"The master is so scheming!"

Chen Zheng stared at Fang Yuan with an unkind face, this guy had already discovered Chen Zheng's whereabouts, but he just held back and didn't say anything. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info pretending to be a virtuous monk, and pretending to be a disciple of the Songshan faction, so as to lure Chen Zheng into the bait.

These Songshan sect disciples were all killed by him, and he pretended to be merciful at this time, why did he go just now.

"Amitabha, the donor is not a good person, otherwise why would he hide in the dark and sit on the mountain to watch the tiger fight. The poor monk is just calculating, not talking about the so-called scheming!"

Fang Yuan was so thick-skinned, as if he didn't understand Chen Zheng's sarcastic words at all, he looked like he took it for granted. If you really want to talk about it, Fang Yuan really didn't do anything wrong. But with his bald head and fake compassion, it makes people extremely disgusting.

"Hey, hey, hey, the master has such a big murderous intent. The master killed so many people, so he was not afraid that the Buddha would blame him? Or is the master ready to throw himself into the hell of Ah Bi and turn the Buddha into a demon?"

Fang Yuan's murderous heart is heavy, I don't know how many souls have been created under a ring knife, he is definitely a person with a kind face and a black heart. Shaolin Temple keeps preaching compassion for the sake of compassion, talking about "sweeping the floor is afraid of hurting the lives of ants, cherishing moths and covering sand lanterns", but it is a demonic thought, and he has already thrown Zen Buddha nature under his feet and stepped on it a hundred times.

Shaolin Temple became a Buddha and became a demon, and it had nothing to do with Chen Zheng, he was just angry with Fang Yuan's knife technique and was ready to take it by force. Having said so much nonsense, it was just an opportunity to reconcile the true qi and calm the qi and blood that was shaken by Fang Yuan.

"The master had a fierce battle just now, I don't know how much internal strength is left?" Chen Zheng asked tentatively, with a confident look.

Jiuqu Sword Zhong Zhen was an opponent who was not weaker than him, and in the successive battles just now, Fang Yuan's true qi had indeed lost most of his true qi, and his combat power was no longer at its peak. At this moment, Chen Zheng said a word, and his face changed color slightly.

Regardless of whether Fang Yuan is a Buddha or a demon, he cultivates Shaolin Zen Gong, and his Buddhist breath is extremely pure. When he came out of Fuzhou City, he sensed a wisp of demonic energy, which was mixed with a strong smell of blood, and he knew that he was being targeted by the devil.

Now facing Chen Zheng, Buddha Nian really sensed the demonic nature of the other party, almost condensed as substance. In the sea of knowledge, Chen Zheng was shaped like a Shura demon, surrounded by countless unjust ghosts, the demonic flames were surging, and a bloody light rose to the sky.

"The donor has fallen into the devil deeply, why don't you go to the Shaolin Temple with the poor monks, bathe in the Dharma day and night, and dissolve the demonic thoughts on the body with the immeasurable Dharma, how about asking for a great liberation?"

Fang Yuan put one palm on his chest and chanted: "Amitabha!" His eyes were full of light, but there was no expression on his face, and his words were full of compassion, but Chen Zheng heard a strong murderous intent.

"Master, don't delay time to recover your internal strength, tonight is the day when the master will go to Elysium. ”

Chen Zheng sensed that the true qi in his body was running freely, and his state had reached its peak, his wrist shook slightly, and the weeping blood knife made a "buzzing" trembling sound.

"Master, take a certain knife!"

The Weeping Blood Knife emitted a clear sound, lingering endlessly, turning into a bolt of lightning in the dark night, and the sword light reflected the moonlight, floating a faint blood light, and instantly slashed towards Fang Yuan.

"Amitabha, what a powerful magic knife!"

Seeing the blood-colored sword light slashing at him, Fang Yuan's face was finally moved, and his eyes burst into flames. His internal strength has only recovered to about seven layers now, and in the face of Chen Zheng's thunderous sword, he doesn't dare to take it hard at all. As if his body suddenly lost gravity, he drifted backwards a few meters, and his left hand swung forward violently, using an iron sleeve skill, and the sleeves of his robe faced the sword light with vigorous energy.

Multiply!!

The body of the Weeping Blood Knife was full of blood, and a layer of pale red blood light was raised, and the invincible blade directly cut through the strength contained in Fang Yuan's iron sleeve skill, and smashed his robe sleeve with a single sword.

This knife can be called the pinnacle, enterprising, the blade of the knife crosses a mysterious curve in the air, and the white bone true qi condensed in the blade is extremely restrained, without exuding the slightest gloomy aura. All of Chen Zheng's spirit was raised to the peak, and a wisp of thought merged with the Weeping Blood Knife, as if sensing Chen Zheng's soaring fighting spirit, the Weeping Blood Knife made a sound of Dao Zheng, and the sound was clear and buzzing.

Fang Yuan's gaze shrank like a needle, facing Chen Zheng's god-like knife, he quickly retreated, the iron sleeve skill was directly broken, and he hurriedly waved the ring knife, laying a layer of knife net in front of him.

Chen Zheng swung out a knife, his brain showed the divine light of the scriptures, and the spirit instantly entered the realm of "contemplating the gods and illuminating the gods, without thoughts and thoughts", and the gods converged their spiritual thoughts according to the supreme state of mind of the gods, and spied on a trace of the mysteries of the white bone yin wind formula, the spiritual realm was constantly raised, reflecting the physical body, the white bone true qi flowed like water in the meridians, and the yin qi between heaven and earth was hooked and infiltrated into the body, and was constantly swallowed and melted by the white bone true qi, and he actually got a trace of the opportunity for the divine light to be integrated into the white bone yin wind formula.

It was not until this moment that Chen Zheng realized that it was not important whether it was the vitality condensed by the Shenzhao Sutra or the effect of refining the true qi, the most important thing was the spiritual mystery of "contemplating the gods and illuminating the gods, without thinking or thinking" contained in the Shenzhao Sutra. It is precisely the spiritual realm that contains such a high spiritual realm that makes the Shenzhao Sutra rank among the top divine skills in the golden world.

Chen Zheng's spiritual realm broke through, and his mind entered the realm of "contemplating the gods and shining without thoughts", which drove the wisp of sword momentum he comprehended to go further. Let him lock Fang Yuan with a knife momentum, unstoppable, sharp and sharp, like a heavenly punishment knife descending in the dark, suppressing Fang Yuan's spirit and making him lose his mind.

The ghostly figure suddenly attacked, and the sword light shrouded Fang Yuan's body, no matter how light his body skills were overpowered, and his sword skills were superb, he could not escape Chen Zheng's spiritual lock, and under the pressure of the sharp sword, he had the idea of escaping.

"That's amazing!"

Chen Zheng's spiritual realm has improved, and the blood knife technique has become more and more perfect, especially under the impetus of the white bone true qi, he has already broken out of the original barrier. The door knife technique has been sublimated to the realm of wonderful Qilun, and it is no longer enough to describe the ruthlessness and viciousness.

In Fang Yuan's eyes, Chen Zheng's sword technique was like a demon, like the blade of Shura in the boundless sea of blood, mixed with a gloomy ghostly aura, rushing towards him overwhelmingly.

At the moment of life and death, Fang Yuan urged the internal force, and violently shook the knife in his hand, Ananda knife technique was urged by him to the realm of no ancients, the meaning of mercy disappeared, the sword light was like silk, like a line of water, weaving layers of knife nets in front of him, and then slashing towards Chen Zheng with a murderous aura.

Rumble!!

The two knives struck each other, and the strong energy contained in the two knives was like Mars hitting the earth, exploding violently, and a violent wind swept away, forcing the two to retreat step by step.

"Poof!"

Although Fang Yuan's cultivation was strong, after all, he was not at the peak, and because he was in a hurry, his strength only exerted five or six points. However, Chen Zheng realized the supreme spiritual realm of the Divine Illumination Sutra in the battle, and the spirit and spirit were at the peak of the state, and with a further sword momentum, how could Fang Yuan stop it.

With just one blow, the extremely condensed White Bone True Qi, with a yin and evil aura, destroyed Fang Yuan's Talisman True Qi, and the powerful sword power shattered the sword net he had laid down, instantly causing him to suffer heavy damage in his intestines.

The two sides fought only a few moves, life and death were divided, Chen Zheng saw Fang Yuan vomiting blood, taking advantage of his illness to kill him, the weeping blood knife was stimulated by the true qi of the white bones, and let out a "buzzing" trembling sound, the blood-colored light rose, and slashed towards Fang Yuan's head.

The eerie and cold aura contained a boundless demonic aura, making Fang Yuan feel like he was in an infernal hell. The wind roared in his ears, the ghosts cried wolf, and the ghosts pounced on him, and the resentful spirits invaded, instantly detonating the hidden demons in his heart, making his fear continue to magnify.