Choke!

A bloody light appeared, and the clear sound was lingering, and it slashed directly at this Taoist. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Amaisoko be careful!"

The head of the Taishan faction only felt a flower in front of him, Chen Zheng turned into a faint shadow and disappeared, and a bloody light slashed towards the Tiansong Dao people.

Just now, I was so powerful that Tianjizi didn't dare to come forward, but now when I saw Chen Zheng's anticipation, the demon was mighty, and I was very jealous in my heart, and I wanted to rely on the righteous path to gather in the Daxiong Treasure Hall to show my existence, but I was frightened by Chen Zheng's bloody eyes, and a bloody sword slashed at him.

After several months of retreat and cultivation in Beiyu Mountain, Chen Zheng's bloody knife technique was finally completed, this knife was cut out, the knife was overwhelming, rigid and soft, a knife came to the body, the blood light of the yin and evil forest invaded the body, Shi Jizi suddenly felt cold, only to feel that the blood was frozen by the gloomy cold.

"What kind of knife is this?"

Shi Jizi felt a chill in his heart, but he didn't expect that Chen Zheng would cut with a knife if he didn't agree with him. He hurriedly agitated a majestic true qi, and Taishan's eighteen pan sword technique was used to meet Chen Zheng. This sword penetrates the true meaning of Mount Tai's swordsmanship, twisting and turning, and the sword light is uncertain.

Bite!

With a crisp sound, the blood-red sword light collided with the long sword, and a strong and ferocious force came, shocking his arm numb, and the long sword in his hand was blown away. Shi Jizi's eyes were shocked, he used all his strength to slash his sword, but he didn't even block Chen Zheng's sword, and the long sword in his hand was blown away, almost breaking his mind.

The weeping blood knife is out of the sheath, if there is no blood, Chen Zheng will never accept the knife. After flying the long sword, he sneered, and the piercing voice was mixed with a wisp of demonic sound, which made Shi Jizi's cold hair stand on end. The weeping blood knife "buzzed" with a trembling sound, a wisp of blood light was born, the body was like a ghost, and seven or eight phantoms were conjured, and the knife light broke through the air and made a "snort" roar, and before the Tianmen Dao Master could react, a knife slashed through Shi Jizi's throat.

The head of the Heavenly Gate Dao suddenly froze, and everyone in the hall looked at Shi Jizi who fell to the ground in shock, but they didn't expect Chen Zheng to be so ruthless. Shi Jizi didn't say a word, but he died under the knife of this person.

"Thief, dare to kill my Taishan sect disciple!"

The head of the Tianmen Dao "choked", pulled out the long sword, and the sword was like lightning, stabbing at Chen Zheng fiercely.

Chen Zheng slashed Shi Jizi with one sword, and in the face of the sudden sword of the Tianmen Dao Chief, his body was like a light wind, shaped like a ghost, and his body shook slightly, disappearing from the spot. The weeping blood knife in his hand was raised, and a bloody light was waved, and the red blood light was like a girl's dancing red thick band, soft and gorgeous. The knife was weird, drawing an arc of money, and in an understatement, it greeted the head of the Heavenly Gate with a tragic and cruel aura. \

"Brother Tianmen Dao be careful!"

Master Fangzheng's vision was superb, and he felt the condensed and unrevealing demonic energy contained in Chen Zheng's knife, and hurriedly shouted, and sang in the Buddha's voice in his mouth: "The donor's subordinates are merciful!"

At the moment when the Weeping Blood Knife was about to slash the Heavenly Gate Dao Leader, Master Fang Zheng slapped it with a palm. Chen Zheng's body moved suddenly, like a ghost, and he teleported directly three feet away, which could avoid the palm power of Master Fangzheng.

"What a Founder, eat a knife from a certain family!"

Chen Zheng's voice was like nine cold air, indifferent and ruthless, moving under his feet, once again carrying the ghostly figure, his wrist shook slightly, and the weeping blood knife made a slight clanging sound, and the sword was exhausted, and the blood light rose, slashing towards Master Fangzheng.

Fang Zheng's eyes flashed with blood, and he saw the blood on the first floor disappearing. This sword is ruthless, showing the ruthless and desperate meaning of the Demon Dao, and it is ruthless and vicious, which makes his immovable Zen heart that has been refined for dozens of years also slightly moistened.

"It's not good, this son has already realized the knife momentum, this is the ruthless knife of the Demon Dao, what a powerful demon!"

Fangzheng Zen's heart is sensitive, and he instantly senses the true qi of the white bones contained in Chen Zheng's knife, which is pure and profound, which is the authentic inheritance of the Demon Dao, just like the way of the Asura described in the Buddhist scriptures. Such a legendary Demon Dao Dafa actually appeared in the world, and Fang Zheng almost exclaimed.

When he first came to the Demon Dao Dafa, Master Fangzheng's mind was in turmoil, and his face was extremely solemn. Whew! A palm was slapped, and a faint golden light surrounded the square double, and the overlapping palm shadows slowly opened, and it was already a thousand hands like a palm.

In the face of a demon like Chen Zheng, Fang Zheng didn't dare to be careless, and treated him as a master of the same level, with a continuous palm, a combination of rigidity and softness, and dozens of palm shadows were waved in an instant, really like a thousand-armed Guanyin, the arm was transformed, subtle and subtle.

Qianye Thousand Hands is one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, and Fang Zheng is at this moment, almost reaching the realm of unprecedented people, which is a few points more powerful than fighting with any of them.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and even such an invincible person as Ren Xing made a voice of admiration: "Sure enough, he is worthy of being the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and Master Fangzheng's exquisite palm technique has opened the old man's eyes." ”

Master Fangzheng's palm, which contains his Zen cultivation, is deep and strong, pure and long, and now it is displayed, which immediately makes Chen Zheng feel boundless pressure.

"Old monk, this is the heart of the demon eradication and defense of the way!"

Chen Zheng was fierce in his heart, the so-called Dao rose and the demon disappeared, the magic height was one inch, and the Buddha rose one foot. Fang Zheng's cultivation of at least the sixth layer of the day after tomorrow was already stronger than Chen Zheng, but now he has the idea of eliminating demons, and he has entered the heart of forgetting death, and he suddenly suppressed Chen Zheng's demonic nature, and the power of Buddhism and Zen Gong has increased by three points.

On the contrary, Chen Zheng was oppressed by pure magic skills, and his strength was reduced by three points. The situation is very different between the two sides.

Facing Fang Zheng's grand palm, Chen Zheng exerted his spare strength, the white bone true qi was running extremely fast in the meridians, and a faint blood light rose from the Weeping Blood Knife, and the blood light gathered more and more, forming a blood-colored sword flower in the near future, like a scarlet horse training, surging towards Fang Zheng.

The blood-colored sword blossom and the golden light palm power continued to collide, and the sound of the sneering sword light breaking through the air, and the sound of rumbling palm clapping sounded. Chen Zheng's figure turned into a ghost, and in an instant, he passed through the heavy palm shadows and retreated directly to the door of the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

"Wow!"

As soon as he stood still, Chen Zheng's face turned from blue to white, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and he had already suffered a lot of internal injuries. The residual yin qi in his body seemed to be ignited, producing a male flame, and the square Zen Gong true qi invaded his body, and where it passed, it instantly ignited the true qi in his body, and even the white bone true qi could not be suppressed.

Injured Chen Zheng with one palm, Master Fangzheng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but put his hands together and sang Zen music: "Amitabha, the donor has a deep demonic nature, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the world, it is better to live in Shaolin Temple, Lao Na is willing to chant the scriptures for you 3,000 times a day to wash away the demonic nature of the donor." His day the benefactor will be transformed into a Buddha and set a positive result. ”

"Hey, hey, is Master Fang Zheng going to turn me into a demon?"

A wisp of blood erupted from the corner of Chen Zheng's mouth, his face was pale, with a hidden iron blue color, his eyes were bloody, and the whole person was like a powerful ghost, and his laughter was harsh and ugly, making everyone frown.

"Sure enough, it's a demon!"

Seeing Chen Zheng's powerful ghost image, everyone invariably looked at me again.