Although the light of the stars is not conspicuous, the light of the stars cannot be seen at sunrise, and at night it is only the background of the moonlight, but Liu Boqin from later generations knows that even during the day, there are stars shining, but they are only covered by the sun, but they still exist, and they contain unparalleled power in places that have not been ignored.

"Tiger!" Liu Boqin closed slightly for two days, the essence flashed in the small eye slits, and a knife was slashed out, and the sound of the tiger's roar rolled in, like thousands of thunders suddenly exploded, and a kingly breath of the king of the mountain spread, and a knife slashed horizontally, just like the peace of fate, and the sword light cut out of the golden horn seven-star sword, just formed a cross, it was the edge of the hostile, not an inch of land.

In the eyes of people like Liu Boqin, as long as they comprehend the artistic conception, whether it is palming, fisting, fingering or other things, they can be converted into each other, just like at this time Liu Boqin began to practice the method of refining the body of the tiger demon since he was a child, and the true meaning of the tiger demon has been integrated into the soul.

"Bell, bell!" The three-foot sword turned into a thousand jun sticks and the seven-star sword in the hands of the Golden Horn King continued to collide, and a crisp sound continued to emanate, followed by a little bright light in the air when the two collided, at this moment Liu Boqin and the Golden Horn King can be said to be immersed in each other's battles, the sword is incomparably fast, even if there is no mana to excite, its power is beyond the reach of the mortal masters.

Looking at the two of you at this time, you have a knife, I have a sword, you come and go, no one has taken advantage, but I have not seen who has been defeated, Sun Wukong on the side has settled down, I don't know when the Ruyi golden hoop stick in his hand has been put away, at this time he is sitting on a mountain rock on the side, with an interesting look in his eyes, looking at the battle between Liu Boqin and the Golden Horn King in front of him.

At the same time, Zhu Bajie and the Silver Horn King in the Lotus Cave were naturally watching this scene, but the two of them were much more comfortable than Sun Wukong at this time, and the stone table around them was full of delicacies, roasted mutton, and stewed pheasants were delicious, and the wine glass was still full of good wine, and there was still no aroma of wine.

But at this time, the eyes of Zhu Bajie and the Silver Horn King were not looking at everything on the table beside them, and the two pairs of eyes blocked a round mirror floating in the air, which was made of wine condensation, and the battle scene between Liu Boqin and the Golden Horn King appeared on it.

This method is the Yuanguang technique, the spell that ordinary immortals will have, naturally both Yinjiao and Zhu Bajie will do, as for which of the two uses the spell, it doesn't matter anymore, watching a good show is what the two of them care about.

"Interesting, it seems that I still underestimated that kid!" "I didn't forget to eat when I watched the play, I raised the wine glass with one hand, grabbed the leg of mutton with the other, and couldn't stop commenting, I really eat, drink, and watch without delay, I am living ah, a pig who can live, and I will be named the messenger of the pure altar by the Buddha in the future, which is well deserved.

Compared with Zhu Bajie, the silver horn is much more elegant, no matter what, people are also the characters around the Taishang Daozu, the one who is close to Zhu is red and the one who is close to the ink is black, and he has been by the side of Taishang Laojun for a long time, this cultivation is not something that ordinary people can compare, but at this moment, he looked at the scene in the Yuanguang technique, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said: "Golden Horn, what the hell are you doing, you are competing in martial arts with this kid, don't you know the master's orders, but to capture Tang Sanzang and his party?"

"Hahaha!" Zhu Bajie suddenly laughed in his mouth, glanced at the silver horn that was frowning at this time and said: "Silver horn, you don't know this! This westward journey is the general trend, the westward journey must be carried out to the end no matter what, the eldest lord is naturally clear in his heart, the purpose of your and Jinjiao's trip is only to block it for a period of time, and it is also a way to eliminate cause and effect, as long as it is blocked, it doesn't matter what the result is, since Jinjiao likes to do this, let him do it, we are here to eat and watch the play, this is the big thing!"

Zhu Bajie's words made sense, and even Yinjiao's heart couldn't help but have a hint of admiration, but the last sentence exposed his true nature.

Pigs still like to eat, it seems that this eating Zhu Bajie can't be changed, at this moment the silver horn can't help but mourn for Zhu Bajie's master for a second, how could he accept such a person as an apprentice, and he is also the first disciple of the three generations of disciples, and his status is equivalent to Erlang God Yang Jian, but compared with the two, this gap makes people don't know what to say.

"Snort!" The seven-star sword and the war knife turned into a thousand jun sticks came into contact, and with the sound, they both drew a bright light, and in an instant, the seven-star sword in the hand of the Golden Horn King was directly close to Liu Boqin's throat, and as for the war knife in Liu Boqin's hand, the sharp blade, glowing with cold light, also slashed out towards the chest of the golden horn.

"Ahh

The bodies of the two of them staggered away, and then looked at the golden armor on the chest of the Golden Horn King was also torn open, but this Qianjun stick is still a stick, even if it is turned into a war knife, this sharpness is always not as sharp as the seven-star sword, and there is no tear on the chest of the Golden Horn King, this time Liu Boqin fell to the disadvantage.

Quiet, at this moment, the sound of the sword striking stopped, there was no sound of killing, but the light sound of a wisp of breeze, which swept past Liu Boqin's side, and the long hair on that end suddenly danced, making Liu Boqin in the silence have a trace of life.

"Draw the knife, slash!" erupted in the silence, as if all the power was constantly compressed until it was compressed to the extreme, and the power that erupted from the inside was the ultimate explosion, and at this time, Liu Boqin's slash was such a knife technique.

The pitch-black war knife was glowing, there was no sword light, no loud sound and roar, but when I saw the war knife in Liu Boqin's hand cut out like a child, it seemed to cross the void, and it disappeared in a flash, and when it reappeared, the sharp tip of the knife was already against the chest of the Golden Horn King.

And the seven-star sword in the hand of the golden horn was also against Liu Boqin's chest, but it was just a little bit worse, it only touched the robe, not the skin.