The blood monk forgot his Buddha name more than ten years ago!

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The heavier the snow, the brighter the sky became.

Ji Chen and the others were the first to discover the Blood Monk, and a person who jumped from a window can always attract attention.

The three-story courtyard was full of people, and at this time, all eyes were focused on the blood monk. The first time I saw someone with no skin, how could I not exclaim and sigh.

The texture of the Blood Monk's muscles became particularly clear in the sunlight, and even with every step, you could see which muscle was exerting force.

The Blood Monk was more afraid of the cold than others, and he still didn't know what mistake he had made, and he had to bear the pain of peeling his skin.

There are nine skeletons hanging under the head, and the staff is very powerful

The Blood Monk was fed up with these strange eyes, and the magic slaying wand in his hand slammed into the ground. Howling boundless wind and snow, shoot down the plum blossoms all over the courtyard.

Several people close to him retreated one after another, and a mouthful of stuffy blood spit out uncontrollably.

"What a strong internal force!"

The blood monk stands like a vajra subduing the demon, and he does not move!

"Who are you, dare to come here to spread wild?" the man who had previously praised the king of the two words came with a sword.

The Blood Monk didn't look at him, and swept away with the magic wand in his hand, splitting it in half with his sword.

The two-character king in the attic couldn't help but shake his head, and said: "It's a pity, I only need that person's tongue, I can't imagine that this blood monk actually wants his life, it seems that this king is much more reasonable than this blood monk!"

Everything is between lightning and flint, and before Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng can react, that person has already died here.

Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng is really an ice beauty, and one of his subordinates died, but he was silent.

The blood monk can't wait for a long time, this group of birds, a fart that can't be released for a long time, when the Buddha is a sick cat?

The blood monk walked like a dragon elephant, sinking vigorously, hitting thousands of piles of snow, and all the moves were killing moves.

Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng was as cold as ice, and he took out a purple bamboo wooden flute without hurry.

"When is it?, are you still in the mood to play the flute?" Mu Xiaokui was irritable.

"You are not in a hurry for the emperor and the eunuch, if she doesn't have two brushes, can she sit in the position of the leader of the alliance?" Ji Chen said with a smile.

Everyone was in the mood of watching a good show, looking at the courtyard.

Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng's strength is not known to everyone, and the only qualification is the dream fairy who is like a dream.

Everyone only knows that a few years ago, Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng and Youruomeng fought for the title of Dream Fairy.

Now it seems that Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng must have been defeated by the broken cloud whip of Yourumeng.

But it is also said that this Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng doesn't care about the title of dream fairy, and fights with Youruomeng just to do a good thing and be a favor.

"She Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng has three dreams, Nanke Dream, Huangliang Dream, Butterfly Dream, I have only seen Nanke Dream and Huangliang Dream she said, as for the third one, she is not willing to use it anyway. The dream fairy looked at the two people facing each other in the courtyard.

Tang Qianqiu couldn't help but said: "This thief monk is practicing the Buddha Gate Dragon Subduing Elephant Gong, and the magic wand method in his hand is subdued. All of them are the superior martial arts of Buddhism. ”

Zhuang Zhouxiao dreamed that the scepter was coming, and he only dodged the killing move with only one side of his body. The moves in the hands of the blood monk became more and more fierce and fierce, and the moves were fatal.

The blood monk exerted seventy or eighty percent of his strength, but he didn't even touch the corner of Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng's clothes, so he had to say angrily: "You stinky woman, you have the ability to accompany the Buddha to live two tricks, could it be that you are all turtles in this alliance?

The blood monk has no face and no skin, and the words he says are also faceless and skinless.

A nine-foot monk has the strength to uproot the weeping willows, but he can't subdue a delicate woman.

Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng's melodious flute sounded, and he could still enjoy it quietly at first, and then there was the sword light and sword shadow, and there was killing intent in the song.

A song of broken intestines!

For some reason, the blood monk stood still, motionless, and the snow fell on him, and in a few moments it turned into blood and water.

He who has no skin does not sweat.

In the same way, how could a blood monk who had endured the pain of skinning be afraid of the killing intent in this song.

"Roar!"

The blood monk suddenly opened his blood-red eyes, and in his throat was the bloodthirsty roar of the beast, "Stinky woman, the Buddha is going to chop you up and feed the dog!"

The 'clanging' of the demon-slaying wand in the blood monk's hand shattered the broken intestines.

Walking in front of Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng after a while, the scepter was like a dragon out of the abyss, and it was in front of her in an instant.

Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng's song changed again, and the heavy snow around him shrouded him, condensing into a phoenix soaring for nine days.

"It's not good, she's going to lose? The music is mixed and unstable, and this move will definitely lose. Ji Chen said lightly, this sentence was for Cang Ming, and Cang Ming already held one hand above the will of heaven.

Sure enough, before the huge phoenix could be condensed, the Blood Monk's magic wand fell, and it smashed the phoenix to pieces with just one blow.

The rosewood flute in Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng's hand shattered with the heavy snow, and Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng pulled out a soft sword in the wooden flute.

It turned out that there was a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wings in this rosewood flute.

The group at the gate must have been pecked in the throat by this soft sword, and they died here.

The world only knows that Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng's song can pass dreams, but they don't know that her sword can also kill.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng has lost the upper hand, and may have been injured.

But since she is called an ice beauty by the people in the rivers and lakes, according to Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng's temperament, she will never let people see that she is injured.

Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng is one person, one sword, one snow, independent of this!

The blood monk snorted coldly, unforgiving, and the scepter in his hand was undiminished, which had the meaning of splitting the world and clearing the world.

Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng bit his lip lightly, and raised his sword with all the strength of his body.

A sword as thin as a cicada's wings can't stop the Blood Monk's magic wand!

What can stop the wand of magic slaying is the providence of the underworld!

Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng only felt that his eyes flickered, and a majestic figure blocked in front of him, which was an extremely familiar figure.

The person who has followed him for three years, but he just wants to see himself smile.

Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng said weakly: "Why are you here, this is not the place you should come." ”

"But I'm still here!" the blue sword scabbard of the blue darkness blocked the magic slaying staff in front of him, and he could not advance a single point.

Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng said: "Aren't you afraid that I won't laugh at you anymore?"

He said, "Your laughter has cut off my path to immortality, and you have to be responsible!"

Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng was slightly stunned, and wanted to laugh out loud, but found that there were many people here, and her laughter only belonged to him.

"You're going to say something like that, elm head?"

Cang Ming pulled out a sword from its scabbard, it was a peachwood sword.

Only Taoist priests who exorcise demons and subdue demons can use a peachwood sword, and a wooden sword can also resist the enemy?

But no one dared to underestimate this peachwood sword, this inky black peachwood sword.

The scorched black of the ink is not the color, but is struck by lightning, this is a piece of lightning wood, and the peach tree that was struck by the thunder is still blooming all these years, but it withers after three springs, and never bears fruit!

Cang Ming's right hand sword finger holds the will of heaven, and his left hand holds the sword technique!

Mo Wu swordsmanship is not in vain, and the pitch-black sword qi is surging around the firmament, and Ji Chen, who is half a hanger, does not know how much more clever it is.

Cang Ming preemptively, his body moved, and disappeared in place, the blood monk only heard the snowflakes move, and Cang Ming had already come behind the blood monk, and the blood monk had to raise a staff to come.

"Bump!"

It's obviously a peachwood sword, but it's tougher than fine iron.

Cang Ming just stabbed his sword lightly, but the blood monk felt like a thousand jun forces attacking, and took a few steps back before stopping his body.

By the time the blood monk stabilized his body, Cang Ming had already attacked.

His sword is slow and clearly seen, but it is unpredictable.

Mowu swordsmanship and the avenue of heaven and earth are the most harmonious, every move is the way!

Daosheng sword!

The sword qi around Cang Ming's body surged out, surrounding the blood monk in it, and every wisp of sword qi was a move of Great Dao sword intent.

After all, the Blood Monk couldn't bear it anymore, and fell to his knees heavily, and the Demon Slaying Wand fell to the side.

Blood-stained snow.

"You shouldn't hurt her!" Cang Ming said lightly, then retreated in front of Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng and stretched out a hand.

Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng also stretched out a hand and got up holding that warm hand.

Tang Qianqiu looked at the talented and beautiful woman below, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It doesn't matter if you are an ice beauty who is as cold as frost, or a dream fairy who is like a dream, you can't do without men." This has been the case since ancient times, brother, are you right?"