The figure kept falling, and the long sticks that came quickly were close at hand, but Zhao Zhijing's face still had that funny smile, and the huge sword in his hand did not stop for a moment. The heavy power of the pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info condensed in this huge battle sword, and the sword qi was agitated, and the waves of Dao qi suddenly rolled up. The heavy pressure is like stars falling from the sky.

"Boom!" the sound of thunder came into their ears, and suddenly many warrior monks felt that they could not hear a single sound in their ears, and the thunderous sound was all over the place. The long sword was like an ancient giant mountain, crushing the heavenly pillars one by one, and the long sticks that stood upright turned into powder and dissipated in the air under the tearing of the sword qi.

The sword swept across, and the long eyebrow sticks were broken in an instant. Between the lightning and flint, Zhao Zhijing swept out with one leg, and several warrior monks flew out of the formation, and with a few booms, they had already fallen heavily to the ground.

One wrong step, one wrong step. This huge dragon descending array only had a few people knocked down, and there was a slight pause in the operation of this huge dragon descending array in an instant. The battle of masters is often only important in a moment. A moment is a very short moment for ordinary people, and there is almost no change, but in the eyes of people like Zhao Zhijing, this moment can decide a lot of things, and the victory or defeat is often only in a moment.

At this slight pause, the sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand swept out heavily. Suddenly, the sword light surged, as if it was about to tear the world apart. The dragon descending array, which was originally like a gap without a single gap, was like a flaw on the beautiful jade at this moment, sticking a crack on the original perfection.

With a horizontal slash, the huge power rolled the qi waves, and several warrior monks with high temples were thrown out of the large array. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's black figure flashed, like a sharp arrow, breaking out of the encirclement of the large array.

As long as he takes this step, Zhao Zhijing will be like a fish swimming in water, he is free, he is not an ordinary person can be the main file, in this Tianlong Temple, at this moment, only Kurong can stop Zhao Zhijing. When Zhao Zhijing stepped out of the big array, a withered yellow figure, like a yellow light, blocked the road that Zhao Zhijing stepped out of.

A little spark appeared in front of Zhao Zhijing's eyes, and a fiery aura suddenly emanated. On this night when the bright moon was blocked by dark clouds, Zhao Zhijing's eyes seemed to have an illusion. In the dark night, a golden sun rose. This tiny sun condensed at the tips of Kurong's fingers, striking straight at his chest.

Between the lightning and flint, Zhao Zhijing stabbed out lightly with a sword, a star condensed on the sharp tip of the sword, and a wisp of purple sword tip swayed, and like a purple dragon, entrenched on a big star.

Jin Yang and Da Xing collided in the air, and suddenly their energy was agitated, and the black sleeves that were clinging to Zhao Zhijing's arm broke one after another at this moment, like ink-colored butterflies flying in the air, revealing the arms that glowed with wisps of light. But Ku Rong's body was shocked, and golden light flashed on his face, and his face became a little older.

Zhao Zhijing's figure flashed, and the Purple Emperor Sword had already been submerged in the sheath. Looking at Kurong in front of him, Zhao Zhijing smiled and said, "Kurong, why bother." Your Kurong Sutra has not yet reached the pinnacle, but you have only reached the realm of the unity of withering and glorious, and have not reached the realm of non-withering and non-glorious. Today, in order to stop me, you have continuously released the blood and qi that you have refined over the years. As a result, the foundation is damaged, and the most that can be done in the coming day is that it will be healed, and the road ahead is broken. Is it worth it?"

"Nothing is worth it, the poor monk knows that even if he does not move forward like this today, the chance is very small, and it is also the wish of the old monk for many years to be able to meet with the donor today. At this time, Ku Rong, with his hands folded in front of his chest, and his face had a ray of light, like an enlightened Buddha.

"Okay! Kurong, you are really extraordinary, I will have a good fight with you today. As the words fell, Zhao Zhijing thrust the sheathed Purple Emperor Sword into the bluestone-paved ground. The thick bluestone under his feet suddenly cracked at this moment, and the scabbard sank into the ground, standing straight in the bluestone.

At this moment, there was an invisible flame burning in Zhao Zhijing's eyes, it was the battle intent, a kind of war intent to do anything for the martial arts. "Boom!" There was a loud bang, and Zhao Zhijing's glowing fist smashed heavily towards Ku Rong's chest, and it was suddenly like a huge drum hammer, smashing on the giant drum, and there were constant loud noises in the air.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed at this moment, a round of jade plates hung high in the air, and the bright moonlight dispersed to the world, and the Tianlong Temple at this time seemed to be covered with a thin white veil.

Zhao Zhijing and Ku Rong under the moonlight, the two have already fought dozens of moves between the lightning and flint. At first, I could still see the movements of the two of them, but as time passed, the two of them shot faster and faster, only hearing a thumping sound, but not seeing the arm that came out.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's spirit is highly condensed, without the slightest dispersion. Moves are no longer important, every move, every style, is like a stroke of genius, without the constraints of moves. In an instant, the withered glow of gold was launched, the true qi was swallowed, and the palm wind was whistling. It's just that when Zhao Zhijing was close at hand, this huge palm turned into a finger in the air, like a trapped dragon nail piercing the dragon scales, and pierced straight into Zhao Zhijing's chest.

Zhao Zhijing was between the lightning and flint, and pointed like a sword, the sword qi condensed, and a sword stabbed out. Yiyang finger and finger sword collided in an instant, clanging, and there was a sound of gold and iron. Zhao Zhijing, who repelled a yang finger, did not have a trace of relaxation or a trace of nervousness, and stretched out his claw with one hand to reach out to the top of Kurong's head.

Ku Rong turned his palm at this moment and struck out a palm upward, and Zhao Zhijing's claw turned into a straight palm in an instant, like a canopy, falling from the sky. The two palms collided in the air, stirring up waves of Dao Qi. Zhao Zhijing's fists and fingers kept pulling out for a while, and the slender fingers were like hooks and halberds, and they were like a big gun when they were pointed. The palm knife is like a heavenly knife, which makes people feel a sharp edge, and the hairs around the body that point to the throat will stand up.

Bang bang! The figures of the two jumped back one after another, their robes had been shattered at this moment, the bronze bodies of the withered Rong were exposed under the moonlight, and Zhao Zhijing's glowing skin also leaked out mischievously from the cracks in the night clothes.

At this moment, the backyard of Tianlong Temple suddenly turned red, and the huge flames rose high, illuminating the sky red. Holding the Purple Emperor Sword in one hand, Zhao Zhijing laughed and said: "Kurong, it seems that today is not a good time for us to fight, and if we continue like this, the Tianlong Temple will be burned." When the words fell, Zhao Zhijing pulled out the Purple Emperor Sword that was not in the bluestone, and his figure rose from the ground in a flash, and after a few ups and downs, he couldn't see Zhao Zhijing's dark figure. (To be continued.) )