In the secret garden, there is only one elegant cottage. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If the Sun Moon Divine Sect has any rare treasures, or martial arts secrets, most of them are hidden in this extremely secret house.

The seven masters of the righteous path followed the Jinyi guard into the door, and smelled a strong fragrance of flowers.

The windows in the room were covered with bright red and purple curtains, and the sunlight shone in, and the whole room seemed to be draped in a thin layer of glittering red veil, like a red tent.

The atmosphere seemed to be getting obscene.

Ling Hu Chong looked at the delicate picture of the ladies on the wall and the embroidered cotton cushions on the chairs. Suddenly surprised and said:

"Isn't this a woman's boudoir?"

Seeing this, the righteous path masters were also a little puzzled, and at this time, a sharp and strange voice suddenly came from the inner room:

"Who is coming, don't you know that this is the forbidden place of this religion, and those who trespass will die? ”

This person's voice is rough, like a man and a woman, very weird, people can't help but stand on end when they hear it.

Zuo Lengchan's eyes widened angrily, and he shouted:

"Hehe, it turns out that there are still remnants of the Demon Sect here, so don't come out and die quickly. ”

"Hey, it's a foreign enemy..... Oops, Brother Lian......"

The strange voice suddenly panicked, this person's voice was obviously a man, but he said it in a loud voice, obviously a woman's voice, like pinching her throat and learning to sing Hua Dan, coquettish and contrived, not like a joke. Especially when he called Brother Lian, his sincere sadness was really moving.

This man's voice was so terrible.

made the masters of the righteous path look at each other.

At the moment when everyone was amazed,

Suddenly, a huge red cloud floated out of the inner room.

A ghostly light in the red clouds tore through the sky, rushing from the depths of the vast firmament!

There was a terrible roar, like a ghost crying.

The ghostly light in the red cloud flickered, exuding an endless cold killing intent, instantly enveloping the seven masters of the righteous path.

Zuo Lengchan's eyes froze, and he suddenly realized that this extremely evil glow was actually a small embroidery needle tip.

The strange figure in the red cloud, I don't know what evil martial arts were used, so that this small needle tip, between the moments, was overflowing with thousands of indecisive sword rays, like a wind and clouds.

What a terrifying martial arts!

Zuo Lengchan was immediately shocked and screamed.

"The enemy is strong in martial arts, everyone be on guard. ”

"Amitabha. ”

Fang Zheng said a Buddha horn, took seven steps in a row, turned around, and arrived in front of everyone, facing the terrifying red cloud.

This old monk, who is not amazing, stood proudly in the world, and the internal force of the Yi Jin Sutra, which reached the peak, exploded violently.

The robe was torn, and the vigor was flying.

The two crystal like jade Buddha's hands are incomparably dazzling and incomparably solemn.

The Buddha's hand shook lightly in the air, and the two palms suddenly became four palms, and then the four palms immediately became eight palms.

After shaking a circle, the Buddha's hand is like a **** day in the sky, shining brightly.

In an instant, a thousand palms appeared,

Facing the terrifying red cloud, he slammed into it.

Rumble!

If a thousand hands come to the palm, the proof has become a Buddha.

Under Fang Zheng's pair of Buddha palms, the terrifying red cloud felt a scorching extreme and incomparably powerful resistance, and it stopped in the void with incomparable stiffness.

"What a delicate technique. ”

A sigh of admiration suddenly came from the stagnant red clouds, and the strange ghostly light suddenly flashed, and a huge sword light that exceeded the limit of the field of vision suddenly lit up, like a lightning bolt tearing through the long sky, and instantly tore apart the Buddha light of a thousand hands.

When a sword is in the air, the sky and the earth change color.

The strange red cloud seemed to be like a devil from the deepest part of hell, suddenly opened its fangs, and bit at the seven masters of the righteous path, vowing to devour their bones and flesh, and turn them into residues little by little.

Under the crisis of life and death, the seven masters of the righteous path fought for their lives, each showed their stunts, and faced the strange red cloud.

The sword light flashed, and a pair of round, endless Taiji diagrams suddenly appeared on his hands.

Zuo Lengchan snorted coldly, and the cold ice true qi exploded vigorously.

His long sword was infused with cold air, and he trembled violently, as if he was about to lose his hand.

"Slash!"

Zuo Lengchan shouted, the sword momentum was as fast as lightning, strong as thunder, and under the indomitable momentum, the sword qi of Wanjun swept in the red cloud, and the turbulent air currents surged to both sides, and suddenly there was an incomparably powerful tearing force.

"Strange, Songshan Sword Technique, are you Zuo Lengzen?"

The strange figure in the red cloud smiled in surprise, did not retreat but advanced, and in the blink of an eye, it floated forward, releasing the alien shape, not only avoiding Zuo Lengchan's powerful sword, but also instantly came to the front of the seven masters of the righteous path.

The strange figure waved his hand.

Countless dots of sword qi were instantly sprinkled in the red clouds, drifting like rain, drowning the seven masters of the righteous path in an instant.

Taishan Tianmen Taoist, Hengshan Mo Da Boss, and Hengshan Dingxian Shitai.

Although the three of them are first-class masters in the martial arts, they can't stop the sword rain in front of them at all, although there is only a trace of true qi in every drop of this sparkling sword qi, but the nature of the true qi is very strange, and every trace of sword qi dripping on the body has brought unparalleled pain.

More than a dozen traces of sword qi went down, and these three major leaders could no longer bear it and fell down one after another.

Among them, the Tianmen Daoist and the head of the Great Mo are bleeding from the seven knots, and they can't survive when they see it.

The strange figure in the red cloud looked at the embarrassed statues of several masters in front of him for a long time, and smiled: "Oh, the internal strength of the Shaolin faction, the swordsmanship of the Wudang faction." There is also Zuo Lengchan of the Songshan faction, who turned out to be a master of Orthodoxy. I wonder if you've seen my brother Lian?"

As soon as the words fell, the strange figure collected the sword qi in the sky, and suddenly revealed his true face.

This person obviously has the square face of a man with eyebrows, but his face is white and beardless, and he is also painted with rouge and gouache, and he wears a delicate and dazzling pink women's dress. He held a green brocade handkerchief in his left hand and an embroidery needle in his right hand, raised his head, and looked at the righteous heroes, with some surprise on his face.

But no matter how surprised this strange figure was, no one was more frightened than the righteous path master.

The person in front of him, within one move.

The seven masters of the righteous path retreated four times, two died, and one was seriously injured.

However, such an earth-shattering and unfathomable super master is actually a demon who is neither male nor female.

"Who is Brother Lian?"

It was Ling Hu Chong who asked. Of the four righteous path masters who were still standing up, only his martial arts were the lowest, and he couldn't understand how terrifying the martial arts of the enemy in front of him were.

"Yang Lianting. ”

The strange figure said lightly.

Ling Hu Chong frowned when he heard this, didn't think much about it, and subconsciously said:

"Do you mean the undefeated prostitute of the East? He died a long time ago......

"What, Brother Lian is dead?"

The strange figure screamed, letting out a terrible howl.

A teardrop slowly fell from his bewishing face, and before it reached the ground, it seemed to turn into a mist in the air, revealing a little joy, a little pain, and a little gloomy sorrow.

"I want your lives to pay for it. ”

A cry of grief from the bewitching enemy,

Ling Hu Chong quickly regretted his mouthful.

He saw the strange enemy's fingers flick, and the embroidery needle suddenly disappeared strangely in his hand.

After a moment of lightning,

The strange embroidery needle suddenly appeared in front of Ling Hu Chong's neck again.

Linghu Chong's soul was furious, and he saw the moment when he was about to die.

My heart moved inexplicably.

The sword in his hand suddenly disappeared.

There was a sudden silence in the room, not a single sound.

Time has also stopped flowing.

Where only the sword disappears,

A strange light flickered faintly, light and eerie.

In an instant, the long sword disappeared in Ling Hu Chong's hand, and the next moment, it appeared strangely in mid-air, blocking the deadly embroidery needle in a thrilling way.

Linghu Chong escaped death and sighed softly.

The strange enemy, as if he had seen something unbelievable, lowered his hand and asked in surprise:

"Hey, this little brother, under your Shaolin superior internal skills, is it the luck method of the Sunflower Treasure Book?"

Ling Hu Chong heard the four words of the Sunflower Treasure Book, and suddenly recalled the terrifying martial arts of the demonic enemy, and his inspiration flashed, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and his face suddenly turned pale and was shocked:

"Undefeated in the East...... You are the real undefeated ...... The world's No. 1 East is undefeated. ”