Under the moonlight, the sleeve on one of the arms of Jin Gong had been cut off by Zhao Zhijing, revealing a wisp of golden arm, and when he heard Zhao Zhijing's words at this moment, he suddenly smiled slightly and put his hands together and said: "Ani Buddha! Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info When the moon is in the sky tonight, the little monk will have a discussion with the donor, so as to set off this beautiful moonlight!"

The voice fell, and he stretched out his hand to pull out a long strip behind him, and at this time Zhao Zhijing saw that this was a long gong with more than three feet of stainless steel casting with wisps of copper yellow. At this moment, the golden mace in the pine forest, one hand is long, and the other hand is a Buddha bead. There was a smile of compassion on his face, but the eyes in his eyes became cold, and the pupils in the wisps of golden light did not have the slightest popularity at this moment. Under the moonlight, he is like a standing king.

Zhao Zhijing, who was on the head of the green pine branch, did not change the slightest smile on his face, but the smile in his eyes was gone, and he looked at Jin Gong at this time sternly, and couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: "It's really not simple, no one is a congenital person who is not a simple person, and there are always a few hands in his hands to save his life." ”

Immediately waved his hand to keep Li Mochou in the woods away from here, and then leaned on the hilt of the sword with one hand, and looked straight at the golden gong at this time. Li Mochou, who understood Zhao Zhijing's meaning in the woods, restrained the gloomy color on his face, and the figure of the long sword back to the sheath jumped away, looking at Zhao Zhijing and Jin Gong from more than ten zhang away.

The golden mace in the woods stomped heavily on the ground, and suddenly a deep footprint appeared on the ground, but the earthy yellow figure rose from the ground like a sharp arrow. The stainless steel long hammer in his hand did not hesitate at all, and waved it towards Zhao Zhijing. Suddenly, a dragon like a phantom flashed on the long gong, and if it weren't for Zhao Zhijing's extraordinary eyesight, he would have thought that he was dreaming.

Zhao Zhijing, who was on the green pine branch, did not hesitate at all, and the hand holding on the hilt of the sword suddenly clenched, and suddenly the purple jade-like sword body was pulled out of the scabbard, and instantly held the long gong smashed above his head.

The sound came from the green pine under Zhao Zhijing's feet, and the standing green pine suddenly broke off from the trunk. Zhao Zhijing's white figure kept flashing, and he had already avoided the long mace waved by the golden mace. It's just that Zhao Zhijing's retreating figure slid out of the ground Xu Yuan, and a few deep footprints appeared on the ground.

The figure of Jin Gong, which was held by Zhao Zhijing's sword, stagnated slightly in the air, and then the falling figure continued to gallop towards where Zhao Zhijing was.

With a sweep of his eyes, Zhao Zhijing looked at the galloping Jin Gong and said softly: "Since the master has come to my Chongyang Palace, it is better to inquire about the martial arts of my Chongyang Palace. There is a sword under it today, and I hope the master will taste it!" The words fell, and the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand did not stop at all, and suddenly a sword stabbed out.

This sword in the rivers and lakes will be everyone, just a mediocre stab! But the galloping Jin Gong is grim, for the people of the innate realm, they already have the slightest power to open the ancestral aperture of the eyebrows, and they can naturally use the power of the spirit, but also the power of will.

As Zhao Zhijing reached out with a sword, a pitch-black world suddenly appeared in front of Jin Gong's eyes. A purple jade-like divine sword suddenly appeared in this world, and the yin and yang qi of white and black circulated on the long sword, like an ancient god, the world was split at this moment. A force from the will suddenly impacted the sea of knowledge of the golden mace.

Suddenly, the long mace in the hand of Jin Gong danced suddenly, the wisps of golden light condensed on the long mace, and a roar from nothingness suddenly came.

The Purple Emperor Sword and the Long Gong suddenly intersected, and the purple light and the golden light continued to circulate between the two, and suddenly two qi shields appeared in the forest. The two people who were agitated by the true yuan were even more dangerous in the sea of consciousness than the agitated energy at this time. Feeling the spiritual power of the golden mace, Zhao Zhijing suddenly saw a huge dragon elephant appear in front of him, and the huge legs like heavenly pillars suddenly stepped towards him.

It seems that Zhao Zhijing's ancestral sea of knowledge is shaking at this moment, and suddenly the innate god on the five-colored lotus in the sea of knowledge suddenly opened his eyes, and the divine sword lying on his knee was pulled out by him, and a sword light wrapped around black and white flashed, like a scissors to entangle the dragon elephant, and the two twisted suddenly the dragon elephant roared, but it still dissipated in Zhao Zhijing's sea of knowledge.

As the shadow of the dragon elephant dissipated, Jin Yan suddenly felt a stinging pain in his sea of knowledge, as if the dragon elephant that suppressed the sea of knowledge was injured by Zhao Zhijing, and suddenly felt a sense of spiritual weakness. There is no room for a trace of laxity between masters, and sometimes a single move is a world of difference.

The slightest stinging pain in the sea of consciousness made the true element in Jin Gong's body suddenly decrease slightly, and the strength in the long gong was slightly weak. This slight change was as obvious in Zhao Zhijing's eyes as the bright moon in the sky, and suddenly the strength in the Purple Emperor's sword increased greatly, and it suddenly hit the golden air cover of the golden gong, and it was too late for the golden gong to come back to his senses in an instant, and the air shield between the electric light and flint was already shattered.

At this moment, the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand did not stop at all, the figure stepped forward and approached, and between the sword and the sword, it slashed heavily on the long mace in Jin Gong's hand, and suddenly Jin Gong's body trembled slightly, and the ground under his feet cracked one by one.

Boom! Zhao Zhijing stepped out again, and the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand shook slightly. The strength was like ripples, spreading from the Purple Emperor Sword and invading the long mace in Jin Gong's hand.

Suddenly, Jin Gong only felt that the long mace in his hand suddenly shook, as if he wanted to break free from his grasp. Suddenly, I only felt that one after another was like a huge wave, one stronger than the other. Jin Gong, whose feet were already deep in the earth, was forced back by this force, and slipped far away, tearing a long hole in the ground.

Under the moonlight, the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand had returned to its sheath, the smile on his face remained unchanged at all, and the warm gaze in his eyes looked at the golden sword outside Zhang Xu. At this moment, perhaps feeling Zhao Zhijing's gaze, Jin Yan's bent body slowly stood upright, although his eyes were still bright, his ruddy face became a little pale, and even the corners of his mouth had a faint trace of blood.

Zhao Zhijing, who saw this scene, already knew it in his heart. There was not much damage on his body, and some were only skin injuries. But he didn't know that Zhao Zhijing's body and mind were powerful, and the spiritual dragon elephant that he hit was swept away by the innate sword of the innate god, obviously his mental injury was not simple.

Seeing that Zhao Zhijing had already returned the long sword to the sheath, Jin Gong put the long sword behind his back, and saluted with both hands: "Thank you for the mercy of the donor's subordinates, but I don't know what the name of the donor's sword is?"

"Innate sword!" Hearing Jin Gong's words, Zhao Zhijing immediately replied softly. (To be continued.) )