The old monk is naturally a sweeping monk, and he looked at Wang Yuyan, who was joining forces with Yaoqin in the distance, and lost his mind for a moment, but he quickly regained his indifference, and said lightly: "Since Huangfu is not here, then use your blood to appease the hatred of the old man!"

Zhuo Bufan was not lightly injured by Deng Yuanjue, and when he raised his eyes and looked around, he found that there were still as many as 100 people on the beggar gang, even though he was not afraid of life and death, but the relatives and friends on the mountain could not just die, thinking, he seemed to see the scene where the Yizi Huijian Gate was slaughtered by the Vulture Palace, gritted his teeth and shouted at the people of the Yizi Huijian Gate: "Retreat." The second elder of Huangshan immediately followed, but Chixia, the fierce god, was in hot pursuit.

At the same time, Chixiao, who was being besieged by Wang Yuyan and others, finally had a chance to breathe, and the sweeping monk took Wang Yuyan's life, and the wood-burning knife swung at the opponent's waist. At the moment of crisis, a figure came suddenly, it was Li Qiushui who escaped from Yipintang, his body swirled, and he swept past the sweeping monk like a hurricane, and Bai Hong's palm force was agitated, and he forced the other party to take a step back for a while. "It's you!" both shouted at the same time. When Li Canghai first married Gusu, she had seen the old monk a few times, but she didn't expect that the other party was really still alive, thinking, her face changed: "Have you fought with Huangfu Yan?"

Li Qiushui knew that he was one of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts in his sleeve, and his fist was hidden in his sleeve, so that the other party could not see where the fist came out and where it was attacking, but she had set foot in the innate realm for many years, and her comprehension of artistic conception was quite attained, especially her white rainbow palm power was straightforward, and she was a little indistinguishable from the other party. However, the suppression of the realm soon made Li Qiushui a little overwhelmed, and sneered: "Shaolin Temple has been famous for thousands of years, and the seventy-two stunts are really powerful, no wonder your Gusu Murong has been painstakingly going to other people's temples for generations to steal ......."

The purple aura on the sweeping monk's face disappeared as soon as it appeared, full of murderous intent. He is a scholar of heaven and man, and he integrates many sects of martial arts, although he is unwilling to admit it, but the martial arts of Shaolin Temple are indeed better than his Gusu Murong. At this time, he was exposed by Li Qiushui, and in addition to being angry, he used the martial arts of the Murong family. Wang Yuyan and others fought for swords and slashed at him, but he ignored it completely, and when he was participating in the attack, the wind around his body shook violently, and everyone's swords touched the strength of this layer of fighting stars, and they were shocked back when they landed, and many people were injured a lot because of it.

Wang Yuyan knew that the stars were changing, combined with Li Qiushui's words, how could she not know that the other party was an ancestor of the Murong family, and then thought that Huangfu had disappeared for a few years, and couldn't help but say with a miserable face: "What happened to Brother Huangfu!"

Speaking of this, the old monk was annoyed and angry, when he couldn't wait for the rabbit, he was actually played by that kid, and afterwards Beidou inquired about the whereabouts of the kid again and again, so that he lost face and was very jealous. If he hadn't been sure that Huangfu was not on the mountain this time, he wouldn't have rushed to make a move.

The beggars over there were pressing step by step, and they happened to come to a mountain col, and they were hit by the hidden weapon arranged by the Tang Gate, and there were countless casualties. Deng Yuanjue's martial arts are biased towards physical tempering, although he is embarrassed, but he is not worried about his life for the time being, and he and the Chi family brothers gather together, worried. The sweeping monk didn't care about this, the two sides of Buddhism and Taoism had already torn their faces, and if they hadn't been in a hurry to take revenge on the emperor's death at this time, they would have shot at these three people a long time ago. Deng Yuanjue was also a bachelor, knowing that the trip to southern Fujian had been a success or failure, so he beckoned the Chi brothers to leave. Zhuo Bufan knew that the old monk was the real enemy, and he did not stop the three of them, and led a group of disciples who fought bloodily to kill the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk sneered again and again, and his figure disappeared in front of Li Qiushui and the others in a flash, and then he seemed to suddenly burst out of the void, and slashed out two wood-burning knife techniques against the two elders of Huangshan who had rushed over. The sword of the human slaughter sword was directly broken under the palm of the sweeping monk, although the earth sword was churning to avoid the sweeping monk's move, but it was also very embarrassed, when he turned around, he saw that the human slaughter sword was standing there in a daze, a short blood mark appeared in front of the forehead, and a few fine blood beads formed a row of fine red lines in front of the forehead, and an ominous premonition was born in the bottom of the heart. As soon as Zhuo Bufan and the others caught up, they saw that the death mark in the center of the eyebrows to the forehead of the human slaughter sword slowly cracked, and the whole person was split in two by the wood-burning knife, and he couldn't help but be stunned and couldn't say a word.

For a while, the bloody mountain wind blew, and the entire mountain was extremely silent, only the slight wheezing of Li Qiushui and the others became heavier and heavier. The breath of the Earth Absolute Sword was the thickest, and when the sword was on the ground, there were bursts of rough gasping like a bison, and his face was full of pain, and tears were gushing like a spring.

At the foot of the mountain, Huangfu Yan, who had just come out of the secret realm of Huashan, finally figured out what day and night it was, six years passed in a flash, and he was indulging in cultivation in the secret room, and he didn't even realize it. In this way, the Bigu Dan left by Chen Tuan Ancestor is really effective. Huang Fu thought that he had woken up three times in total, and each time he only ate one Bigu Pill, he knew how precious these pills in his arms were, and he could eat a divine object that could be used for two years, and he was a little unaware when he thought about it. It was just because of his cranky thoughts that he saw the three of Chixiao rushing down the mountain in embarrassment. As soon as my heart moved, the whole person began to become illusory. The innate swordsmanship, escaping oneself, and being unexpected, this is the swordsmanship realm that Huangfu has realized in the past six years. Different from the sword intent at the time of the innate realm, this kind of artistic conception that can only be mastered by the sword master seems to be more ethereal.

"That old monk is really powerful!" Deng Yuanjue said with some jealousy. Chi Xiao hated and said: "Of course, it was this old thing who killed the old thief with the Beidou thief in the first place, and ......" The Chi brothers have seen the sweeping monk a few times, although they are unwilling, but they also have to admit that the other party is powerful. Chixia said hatefully: "The old man of Beidou has never dared to do anything to the bald donkeys of Shaolin Temple, because he is afraid of this old thing......" Huangfu Yan listened, but the whole person was cold, and the sweeping monk killed Qingyun Mountain? Huangfu Yan's spiritual power has always been far beyond ordinary people, and after entering the Holy Realm at this time, it is even more terrifying, the combination of the Eight Desolation Demon Sounds and Ouyang Bo's Soul Refining True Scripture, the power is really extraordinary. Deng Yuanjue and the three of them only felt that their entire head was knocked hard, and after they recovered again, they had been controlled by Huangfu Yan, but Huangfu Yan knew that these three people had a good background and would be of great use in the future. Leaving the three of them at an inn at the bottom of the mountain, he hurriedly flew up to Qingyun Mountain.

The tragic death of the human sword slayer made everyone tremble, and after a short period of sluggishness, they all began to fight desperately. Zhuo Bufan, Yan Qingfeng and others are all half-step innate masters, and Li Qiushui is a first-class figure among the innate masters. In just a short period of time, more than a dozen disciples died at the hands of the old monk, and the mercy was no longer there, and he was the biggest demon in everyone's hearts.

Huangfu Yan saw the corpses all over the mountains from a long distance, and there was a long howl in the air, the empty mountain sounded, and the sweeping monk looked at each other and muttered: "It's finally here!" Before people appeared, the only people who could make the old monk treat him so solemnly were masters of the same realm. Zhuo Bufan and the others were overjoyed, knowing that Huangfu had made a breakthrough again, and they already had the capital to compete with the old monk.

The first thing that appeared in front of everyone's eyes was not the emperor's death, but the boundless sword shadow, which swallowed the sweeping monk in an instant. Unlike Zhuo Bufan and the others, the sweeping monk only felt that every inch of space around him was filled with an incomparable sword aura. His heart was shocked, and he couldn't tell from which angle the opponent's sword would stab at him, and what was even more terrifying was that his divine sense couldn't find the direction of the other party. You must know that after the Holy Realm, there is no way to escape from the divine thoughts, but now he can't find the other party's figure. There can only be one reason, that is, his divine thoughts are not as strong as the other party, which makes the sweeping monk accept, the emperor Fu was killed and only stepped into this realm for less than six years, in fact, this time is shorter, only a few days, but he can be stronger than a person who has been obsessed with this way for many years in his divine sense, especially Buddhism has always been heavy on mental cultivation, which is the strongest of the strong.

If you want to blame the two lives of Huang Fu Yan, his spiritual power is too unique, no matter how shocked the old monk is at this time, Huang Fu Yan has already used the most powerful killer weapon - the innate escape sword technique. Escape into the invisible, with the qi sword, the sword is abrupt, and the blood is splashed with dust. Everyone knows that Huangfu is superb in swordsmanship, but even if the old monk is defeated, he will only be defeated after more than a hundred moves, who knows that only in an instant, in the dazzling sword light, the old monk has already lost one move first.

Huangfu Yan suddenly appeared in front of Zhuo Bufan and the others, and then shook his sword, shook off the blood beads of the blade, and shouted: "I didn't expect you to be so breathless!" Anyone could hear the chill in his words, if he hadn't come out in time, he would only be afraid of a lifelong hatred! Li Qiushui sighed, seeing that Huangfu Yan seemed to be integrated with the peaks of heaven and earth, he knew that the other party had reached the realm of his dreams, and although his skills were a little shallow, he also felt that at the moment when Huangfu Yan appeared, the whole person's heart became calm. Lu Zu's kendo pursuit is to be free in the world, and correspondingly, the artistic conception of Huangfu Yan at this moment is also this kind of ethereal immortal artistic conception.

This is the same as the Zen realm of Buddhism and the Taoist sense of heaven and man, the sweeping monk took two steps back, touched a blood mark that appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and the temperament of the whole person suddenly changed, and an evil yin and evil qi seemed to converge from all directions to his body, and slowly pulled out a pitch-black knife from behind - the ancestor of the Miao knife. It is about a foot long, the blade is different and sharp, according to legend, it is the knife of the ancient Chiyou, a hundred years ago for a Shaolin monk to bring back Shaolin to suppress the temperament of the magic brake of Buddhism. The sweeping monk had already suffered the loss of the emperor's martyrdom last time, and this time he was obviously prepared. The sweeping monk has obviously fallen into the devil at this moment, and the moment he draws the knife, the evil qi around him swarms in, and begins to pass from the hand to the blade, and then from the Miao knife to the void, forming a muffled sound of thunder. With the sweeping monk as the center, the sand and stone are swirling, and the momentum is wild.

At this moment, the sweeping monk finally moved, and there was a thunderclap in midair, and the magic knife dragged up an incomparably bright electric light and slashed down towards the emperor. The flames fell, and the silver serpent danced wildly. The sweeping monk has long lived up to the status of a high monk, and the whole person exudes an incomparably evil aura, and his two eyes actually shoot out a ghostly light.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning shot down from the sky again, and it was the sword of the Emperor Fu. The innate swordsmanship, without a trace, struck with the sweeping monk's sword like lightning.

The three-foot sword of justice, the evil is stationed in the imperial capital. When the Haoran sword qi of the emperor Fu was against the yin and evil sword of the sweeping monk, the battle was not just the strength of one move, but the contest of the spiritual will of the two of them, and then later, it was already the battle of the sweeping monk alone, the Buddha and the demon in a thought, whether to become a Buddha or a demon, after a battle between heaven and man, the old monk finally opened his eyes: "I lost!"

Zhuo Bufan and the others were stunned, this old monk wouldn't be beaten stupid.

"Congratulations!" Huang Fu Yan clasped his fists and smiled, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot? Huang Fu Yan didn't quite understand.

"Hehe......" Sweeping monk Lang smiled.

A few days later, the sweeping monk attained nirvana in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Huangfu Death at least Lin instructed Xuzhu to become the first master of Shaolin Temple, and in return, Huangfu Death took the jade wrench finger of Wuyazi as his own.

For a few days, the ancestor of Dali Wuliang Mountain Blood Prison and the emperor Fu died to fight, and afterwards the ancestor drifted away, and never set foot in Middle-earth again. In the next few months, Dali formed an alliance with the Uighurs and joined forces to repel the Western Sichuan Demon Cult.

The world is stormy, but the immortal Changchun Valley is peaceful. After winning the treasure ring, Huangfu Zhen really took charge of the Divine Spring, and brought countless masters to clean the remnants of the Beidou in the valley, and really built Changchun Valley into a paradise. Dyeing the fire maple forest, Qiong pot song moon, outside the leisure, is to open up his ideal country in the valley, and all the grievances in the outside world have nothing to do with him.

But the strong ink and color written by the green-shirted swordsman in the martial arts finally began to all kinds of subtle changes. After Beidou and others lost the supply of the divine spring, they grew old day by day, and cultivated to the natural point of not one in ten, Fang La serfs turned over and began a luxurious imperial life, and their fighting spirit was exhausted, and they were finally killed by Zhezong. At the same time, the northwest, under the leadership of the son of the god of fire, developed into a country with developed commerce. The Jin State was trapped in the re-emergence of Western Liao, and had no time to invade the south. (To be continued.) )u