"Who dares to touch the disciple of this seat!" A sword aura came with a domineering voice, and the old monk immediately retreated, ready to meet the enemy. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hearing a familiar voice, the three people on the ground immediately opened their eyes and shouted in surprise, "Master!"

As the words fell, a white figure descended in front of the three of them, it was the master of the Extreme Dao - Zhou Muyu.

"The three of you will step back first, and wait for the teacher to vent for you. Zhou Muyu looked at the thoughtless old monk in front of him and said lightly.

"Master, be careful, this demon monk is an innate master. Yan Shaoyou got up and reminded Zhou Muyu.

"No problem. Zhou Muyu still didn't change his face.

"Hmph! Speak wildly, eat a Buddha palm!" Seeing that Zhou Muyu was so unpopular, the old monk suddenly became angry! Raising his hand was a Buddha palm, and the killing move was coming, the heroic sword in Zhou Muyu's palm quickly swept away, and the sword qi gushed out, repelling the attack of the old monk Wuxiang.

"It's not bad!" The old monk frowned slightly, at this time, his body was only about seven layers in his heyday, and a Buddha palm was just a temptation, but he found that he couldn't test Zhou Muyu's depth at all, and he had the idea of retreating.

"Now that you have seen your Excellency's tricks, then change me, this move is called 'Sword Eight', please taste it. The sword in Zhou Muyu's palm quickly slashed diagonally twice, and the two sword qi were intertwined like eight characters, and he quickly killed the old monk who didn't want to.

The old monk had already been on guard, the jade Buddha bead was wrapped around his left hand, and the Buddha Yuan was poured on the Buddha bead, "King Kong Fulong!" The old monk shouted, the golden light of his left hand shone brightly, and a heavy fist blasted out, the mighty fist smashed the two sword qi of the "Sword Eight", and the incomparable fist continued to kill Zhou Muyu.

"Master, be careful!" Song Yunfeng shouted.

Zhou Muyu was still expressionless, and the Holy Spirit Sword Technique "Sword One" to "Sword Nine" was used again and again, breaking the fist of the old monk who didn't want to. Seeing this, the old monk who didn't want to think about it stepped forward, holding the jade Buddha beads in his hand and started a white battle with Zhou Muyu.

The two of them fought each other at great speed in mid-air, swords and fists, sword qi and Buddha light blended and repelled, the three of them held their breath, staring intently at the fierce battle, for fear of missing every moment of this epic battle.

Fifty or sixty moves have passed, "Bah!" The two intersected with their swords and began to wrestle. At this time, the old monk was a little short of breath, and Zhou Muyu was also sweating.

At the same time, Zhou Muyu also mobilized the innate true yuan in the dantian, and the two entered the final wrestling, and the three people watching the battle widened their eyes at the same time, staring at the battlefield fiercely, for fear that they would miss the most exciting scene in the blink of an eye.

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound, and the jade Buddha beads of the old monk could no longer withstand the attack of the heroic sword, and they broke apart, and the emerald green Buddha beads were scattered all over the ground. At the same time, Zhou Muyu was also forced to take a few steps back by the old monk who didn't want to, and the corners of his mouth were faintly red.

"Master!" Seeing that Zhou Muyu was repulsed, the three disciples were very worried and were about to rush forward.

"It's okay!" Zhou Muyu waved his hand to stop the actions of the three of them, secretly carrying the innate true yuan, beware of the old monk who didn't want to go.

The old monk stared at the jade rosary scattered all over the place with a sad face, when he was young, he punished the "demon" meritorious, and the previous host rewarded him with this jade rosary, so far this rosary has followed him for more than 30 years, he cherishes this rosary very much, but now it was cut off by Zhou Muyu with a sword, so how can he not be sad, how can he not be angry!

"Lord of the Extreme Dao, you should die!" The old monk put away his sadness, and looked at Zhou Muyu with a look of anger, the robe on his body was windless, and the whole person faintly revealed the holy Buddha light, which was the manifestation of the extreme skill.

Zhou Muyu didn't dare to give him a chance to make a move, and as soon as his figure moved, the "Sword Eighteen" turned into an endless sword net, trapping the old monk in the sword net.

"It's the 'Sword Eighteen' in the Holy Spirit Sword Technique!" Yan Shaoyou said excitedly, "Now the demon monk should be beheaded." ”

"However, that demon monk is a master who has stepped into the innate realm, how could he be killed so easily? besides, the moves he used to defeat the three of us before were useless, and the innate law was not used. Song Yunfeng said worriedly.

"Little junior brother, what the hell are you standing there, you must know that the demon monk is facing our master now!" Yan Shaoyou patted Song Yunfeng's head.

"But..."

Song Yunfeng wanted to say something, but was forcibly interrupted by Senior Brother Xun Lie: "Okay, don't say it, watch the battle carefully, I hope we can all gain something after this battle." ”

Hearing this, Yan and Song immediately stopped their mouths and watched the battlefield tightly.

In the sword net, the old monk Wuxiang hugged Na Buddha Yuan to form a protective cover, tightly protecting himself, so that the innate sword qi in the sword net could not hurt himself.

The sword net of "Sword Eighteen" has gradually weakened with the passage of time, and the old monk who has no idea takes this opportunity to take back the Buddha Yuan, fold his hands, and make a great move "Buddha Hua Yaoshi".

The endless Buddha Hua washed away Zhou Muyu's sword net, Zhou Muyu took a few steps back, and after stopping, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that Zhou Muyu was injured by the old monk who didn't want to make a move, the three of them looked surprised and stood in place in a daze.

Since the establishment of the Extreme Dao, Zhou Muyu has always been an invincible existence in the hearts of the three of them, and the scene in front of them made the three of them feel incredible.

Zhou Muyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out Yuzhen from his arms, and immediately replenished the dried true qi in his body.

"Ha!" The old monk once again raised the Buddha Yuan to the extreme, and the golden body of the angry Arhat behind him appeared impressively, and the power of the innate master pressed the audience, and the power of the three people who cultivated a little lower was suppressed so that they couldn't stand upright, and Zhou Muyu had the help of the system, which was slightly better.

"Lord of the Extreme Dao, drink and hate!" The old monk was full of anger, and the giant palm of the Arhat Law Minister behind him pressed towards Zhou Muyu.

"I don't know who is the hand of the deer death!" Zhou Muyu said lightly, the heroic sword was raised in front of him, the true yuan in his body was raised to the limit, and the immortal killing move "Sword Twenty-two" appeared for the first time.

At this time, Zhou Muyu, who was using the extreme move "Sword Twenty-two", suddenly felt a stagnation of true qi in his body, he frowned, endured the discomfort, and urged the killing move.

Countless fierce sword qi struck at the old monk who didn't want to think about it. In a moment, the golden body of the old monk Wuxiang was shattered by these countless fierce sword qi, the law phase was destroyed, and the old monk Wuxiang spit out a mouthful of blood, he immediately retreated, and escaped from the Extreme Dao Peak with the secret body method of Fulong Temple.

"Lord of the Extreme Dao, today's shame, Buddha, I have written it down, and I will return it a hundred times in the future!" came the cruel words of the old monk who didn't think about it in the air.

"Master, why don't you chase that demon monk, his skill has been greatly damaged, and it is a good time to kill this thief!" Seeing that Zhou Muyu did not go after the evil monk, Song Yunfeng said anxiously.

"The one move just now has exhausted the true yuan of the teacher, how can you still have the strength to chase him, wait until the next time you see him, and then kill him." Zhou Muyu glanced at his disciple and said lightly.

"Master, I'm sorry, I..." Song Yunfeng's little face turned red with shame.

"Okay, I don't mean to blame you, let's go back to the sect, and wait for you to report the news. Zhou Muyu patted the little disciple's head dotingly, and said to the three of them with a smile.

"Master, please go first. Xun Lie said.

Zhou Muyu nodded, and returned to the sect with the three of them, leaving only a mess after the war.