Heroes of the Plane Cultivation System

Chapter 217 The Curtain Opens
"not good……"

The faces of Ba Fenghan and the three of them changed, and the figures of the three suddenly moved away, only to hear a sound of "Dang!", and a bell rang, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, but a copper ball shot at the three of them. To the bronze bell.

"Let's go!" Fu Junma yelled and walked away.

"Thief, where are you going!" A rough voice shouted, and there was a sound of piercing through the air. When Fu Junmao looked, it was an iron Zen staff that was hitting her head fiercely.

"Clang!" A burst of sword energy surged, and the long sword behind her was still in her hand. When the long sword was unsheathed, it let out a clear cry, and it often turned into a stream of light, coming from behind, and met the scorpion. Iron Zen staff.

"Dang!" The swords and staffs met, and Fu Junma, who was in mid-air, had nowhere to put her strength. She sank and fell to the ground.

There were already monks holding wooden sticks surrounding her, and they were about to surround her at the first sight.

"Damn it!" She thought to herself, the situation was already at a disadvantage.

Fu Junma was angry in her heart. She was in mid-air and had nowhere to use her strength. The iron Zen staff had already been smashed down, and it hit her face with the sound of wind and thunder. She bit her silver teeth secretly and drew out her long sword to kill this person. After taking it, the heavy iron Zen staff, coupled with the power of Monk Buchi and the Dragon Elephant, was really like the weight of Mount Tai.

Fu Junmao is also amazing, the Jiuxuan Dafa is extremely profound, the long sword draws out a series of femininity in the mid-air, but seeing circles of halos, the force of this staff is drawn away, so that she loses her old strength Exhausted, the new power has not arrived, only to fall to the ground, and immediately fell into the siege.

It was originally in the dark but turned to the light, Fu Junmao secretly said bitterly.

"Amitabha!" After reciting the Buddha's name in a low voice, Monk Buchi, wearing a gray monk's robe, walked out from among the monks. Monk Buchi blocked her retreat. He looked at Fu Junma and said, "This female Bodhisattva, But he is a disciple of Goryeo's sword master?"

Fu Junma snorted coldly, glanced coldly at the monk soldiers around her, and scolded: "Stop talking nonsense and get out of the way!"

After all, with a flick of the long sword, a gust of wind and thunder and sword energy swayed around like a whirlwind. The heavy sword energy surged out and slashed at the monks and soldiers. With cold cheeks, Qiqi couldn't help taking a step back.

Although it was just one step, it revealed a flaw, enough for Fu Junma to leave calmly.

Fu Junmao was overjoyed, and with a flick of her wrist, a burst of cold light suddenly appeared on the edge of the sword, and a cold sword intent surged out, her body attacked Buzhi Monk like a ghost, and a sword pierced his crotch , very sinister.

The monk Buchi shouted angrily, his heart was angry and his eyes were ferocious. He looked like an eminent Buddhist monk, but he was clearly like an evil ghost Shura. He was very frightening. He had practiced the first-class technique of Vajra to subjugate demons. The Buddhist method is to subjugate demons and demons. The Arhat Vajra does not avoid killing.

It's just that Fu Junmao came suddenly, Buchi could only use a stick to protect the vital points, who knew that Fu Junmao's move was a false move, but to force Monk Buchi back, Fu Junmao scolded, and stopped suddenly, like an arrow Generally, it plunders towards the monks and soldiers on one side.

The long cry is like a flood dragon, and the cold light is like a bright moon.

"Amitabha, the female benefactor is so stubborn, don't blame the poor monk for being rude, and ask the female benefactor to stay in this temple for a while!" The monk Bu Tan uttered the Buddha's name, but his body didn't know what to do, but he stopped Fu Junmao.

Fu Junmao didn't expect this monk to be so skillful that he saw through his purpose and was annoyed in his heart, "Troublesome bald slave!" Then he slashed out with a sword, which turned into a ten-foot-long cold light and went straight to the head of the non-greedy monk.

"Amitabha, the gods have the virtue of loving life!" The monk who is not greedy flicked his right hand, and a breeze was blown from the fluttering gray sleeves. Suddenly his palm turned into a fist, and he punched out, and the sword energy collapsed immediately.

The monk who was not greedy had mastered the mystical skills and had been cultivating for an unknown amount of time. He dispersed the sword energy with one punch and then took a step forward. It was just a small step. Under the pull of the energy, Fu Junma was born with no idea. The feeling of moving forward is impossible to leave.

"Damn bald slave!" Fu Junmao was furious in her heart, and the long sword released bursts of sword energy as her mind stirred. She was dressed in white with fluttering sleeves like a fairy coming to the world. The cold is very cold, but it is a flower with many thorns. The monk who is not greedy delivers the Buddha's name, and sends out bursts of Buddha's voice from his mouth. A pair of fleshy palms will block all the sharp sword energy. The monk who is not greedy has white beard and eyebrows, what a compassionate Buddha scene.

Fu Junma has practiced Yi swordsmanship, which is said to control the sword with the intention. The intention is first with the sword and before the enemy is anticipated, and it is the most powerful. However, this time she was completely restrained by the non-greedy monk. The non-greedy monk is a Buddhist. His subordinates did not attack hard, they just defeated the enemy. This way, Fu Junma was like a spider web, giving birth to the feeling of a mouse pulling a tortoise and unable to start. Fu Junma secretly said in her heart: "The master once said that the Central Plains Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Master Come out in large numbers, Yu Wenhuaji's Xuanbing energy was already powerful, but I didn't expect this great monk to be even more powerful!"

I was astonished in my heart as I heard the low-pitched sound of the Buddha coming from the mouth of the non-greedy monk. He was reciting the Buddhist scripture "Diamond Sutra". The sound of the Buddha was like a breeze blowing into my arms. Although it was low, it continued to come in. Fu Junma gradually felt bored, and her sword moves gradually became messy and difficult.

"If this continues, I will definitely be defeated by him!" Fu Junmao secretly said in his heart, the monk who is not greedy has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and does not have a vicious killing move in his hand, but it makes her feel helpless slowly, Fu Junmao secretly feels ruthless in his heart, and grows With a sound of "嗤!", the sword stabbed out quickly, forcing the monk to return to the defense. He suddenly pulled up his body, his clothes fluttering like a fairy. monk soldiers.

The incident happened suddenly, and everyone was caught off guard. The monk soldier was stunned when he saw the sharp knife approaching. The monk who was not crazy saw Fu Junmao being held back by the monk who was not greedy, so he relaxed. At this moment, he saw that his blood was about to splash on the Buddhist gate. , A sweep of the Zen staff was aimed at Fu Junmao, trying to force Fu Junmao to change his moves.

"Bad slave, eat me with a sword!" There was a shriek, and in mid-air, a woman in white jumped out from the bronze hall. The white clothes were like snow, and her long hair fluttered. A long sword in her hand drew a line like a crescent moon The sword energy struck the iron Zen staff, and only heard the sound of metal and stone as crisp as Mingyu. Monk Buzhi stepped back three steps, his eyes widened with anger, just watching Fu Junmao's long sword slashed down. It was blood spattered.

There was a sound of piercing through the air, and only a sound of "Dang!" was heard. The long sword trembled and screamed, and was about to be thrown out, but a copper ball bounced on the long sword, causing Fu Jun to stutter in pain. , the long sword was almost uncontrollable, and it was about to fly out.

It was just a pinball, but it turned out to be so powerful, Fu Junmao was shocked, and the monk who was not greedy behind her still stopped her. She wanted to make a big splash, but she didn't expect it to fall short.

"Chi!" There was a sound of piercing the air, and it was Ba Fenghan who was hiding aside, Ba Fenghan was shocked, twisted his body slightly, and dodged the blow.

Ba Fenghan appeared and landed next to Fu Junma and the two girls. At this time, Master Liaokong appeared in front of the bronze gate.

Wearing a yellow inner robe and a brown jacket, Liao Kong appeared in front of his fellow monks. All the monks clasped their hands and said hello to him.

Ba Fenghan was still immersed in that blow just now. It was rumored that Monk Liaokong practiced closed meditation, and he was also surprisingly young.He doesn't look over 40 years old.Slender and handsome, with a straight nose, he looks very individual.

What makes people unforgettable at first sight is his pair of deep and unpredictable eyes, which make people have a heart that is both unpredictable and dare not be underestimated.

Those sharp eyes scanned the three people in the field, waiting to make the three people feel that their bodies and minds were exposed. This feeling, sister Fu Junmao only felt it from her master, but it was much stronger.

The two sisters looked at each other, and they both saw each other's intentions. It seemed that they had encountered a tough problem at this time!
Bursts of Sanskrit sounds came, and the bells sounded again and again, but the alarm bells rang for a long time, shaking the Zen door.

Many monks and soldiers had already been startled, with Zen sticks in their hands, they surrounded the three of them heavily. These monks and soldiers were standing in a mysterious position, and the three of them were all people with extraordinary knowledge. Three people surrounded the center.
This is clearly the Vajra Subduing Demon Formation.

"Amitabha, the three benefactors visited our temple at night. What is the purpose of their visit?" Monk Bu Greed clasped his hands together and said in a low voice. His voice was old, but it carried a strange charm, which stopped in everyone's ears, as if... The words around him are average, and the skill is very profound.

Fu Junma and the two girls did not say anything, but looked at the formation carefully. This formation was also powerful. Most of the monks and soldiers in the field had average martial arts skills, but through the formation's position, they gave birth to the power of crouching tigers. All three of them felt a burst of pressure.

"What a powerful formation, the expert who created this formation is really powerful!" Both of them thought in their hearts.

Just as Ba Fenghan was about to speak, the Buchi monk said angrily: "Brother, you don't need to ask any more, these three people must have come here for He Shibi!" He glared at the three of them, and said: "The three barbarians , How dare you plan on my Divine Artifact!"

He has a rather staunch personality, and when he was young, he was more willing to be kind and enmity, killing people with a sword, but he didn't look like a monk when he said this, but he was originally a Dharma protector, and he practiced the skills of the Vajra Shura lineage, so it's no wonder that !
Ba Fenghan's eyes were cold, the situation was beyond his expectation, he just wanted to investigate the situation, but he was discovered before he arrived, and now he is surrounded by Monk Kong and the four guardian monks Now, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to get out, but...

"Su Wen's martial arts are profound, and Ba Fenghan dares to learn a thing or two!" His tiger eyes flashed coldly, and he looked coldly at the monk Bu Chi in front of him. Bu Chi held a heavy Zen staff, and his aura was even more powerful. He was originally an orphan outside the Great Wall. A wolf is even more tenacious.

Ba Fenghan let out a long laugh, and a gust of wind and thunder surged around his body, forming a gust of wind, blowing the smoke and dust on the ground.

The monks and soldiers hurriedly covered their eyes, at this moment, they heard a sound of swords, the sound was like gold and stones, straight into the sky, making everyone's ears numb.

Zhanxuan sword came out.

The long sword turned into a rainbow, and the sword energy was as white as frost. People followed the sword, and they were approaching Monk Buchi. The long sword trembled in mid-air. It was obvious that the master was very excited, and Monk Buchi also shouted angrily. , shouted: "The poor monk has long disliked this barbarian!"

What he said was nondescript, but his voice was like a bell, and he had an awe-inspiring aura, quite like the feeling of joy in the past, and the Zen stick in his hand fell down on the head.

The power of the dragon elephant broke gold and crushed rocks, and the sound of howling wind came, and the two swords and staffs intersected, and they fought forcefully.

"Peng!" The strong wind blew violently, and both of them felt their bodies sink. Spider web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the ground.

"Okay!" Monk Buchi shouted loudly, and the Zen staff in his hand danced vigorously, but when he saw the shadow of the staff, he moved around very briskly, and his hand was even more fierce. He opened and closed it widely, and Ba Fenghan With a roar of anger, the long sword in his hand immediately cut through the heavy sword, like a long stretch of yellow sand, extremely sharp.

Most of his martial arts are cultivated from the land of yellow sand. After three years of painstaking training, he has just achieved a small success. His perseverance is admirable. Since he was seriously injured for Bi Xuan, he almost survived the death, and he walked through the gate of hell. Practice is even more beneficial, and it has made great progress for him. In this way, he came to the Central Plains martial arts just now. On the one hand, he avoided Bi Xuan, on the other hand, he wanted to hone his martial arts skills. Of course, in the end, he also found that man... The man who filled him with humiliation.

The Zhanxuan sword was released, the name of the sword was Zhanxuan, and it was intended for Bi Xuan. I heard that he was also defeated by Bi Xuan, so as long as you have the strength to cut off Bi Xuan's stinky head, you can cut off his stinky head with one sword!
The sword energy intertwined like a long stretch of yellow sand, the new wind blew wildly, and the Xuan Zhan sword came out. Each sword in the eight Fenghan moves seemed to be a silent roar of rage, which made Monk Buchi retreat step by step, with a strong hand. When it came, he was very surprised.

This is a man who is unwilling to be lonely!

He roared angrily, his name is not idiot, but it is he who is idiot and is the most persistent. This time he couldn't help feeling a sense of arrogance, the impulse to defeat Huer in front of him in one fell swoop, "Ignorant Huer, Hugh!" You must have underestimated my Buddhist magical powers!"

He took a step earlier and struck out with a stick. The ordinary stick hit Ba Fenghan's chest. This stick seemed simple, but it was the condensed strength of his whole life. It's like a raging sea, but it's his pinnacle work.

Ba Fenghan realized how powerful it was. He carried the Xuanxuan Sword with him, flew out diagonally, and flew into the air. Unprepared, Monk Buchi shouted angrily, and the stick suddenly turned into a head-on blow. It was like a mountain bearing down on the top of the mountain. With an aura as strong as broken gold and rubble, Ba Fenghan felt the terrifying power within it.

"Good time!" Ba Fenghan shouted loudly, raising his true energy, a burst of cold light appeared on the edge of the sword, swung the long sword in circles and slashed fiercely, everyone held their breath, waiting With this earth-shattering blow.

It's just surprising that it didn't appear as expected. When the Zhanxuan sword approached the Zen stick, its rigidity turned into a soft force around its fingers. It pulled on the Zen stick to let go of its strength. At this time, Ba Feng Han shouted angrily, like a god of war, he slashed down with his long sword and spit out his strength.

"Qiang!" The sound of metal and stone came, and it was heard endlessly.

"It's time!" Fu Junmai thought inwardly, and gave Fu Junyu a wink. Behind the two's feelings, there was a tacit understanding. Although it was just a look, they still knew each other's intentions. The two sisters knew each other. At this time, Ba Fenghan and not The idiot monk has already decided the winner.

"Go!" With a shriek, the two rushed in opposite directions.

"Amitabha!" With two Buddha calls, two monks stopped the two women. It was the monk Fearless and Not Angry. The punch was thrown out, and it was aimed at Fu Junmao.
This punch completely sealed the changing space around Fu Junmao. In mid-air, Fu Junmao was amazing. With a coquettish scream and a long sword thrust out, although it was ordinary, it condensed the energy into a point, but it was Use the skill of breaking the surface.

The fearless monk's face remained unchanged, he turned his fist into a palm, slightly pressed down his fleshy palm, drew the long sword away, and with a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind and thunder was naturally generated, forcing Fu Junmao to be unable to move forward.

The same is true for Fu Junyu over there. The Buyan monk is a wooden stick, but he is evenly matched with Fu Junyu.

The winner was divided between Ba Fenghan and Monk Buchi, but neither of them was injured. Monk Buchi put his hands together and said, "Thank you, Abbot!"

Ba Fenghan was also surprised in his heart, just now with that sword, Monk Buchi was already at a disadvantage, but he was hit hard by a Buddhist bead on his Xuanxuan sword, forcing Ba Fenghan to return without success.

He walked with the sword and took Monk Kong's throat.

Monk Liaokong closed his eyes tightly, and when the long sword was about to approach his body, suddenly a flash of light shot out from his eyes, causing Ba Fenghan's heart to tighten suddenly, he swung his sleeves out and hit the long sword, Suddenly there was a sound of gold and stone.

Ba Fenghan backed up again and again, and at this moment, there was a coquettish smile, and a white shadow flew obliquely from the side, it was Ba Fenghan who was rushing towards the midair, Ba Fenghan was surprised, he only saw A white shadow came towards me, and I felt a warning sign in my heart. I shouted angrily, "Get away!"

Zhanxuan sword slashed away.

"The lone wolf Ba Fenghan would have been in such a state of embarrassment before he arrived outside the Great Wall!" A sweet laugh came. The woman twisted her body in mid-air unbelievably, dodged his sword, and continued to bully Shuang Saixue. His slender hands were already imprinted on Ba Fenghan's chest, as if a lover was caressing Ailang.

"Pfft!" Ba Fenghan felt as if he was struck by lightning, his chest hurt, and a mouthful of blood still spurted out. He shot towards the woman with all his strength. The woman smiled sweetly, her sleeves fluttered out like snow, and she suddenly floated like a butterfly. Arrived three feet away.

At this moment, everyone saw this woman clearly. She was dressed in white like snow, with three thousand blue hairs hanging down, fluttering and touching everyone's minds. Although her exquisite face was stunningly beautiful, it gave people a feeling of astonishment. , the most touching thing is a pair of lovely eyes, like a pool of autumn water, which makes people sink unconsciously.

Everyone was mesmerized and their hearts trembled.

"Amitabha!" A Buddha's cry sounded like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, which woke everyone up immediately.

"I didn't expect Monk Liaokong, who practiced dumb meditation, to speak!" the woman said with a charming smile.

"Amitabha, the female donor has entered the devil's path, so I cannot help but keep silent!" Monk Liaokong said.

"The Great Monk really knows how to joke, but the Great Monk handed over He Shibi, so that the slave family can have an answer to the World Honored One!" said the woman in white, she smiled sweetly, and she had a charming style.

The competition for He's Bi also followed her, and Ba Fenghan's serious injury kicked off.

The long night is long, but for countless people, it is a sleepless night.

(End of this chapter)