Nightfall

The situation is extremely tense. It only depends on Ning Que's 9-story Buddha's mantra that broke the treasure tree first, or the bronze bell in the hands of the master tree killed Sang Sang first. At this moment, the court is qualified to influence the situation. There must be only a strong man who knows the realm of life. Qu Ni Madi wants to pick up her broken rod and smash Ning Que and Sang Sang into a puree, but she knows that she has no way at all, so she looks at Cheng Ziqing anxiously.

The sword pavilion Cheng Ziqing sat in the threshold of the Buddhist temple with his sword across his knees. In a short period of time, he thought about many things. However, no matter what he found helplessly, regardless of the relationship between the sword pavilion and the academy, Tang and Nan Jin Disputes, these rights and interests must be meaningful in the presence of the world. As a practitioner, the first thing he must do now is to prevent the world from being destroyed.

So before Qu Ni Madi's anxious gaze had fallen on him, he had already shot, and his left hand squeezed a sword tactic on his side, and a sharp sword came out sharply from the knee across the sword.

The swordsmanship of the sword pavilion in the Southern Jin Dynasty is very different from the ordinary sword control techniques in the world. Most of the time, the sword master will hold the sword handle tightly, and pay attention to the movement of the sword, so when the sword is flying, Cheng Zi When Qing's knees flew up, his body also rose, and with his right hand, he grasped the hilt and went away with the sword!

This fluttering trend is extremely rapid, and it is so fierce and unstoppable, making Cheng Ziqing's body seem to become a real sword, bouncing from the sheath, and stabbing rather than back!

Cheng Ziqing is the second strongest swordsman in the patriarchal realm, second only to the sword sage Liu Bai. When this situation is in danger, he does not have to do anything. One move is bound to be the strongest means, the sword is bleak!

In the face of the sword of the strong swordsman, Ning Que can survive even if he is tough even after being enchanted. If Sang Sang is stabbed, he may die on the spot.

However, Cheng Ziqing's sword did not sting Sang Sang.

His sword didn't penetrate Sang's thin body and penetrated Ning Que's back.

Because his sword stabbed a hard stone.

Cheng Ziqing's face remained unchanged, and the sword continued to move forward, breaking the evil stone directly.

However, another stone appeared before the tip of his sword.

Cheng Ziqing's expression was slightly stern, the sword revived again, and the breath of heaven and earth sputtered thinly from the sword. In a very short space, Lian Zhen countless times turned into a phantom of the Tao and wanted to avoid this stone.

But he couldn't avoid it.

In the secluded Buddhist temple, in the space between Cheng Ziqing and Ning Que's back, countless stones appeared. The stones were of different shapes, each with edges and corners, dense and dense, full of mountains and fields, and filled the whole world.

No matter how fierce the sword might be, facing the stones that fill the world, it is still rugged.

At that time, Mr. Ke's Haoran sword was able to cut through the stones that blocked the world.

Although Cheng Ziqing's swordsmanship is amazing, he still cannot reach this level.

In an instant, he felt that his mouth was also filled with a lot of stones, and then he didn't have a lot of stones in his throat, chest and abdomen. Those stones had a slight tingling taste, a cool touch, and had The stiff feeling, more to his pain, is that these stones have sharp edges and corners, constantly cutting his consciousness.

Cheng Ziqing only felt a tingle of palpitations in his chest, Qing Xiao slammed, flew back, and the steel sword in his hand chopped 128 sword winds in front of him, and finally cut off the evil stones that surrounded him, and left. Evil makes people feel desolate and desperate in the world of rocks, breathing fresh air again.

Cheng Ziqing turned his head to look at the silent bookworm Mo Shanshan in the corner, his face pale, shocked and speechless.

The sword in his hand has been scored with countless scratches, and it has been severely damaged. It seems that in the previous moment, it has found a violent collision with hundreds of thousands of hard stones.

Mo Shanshan shot at the same time when Cheng Ziqing was up with the sword and punctured Ning Que's back.

The bookworm threw a ball of paper from his sleeve and onto the ground in front of the futon.

Xie is a piece of rune paper, which she squeezed into a shape like a small gravel.

That piece of rune was the rune she realized in the rock piles at the bottom of Daming Lake. It was with this realization that she entered the realm of destiny this spring and became the youngest rune master in history. one.

Because of this origin, Mo Shanshan also named his own rune: block barrier.

In the battle, the most taboo is to look forward and back, the battle intentions are uncertain. This is the course of the journey of the wilderness, if Ning lacked teaching Moshan Mountain, he certainly would not make such a mistake, so he knows to be happy, and Cheng Ziqing fights. With a sword thrusting into his back, he still didn't stop attacking Master Baoshu.

There is a way to solve the sword of the strong swordsman. For example, the **** umbrella can at least get some time.

However, the bronze bell in Master Bao's hand is still ringing, and Sang Sang in his body is still vomiting blood. He has no way to get the bronze bell. He has no time, so he must knock down the treasure tree.

The nine-story Buddhism mantra of Master Baoshu was cut by his Park knife into six layers. However, as the bronze bell rang and the Buddha's nature regained, the nine-story Buddhism mantra breath re-condensed in an instant. .

Ning Que's expression was indifferent, he didn't seem to care, and there was no disappointment. The right hand Pu Dao blade didn't touch the ground, and he lowered his knees. He clenched his left fist and smashed it into Master Baoshu's body!

In the fight of ordinary people, fist often means the last method, the most primitive method, and may also be the strongest method, but in the battle of the practitioners, whether it is fist or foot, as long as it is a part of the human body , Must be the weakest and even ridiculous means.

Ning Que ’s fists are not laughable, because this is his first time to reveal his own magic sect, and more importantly, his fists contain extremely powerful noble gas.

A loud noise.

The nine layers of body protection on Master Baoshu's body were actually smashed by Ning Que with a punch!

Master Baoshu looked at his fist that was getting closer and closer, and his face was shocked. Two fingers sandwiched a copper bell, and he greeted him.

Ning Que's fist slammed **** the copper bell.

Inherited from the unprecedented master Uncle Ke's awe-inspiring spirit, he finally met the sacred relics left by the Buddha.

Another loud noise!

Master Baoshu's face was pale, and there were two red bloods at the corners of his lips. The brass bells between his fingers were ringing, and he kept swinging, like a small bell under the eaves in the storm, and he might fall.

But after all, it did not fall.

Ning Que's fist is about to end, but no one thought that his continuous fighting action was as fast as lightning. The right hand holding Piao Dao had just landed on the ground, and he turned up again, and tilted up from the bottom up. .

A loud sound.

Master Baoshu screamed and fell to the ground.

His right arm detached from his body and flew with blood to the top of the temple!

On the cut arm, the brass bell was still tightly held.

Ning Que's expression remained indifferent, reaching for the broken hand of Bao Shu and preparing to take off the bronze bell.

Since the bronze bell is Sang Sang's nemesis, if it can't be destroyed, the evil must of course be in his own hands.

However, when his finger just touched the copper bell, he suddenly felt an extremely majestic Buddha nature, and he straightened his elbow and bent from his finger, striking his heart!

The unbearable pain came from the fingers, especially the Buddha's nature was too horrible. Rather than groaning, he understood that the sacred object left by the Buddha was really not something that Sang Sang and his own protector could touch.

He let go of his fingers and let the copper bell fall to his feet.

Then he drew out the second iron arrow, turned his bow, and shot at Cheng Ziqing, who had flew back to the hall door.

At this time, Cheng Ziqing had just tried his best to get out of Mo Shanshan's block barrier. He was looking at the bookworm in shock and speechless. He didn't expect that he would face a more terrible attack at once.

Everyone could not have imagined that Ning Que had just taken the extremely risky victory over Master Baoshu, cut off one arm of the master, and after winning a great victory, he launched an attack on the Jiangge strongman without stopping!

In the entire Buddha Temple, only Sansang behind him and the mountains in the corner can think of this.

This is Ning Que's fighting style. Once he starts fighting, he must knock down all the opponents who can threaten himself, and confirm that the other party is dead or has no strength to fight back.

Cheng Ziqing is a powerful practitioner of the Fate Realm. He can pose a strong threat to Ning Que. Since Mo Shanshan's shot made him a little restless, how could Ning Que miss this opportunity?

The dark iron arrow disappeared from the bowstring and disappeared. With a white turbulence flowing into the shadow, Xu Zi came to Cheng Ziqing!

Just like Master Baoshu, Cheng Ziqing could n’t resist Yuan Thirteen Arrows that had exceeded the time limit, but Cheng Ziqing could n’t do it, but after all, he was a strong sword pavilion. Being alert, watching Ning Que turn around and bow, he did not hesitate to respond in advance.

With a violent Qing Xiao, Cheng Ziqing's severely damaged sword suddenly burst out!

At the critical moment when his life was greatly threatened, this powerful sword pavilion ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ forced his life-bearing sword to forcibly disperse in exchange for a sword light like a heavy rain curtain!

The iron arrow appeared in the heavy rain of light.

Countless sounds of extremely fine impact sounded. I don't know how many pieces of cracked swords flew and flew into the beams and doors and windows of the Buddha's palace, making a deafening sound.

Cheng Ziqing miserably flew obliquely and crashed heavily on a statue of Shizun.

With a snort, Tiejian was in the blue stone floor in front of him.

Iron Arrow did not know how deep it went deep into the ground, and it has long disappeared, leaving only a black and black hole. Because of the intense friction between the arrow body and Bluestone, the edge of the arrow hole was covered with a trace of blue smoke.

Looking at him, Cheng Ziqing finally showed a frightened expression on his face, spitting out blood.

((I slept early yesterday, but I did n’t expect to wake up from more than ten o’clock in the night until I wake up to more than four o’clock in the afternoon. I slept for a record of nineteen hours. The whole body was sore and confused. Those who did n’t say anything in the past few days have all been replenished. Some of the little and lazy under the leather robe are ready to sink into the dust. Turning on the computer and looking at the monthly ticket list, the spirit is a hundred times, three chapters today! Monthly pass!)