Lady Lu Yao fought with Dharani empty-handed, and was restrained by his casually bent and retractable arms. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info suddenly Dharani's other arm stretched out and grabbed the big tree beside Mrs. Lu Yao, and her body flew towards Mrs. Lu Yao like a spring.

This move was extremely fast, and Mrs. Lu Yao was hit by his knee in the lower abdomen, and she fell to the ground.

Dharani didn't want to get entangled with the Li family in Jinzhou, and turned around to deal with Lu Xiaoyuan, when suddenly a white figure flashed in front of him, and a cold ice sword qi slashed at him.

Dharani leaned back and dodged, only to see that the person who came was dressed in white and holding a jade sword wrapped in linen, it was Zhang Heng sent by the emperor. He was bored, went down the mountain to wander, and happened to encounter a fight between four people, so he came to help.

Dharani saw the person who came clearly, and shouted: "Look for death!" His arm skyrocketed, and he used the "Crime Extinguishing Karmic Fire Palm", and the large ball of purple flame fluttered in his palm, slapping towards Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng's left palm was lucky, and the "smoke and clouds surged" were used, and the two forces collided, Dharani's body shook slightly, but Zhang Heng was rushed back a few feet.

He knew that the strength of this monk's heavenly position was a great enemy, and when he saw that Lu Xiaoyuan was suppressed by the ghost slaughter, the frost and snow shook at the moment, the linen cloth cracked, and the long sword turned into a white light and stabbed at Dharani.

Dharani's arm stretched out, his palm facing the frost snow, and when he was about to make contact, his wrist turned around the blade of the sword.

Seeing this, Lady Lu Yao shouted, "Be careful!" This is exactly how Dharani used to snatch her short sword just now.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Heng's wrist flicked, and he saw Bai Mang flickering, and the scream suddenly sounded.

Dharani jumped back, grabbed the bloody right wrist with his left hand, and his face turned pale as he stopped the bleeding with his true qi. There was a dark palm lying on the ground in front of Zhang Heng, and his five fingers trembled slightly.

Dharani thinks that his yoga skills are profound, and the strength and flexibility of his limbs have reached his peak, and no weapon can hurt him.

He was conceited, he had never suffered such a big setback, the nameless fire was stirring, his eyes were staring at Zhang Heng, and he was about to burst into flames.

Zhang Heng looked at his beast-like fierce gaze and was secretly on guard.

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Lu Xiaoyuan and the ghost slayer fought for a long time, and the ghost slayer was reluctant to hurt him for the bounty at first, so he showed mercy under the knife, but when he saw that Lu Xiaoyuan's sword moves gradually became ruthless and vicious, he seemed to have the meaning of ending up together, and he was furious in his heart.

He and the Boom Iron brothers are both murderous thieves and bandits who will kill all innocent people if they resist when robbing. This is done because of their brutal nature, and secondly, because they are notorious, and when someone encounters them robbing, they are afraid of the ferocity and dare not resist.

At this moment, he was provoked by Lu Xiaoyuan to be ferocious, and he didn't care about the bounty and silver, so he used the "Ten Sections Slash", his figure was vertical and horizontal, the black light was shining, Lu Xiaoyuan was dazzled, and gradually lost his support.

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Over there, Dharani suddenly shouted, took off the vajra behind his back, stepped forward, waved his left hand, and slammed it into Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng crossed his sword, and a metal intersecting sound sounded, and he only felt a shock all over his body, and he almost fell to his knees.

Dharani single-handedly used the stick, although the subtlety of the move was greatly reduced, but in his rage, he used all his strength, and the energy on the vajra continued to spread out, only to hear the wind howling, breaking all the trees within a radius of two feet.

Mrs. Lu Yao kept retreating, retreating four feet away, still feeling a strong wind.

Zhang Heng used his true qi with all his strength, coupled with the assistance of the power of frost and ice, he could resist it, but the beads of sweat on his forehead kept pouring out, and it was obvious that he couldn't support it for long.

After more than ten rounds, Dharani's anger subsided slightly, and he slammed the vajra into the ground, silently reciting the mantra, and six pillars of light spread out from the vajra, forming a huge hexagonal shape.

Zhang Heng knew that this "Six Rods Purgatory" was the profound martial art of Ming Wangzong, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he wanted to rush out, Dharani sealed with one hand, and the six pillars of light rotated up, forming a wall of light, Zhang Heng swung his sword and slashed, and the cold ice sword qi came out through the wall, but the wall of light was not broken.

Dharani's body was suspended in the air, speeding up his fortune, and countless pillars of light appeared in the air, dense as a shower, like a meteor, falling into the wall of light.

Zhang Heng stood on the spot, a sword slashed out, the sword qi roared, collided with the pillar of light in the middle, and the qi burst out. I saw a clear blue energy like a clear spring, bubbling out in the overwhelming golden pillar of light, which was a great spectacle.

Dharani's cultivation was much higher than Zhang Heng's, and after such a stalemate, Zhang Heng's true qi was exhausted, and the strength of the cold ice sword qi emitted was greatly reduced, and the clear spring-like qi seemed to be drying up.

At this moment, a Buddha horn came from the forest: "Amitabha", the voice was extremely loud and gentle, and the master of Xinguan walked slowly, and in a moment he arrived at Zhang Heng from ten zhang away.

As soon as he closed his hands, a circle of flames appeared at Zhang Heng's feet, and the flames rose up, turning into an ancient bell, enveloping Zhang Heng inside. The pillar of light fell on the flame bell, and the flame bell was unharmed. A fire dragon coiled on the bell, swallowing flames, is the defensive martial art of Fojue Temple "Yanlong Heavenly Bell".

The fire dragon swirled and expanded with the urging of the true qi of the master of mind, and soon filled the wall of light, and Dharani carried out the blessing of the three secrets with all his might, and the golden light emitted by the pillar of light seemed to become substantial. The fire dragon roared in the wall of light, and it couldn't break through for a while.

At this moment, a purple figure suddenly arrived, it was Zihua Zhenren. He and Master Xinguan are both first-class masters in the world, of course, they can't fight two against one, press the sword and watch.

Master Xinguan urged his true qi while saying: "Zihua is in charge, so that his nephew Lu Xiaodao was chased and killed by a ghost, and he quickly went to save him." ”

Zihua Zhenren was startled, his eyes scanned, and he saw that the footprints of Lu Xiaoyuan and the ghost slayer stretched out chaotically to the depths of the mountain, and hurriedly resisted the wind to save people.

After chasing not far away, he heard the sound of "stabbing lala" behind him, and when he looked back, two gray thorn wheels came from the ground, leaving two gravel traces along the way.

The true qi attached to the two thorn chakras was extremely strong, and with his heavenly strength, he didn't dare to despise it. At the moment, luck is in the sword, just wait for the thorn wheel to get close, and the dustless sword will be unsheathed.

The two thorn wheels suddenly rose seven feet away from him, flew back, and were caught by a monk, who was tall and thin, with a bitter face, and was Zhuo Wo.

Zhuo Wo's hands hit each other, the two supernatural wheels touched, and when there was a long sound, like a dragon's groan, without saying a word, he rushed to Zihua Zhenren, and his right hand wheel slashed down angrily.

Zihua Zhenren's long sword was unsheathed, and the horizontal sword resisted, and there was a loud "dang". These two heavenly masters gathered their energy in the soldiers, although they did not have the strength to radiate, their power was extremely strong, and ordinary martial artists were a little bit of a wipe, and they were also worried about their lives.

Zhuo Wo took a step back, and saw that the long sword in Zihua's hand was almost transparent, emitting a luminous white light, and the white light was dusty, and he knew that this was the dustless sword of the Shenglang Sect. He swirled with his arms, and the two sharp super-wheels carried the sound of the wind, and kept attacking the vital place of Zihua Zhenren.