Big Sister Bingshan was warmed by me

"You go first!"

Zhou Yang shouted suddenly, and pushed the three people behind him out!

It's just that it's too late!

The two red-robed monks quietly blocked the retreat behind them.

Xu Hou said in a deep voice: "Little brother, let's go together!"

Zhao Fei supported the girl behind him with one hand, and lifted the sword with the other hand: "Little brother, brother, how can the elder brother go first?"

By the way, Seven Treasures Killing Formation!

Zhou Yang suddenly remembered that the newly improved Seven Treasures Killing Formation requires only four people to form a formation!

"Form formation! Miss Xinyi, you guard the center and beware of air raids!"

Xu Hou, Zhao Fei and? He formed a tacit understanding early on, and the offensive and defensive momentum of the three characters was instantly formed, and the Qibao killing formation was completed instantly!

"A formation of four? Hmph, it seems that it's either Shaolin or Wudang! You can't leave today!"

As if touching the hatred in his heart, the old monk's eyelids lifted, a trace of evil flashed in his dark eyes, and he continued to spit out bursts of magic sounds.

"This old monk's voice is strange, everyone be careful!"

Zhou Yang faced the old monk, and felt the terrible coercion. The warrior's natural vigilance signaled danger, and the alarm bells rang in his heart!

He collected his mind and pointed at the old monk with his sword:

"Esoteric monk, one day, I will definitely eradicate it!"

"Central Plains people, let's see how long you will be so stubborn?" The old monk continued to spit out demonic voices, disturbing everyone's minds. Two red robe monks swung their palms to kill Xu Hou and Zhao Fei.

Tuoba Xinyi covered his ears and shouted: "Tianshi, you alone? What kind of hero is the senior who bullies us young people?"

The old monk didn't lift his eyelids: "If you can withstand my Buddha's voice in the sea of ​​suffering, I will let you go!"

Zhou Yang didn't believe what he said at all, and killed Xue Lin himself, the old monk would definitely wish to kill himself!

"Pretentious!"

The Qingxue sword stabbed out across the sky without hesitation, and the sword flew into the sky, and the others were like dragons, slaying behind them.

"Hmph! The junior who is overconfident!"

The old monk Xinshou took off the Buddha string on his wrist, and put on the Qingxue sword like a chicken catching a butterfly.

With the long sword across the sky, it is impossible to move an inch!

Zhou Yang's complexion remained unchanged, and he flicked his sword back, the sword wrapped around the bead string, and hit it hard, wrapping it up!

Four or two thousand pounds!

The blade of the sword suddenly broke free from the confinement of the Buddha beads, instead of retreating, it continued to thrust forward.

The old monk's eyes narrowed slightly: "It turns out that you are a descendant of the Wudang sect, who dared to go to the Western Regions to fight fiercely, and today I will call you back and forth!"

Swipe your palms lightly in the air, and the beads will spread out automatically, forming a horizontal row in the void.

The old monk's palms are in the shape of a Buddha holding a flower. With both hands? The index finger is lightly flicked, and the two Buddhist beads at the head and the tail are shot out like thunder!

"Chong!"

One Buddhist bead repelled the attacking thunder sword, and the other Buddhist bead struck Zhou Yang's eyebrows!

Zhou Yang's figure, which was leaping into the air, suddenly flipped back, and the cross of the sword covered his face at the same time!

"Zeng!" The Buddha beads were blocked by the blade of the sword!

Zhou Yang kept his posture and swooped again. The long sword hit the sky like an eagle, and bounced back to the beads one by one. The tip of the sword was like a broken bamboo, piercing the body of the beads!

"Boom!" The Buddha beads exploded.

The momentum of the sword did not weaken at all, one person and one sword smashed into the sea like flying dragons, stabbing straight at the old monk's face!

"Whizzing!"

The old monk's fingers popped out again, and the two beads of prayer shot out like lightning!

The long sword suddenly looked like a dragon playing with pearls. With a swing of its long tail, the thorns turned into a shield. The two beads hit the blade at the same time, and it exploded again with two "bang bang" sounds!

"It can block the old monk's flick of the magic bead, let alone keep you!" The old monk's calm expression just now was a little more dignified.

The palms are unpredictable, and the rest of the beads are arranged in a circle in the air, like a bead-shaped lotus flower, slowly spinning down, each one contains overwhelming power, like a tight curse, covering Zhou Yang's head !

"Oops!" Zhou Yang's heart is not good, under the cover of the curse, no matter how fast his sword is, it is impossible to smash all the beads at once!

"Monk, do you think you're going to eat me?"

There was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were closed at this moment.

The "potential" of Taiji is quietly activated.

Everything in the world is contained within Taiji, and everything in the world is perceived by me.

The falling speed of the lotus buddha beads suddenly stagnated, and slowly fell in the air with the momentum visible to the eyes.

Every Buddha bead is clearly visible, infinitely magnified in Zhou Yang's eyes.

Sword up!With lightning speed, stab!

The tip of the sword nimbly pierced a Buddhist bead, and it was used as a point of force to rotate around it. Zhou Yang's body was as light as a feather, and he flew up lightly, falling outside the envelop of the Buddhist bead?

The point of the sword that pierced the Buddha beads did not retract, he was like a spinning top, circling around the lotus beads, the sword tip pierced through the body of the beads, and flew away with his body rotation, piercing each of the beads one by one!

At this moment, the long sword strung together all the Buddhist beads like a needle thread!

"Bold!"

The old monk let out a loud cry, and grasped it out of thin air with both palms, the stringed Buddhist beads gradually separated from the sword and flew towards him.

"Monk, do you still want to leave after coming?"

Zhou Yangjun raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth looked like a smile? Not a smile? Under the "momentum" of extreme extremes, he could not only perceive everything around him, but also predict the enemy's first opportunity, and he knew the old monk's intentions like the palm of his hand.

He shook his whole body, and Qi flowed into the blade like a tide, and the blade was like an arrow that was flying from the string, accompanied by the old monk's grasping power thousands of times and tens of thousands of times, and stabbed head-on at a very fast speed.

Point the sword between the eyebrows of the old monk!Tat for tat!

The old monk finally changed his color!Grabbing the two palms together suddenly, the whole person turned and turned sideways, wanting to avoid the Thunder Sword Intent!

It's just that it's a step too late!

The long sword pierced the old monk's ear and pierced his right ear!

The old monk's eyes were wide open, malevolent? He surged forward, and suddenly slapped out his palms, vowing to split Zhou Yang behind the long sword in half!

Zhou Yang did not evade, his long sword turned like a snake in the air, and stabbed at the old monk again, even pointing directly at the old monk's ear!

"Life for life!"

The old monk's eyes narrowed sharply!In order to save his life, he had to withdraw his palms to save his life, and folded his palms together like iron plates to clamp the sword.

Zhou Yang was not afraid at all, he flipped his hands and wrists, and turned the long sword sideways, with the double blades facing the palms of the old monk. He did not retreat and advanced, and struck three times!

The double blades of the long sword viciously rubbed against the old monk's palms and stabbed out, blood spilling into the sky!

"Zhuzi Ganer!" The old monk's face turned red, and he never regained the demeanor of an eminent monk just now.

"Monk! Watch me chop you up like a pig butcher!"

Tuoba Xinyi was surrounded by the protective circle of the Seven Treasures Killing Formation, and kept staring at the sky. His deep and beautiful eyes watched Zhou Yang's fight with the old monk with infatuation, and his mind was shaken.

"Mr. Yang is really a young genius. The power of a sword has injured this esoteric master."

At this moment, Zhou Yang was like a general, with the long sword in his hand hitting Huanglong straight, never retreating an inch!

Under the scorching sun, the sky was cloudless, the old monk suddenly withdrew his palm, his thin body haunted Zhou Yang like a ghost, wanting to fight for his life.

Zhou Yang was not afraid, and hummed softly, the "momentum" of Tai? Chi pierced through the sky!

The ghostly figure of the old monk was like a moth to a flame in his eyes.

Zhou Yang's face was calm, his robes were strong, he shook his long arm, and the snow-poured sword came out, stabbing at the old monk's chest. The old monk sensed the attack of the Wushuang sword's intent, and his figure quickly retreated, but the long sword followed him like a shadow, always pointing at the old monk's chest. His chest!

Let him hide in east and west, dodge left and right, move and leap, the sword is directed in an unbiased manner, never retreating or giving way, pointing directly at his chest!

Vow to destroy it!

Qi was surging like a sea tide, and the sword was flying like light and shadow, and it was nailed into his chest fiercely.

"Plop!" The old monk fell in the air.

Zhou Yang didn't wait for him to react, his hands surged with energy, and took advantage of the situation to catch Qing Xuejian back.

"Pfft!" The old monk spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Zhou Yang in horror:

"You are not a fusion of human and sword, what kind of sword intent is this?"

Zhou Yang pointed at the old monk with a sword, and the killing intent did not diminish. He said calmly: "Is this not the sword intent? I created it myself!"

"I call it 'Position'!"

"Potential!" The fear in the old monk's eyes deepened. He looked at Zhou Yang, as if he was facing a demon king, and his body began to tremble. The bloody hand covering his chest slowly pointed at Zhou Yang:

"You actually created a 'potential'?"

"You actually created a 'potential'?"

"'Position' was really created?"

He asked three times in a row, and every sentence made Zhou Yang a little confused.

"Everything in the world can be created, so why not?"

The old monk took a deep look at him, his eyes were as dark as an abyss, Zhou Yang was terrified, and felt a great fear descending between heaven and earth!

"Come on! Let's go!"

Zhou Yang lifted his long sword and retreated towards Xu Hou, Zhao Fei and Tuoba Xinyi, wanting to take advantage of the situation and flee.

Regardless of his injuries, the old monk sat on the ground, clasped his hands together, and chanted silently.

"Om, Baza, Hey, Om, Baza, Zhanza, Maharuha nah..."

A series of obscure and difficult incantations came out of the old monk's mouth.

In an instant!

In the five directions of the southeast, northwest, and middle of Gaochang City, five figures rose out of thin air, like gods and immortals descending on the world.

"Yunhai, Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva's heart mantra is not to be deluded for no reason, why are you calling us at this time?"

The figure in the east is an old monk with black beard and black eyebrows. If Chu Yeyu were here, he would definitely be able to recognize him as Yunfu.

"Yunhai, how many do you deal with? Junior, you were actually injured?"

The monk in the north shouted loudly like a bell. He was a middle-aged monk with a mighty figure, just like the legendary Vajra Arhat.

The old monk who was stabbed in the chest by Zhou Yang was none other than Master Yunhai of the Esoteric School.

The Western monk's voice sounded like broken cymbals: "Yunhai, what's the big deal?"

Yun Hai turned a deaf ear to everyone's questioning, and recited word by word:

"Brilliant Dao, ten thousand sects return to one, and the magic star does not come out, don't dare to beat it, rise and fall by hand? It's all in one move!"

The sound roared like a magic sound, echoing endlessly throughout Gaochang City.

"Boom boom boom!"

The faces of the five figures in the southeast, northwest, and middle suddenly changed, and the stormy weather swept up the overwhelming wind and sand, covering the entire Gaochang City.

At this moment, the leader of the five tribes of the Xizhou Uighur tribe? The leader of the Bayegu tribe? Baye Guli, the leader of the Pugu tribe? Puguchi, the leader of the Hun tribe? Hun Keran, Si? ?Jie Lanlan, head of the Ge Luolu tribe? Lu Gua, is discussing matters in the mansion of Ge Saman, the head of the Huihe Huchuge tribe, who sits in Gaochang, the capital of Huihe.

The six chiefs came out of the hall together, only to see dark clouds covering Gaochang City, strong winds blowing everywhere, flying sand and rocks, business travelers in the city turned on their backs, and the people ran in panic.

In an instant, the world turned upside down!

"Boom, boom, boom!" Thousands of heavily armored soldiers quickly surrounded the main mansion.

"Shin, blah, blah!" Everyone drew their knives out of their sheaths and drew their bowstrings full, waiting for the orders from the bosses to kill them!

Suddenly, a warm and pleasant voice came from the middle: "Six masters, please be safe and don't be impatient, all step down!" The middle is a young monk with a delicate face, wearing a dark red robe like a real cassock, which makes him whole ? People exude the solemn Zen of treasures?

This sound is like rain and dew, and the first snow in the morning sun. Wherever it goes, the filth and evil will disappear, the energy and wind and sand between the sky and the earth will disappear, and the sky in Gaochang City, which covered the sky and the sun, will instantly return to the clear sky, and the scorching sun will shine brightly.

The head of the six major chapters? Originally, I was terrified, but after hearing the spring breeze of the Buddha's voice and immortal words, my heart was settled.

That voice seems to have infinite charm, making it impossible for the listener to have any thoughts of resistance and disobedience? The six masters all nodded:

"Follow the Master's decree!"

"Withdraw the formation! Withdraw the troops!" Orders were passed down one after another.

"Tat Tat Tat!" The soldiers quickly retreated in an orderly manner.

Zhou Yang was leading Xu Hou, Zhao Fei and Tuoba Xinyi to flee in the chaos.

Now the old monk who was stabbed by his sword is chanting a mantra with his knees crossed and his eyes closed. Opportunity? Here comes!

The four of them took the opportunity to exit the courtyard where the old monk was. They saw a line of armored soldiers retreating rapidly, and the guards and servants in the mansion were all gone. The four of them tiptoed through it, looking for a way out.

A trace of anxiety rose in Zhou Yang's heart.

"Devil Lord? The believers have been waiting for a long time." The voice was like the sound of nature, quietly ringing in Zhou Yang's ears, not in a hurry, clear and gentle, but with an extremely cold indifference.

Just like between heaven and earth, there is nothing worthy of nostalgia for the owner of this voice.

The dark red robe monk with delicate features fell into the air, volleyed cross-legged, and sat in front of Zhou Yang and the others.

Zhou Yang's face was frosty, his pupils constricted, and he pointed his sword at this person: "Who are you? Demon Lord? Who is it?"