"Good, good, wonderful!"

The wine monk was surprised and delighted, and in this battle, he showed up in vain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Drink—"

The phantom behind the wine monk transforms the three yangs and multiplies the power.

His fists changed from flexion and extension to straightness.

The formless void, like the heat of flames, surging up, like the momentum of a prairie fire, stretching endlessly.

One punch and one sword, hit one place.

"Boom, boom—"

The three yang phantoms, the shock is broken.

The body of the wine monk was suddenly blown out of ten steps, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Are you going to give up?"

Xiao Yu looked at it calmly.

"Who said to give up!" The wine monk's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Xiao Yu again, "I still have the strength!

This punch, the red sun rose again, and the light was blazing, filling the field of vision of all the viewers, and for a moment, it was vast, and the figures of both sides could not be seen clearly.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, only the great sun is brilliant, and there is the endless determination hidden in it!

A smear of blood flew out of the field.

When the sun dissipated, the wine monk had taken a few steps back, his eyes full of disbelief, and on his right hand, a wound had spread from his middle finger and pulled to his wrist, dripping with blood and deep to the bone.

"Huh-" He looked at Xiao Yu and said in admiration, "Curious swordsmanship, what I see and hear, almost all of them are illusory!"

"What, are you going to admit defeat?" Xiao Yu asked.

"Hehe, how can it be so easy?" The wine monk shook his wrist, and the skill was running, and a trace of flesh sprouts grew out of the wound quickly, and in a short time, the seven or eight inches long hideous wound was completely healed, and not even a trace of scar remained.

"It's amazing work, amazing recovery. Xiao Yu nodded and praised, "I haven't used my full strength yet, if you continue, you can be ready." ”

Seeing his relaxed demeanor, the wine monk couldn't help but pick up the wine gourd, take a big sip, and then said: "How can it be an ordinary chance to see the immortal means? But it doesn't hurt to die!"

"Haha......" Xiao Yu nodded with a smile, his left hand slashed across the Silver Sand Sword, and with the silver light flickering, he actually pulled out another Ice Cold Divine Sword.

Between heaven and earth, snow falls.

At this time, feeling the inexplicable rhyme, the bottom of my heart pulsated, and the mad monk in the battle next to him suddenly paused, revealing flaws.

And with the sword speed of Lin Zheye opposite him, a trace of space is life and death. So the two of them fought, and suddenly stopped.

A sword rises, a monk falls.

There was no time to lament life and death, and everyone's eyes converged on Xiao Yu and the wine monk.

Facing Xiao Yu, the wine monk was dizzy, feeling that he was like being in an empty and desolate world, and a chill rose from the depths of his heart, as if facing the inviolable, God Emperor Weiling.

"Illusion?" The wine monk restrained his fear, and the powerful power of the sun spread all over his body.

In the sky, a majestic and majestic voice rose inexplicably.

"Phantom: Earth!"

The earth shook, and the landslides cracked.

"Phantom: Fire!"

The earth fire gushes, and the lava is red magma.

"Phantom: Wind!"

The wind swept and the smoke was red.

"Phantom: Water!"

The rivers are surging and the waves are surging.

At this moment, in the eyes of the wine monk, the whole world is filled with great power, and compared with heaven and earth, he is so small and humble.

"Jiuyang is in the sky!"

Closing his eyes, the wine monk used his lifelong will, controlled his instinct to tremble, his whole body boiled, and with an indomitable momentum, he blasted out a supreme punch.

Nine extremes, yin and yang turn, vitality is exhausted, and reincarnation is reversed.

The sun fantasy has two wings and three legs, and it sings in unison.

The nine-wheeled golden crow, the evolution of this world, if the ancients repeat themselves, the myth is resurrected, the nine heavens are proud, and the spirits are overlooked.

With this punch, the earth, fire, feng shui, like porcelain pieces shattered, and the world illusion collapsed.

Xiao Yu held a sword, in front of the wine monk, his expression was peaceful, his eyes were as deep as the ocean, and the silver sand double swords, faintly vibrating, but no sword chant came out.

"Pick up!"

The wine monk roared, with a residual illusion in his eyes, just as he saw the Jiuyang fire burning, carrying the power of annihilation, and crashed into the opposite sword.

Time stood still.

"Bang ......"

A round of golden days wailed and exploded.

In the face of the supreme sword matching skills, the phantom sound is strong, and the skill is as deep as that of a wine monk, and it is difficult to resist, so it can only be destroyed and withered, stabbed down one by one.

"How is that possible!"

In just a moment's time, the four golden crows were slashed by Xiao Yu under the sword, and the face of the wine monk was shocked.

"Fight!"

The wine monk spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the remaining five rounds of golden days shattered.

Punch out of the shattered world, and the power of the gods is exhausted!

The wind and clouds changed color, the void trembled, and wounds kept appearing on the body of the wine monk, which was a shattered sword intent, a fierce aftermath.

The wine monk was gulping out blood.

However, this sword, he still blocked after all.

Did you win?

"It's a pity ......"

Xiao Yu shook his head lightly and sighed.

"Bang Bang ......"

The wine monk suddenly stood still, and his body began to burst into bloody holes, bursting out countless red arrow rains.

The wine monk closed his eyes, and his breath slowly withered.

"After all, it's still mortal. ”

Xiao Yu put away the silver sand sword and said lightly: "Being able to be on his deathbed, he was shocked by the illusion and broke through the immortal barrier, even if he was dragged down by the body, it was extremely rare." ”

"It turns out that you are really a fairy ......"

The wine monk suddenly opened his eyes, no longer drunk, extremely sober, and even a sense of penetration, contained in it.

"My life is bumpy, first as a monk, breaking the precepts, recovering as the Tao, looking for leisure, getting the throne, worshiping Confucianism, cultivating self-cultivation, and ruling all the people...... In the end, all thoughts were lost, and he rejoined Shaolin and studied the classics again. Occasionally, I get divine skills, learn from corrections, get the strongest exercises in the world, practice to the extreme, but feel the limit...... There are big ups and downs, and you can see through the world early. ”

He smiled, but looked at Zhang Zhenren: "Or you are profound, and the heavenly machine predicts, and you have tied the heavenly fate to Wudang as early as possible...... I'm dull in Shaolin......"

Zhang Zhenren made a joke and said with a peaceful smile: "Congratulations to Daoyou, you have finally understood." ”

"yes, I realized. The wine monk slowly closed his eyes, "For me, as it should be. For Shaolin, it's too late...... It's too late......"

With a word, a yang fire suddenly ignited on him, spread along his legs, and spread all over his body.

In the flames, the wine monk smiled like a Buddha, his gaze penetrated the mundane, and he looked at the avenue on the other side.

The intoxicating aroma of wine permeates the surroundings, as if everything he has is quenched and rising in this fragrance.

So refreshing, so rich......

Suddenly, Xiao Yu's long sleeves waved slightly, and an invisible finger force dissipated.

"What an invisible and traceless finger," Zhang Zhenren's eyes stared, shooting straight into the Shaolin, and walked out of the old monk, "Could it be Murong ......?"

"Amitabha," the old monk walked slowly, "Murong is gone, and there is only a sweeping monk left in the world." ”

"Sweeper?"

Zhang Zhenren and several juniors looked at each other, smiled lightly, and did not argue much.

"The poor monk came today, just to temper it," the sweeping monk recited a Buddha name, "Zhang Wuxia and the grass road man, full of blood, I Shaolin have the obligation to bring it back, so as not to endanger the martial arts." ”

Xiao Yu smiled slightly: "Can the monk ever hear the last words of the same sect before?"

"Hear. But the poor monk felt that it was not too late. "The sweeping monk is as calm as the sea," Shaolin has a long history, broad and profound, and it is never too late. ”

"I hope ......" Xiao Yu was noncommittal, "The monk doesn't plan to save me?"

The sweeping monk shook his head: "Venerable is detached, there is no need to be tempered. ”

Xiao Yu half-narrowed his eyes: "I protect Wudang, I want to do one?"

The sweeping monk nodded and said bluntly, "Please!"

In a few words, settle the dispute.

Xiao Yu raised his hand and raised his sword, the wind and clouds were shocked, the sky and the earth changed color, and the surrounding scenery was unusual, as if the world had changed.

He once comprehended the law of the great sound, although the realm was too far away and unusable, but he understood it thoroughly, and he had quite a mysterious charm. At this time, the Immortal Words Law Domain, although it is illusory and fragile, after all, it is a practical interpretation, and the mystery obtained is of great help to its own future.

"Interesting, this square seal array seems to have another mystery, and the divine thoughts touch it, and it is even more intelligible. ”

The inspiration is deeply hidden, Xiao Yu's heart sprouts joy, and he simply uses Wudang Mountain as the base to re-enact the fantasy of Qiankun, and the sound follows the law, simulating the heart and conceiving the world for a long time.

The heroes on Wudang Mountain, who had never seen the illusion before, were all shocked and in an uproar.

Only Kunlun, Kongtong Ancestor, etc., who are hazy and mysterious, are ecstatic and explore the wonders.

"Sure enough, it's ...... supernatural"

The sweeping monk arrived in the field, took a deep breath, made a seal with his left palm, and slowly pushed out his right hand.

The air is clear, there seems to be a virtual shadow of a glass bottle, slowly appearing behind the sweeping monk, in this illusory realm, exuding a peaceful Buddha light, and the degree of Daqian.

In the vase, a golden rainbow flew out and shot suddenly towards Xiao Yu. It is so brilliant that it is impossible to look at it directly. In the golden rainbow, there seems to be a Buddha chanting, and there seems to be the sound of soldiers fighting.

"Righteousness and brightness, tempering demons and evils. Xiao Yu smiled slightly, "The monk's Zen rhyme is really profound." ”

After that, Xiao Yu slowly waved his sleeves, and a silver rainbow flew out like a match, colliding with the golden rainbow of the treasure bottle.

The two lights collided, and there was no movement and sound that the viewer expected, but only silently canceled each other out.

"Xiao Gongzi is really powerful. ”

The sweeping monk said in admiration: "The skill used is completely consistent with this blow, there is no aftermath spread, fine control, beyond the ordinary." ”

"Take out all your strength!" Xiao Yu looked at the sweeping monk, "With only the current Sanskrit exercises, you are not my opponent at all." ”

"Since this is the case, I asked Xiao Gongzi for advice, a fingering technique in the past. ”

The sweeping monk slowly straightened up, his demeanor changed from peaceful and serene, and gradually exuded a sense of pride and pride.

He stretched out his right hand, his fingers together, and a blood-colored light lingered on his fingertips. Vaguely, there seemed to be thousands of troops and horses, killing and killing blood, shaking the field.

As soon as the light became one, it immediately turned into a pillar of light and shot directly at Xiao Yu.

"The fall of the militaristic state, what a heavy resentment!"

Xiao Yu shook his head and sighed: "With such a Shura move, it is estimated that you were able to suppress it by studying Buddhism in Shaolin." ”

The sound of sighing echoed in all directions, and after that, a huge air mass suddenly emerged in front of him, and the water vapor was trapped, like a rain cloud, in which the sound of dripping water could be heard clearly.

When the pillar of blood hit the cloud, it was seen churning in the group, surging and rolling, and the blood light was submerged in it, constantly being consumed, and it was difficult to break out.

"Good is like water, and it is impermanent. ”

Zhang Zhenren was behind, and said in admiration: "Xiao Gongzi's Taoist skills are exquisite, and he is obviously not doing his best. ”

A moment later, the cloud disintegrated, and along with the blood light, dissipated into nothingness.