Aiming at the momentum of the sword qi on the ground, Ba Si Pa reached out with an arm behind his back, and struck the sword of the other arm with the demon pestle in his hand, and in the resonance, the purple moon blade as wide as a zhang Xu smashed down, which could be blocked in the way of the sword qi. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe mana of the two compartments collided and made a loud bang. The messy aftermath shook off countless ancient cypress needles and spread outwards on the ground, forming an even radial band.

In this round, the movement is not small, and the children who came in a hurry are only catty. Torre was startled, and the guards in front of him hurriedly pulled him backwards and closed him in the circle.

The faces of the two great masters did not change, and they seemed to be just testing each other. Yin Zhiping flattened the long sword, pointed at Ba Si Pa from afar, exhaled his strength, his wrist shook, and the sword body seemed to come to life, transmitting a round of waves, soft not like steel, more like mercury. There was a loud buzz in the air, like a 747 jet flying low over. It was not someone else who secretly made this analogy, it was Zhang Liao.

Zhang Liao leaned on the wall and glanced at Zhi Zheng beside him, and Zhi Zheng also looked incredible. Originally, he didn't have any admiration for the cultivation realm in the thirteenth century, and he felt flashy and unrealistic from the beginning of Ngawang's communication envoy team to display the Joyful Lotus. Just now, Yin Zhenren's long sword pointed at the sky, which frightened Gu Bai, and he almost blurted out -- Isn't this my trick to punish my heart? Seeing that Ba Si Pa actually gave birth to eight arms, it completely subverted his world view -- damn it, this is absolutely alien! Amitabha, the monks don't say foul language. And now—

Facing the second sword, Phags-pa felt the pressure more clearly than others. The pressure did not come from the tip of the sword, but from the stratosphere overhead, which seemed to drain all the air in an instant, making it impossible for him to meet it. The buzzing sound resonated with the eardrums, piercing the mind, and it was very unbearable. He was also unambiguous, took a lunge under his feet, and in turn struck the demon pestle with his sword, shooting out a beam of purple lightning, piercing the sound wave diagonally, and without stopping, he continued to fly high, hitting directly on the crown of an ancient cypress tree. The whole body of the giant tree emitted a vigorous purple light, which instantly swelled, and immediately shrank back, and this time it rose and shrank, and it had already shaken off all the leaves and turned into a dead tree.

The Mongolian guards cheered in unison, and even Torre, who was hiding behind, couldn't help but stretch his neck and applaud on tiptoe. It's good-looking, it's really good-looking. There are many battles on weekdays, only tragic and not ornamental. These powerful hermits are rare to perform, and now they can watch it in the front row for free, which is enough to blow for a lifetime.

Outside the courtyard of the mansion, in the land temple two streets away, Zong Fang pointed to the sky and signaled Wen Congxin. From the point of view, the night sky is like ink, only the purple light in that direction is bright, and there is a faint humming sound. couldn't help but shout, "It's not good, they did it!" At that moment, he no longer cared about the horses, and with a whistle, he summoned Huang Erpi, who was standing guard on the eaves, and pulled Zong Fang out of the temple gate and went straight to the Golden Horde Mansion!

Yin Zhiping saw that Ba Si Pa intended to show off, and made a move to add to it, and gave the other party a bad review in his heart. He knows that in the eyes of ordinary people, whoever is more gorgeous and weird will have the appearance of a winner. In normal times, there is no need to worry about it at all, but at this moment it is a dispute between sects, and the significance is far greater than the dispute between sects. The results are well communicated and will most likely lead believers to turn for years to come. So he didn't hide it, turned his arm around, and used the third sword.

This sword, non-splitting and non-stabbing, touches the ground with the tip of the sword, exerts force against the bending sword body, and bends the sword spine towards the opponent. There is no flash of light, there is no dragon roaring and tiger roaring, simple and simple like a woodcutter resting, simple like a lonely leaning on the window.

In front of him, the void within ten meters seemed to be crowded with giant elephants in heavy armor, one on top of the other, slowly moving towards him. The pace is firm and unquestionable, and all obstacles are futile. Extremely rarely, a trace of sweat flowed down the sideburns of the living Buddha, and the eight arms were completely pushed forward - it is a matter of dignity, never take a step back!

Time froze at this moment, and the fighting method turned into a contest of pure cultivation. In the eyes of onlookers, both remained motionless, maintaining their last posture. In their own eyes, they each drove a two-leaf boat, trying their best to balance in the stormy seas. Whoever relaxes first will immediately overturn. Ba Si Pa was furious in his heart, but he didn't expect that this current Quanzhen Sect Leader could still compete with his eight-armed divine skill. His mind turned a thousand times, and he came up with countless tricks, all of which were discouraged by the inability to draw any of his arms.

In front of everyone's eyes, in the pile of people on the ground, a person suddenly stood up, with colorful stripes flying on his body and his waist full of fragments. He lifted his hat and cursed loudly, "The abominable devil has drugged the high priest's wine, and he is beyond his means. Do you think I'm drunk? I'm just asleep. This kind of abuse is not as strong as the mud between my toes. He staggered, as if he didn't see the two sides of the fight, he walked up to Luo Baiyan, squatted down, lit an incense, blew it on his nostrils, and then treated Luo Hengnian, Ba Jinsong and the six outer hall guards in turn.

The guards of the Mongolian army were about to stop drinking, and Torre waved his hand, "The high priest of Banza is a sage in the shamanic realm, the first holy doctor under the tent of King Kuoduan, and it is rumored that there is a realm of unity between heaven and man. Don't make mistakes. When the guards heard Kuduan's name, they immediately shut up. This suzerain is the first in line to the throne of the lord of the empire, Ögedei Khan. I heard that not long ago, Marshal Torre was demoted to escort grain and grass, and I don't know what mistake I made. Well, only Lord Torre dares to touch this tiger whisker.

I don't know what incense is made of, but I have tried it all the time. The Han people all over the land got up one after another, Ba Jinsong tried his hands and feet, and his strength was all back, and he couldn't help but recover a little courage, and immediately pulled Luo Baiyan to discuss countermeasures. Seeing that the situation was not good, Jing Qianchuan quietly moved back, blocking his vision with the back of the God King, and hiding in the shadows of the trees.

Pasipa didn't care about any of this at all, his physical strength and mana were passing rapidly, and the beads of sweat changed from one to two, and then more than a dozen poured out, and finally joined into a line, all the way to his chin, dripping down. Yin Zhiping was as motionless as a mountain, and under his seemingly calm feet, sweat had already wet his shoes and socks. This is the advantage of the Han family's Taoism, there are special exercises to cover face, which can allow sweat to be collected somewhere and secretly released.

The situation has been stalemate for five minutes, and Lama Ngawang has already summoned all the envoys who are recuperating from his injuries and came to the backyard to sweep the battle for the "Great Mongolian Empire's National Teacher, the Eight-Armed God King Ba Si Pa Living Buddha". Everyone watched intently, for fear of missing a sudden outbreak of wonderful moments due to visual fatigue. Luo Baiyan suddenly attacked, his target was not Ba Si Pa, but Jing Qianchuan behind Ba Si Pa.

A talisman pill was crushed, and the phosphorus fire flew forward rapidly. Let the Living Buddha misunderstand, what's the matter? Did you start a group fight? Ba Si Pa roared angrily, the muscles and flesh of his whole body rose up, purple light flowed up and down, and one of his eight arms was pulled out, turned in front of his neck, and sent it to his mouth, blowing the Gangdong bone horn again!

The purple thorns that erupted in an instant caught up with Luo Baiyan's high-level runes. This is a fire attribute burst talisman pill, which is extremely powerful, and Lao Luo didn't want to take the living Jing Qianchuan away at all, so he didn't choose the ice pill. I didn't expect to be intercepted by Paspa, of course, just stopped, but did not stop the explosion.

Boom! Shocking, the yard was filled with gunpowder smoke and tongues of fire. The huge shock wave was the first to bounce away the nearby Phags-pa. followed by Yin Zhiping, who was ten meters away, and the others who were not prepared also fell backwards at the same time. There were only a few people in the outer hall, pulling Banza, and lying on the ground in advance.

The horn sounded in the front yard of the mansion, and all the guards quickly gathered in the backyard when they heard the sound, and the hooves of countless Mongolian troops gathered here from all over Chengdu. Something big happened, and the marshal's Golden Horde mansion was bombed by thunder! This night was destined to be sleepless. In the history of the empire, leave a strange chapter.

In the outer space, in the Dan Garden, a little boy stood up, "From the heart, they are in trouble." We don't wait. He walked into the courtyard, holding a slightly dull green "fluorite" in his left hand, and his right hand slashed through the void with all his might, tearing a crack. The gap was much larger than the one he usually used to throw out the garbage, and it was pitch black as ink, with the occasional starlight twinkling. He poked his left arm completely into the gap, and the "fluorite" pointed downwards and slammed down!

In the sky above the Golden Horde Mansion, a vision suddenly appeared, and a transparent sphere with a radius of more than a kilometer was covered in the air! The green waves on the surface of the sphere are constantly rippling, and the rhythm is like breathing. The cavalry who were the first to gallop outside the gate of the mansion couldn't dodge, and directly hit the outer layer of the sphere, and were ejected back by the huge elastic force. Here, it's completely closed!

In Danyuan, the little boy struggled to retract his left arm, as if he was holding not a stone in his hand, but a mountain. A man and two women behind him hurriedly stepped forward to pull, and the four of them worked together to finally pull back this arm.

With the entire Golden Horde Mansion as the center, the periphery of the spherical section was severely cracked, and some of the dismounted Mongol troops outside the courtyard fell into the cracks in the ground that suddenly cracked. The earth is trembling, and the mansion is trembling. After a muffled sound, the mansion was finally uprooted, wrapped in a ball of light and rising into the air, leaving only a huge pit on the ground. The ball of light shone green, slowly accelerating until it disappeared.

In the night sky, it was as if a deep crack had quietly closed, as if the sky had blinked mischievously, and then there was no sound. Only the stunned soldiers and civilians were left all over the city, temporarily forgetting the pain of the war, immersed in boundless shock, unable to extricate themselves for a long time......

No one noticed that a dying wild dog on the side of the street suddenly shuddered, and the dragon spirit tiger stood up sharply, walked quickly to the edge of the huge pit, looked down at it, and then looked up again. In a deep voice, he muttered, "What are you doing? Do you want to follow the rules? How do you write this special report?"