Soon, the sweeping monk noticed that something was wrong, and at some point, the emperor had taken him around the forest several times. At www.biquge.info the same time, every grass and tree in the entire forest was attached to the sword intent of the emperor's death, and a fierce sharp gold aura suddenly rose, making a sound similar to a weapon breaking through the sky. The sweeping monk referred to the sword, and subconsciously used a trick in the willow swordsmanship to remnant willows in the wind, and the thin qi flew and fluttered like willow silk.

The surrounding grass and trees were all broken, and before he could be happy, he felt several sword qi shoot out from those plants and trees, and immediately flicked his sleeves to resist, and these weakened versions of the sword rays were swept away by his innate qi. But at this moment, more and more plants and trees began to sway, and with a long roar from the emperor's death, the sword qi poured on it shot out at the same time, like ten thousand swords at the same time, like a drizzle, no matter how high the realm of the sweeping monk is, no matter how refined the moves, there is always a careless time, and when the sword qi within the radius is all exhausted, there are already a few bloodshots oozing out of his hands.

Look at the emperor's death again, where is there still half a figure. The sweeping monk was furious, Bodhidharma crossed the river with a reed, and the light power of the Shaolin Temple was naturally not too weak, although it could not be compared with the freak who focused on the light gong body method like Huangfu Yan, but the old monk was angry, and it seemed that even with the light power there was some progress, and he had already caught up. Huangfu was helpless, if he had just laid out a sword formation, he might really have a chance to give this old thief a little trouble, but with a mere sword qi, it would still be difficult to deal with this kind of holy realm master. This is that he underestimated the power of sword cultivation, if it is an ordinary innate master, if he wants to hurt the old monk, it is really wishful thinking. Huangfu was conceited and invincible, and he fled for his life, so he naturally didn't see the scene of the sweeping monk being injured by the sword. If it weren't for that, why would the Blood Hell Ancestor be afraid of him?

In this way, these two people chased after me, and soon left the Songshan realm. When Beidou chased to the grassland, he was also shocked by the scene in front of him, and as far as he could see, a large forest was almost razed to the ground, and through the residual breath on the grass and trees, he vaguely found the breath of the sweeping monk and the sword intent left by the emperor's death. Beidou was shocked in his heart, he had seen the martial arts of the sweeping monk, although he was slightly inferior to himself in the realm, but in terms of martial arts alone, he was on par with him. But the death of the emperor was greatly unexpected by him. Judging from the sword intent left by the other party, this is still a sword cultivator for the heir of the Easy Sect, and it is also the kind of sword cultivator who has touched the threshold of the Sword Saint. The situation in the outside world has changed abruptly, and there has long been no record of sword cultivation in the martial arts, but as a descendant of the Daomen, it is impossible for Beidou not to know the horror of sword cultivation. In addition, he had a preconceived idea, thinking that these countless plants and trees were all razed by the emperor's sword, and his fear of the other party seemed to have surpassed that of the sweeping monk. With a long sigh, Beidou returned to the Beidou Palace worriedly, and began to send people to inquire about the news of the emperor's death, and strictly forbade his subordinates to conflict with each other.

Huangfu Yan naturally didn't know the misunderstanding, but it was precisely like this that let the word Hui Jianmen escape a catastrophe, so that later when the Shaolin Temple and the Beidou Palace jointly dominated the martial arts, the word Hui Jianmen was still unique in southern Fujian, and it became a holy place for many people who disagreed with these two factions to take refuge in Qing Xiu. At this moment, Huangfu was forced to a desperate situation by the sweeping monks, and a day and a night passed, with the body of these two people, they had reached the top of Huashan at this time. Huangfu smiled bitterly, touched the gossip token in his arms, and was a little annoyed why he didn't go to this Huashan to check it out in advance. When he was forced to have no way, he pinned his hopes on the inheritance left by Lu Zu, according to Ziyang Lao Dao back then, this token is the key to open the secret realm of inheritance, as long as he takes the first step to hide in it, he can avoid the pursuit of the sweeping monk, and then he will learn Lu Zu's innate escape sword technique, and he can also be afraid of this old thief. It's just that he doesn't want to think about it, this secret realm left by Chen Kuan's ancestor has been more than a hundred years now, although Huashan is not said to be crowded, but there are not many passers-by who have come and gone for countless years, and no one has ever found any historical sites and secret caves, how can he find the secret realm of inheritance when he runs over in such a mess.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, Huangfu completely calmed down.

"The monk among the three elders of the empty gate, the sweeping monk of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the old thing of the Murong family, what is your name?!" Huangfu Yan said, pulling out the Qingluan sword. The sweeping monk heard him mention the three elders of the empty gate, a trace of memory appeared on his face, and when he heard him mention the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, his face showed a trace of surprise, but when he heard the old things of the Murong family, his face couldn't help twitching a few times, and he didn't fight with the emperor, and the index finger of his right hand hidden under the monk's robe pointed sharply, and the Shaolin one-finger Zen was displayed with his sleeve. One finger Zen is known for its fierceness, strong wind, and as fast as lightning. Huang Fu Yan squeezed his left hand lightly, and his fingers were struck out with the method of the six-vein divine sword, and at the same time he said with a smile: "The seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple really live up to their reputation, but why don't you use your family heirloom to learn!"

The sweeping monk glanced at the fingering of Huangfu Yan suspiciously, and always felt that this kid's technique was a little familiar, but after the six-vein divine sword was displayed, the moves were endless, so that he had no time to be distracted, and immediately suppressed the doubts in his heart, put his hands together, and suddenly divided it, and touched a finger of an invisible true qi with the fingers of Huangfu Yan. This is the Shaolin Temple's peerless Boluo Mi hand, just listening to the sound of "Peng", a strong invisible force will swing the six veins of the emperor's death. Huang Fu Yan felt the power of the other party's move, and praised sincerely: "Great wisdom is foolish, no coincidence is not clumsy, good kung fu!" The sweeping monk's heart was slightly cold, this person had such insight at a young age, and he was really a talented person, just thinking of his dead children and grandchildren, his eyes were red, his hands were as straight as knives, and he slashed towards Huang Fu.

This move burning wood knife method is the Shaolin ancestor who created this trick back then to be ashamed of himself, sweeping the monk and Buddha and cultivating at the same time, and was killed by the intent to fall into the devil's way, the good and evil in the move, yin and yang are inherited, and the original spark of the sword was integrated into the artistic conception of the number. Huang Fu first felt a heat wave sweeping over, and then it was like falling into nine cold ice, and the evil breath was coming. Suddenly, the long sword broke out of the air, and the sword moves fell like raindrops, attacking the shoulder wells of sweeping monks, Tianyu and other acupoints, which was the fifth style of Zhou Gong's swordsmanship that he created himself-sparse rain sycamore, taking the sparse rain and cold as his sword intent. The sweeping monk holds a knife, supported by the power of King Kong's palm, his hand is only afraid that it can be compared to any blade in the world, after a move "Burning Plain" defused the attack of Huangfu Yan, he slashed obliquely to Huangfu Yan's right arm like cold lightning, and the thin knife and Huangfu Yan's sword were soon entangled. (To be continued.) )