As he spoke, the priest stretched out a hand to take the treasure map.

Duan Yuntu laughed and said, "Divine Master, since this treasure map is a hoodoo, I don't think you need to look at it." ”

Then Duan Yuntu turned to face everyone and said loudly: "Everyone, there is no treasure map in the world at all, and the treasure of Fuxian Lake is just a legend. This treasure map is simply a maze array set up by the Manchu Qing Tartars, wanting to lead our Yunnan martial arts to kill each other. Don't be fooled. Now I will hand over this treasure map to Master Zhenghui and burn it in public. After saying that, he strode towards Master Zhenghui.

Duan Yuntu walked up to Master Zhenghui, handed the picture with both hands, and said loudly, "Master Zhenghui, please abbot." ”

Master Zhenghui was just about to reach out to pick it up, but the god lord laughed strangely and said, "Good boy, you dare to ignore the old man." The old man is here, who dares to burn the treasure map without permission?"

Duan Yuntu suddenly felt a strong attack, and the treasure map came out of his hand and flew towards the Divine Lord.

I didn't expect that the god master would actually connect to the dragon grip to hold things in the air, and the two of them were so far apart, he could still have such strength when he grabbed it from the air!

Duan Yuntu flipped his wrist, and the wooden sword in his hand was picked up, just picking the treasure map, and immediately changed the direction of the treasure map and flew upward.

The god raised his right hand, and with another claw, he grabbed upward.

Duan Yuntu flew up, the wooden sword in his hand picked up on the treasure map again, and then stretched out his left hand and grabbed the treasure map.

As soon as his fingers touched the treasure map, he heard the god shout, "Good boy!" and with a flick of his wrist, he gently pushed it out with a palm.

Duan Yuntu suddenly felt a strong force attacking, and because he was in the air, he had no way to borrow his strength. He was rushed backwards by this force, and the treasure map also fluttered, flying higher ground.

Master Zhenghui recited the Buddha's name and said loudly: "This treasure map is really a hoodoo, let's let the old man destroy it." Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his right index finger, and with a touch of emptiness, an internal force shot out sharply, and the treasure map floating in mid-air was in the middle.

When the treasure map met this finger force, a burst of flames suddenly rose and burned.

The god screamed, jumped up, reached out and grabbed the burning treasure map, and extinguished the flames, but by this time it was too late, the treasure map had burned to the point that only a palm-sized kick remained, and it was charred and curled, and nothing could be seen.

The god lord was furious and said, "Good boy, I will kill you. Flying towards Duan Yuntu, there was no trace of the immortal Dao wind just now.

Duan Yuntu's feet had just landed, and before he could stand firmly, he suddenly felt another strong force attacking, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Master Zhenghui saw that the god lord wanted to disadvantage Duan Yuntu, so he hurriedly jumped into the air and threw himself at the god lord. As soon as the two met, they exchanged four moves, and then fell to the ground again, looking at each other.

The god lord said coldly: "Stinky monk, you destroyed my treasure map with a yang finger force, do you dare to stop me? I will kill you first, then kill that stinky boy, and then kill everyone present." ”

After saying that, his body moved, and he threw himself at Master Zhenghui. Everyone only saw the figure of the god in a flash, and then they came to Master Zhenghui. The cheetah doesn't have his speed, and the delphinium doesn't have his strength. No one could see how he moved, and no one could see what he was doing.

But the god is fast, and Master Zhenghui is not slow. As soon as the god lord pounced in front of Master Zhenghui, he saw Master Zhenghui's figure flicker, and then he flew up and reached the air.

The Divine Lord did not stop, and followed closely behind, and also flew into the air. The two exchanged eight more moves in an instant in the air. Everyone only heard several loud noises of "pop, pop", but they couldn't see how the two of them made a move.

Everyone could only see one white and one red, and the two figures were flying and flashing in the air, like lightning speeding.

After a while, two figures fell to the ground and flew up the bell tower again. The big bell on the bell tower was stimulated by the power of the palms of the two people, and it made a loud buzzing sound. The shock made everyone's ears buzz with it.

This big bell is very huge, more than two people high, and weighs tens of thousands of catties. On weekdays, the monks who hit the bell in the temple are all monks who are strong and have a certain foundation in martial arts, otherwise they will not ring at all.

At this time, the palm wind of the two of them actually caused the super bell to buzz, and the sound could reach several miles.

In the blink of an eye, the two flew down the bell tower and went to the top of Chihiro Tower. Everyone looked up at the top of the tower, and their hearts were in their throats.

At this time, a round of the sun was slanting westward, and the sunlight was shining obliquely from the top of the tower, stabbing everyone from opening their eyes.

Duan Yuntu squinted his eyes and looked into the Gathering Shadow Pool, only to see two figures flying back and forth between the three towers, like two giant dragons flying in the air.

This competition is simply thrilling. Where have you ever seen such a fight scene? One by one, their eyes widened and their mouths widened, and they forgot to cheer, and the arena was quiet, and the sound of everyone's breathing could be heard.

After another moment, the two suddenly fell to the ground, two or three feet apart, standing opposite each other, standing still.

All eyes were on the faces of the two men, trying to tell from their facial expressions who had won and who had lost. But the expressions of both men were equally calm, and nothing could be seen.

The Divine Lord suddenly coughed twice and said, "Monk, your skills are really not simple. If it weren't for my big apprentice who consumed a lot of your internal strength in advance, it would not be easy for the old man to win you. ”

Then I saw Master Zhenghui "poof" and protrude a large mouthful of blood, and his legs fell backwards as soon as he became weak.

Duan Yuntu hurriedly stepped forward to support Master Zhenghui and probed his snort, his breath was still there. When I touched the pulse on his wrist, it was okay, although the pulse was weak, it was still stable, and it seemed that he was not worried about life. It's just that his veins are seriously damaged, and his internal strength is weak, I'm afraid that this martial arts will not be practiced every year and a half.

The eight Dharma Protectors next to him, King Kong, hurriedly stepped forward and carried Master Zhenghui down with all hands and feet.

The Divine Lord's eyes glared at Duan Yuntu, his eyes were sharp, and he said loudly: "Xiao Hanako, now it's your turn." After saying that, he coughed twice. It seems that in this drama fight, although the god lord defeated Master Zhenghui, his internal power consumption must be very huge.

Duan Yuntu knew that with his martial arts, he couldn't compete with the Snow Mountain God Lord in front of him, and he was really unsure whether he could retreat with his whole body for a while, and at this time, he could only fight with all his strength, or there might be a glimmer of life.

Duan Yuntu put the wooden sword on his back, and took off the Zhanlu sword on his back, staring at the god lord with a pair of eyes. He knew that the speed of the god lord was very fast, and if he was a little distracted, he would be hit.

(End of chapter)