The Purple Emperor Sword wrapped in black cloth in Zhao Zhijing's hand was like a wooden stick more than four feet long at this time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Zhao Zhijing, who was smiling, swept away with a stick, although he did not have the strength of the golden monkey to dance the Qianjun stick, but there was still a huge pressure, which pressed straight towards Ku Rong, and suddenly Ku Rong only felt that the air around him became dense in an instant, trapping him to death.

Feeling this tremendous power, the Kurong in Kurong's body was running rapidly, and the face on one side was like a baby, and the other side was like an old pine bark, and at this moment, there were wisps of golden light wandering on his face, and the face that was like dead wood was shining at this moment, and became plump at a speed visible to the naked eye. The golden light disappeared, and the withered face was no different from ordinary people. But from its body, it exudes an aura that is like an immortal vajra.

The power of the finger of one yang is even greater under the urging of the Buddha Sect's internal merit and glory sutra. The two eyes looked at the ink-colored long stick that attacked, like a baby's fingers, at this moment, the power of a yang finger suddenly exploded, and it was heavily placed on the scabbard of the Purple Emperor Sword wrapped in the ink-colored cloth, and the ink-colored cloth strips wrapped around the scabbard broke at this moment, like ink-colored butterflies flying in the air.

"Cangchangchang!" The figures of the two flashed, and the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand was unsheathed in an instant, and a purple lightning appeared in the sky, and the sword qi was stirred up at this moment, leaving a sword mark three feet long and five inches deep on the portal where the pagoda was opened. The blue bricks flying out of the long sword marks flew quickly in the air, breaking through the air curtains and letting out a scream.

Zhao Zhijing shouted: "Ku Rong took me a sword, heavy sword technique." The words fell, and the long sword quickly came out, not the lightness and speed of the usual long sword, but at this moment, it was like a heavenly pillar toppling, and the huge force tore the air apart, and suddenly let out a scream like wind and thunder.

The "bang" long sword slammed into Ku Rong's erected palm, and suddenly there was a huge sound, like a giant bell ringing, and both ears were deaf at this moment.

"Poof!" A mouthful of hot blood spurted out of Kurong's mouth, and the withered yellow body flew out of the door at this moment, and the pair of legs like old pine coiled roots pressed heavily on the ground, pulling out a long deep scar.

The dust in the field dissipated, and the monk was afraid of breaking the withering Rong still stood straight, but there were bright red blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and the face like a baby also became mature at this moment, as if he had changed from a baby to an adult in an instant. An old monk dressed in a robe and holding a Buddhist bead showed a look of horror on his face at this moment, and as soon as he stepped out a few steps, he came to Ku Rong's side, and shouted in horror: "Senior brother." ”

Ku Rong shook his head slightly, waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and then stared straight at the portal from the pagoda cave. "Da", "Da", "Da" The sound of crisp footsteps kept coming, the sound was unhurried, the smoke and dust dissipated, and I saw a young man in a black night suit, walking out of the gate of the pagoda. Seeing the many yellow-robed monks in front of him, this person's face did not show a trace of horror, and he also showed an interesting smile.

The old monk beside Ku Rong waved his wide sleeves and shouted: "Take this person down!" Suddenly, the warrior monks holding eyebrow sticks one by one, in an instant, the long stick pointed directly at Zhao Zhijing, who was wearing a black night robe, and surrounded him. Suddenly, in both ears, there was only the shouting of the warrior monk. At this moment, the long eyebrow sticks smashed towards Zhao Zhijing one after another.

The long stick tore through the air and let out a scream. The shadow of the stick was pervasive, like a canopy composed of long sticks, pressing towards Zhao Zhijing from the air. It's just that all this, in Zhao Zhijing's eyes, is not as good as Ku Rong. The sharp Purple Emperor Sword stabbed out like lightning, and a smashed long stick was cut in half by the Purple Emperor Sword.

A sword was slashed horizontally, and the three long sticks that were smashed were cut off by Zhao Zhijing with a sword and fell to the ground, and only a short stick remained in the hands of the warrior monk who came out of the stick. Seeing this scene, the old monk beside Ku Rong suddenly shouted: "Cloth the dragon array, capture this thief." The words fell, and the big array suddenly operated. Dozens of monks at this moment, turned into a whole. The long sticks that smashed out, like the claws and fingers of a giant dragon, tore apart one air curtain after another, and the huge power suddenly pressed towards Zhao Zhijing.

At this moment on the top of the tower at night, Li Mochou's eyes were full of crystal tears, and he was about to endure the tears that were about to flow, Li Mochou turned his head and no longer looked at Zhao Zhijing, who was alone at this time, and the figure flashed through the cover of the pagoda, Li Mochou's ten fingers were like knives, grasping on the outer wall of the pagoda, and his body kept moving down. In the night light, she took advantage of the chaos in the Tianlong Temple, and left alone in a hurry.

With the pitch-black figure, it fell into the night, and disappeared. This huge Tianlong Temple only becomes particularly noisy in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. The long stick rolled up in waves, and a huge sound kept coming out. It's like a dragon's groan. The long sword kept coming out, and the sword light spread. While constantly dodging, Zhao Zhijing's eyes stared straight at the constantly running Dragon Descending Great Array in front of him.

At this time, although Zhao Zhijing had a smile on his face, as if he didn't care at all, there was a Taoist essence swaying in his eyes, and he couldn't help but praise in his heart: "The Great Array of the Dragon Descending is really good, although I have not seen the Arhat Great Array of Shaolin Temple, but it is also the Tiangang Beidou Formation formed by the seven masters who have learned it." This dragon descending array can actually make many warrior monks as one, so that the scattered power can be condensed, a stick out, all sticks follow, the force is like a surging yellow water, can not be broken; ”

A sword slashed out, pulling the wind and thunder. Zhao Zhijing shouted: "The Dragon Descending Array is really good, but it's not so easy to stop me." As the words fell, the purple sword light soared, and his body jumped up from the ground like a swimming dragon. In the air, he had the slender Purple Emperor Sword in his hand, and the sword aura was permeated and turned into a huge battle sword. A sword slashed hard, like a pillar of heaven toppling, and Juyue pressed down in the air, and suddenly the air in this space became dense, and everyone felt as if they had fallen into a quagmire, and the forces were pulling on themselves, and their actions became a little sluggish.

In the hands of the warrior monks, the long Qi Mei sticks were like huge spears that were about to pierce the heavenly dome, and stabbed straight at Zhao Zhijing, whose body was falling. It's just that sometimes, things don't go as people think, and there are always accidents that break people's expectations. (To be continued.) )