"Amitabha Buddha" is not easy to block the Ming Dao because of the bamboo measures, and his face is red and his breath is more chaotic.
"Ha ha … Heaven has eyes!" King Kong Cannon is not afraid to smile when he sees Zhu Jiacuo holding a Xuanyuan sword. He sinks his waist and bends his knife again.
There may not be many people present who can be in the mood of Bai Jingang Gun at the moment. It is a great pleasure for a master who will end his life to meet his equal opponent in his lifetime. Since he got the Ming Gong Dao, he has not met the magic weapon in his own hands. Now diamond cut diamond will meet a good talent. This kind of fighting is the real fighting. This kind of fighting is called fun.
"Previously, Brother Seven threw a knife to help the monks. At that time, there was a strange metallic smell among the monks." Wen Xiaofeng leaned slightly. "At that time, I was suspicious and never thought it was Xuanyuanjian."
"It’s indeed a Xuanyuan sword. Our trip may be run." I frowned and nodded. Previously, the King Kong cannon used to throw a knife to support the ram leaning against the wind. If the ram leaning against the wind took the flaming knife at that time, Zhu Jiacuo would certainly throw the Xuanyuan sword to the static result. The ram leaning against the wind didn’t take the knife but kicked it back, so Zhu Jiacuo didn’t show the Xuanyuan sword, but one thing is certain: the Xuanyuan sword must have been partially drawn at that time, otherwise Wen Xiaofeng wouldn’t find its breath.
"solution?" Wenxiaofeng looked at me puzzled.
"Six senior sisters have previously analyzed unreasonable things, so Hui may have anticipated today’s fighting and arranged countermeasures in advance." I stared at the two people in the field, King Kong firecrackers and measures were making themselves disabled with a little aura, and they couldn’t tell the outcome of the fighting for a short time. At this time, their breath was already scattered and the situation was not optimistic.
"Even if he foresees that if he goes against the sky, he will be damned." Wen Xiaofeng picked his nose slightly.
"Hui is likely to correct Yin and Yang’s peace, good and evil in knowing it." There has been no talk. Mu Zhuifeng heard us talking about turning around and inserting a sentence. Compared with Wen Xiaofeng’s nervousness, she looked relatively relaxed and kept smiling at the field yelling and slashing the King Kong cannon. Obviously, she has full confidence in her husband.
"Six elder sisters" Wen Xiao turned to the left of the wind.
"Mei Er can easily win because the other side has refused to repair Hui in recent years, and we need to teach and humiliate him. One of them has died for many years, but he still carries aura with him. Yang Shihui wants to destroy his mask and end his life. The other is that the ice crystal beads are a quiet place in Tianlong Temple. Before his death, he accused the Buddha spirit that his heart was bad and he lost his life. It should also be the fate of this life. "Mu Zhuifeng lists one by one and slowly talks about her. After all, she is a woman who is cautious.
"Isn’t he afraid of the scourge?" Wen Xiao’s asking this question again is also my doubt. If Hui Zhen dares to go against the sky, he will surely attract a scourge, and his body can never resist it by relying solely on God’s knowledge.
"In the past, the Buddha cut the meat to feed the eagle. If you want to bring order out of chaos, you naturally want to follow the example of Buddhism and take the blame yourself." Mu Zhuifeng talked and turned back again and again. At this moment, the sky is already bright and there is not much time left.
"Do you think he can correct and modify" WenXiaoFeng cold hum.
Just as the three men were talking, the situation in the field became more and more fierce and tragic. The remaining aura of the two men had almost been exhausted. At this moment, the fight was already their own physical strength and endurance, which was produced by the striking of Xuanyuan sword and Hong Dao. Because these two peerless weapons were not made of steel, the sparks slashed each other and there was no defect.
At the moment, bamboo and martial arts are similar to the Dharma swordsmanship of Shaolin Temple, but I have changed my hands to hold the sword, cut and choose the rules and laws, but I am not good at this. Because of the comparison between Buddhism and Taoism, it is known that all the major sects also have their own strong martial arts, and the second religion is that the spiritual practitioner is not good at the martial arts of the layman, and he is not good at the martial arts.
"Let’s stop here." I sighed and took the gong beside me. Tianma was about to shine the King Kong cannon. It was out of time.
"Don’t ring the gong." Mu Zhuifeng and Wen Xiaofeng stopped me when they saw me pick up the gong.
"Give up before the last minute, Old Four will definitely blame you." Mu Zhuifeng shook his head and sighed. She also saw that although the King Kong cannon was magnificent, the knife method was no match for the bamboo and the sword method. The so-called sword eye Xuanyuan Minghong was not an ordinary weapon. If you make a mistake, it wouldn’t be a flesh wound.
"Nine brothers, do you feel that they still have aura to drive?" Wenxiaofeng make signal with the lips and said
"My heart is chaotic." I smiled and let go of the gong. Because the King Kong cannon lost its purple gas as soon as it arrived during the day, I subconsciously thought that the dawn was the last time, but I didn’t think that the aura of the King Kong cannon and the bamboo measures had already dried up. Whether it was dawn was no longer a problem.
After a while, the sun rises.
As Wen Xiaofeng expected, the rising of the sun did not have a great impact on the King Kong Gun, but the King Kong Gun was in a state of fierce fighting, and it did not find that the day and night changes were still struggling.
But at the moment when the sun rises, something unexpected happens.
The Xuanyuan sword in Zhu Jiacuo’s hand felt the rising sun, and the golden blade gradually produced a large virtual film. After the moment, it was accompanied by a loud bird called Xuanyuan Sword. A huge golden sun flew out of the control of Zhu Jiacuo, and the Hong Gong Dao in the King Kong gunner was stirred by Xuanyuan Sword Spirit, and it also roared. The cloud magpie’s sword spirit flapped more than ten feet, and big wing Ling was angry and greeted by the three-legged sun. The natural hostility of Wu Dao Soul Sword Spirit was out of the master’s control and stirred and grabbed and pecked together on its own.
A sudden huge change made everyone present stunned, and everyone on both sides left to sit up and look up in amazement.
No matter how surprised they are, they can’t beat King Kong cannons and bamboo measures, but they don’t have weapons. This makes them look at each other and forget to fight.
Sun Wuyun Magpie is similar in shape and its wingspan is about three meters. Sun Wu is not a crow as usual, but a bird of prey that represents the justice of pure sun. It is said that the phoenix is similar and different in that it has a foot in front of its two feet and emits a breath of sunshine, the land is king’s landing, and the red knife turns into a cloud magpie, but it is another situation. The angry eyes are round and the wings are shining, and the breath is like the heroic overlord of Kyushu.
The sword, the soul, the sword and the soul fight against each other, and the king and the hegemon compete in the same field. The scene is tragic and spectacular.
Sun Wuyun Magpie didn’t stay where it was. After fighting for a moment, it suddenly turned and flew away from the temple, pecking at each other and flying to the eastern sky.
"ah? What are you going to do? " King Kong Cannon saw that the Ming Gong Dao turned into a cloud magpie flew far away from the nether world. I couldn’t help shouting and losing color. I was in a hurry and tried to chase Nai. He had aura, but the imperial envoy jumped up and fell less than three feet.
"Then hit me to chase the knife for you." When I saw it, I called a ling to leap eastward and swept away, and the young Lama monk also used his magical skills to leave the ground and follow after saying something in Tibetan to Zhu Jiacuo.
King Kong Gun has been fighting hard. At this time, winning or losing is important to him, which affects his mentality and living method in the remaining days.
Riwu and Yunque didn’t move quickly before, and my Lama soon caught up with them, but in the later period, the two birds’ spirits suddenly picked up speed, and we had to catch up with each other again.
While chasing, I noticed that the Lama monk not far from me was moving very fast, even faster than me, and his posture was very familiar. There was a second brother, Qi Yufeng, who traveled thousands of miles.
It wasn’t long before they stopped.
It’s a pity that we stopped not because we caught up with the dark clouds, but because they disappeared.
I frowned, picked up my gaze and looked around Fiona Fang for thousands of miles. Where did they go?
Ming Hong Dao is the favorite of King Kong Gun. I lost it. How can I tell him when I get back? In the end, I was unwilling to even lose my long-lost mantra, but it was still in vain
After several attempts, I turned around and returned to the nearby temple, and I heard a rush of gongs. The feeling was urgent and I hurried to accelerate. When I got to the temple of the underworld, I frowned and shook my head.
Jian Zhen looked anxious on the sidelines, knocking with a gong, and the King Kong cannon had dropped the bamboo and measures to the ground, waving his fists and smashing them. "No? You his mama don’t … "
Chapter 2 Guanyin Block
Although Zhu Jiacuo was pushed down to the ground with his hands behind his back by the King Kong Gun, the cockscomb hat rolled out of the distance, but his body was naturally a living Buddha of the Kagyu Sect Adi Temple, and he was struggling to turn over. At this time, Nai Jingkong Gun made the capture and fighting bamboo Jiacuo root method in the special forces break away from his knee pressure control.
No one expected that the two masters of purple gas had become the present situation, because everyone had never expected that there would be an unexpected situation in the field faced by the unruly guy like King Kong Gun in advance. Both sides were a little at a loss, and Jian Zhen was naturally the most anxious to be the master. Although he knocked on the fire in his hand, he didn’t dare to pull it casually, and many monks didn’t help him. He frowned and shook his head, even praising the Buddha’s name, while my side was fascinated by chasing the wind and Wen Xiaofeng. After all, everyone saw that the two of them had not moved and naturally wouldn’t say much.
"That’s enough!" When I looked at him, I quickly fell into shape and grabbed and threw out the fist-waving King Kong cannon. This guy has gone too far. As the saying goes, killing people is just a matter of winning, so it is really wrong to humiliate bamboo and take measures.
"When the master of the Buddha returned to the mountain, he should be punished for being original." I stretched out my hand and lifted him up. "If the living Buddha exceeded Maitreya, I must not hold a grudge." I apologized and said that nature was not true, because I certainly wouldn’t treat the King Kong cannon like a Buddhist pot-bellied, laughing, and Maitreya came to the fore. He hoped that he would not pursue the violation of the King Kong cannon.