many monsters, but it is not in the eyes of Zhang Zhang.

This kind of guy with half a bottle of water, even if eight people work together, they will contain him at most, and if you want to hurt him, at least there must be a real army breaker in the middle.

And that kind of powerhouse, even if the school palace is really inherited for thousands of years, and all the masters have accumulated for a lifetime, and all of them have never passed away, there will never be too many.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of a white-clothed bodhisattva, and a sword that was originally slashed towards Zhang Zhang Zhang stabbed diagonally towards Zhang Baoding on the side, but who knew that a luxurious sword blocked the way of the sword, and the murderous aura came to his face, he didn't pay attention to it, and then his head was cut off by a flying sword that stabbed obliquely.

Seeing this scene, the remaining seven people all looked blue and white, glanced at each other, and then they shot together, five of them attacked Zhang Zhang, and the remaining two pounced on Zhang Baoding.

But who knows, Zhang Zhang retreated in just a few steps, standing with that Zhang Baoding, and the goals of several of them became Uncle Zhang Zhang's junior again.

The flying sword still whistled through the air.

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Summary of this chapter "Buddhism Donkey Kong realm, a good monk, the White Lotus monk King Kong was not bad back then, I thought it was the pinnacle of this way, but I didn't expect you to be better. When he said this, Baili Chaohua had already drawn his knife.

Uncle Xiao's face was indifferent, but he also drew his sword.

Only Zhang Baoding was a little apprehensive in his heart, he was young and had reached the upper realm of Xuanche, whether it was on Wudang Mountain or among the five major sects, he was a unique genius.

However, there are too many geniuses in this world, there are people outside the world, there are heavens outside the sky, it seems that there will never be an end, although Li Wenshuo defeated him at the beginning, it was between those and a half moves.

But now, he can't even see the other party's back.

Zhang Zhang shouted coldly: "The enemy is now, don't be distracted. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Baoding's expression was awe-inspiring, and he hurriedly guarded his mind, the flying sword was unsheathed, and the clear sword chant resounded in the sky, the sword aura was like a dragon, and the thunderbolt wooden sword flew around his body for a long time.

With this move, Baili Chaohua laughed twice and said: "Brother Zhang's flying sword is really unparalleled, and it has surpassed the vast majority of Xuanche swordsmen in the world, I'm afraid it won't be long before I wait on the martial arts list to accept your challenge." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Baoding smiled awkwardly, but he was not as nervous as before, his heart was as calm as water, but he did admire this hundred miles of Chaohua, and his heart was worthy of being a master on the martial arts list.

Baili Chaohua is such a person, he was not valued by the family since he was a child, as an outcast, he was driven out of the capital, a nine-year-old child guarded a manor, countless people were eyeing him, and no one came to help him.

He barely survived.

But he still lived, not because he wanted to live more, but because he was unwilling, although he didn't care on the surface, but deep in his heart, he still wanted to make those who abandoned him regret it back then, and convince all those who saw him now.

Then today, if he slashes down, he will inevitably convince everyone.

He smiled and said, "Monk, the person who comes is famous, and I will not kill the nameless ghost under the knife." ”

The old monk clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, and said softly: "The poor monk is called the holy boy." ”

Baili Chaohua nodded, he hadn't heard of this monk who was famous all over the world two hundred years ago, but said, "My name is Baili Chaohua." ”

The old monk chuckled, like a stubborn stone, stood motionless in place, and said: "Although I haven't been out of the mountain for a long time, the name of the donor is still like thunder. ”

Baili Chaohua chuckled and said, "Later, the long knife in my hand will be slanted into your heart from three inches of your left chest and take your life, what do you think?"

Hearing this, the old monk just laughed and didn't speak, he knew his cultivation, obviously, he thought that Baili Chaohua couldn't do what he said at all.

Baili Chaohua didn't speak, he stepped forward, even those white-clothed bodhisattvas who broke the army realm

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