Wait a minute, heroine

"Dang~dangdang..."

"From the south to the north, Alang walked to Tianya Mountain, and searched the mountains and seas to no avail. Where is my mother..."

The desolate melody still echoed under the poplar trees, but the tragic farewell and lamentation for the warriors turned into a dull narrative without any interest.

The storyteller held Sanxian in his arms and looked at Bian Yuanlie, who just now looked at death as though he were home. He walked back three times, and inevitably muttered in his heart: The blind old man's blood has been boiling for a long time, and he thought it was so grand...

Ye Jingtang stood there holding the dragon-screaming gun. After Bian Yuanlie walked away, he looked into the depths of the desert.

Li Si and others who escaped at first ran very far and turned back to watch the results of the battle on top of a sand dune. They found that Bian Yuanlie retreated after making two gestures, and immediately rushed down the sand dune and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Ye Jingtang naturally did not go to kill them all. He turned around and walked towards Benben and others who were waiting, ready to continue studying the stone tablet.

Several girls and even the black yamen men saw Bian Yuanlie generously die at first, but then immediately left scratching their heads, obviously a little confused.

The Queen Mother stood beside Dongfang Liren and asked in a low voice:

"What did Ye Jingtang take out just now? Why did the old man leave without saying a word?"

Dongfang Liren didn't know either, but she was just wondering why Ye Jingtang didn't teach her the "One Sound" move just now.

As the leader's wife, Luo Ning guessed what Ye Jingtang took out, her eyes looked a little strange, and she wanted to whisper a few words in Sanniang's ear.

But before the words were spoken, a sound came from behind the sand dunes in the distance, and then Luo Ning's face was shaken!

Step, step...

Bian Yuanlie had just walked under the Poplar euphratica tree. He wanted to pick up the wine bottle and take a sip to calm down his shock, but when he looked up, he saw a monk appearing behind the sand dunes.

The monk looked to be in his fifties. He was wearing a tawny monk's robe and had nine scars on his head. He kept looking at Luo Ning in the distance as he walked. After walking through the Populus euphratica forest, he stopped, then lightly lifted the monk's robe and said to He knelt down to the southeast.

"Zou Quanming!"

In the silent sea of ​​sand, a shrill scolding sound suddenly sounded!

Everyone turned to look, only to see Luo Ning, who had always been cold and calm, his eyes turned blood red due to grief and anger. He was like an enraged leopard. He pulled out the Weeping Water Sword from his waist and flew forward, but was struck by three quick-eyed and quick-handed men. Mom, catch up and hug her:

"Ning'er! You..."

Perhaps for the first time, Luo Ning showed hysteria. She pointed a three-foot green sword at the monk in the distance and said angrily:

"You white-eyed wolf, give back to my parents!..."

The words were laced with overwhelming hatred, which made one's heart palpitate.

When Ye Jingtang saw this scene, his brows naturally wrinkled. He turned around with the dragon-screaming gun and looked at the monk not far away:

"Are you Zou Quanming, the senior brother of Dongling Villa back then?"

The monk who knelt down facing Jiangzhou looked surprisingly calm and just nodded slightly:

"The poor monk named Wu Nian is also the man who caused the death of his mentor, Zou Quanming."

"Qian Ke, is there anything else you want to say?"

Zou Quanming shook his head and said nothing. After all, everyone in Jiangzhou knew about his affairs.

Zou Quanming was born shortly after the founding of the Wei Dynasty. Like most children who experienced national calamity, his parents were poor and struggled to make ends meet. At the age of four or five, he began to follow his mother and scrape fish scales at Dongling Pier to make a living.

At that time, the entire Dongling Wharf was the property of the famous Luo family in Jiangzhou. One time, the owner of the village took a boat back from a banquet and saw him at the wharf. He felt that he was skilled in scraping fish scales and that he was a young martial artist, so he asked him if he would like to Not willing to practice martial arts.

Zou Quanming didn't know what "master and apprentice" meant at the time, but he just watched the knights and knights in the martial arts going back and forth in beautiful clothes every day. He was envious of such days, so he agreed.

Later, Zou Quanming did not let Master Luo lose his sight, and even exceeded Dongling Villa's expectations.

At the age of sixteen, Zou Quanming mastered all the outer martial arts and was promoted to the direct successor, becoming the senior brother of Dongling Villa. Here, he is almost the heir to Dongling Villa.

Master Luo regarded him as his own, and his wife even considered betrothing his daughter to him.

Zou Quanming respected his master and his wife very much, and he was also very polite to his junior sister. He was willing to follow the arrangements step by step, get a wife, have children, and take care of the property, until one day his master would retire behind the scenes, inherit the position of head, and make Dongling Villa famous under his leadership. Shocking the world.

But unfortunately, the owner of Villa Luo knew from the day Zou Quanming stepped into Dongling Villa that his goal was to dominate the world and become the best among people. He didn't care about the love between his children and he might treat his daughter with respect for the rest of his life. , but he will never regard his daughter as his true love from the bottom of his heart. All he wants is dominance in the world.

Master Luo only has one daughter, and it is impossible for her to marry someone who doesn't like her. He has never expressed his position on the marriage.

Later, Luo Ying, who worked as a handyman in the villa when he was young, won the appreciation of the owner of the villa because of his honesty, honesty and hard work. Later, he was attracted by the eldest lady and became an inseparable follower when he went out.

Master Luo knows that Zou Quanming is more talented, but in Zou Quanming's eyes, Dongling Villa is just a place to practice martial arts and climb up; in Luo Ying's eyes, it is his home, and his master and mother are his father and mother, and the eldest lady It was all he longed for but did not dare to dream about. He was raised by the Luo family and changed his surname to Luo since he was a child. He himself was regarded as a wife and passed down the incense to the Luo family.

For this reason, Master Luo finally betrothed his daughter to Luo Ying, allowing Zou Quanming, who was already able to stand alone, to leave the sect and start his own business.

Zou Quanming has stayed at Dongling Villa for nearly twenty years. He thinks that in terms of filial piety and talent and hard work, he is a hundred times better than the handyman Luo Ying. When he was promoted to a high-ranking career, he was persuaded to quit by his master, so he was naturally dissatisfied!

Not only him, but also the fellow disciples of Dongling Villa, and even countless people in Jiangzhou and Jianghu were aggrieved by him. They felt that Luo Ying had climbed to the position of heir to Dongling Villa by relying on his clever words and persuasion.

Zou Quanming felt a lot of unwillingness in his heart, but in the Jianghu, the master's order was the king's law. He could not violate this arrangement, so he could only live in the Jianghu and become a helpless knight. He stayed there for ten years.

Ten years is enough time for any warrior to wash away the luster and smooth the edges, but Zou Quanming didn't. He always remembered Dongling Villa, and he was always angry in his heart. He felt that the master was unfair and Luo Ying took away what should belong to him.

Finally, ten years later, the old owner of Dongling Villa passed away. The old and young people of the Villa iterated, and the new owner became Luo Ying, whom he had never seen once.

Zou Quanming couldn't go back when his master was here, but when his master left, it was a grievance between his peers. He had to find an explanation for what happened back then.

So on the day when the owner succeeded to the throne and Dongling Villa held a hero's banquet, Zou Quanming came to the scene and publicly accused Luo Ying of being unworthy of being the head of Dongling Villa.

With countless heroes present, Luo Ying had to draw his sword no matter what.

The old owner of the village raised Zou Quanming and guessed that Zou Quanming might be dissatisfied. Before leaving, he specially taught Luo Ying three sword skills.

But even so, Zou Quanming still seriously injured Luo Ying that day, venting his ten years of unwillingness and anger on his defeated general.

But after the fight, he found that his fellow apprentices and even people in the martial arts world who had complained about him had changed their eyes on him.

That look was like looking at a madman.

Because of the reputation in the world who was present at that time, he could see that the three swordsmanship skills taught by the old master were all skills of breaking the sword, and Luo Ying did not choose to do that even if he had the opportunity to trade his injuries for death.

The old village owner may have been selfish for his daughter, but he regarded Zou Quanming as his disciple until his death and never thought about taking his life; and even though Luo Ying was kicked off the table in public, she regarded Zou Quanming as her senior brother from the bottom of her heart and never thought about it. A real fight to the death.

But Zou Quanming only regarded Dongling Villa as the source of injustice and hatred, treating it like an enemy.

Soon after, Luo Ying died of serious injuries, and the owner and his wife left in anger. Dongling Villa, which had been passed down for centuries, seemed to have lost its soul and disappeared silently.

Zou Quanming did not dare to stay, and wandered around the world in a daze, as if he had lost his soul, and finally came to Shazhou Thousand Buddha Temple.

Zen Master Shenchen took him in, recognized him as his disciple, and taught him about good and evil and Buddhism. This time he listened.

He understood why his master had let him go out to work in the mountains, what he had done wrong back then, and why Dongling Villa had always regarded him as one of his family members.

But the more I understand, the deeper the sins in my heart become. The master’s family was ruined and everyone was destroyed. If you believe in Buddhism and you can be forgiven with peace of mind, then who will repay the Dongling Villa that has turned into ruins for the brothers and sisters who died with hatred?

Zou Quanming watched Ye Jingtang approaching, raised his neck, and wanted to end this sinful life by paying with blood.

But the people who have been teaching him to let go have not really let go.

Cha~

Cha~

Just when Ye Jingtang was walking toward Zou Quanming with his gun in hand, footsteps sounded again from behind the dune.

Bian Yuanlie and even Dongfang Liren turned around and saw an old monk wearing cassocks and holding a brass Zen staff walking over following the footprints.

Ye Jingtang paused, turned to look at the monk who knew his identity without asking his name, frowned and said:

"Master Shenchen is here to persuade me to put down my butcher knife and forgive the guilty?"

Zen Master Shenchen walked slowly to the side of Zou Quanming who was kneeling on the ground, raised his hands and performed a Buddhist salute:

"Forgiving sinners is the business of the Buddha. You do evil first. If you repent and you can be forgiven, what's the use of having laws and decrees?"

"?"

Ye Jingtang was stunned by these words. After all, what did Shen Chen say?

"Then Master Shenchen is here to give me a lighter sentence?"

"Buddhism is a place to persuade people to do good, not a place of judgment. When Wu Nian came to Qianfo Temple, Lao Na had to persuade him to repent and let him realize that he had done evil. As for whether he should go or stay after repenting, it was up to him Whether he should be killed or released should be determined by the king's law in accordance with the law. It has nothing to do with Buddhism, and the night donor should not bend the law for personal gain."

Night Terror Hall nodded:

"Master Shenchen is indeed an expert."

Monk Shenchen shook his head and sighed softly:

“But Buddhism is Buddhism, and Lao Monk is Lao Monk.

"Lao Na is not an eminent monk, he is just a layman. He accepted him as his disciple and advised him to be good. He listened to his teacher's words, and the teacher naturally spoke for his disciples.

"I feel that he has repented and should live to continue cultivating Buddhism. Lord Ye wants to kill him, but of course I won't agree, so I come here and ask Lord Ye to give him face and let him live."

Monk Shenchen's words were very clear, and Ye Jingtang also understood his purpose - I understand the reason, but let's put aside the reason for now. For my sake, let my apprentice go.

Isn't this outrageous?

When Ye Jingtang saw Monk Shenchen speaking so frankly, he didn't know what to say for a long time. He thought about it and asked:

"If I don't give you face, what will Master Shen Chen do?"

Monk Shenchen performed a Buddhist ritual again:

"Knowing that Lord Ye doesn't listen to the Dharma of forgiving others, Lao Na knows a little bit about punching.

"Wu Nian made a mistake first, so I accepted him as my disciple, so I naturally had to shoulder this debt.

"Donor Ye wants to avenge Donor Luo, so he can take action against the old monk. Being able to kill him is due to nature. Even if Buddha comes, he can't save him. If he can't kill him, he can cut off his arm to make amends to Donor Luo, and the matter will be over. Is that possible?"

Everyone present was obviously stunned when they heard this.

Bian Yuanlie sat down next to the storyteller to watch the play. Hearing this, he couldn't help but say:

"If I can't beat you, why would you break off your arm to make amends?"

Monk Shenchen looked calm:

"My being unreasonable does not mean that I am ignorant of the truth. You have to pay the price for asking people to forgive."

Bian Yuanlie also had nothing to say.

The sand sea also became quiet.

Ye Jingtang only wanted Zou Quanming's life and was not interested in Monk Shen Chen's arms. However, looking at Monk Shen Chen's unreasonable posture, it would be impossible not to take action. He then gently raised his hand and waved it.

When Dongfang Liren and others saw this, they all stepped back; while Luo Ning stared at Zou Quanming with blood-red eyes, and Pei Xiangjun pulled back a little with force.

Monk Shenchen placed his brass Zen staff in the sand with his right hand and turned his rosary beads with his left hand. His eyes were always calm and kind, but his figure was like a mountain crossing the sea of ​​sand, and it seemed that even the night wind could not cross it.

Ye Jingtang's breath also became silent, and the dragon gun in his right hand slid down to the side until it touched the ground, and then slowly circled behind him.

Chachacha~

The tip of the dragon-sounding gun drew a semicircular arc on the sand, and quickly reached the rear, and then:

boom--

The nine-foot spear turned into a half-moon in the air. It ran wildly and wrapped up the endless yellow sand. It suddenly brought up a long yellow dragon that covered the sky and the sun in the sea of ​​dead sand. Even Hua Junchen and others who were more than ten miles away were shocked. Turn back!

With a shot, the sand in front of Ye Jingtang was torn apart in an instant. The howling wind sounded like a dragon's roar. In just a flash, he bumped into the immovable old monk who was no more than ten feet away.

Monk Shen Chen, who was directly in front, did not move at all in the face of the mountain-shattering gunshot. Only when he was about to approach, his cassocks bulged and made a muffled sound.

Boom——

Amid the earth-shattering explosion, a wave of impact visible to the naked eye instantly appeared in the sea of ​​sand, cutting off a layer of sand in front of them. Even the Hei Yamen policeman in the distance fell to the ground under the force of the impact.

The originally unstoppable Huanglong was torn apart by the shock, as if it had hit a sea-fixing needle head-on. It turned into two torrents and rushed up the dunes behind it, creating two huge gaps on the left and right of the dunes.

And between the gaps is a fan-shaped area that has not been affected by Qi Jin. Zou Quanming, who is kneeling a few steps behind Monk Shenchen, does not even have his robes moved!

Bian Yuanlie had been fighting with Monk Shen Chen all his life, but he still gasped when he saw such a terrifying scene.

But before he could finish taking a breath, shock appeared in his eyes!

The dust that covered the sky and the sun had just torn the ground apart, and the Night Terror Hall was already coming one after another. Their figures seemed to flash to the side of Monk Shen Chen. The tip of the black spear broke through Monk Shen Chen's right side and pointed at the center of Zou Quanming's eyebrows!

This shot was so fast that even Bian Yuanlie, who was the most skilled in martial arts among all people, could only see clearly when the tip of the gun passed Monk Shenchen's side.

But such a shocking shot came to an abrupt end right in front of Zou Quanming's eyebrows!

Monk Shenchen held the Zen staff with his right hand, and he let go at some point. He grabbed the gun barrel, held the rosary beads in his left hand, pushed it forward, and let out a deafening roar:

"upbraid--"

Bang——

The energy in the sea of ​​sand vibrated, and another impact ring cut off another layer of sand.

Ye Jingtang's spear was forced to stop in the air, and his right hand immediately rushed forward to confront Monk Shenchen.

As a result, the moment the two palms met, the palm energy transmitted to the hands was like a Tathagata destroying the world. It was so powerful that it was unimaginable. The energy instantly blasted a fan-shaped depression into the ground behind him.

Boom——

Amidst the explosion, a straight black arrow shot out from among everyone, piercing a hole in the sand and smashing two sand ridges one after another before turning over in the air and landing, leaving a line of dozens of feet long on the ground. groove.

Wow…

When they saw the person who landed clearly, everyone in the black office looked incredulous. Even the hysterical Luo Ning calmed down instantly and turned to look at the Night Terror Hall.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Shenchen did not move at all, raised his hand and performed a Buddhist salute:

"Donor Night, can you let it go?"

"..."

Tens of feet away, Ye Jingtang landed on the sand dune with a gun in one hand, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes:

"Have you seen the stone tablet in the underground palace?"

Monk Shenchen nodded calmly:

"Lao Na was just a gangster when he was young. He was brave, fierce and had a naughty personality. Although he was enlightened by the eminent monk, he could not let go of his false reputation as 'the best in the world'.

"The eminent monk knew that if I was allowed to wander around the world, I would do great evil in the world, so he took me to Thousand Buddhas Temple, looked at the stone in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, and warned me:

"If you can see through this stone, you can become an immortal who has jumped out of the three realms like Wu Taizu and the First Emperor; if you put down this stone and lose your obsession in your heart, you can also become a supreme Buddha.

"The eminent monk has great wisdom and saw through the old man's character. He used that stone tablet to put shackles on the old man.

"I can't put down the stone, but the stone tablet is incomplete and I can't see through it either.

"I was afraid that I would not be able to become an immortal and lose the opportunity to become a Buddha, so I could only abide by the rules and precepts and become a monk at Thousand Buddhas Temple for sixty years.

"Speaking of which, there is no difference between the experiences of Lao Na and Benefactor Bian. They were both forced to live in peace and contentment for their entire lives."

Bian Yuanlie's eyes were full of shock, but when he heard this, his face suddenly sank, and then he cursed:

"You are such a bald donkey, you still know that you are being forced? Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. The eminent monk has great wisdom and makes you willing to become a monk. I am willing?"

Monk Shenchen looked at Bian Yuanlie and said calmly:

"So, I am not an eminent monk. If Almsgiver Bian can live to this day without committing any evil deeds in fifty years, and still see that his state of mind is detached in his old age, I have not insulted the teachings of eminent monks."

Bian Yuanlie opened his mouth, but he really couldn't refute. After all, if Monk Shenchen didn't lock him up, he would have killed many people, and there was a high probability that he would not live to be forty years old.

Night Terror Hall did not listen to these nonsense, but secretly judged the current situation.

The current situation can be said to be quite clear - Monk Shenchen himself is a true return to his original nature, and his skills are as profound as Zhongsun Jin. With the addition of the stone tablet in the underground palace, it is equivalent to the ancient version of the Six Singing Dragon Pictures. for nearly sixty years.

Eunuch Cao's talent and understanding are only at the level of a top-notch grandmaster. He has practiced four pictures for a dozen years and has dared to stop the martial arts master. Monk Shenchen's exaggerated background is enough to suffocate the entire north and south.

But if there is no fight, then Ning'er's blood feud will have to be settled once and for all. If Monk Shen Chen really breaks off his arm to apologize when he wins the fight, even if he overtakes him in the future, he will not be able to come to ask for an explanation.

After a moment of silence, Ye Jingtang lightly shook the tip of his gun and walked forward slowly:

"I really didn't realize that Master Shenchen has hidden so much. With such a background, why don't you go to Fengguan City to pay a visit?"

Monk Shenchen sighed softly:

"I went there secretly, but I didn't win."

"...?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, but they were not surprised by the words. After all, it was a matter of course for the Jianghu people that a true immortal could not defeat Fengguan City.

Dongfang Liren came forward when he saw the night terror hall, his eyes were a little hesitant, and he said:

"Night Terror Hall!"

Ye Jingtang raised his hand slightly, indicating that there was no need to worry, and walked slowly to the opposite side of Monk Shenchen:

"If you practice six Singing Dragon Pictures, it will be really difficult for me to deal with it, but the stone tablet left by the First Emperor is too ancient and not as impeccable as Wu Taizu's Singing Dragon Picture.

"Just now I looked at the veins of the stone tablet. The six acupuncture points of Shenzang, Qihai, Guanyuan, Shendao, Zhiyang, and Zhongxin are the life gates of the martial arts. As long as you hit one of them, your indestructible golden body should be There’s a loophole.”

Hearing this, Monk Shenchen's eyes flashed with surprise:

"Donor Ye's understanding is truly unprecedented. He figured out the secret of the stone tablet so quickly."

Ye Jingtang didn't say any more, he stuck the spear on the ground, raised his left hand slightly, observed the aura of Monk Shenchen, and then:

Choking——

As everyone watched with bated breath, a bright sword light burst out from the sea of ​​sand again!

Ye Jingtang just took a step forward, his eyes were instantly filled with blood, and his body turned into black thunder. In the blink of an eye, he reached in front of Monk Shenchen and stabbed the sea of ​​​​Qi with a knife in his arms.

As he expected, Monk Shenchen did not stand still this time. He immediately slid sideways and grabbed the Chilong Saber.

But the moment Ye Jingtang got close, he did not choose to strike with a single sword. The moment Monk Shen Chen moved away, his right hand had already popped out from cover, and he volleyed his sword finger directly into the Shenzang acupoint!

Bang——

Before the sword finger could reach his body, the fingertips burst out with force, punching a finger-thick hole through the flying sand and dust, reaching the front of the cassock in an instant.

Monk Shenchen reacted very quickly. He immediately tapped his toes and leapt back like lightning. At the same time, he swept his Zen staff towards Ye Jingtang to prevent him from killing Zou Quanming.

But Ye Jingtang knew that he couldn't catch it head-on, and had no intention of catching it. With the ultra-high maneuverability of the light knife, the sword pointed out and already sidestepped, almost following Monk Shenchen, holding the knife in his left hand and stabbing continuously. , the sword fingers of his right hand simultaneously pressed toward three key points in front of him.

Whisper, rustle, rustle...

In an instant, the wind roared loudly in the sand sea, and dozens of pits appeared in the sand.

The two figures moved in the sea of ​​sand like two whirlwinds sweeping through the desert, flying sand and rocks along the way, but they never separated even half an inch from each other.

Monk Shenchen's expression never changed at all, and his parries were smooth and smooth. He connected with dozens of moves in the Night Terror Hall, but his cassock was still not touched.

And Ye Jingtang violently accelerated the attack in an almost self-inflicted manner, and did not give Monk Shenchen a chance to display his terrifying power.

The situation between the two sides seems to be tense, but a discerning person can see that the situation in Night Terror Hall is not in an advantageous position.

After all, using the desperate trick of Fengchi Blood Reverse as a small trick is terrifying in terms of physical burden and consumption. Even Ye Jingtang's body cannot last long; while Monk Shenchen is completely No harm, this kind of fighting style of avoiding each other's killing moves can probably last a whole day in the Nightmare.

Bian Yuanlie could barely see the details of the fight between the two, and he had already stood up. Seeing that Ye Jingtang's tactics were too aggressive but not beneficial, he wished he could go up and help Ye Jingtang deal with this thief.

But before Bian Yuanlie could decide whether to intervene in the one-on-one duel between the two, he suddenly noticed something was wrong from the corner of his eye and turned around quickly to yell:

"Don't……"

Just when everyone was watching the battle nervously, Zou Quanming, who was kneeling on the ground with a southeast face, suddenly stood up, flew up, and rushed directly towards Luo Ning in the distance.

Pei Xiangjun held Luo Ning in his arms, and his eyes were focused on the two afterimages that were like wind and clouds. Hearing something wrong, the Overlord Spear in his hand had been raised, and it was piercing the figure coming from the side through the wind.

puff!

There was a muffled sound of metal entering the flesh!

Luo Ning looked back and saw that the tip of the spear, which was more than a foot long, passed through the monk's robe without any hindrance, spilling a line of blood on the sand.

Thump~

Zou Quanming landed on the ground half a foot away. The spear was poured from his chest and his back was exposed. His face turned red, but his expression did not show any pain. He looked at Luo Ning, who had met once before, and felt a lump in his throat. Xue Mo said:

"There is a blood feud, and I will pay for it with my own blood. Under the Nine Springs, I will personally go and apologize to my master, my brothers, and my sisters."

After saying this, Zou Quanming knelt down on the ground, clasped his hands together, and performed a Buddhist salute.

"you……"

Luo Ning held the Weeping Water Sword, gritted her teeth and stared at the monk kneeling in front of her, her whole body trembling slightly.

Cha~

Pulling out the spear, Zou Quanming lowered his hands, and the blood instantly dyed the monk's robe red.

Pei Xiangjun turned pale, pulled Luo Ning back a few steps, and looked into the distance in a blink of an eye.

The earth-shattering battle in the distance had stopped at this time.

Ye Jingtang held the knife in one hand and did not look back. His eyes were fixed on the monk Shen Chen in front of him.

But the face of the monk Shenchen, who was wearing cassocks, no longer looked as kind and humble as it had always been. It became visibly darker, showing anger and coldness.

Bian Yuanlie had been dealing with Monk Shenchen for fifty years, but he knew that Bald Donkey was very petty. He put down his body and was negotiating with the Night Terror Hall when his apprentice was suddenly slaughtered. If he could bear this, he was not worthy of being called Shenchen Bald Donkey.

This was the first time Bian Yuanlie saw such an expression on the bald donkey's face. He thought something was wrong in his heart and quickly scolded:

"Shenchen! You have devoted yourself to cultivating Buddhism for sixty years, but don't leave it for one day..."

Boom——

Before he finished speaking, the sand dune where the two were facing each other exploded, causing a circular dust wave to appear in the sand sea for miles around!

Monk Shenchen, King Kong, glared angrily, holding a brass Zen staff in both hands, and smashed a huge crater in the sea of ​​sand. Before his energy dissipated, he flew up again and hit the Night Terror Hall with his Zen staff.

Ye Jingtang's expression suddenly changed, he flew back and pulled away to avoid the first heavy blow, but he was shocked to find that Monk Shenchen was almost crazy. With all his strength, the top of his head turned red, and the brass Zen staff, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, seemed to have no weight in his hand. She followed his pace abruptly, and without any explanation, she hit her on the forehead.

clang--

Amidst the deafening explosion, Ye Jingtang raised the Chilong Saber and cut into the top of the Zen staff more than half way. However, it failed to resolve the terrifying force that was enough to subdue the python dragon. The figure shot out instantly and hit several people in the sea of ​​sand. Water drifts.

Bian Yuanlie flew forward and tried to stop the fight. Unfortunately, before he could take action, he was slapped away by Monk Shenchen's robe with one sleeve. At the same time, he pressed forward again and hit Ye Jingtang with the force of a tiger's leap:

"upbraid--!"

Boom——

The entire sand sea seemed to be bombarded by meteorites. Dongfang Liren and others who were farther away felt that the sand sea had turned into fluid in the violent vibrations, and it was sinking rapidly even if they stood still.

Ye Jingtang, who was at the center of the storm, found it difficult to distance himself. His heart trembled. Before he even landed, he raised his right hand in the air and let out a loud shout:

"drink!"

call out--

The next moment, there was an inexplicable cross wind in the sea of ​​sand!

Amidst the shrill sound of the sword, a golden sword light sprang out from Dongfang Liren's waist, piercing through the endless flying sand with the force of thunder. The sword tip moved forward halfway, pointing directly at the side of Monk Shenchen's face.

Bian Yuanlie, who had just flown out, saw this scene, and his eyes suddenly filled with confusion, but before he had time to think, he was shocked by the next scene!

call out--

In the blink of an eye, the golden sword light came close to the two men fighting each other. Ye Jingtang's eyes were blood red, and he pushed the sword towards Monk Shenchen with all his strength with his right hand.

But when he raised his eyes, he saw Monk Shenchen letting go of the brass Zen staff, raising his left hand as if holding the moon in one hand, and immediately exploded with energy in front of him, and let out a shocking thunder:

boom--

Then the Emperor's Sword, which was as fast as thunder, suddenly stopped just a few feet away from the palm of his hand. The sword vibrated and buzzed violently. It could not have been even half an inch closer!

? !

Ye Jingtang's eyes were slightly shaken when he saw this scene, and he felt unbelievable in his heart.

The arrogance that had been suppressed for sixty years also appeared on Monk Shenchen's face, and his eyes were like bells as he said angrily:

"I have been thinking hard about the stone tablet for sixty years. Do you think you can get a glimpse of the great avenue of heaven and earth and then you can go wild on me? Damn it!"

Buzz buzz~

The golden sword vibrated violently between the two people, then flipped in the air, pointing at the Night Terror Hall, approaching inch by inch!

When dozens of people around saw this scene, they were so shocked that they didn't know how to get close even if they wanted to intervene.

Monk Shenchen has been practicing for sixty years, and his body can obviously withstand this power that a mortal should not have.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Jingtang's entire body turned red. Although Black Lotus had tempered his body thousands of times and could barely hold on, compared to the sun-drenched monk Shen Chen, he was still like a candle in the wind.

Seeing the golden sword approaching Ye Jingtang inch by inch, there was a coldness in Ye Jingtang's eyes. He released the sword in his left hand and then lightly hooked his five fingers:

"Who told you that I only scratched the surface?!"

Swish, swish, swish...

Before he finished speaking, there were several rapid wind blasts coming from the nearby Populus euphratica forest!

Bian Yuanlie landed on the ground and was watching with shock in his eyes, but he found that the cold wind was blowing against him, and the more than ten weapons stuck on the ground turned into sharp arrows as if they were thrown by a strong man, and shot towards the whole body of Monk Shenchen, whose cassock was flying. throughout!

At this scene, not only Bian Yuanlie and the crowd of spectators, but also the imposing monk Shen Chen suddenly calmed down a bit. The monk's robes held a dozen weapons with high drums and stopped outside his body, and he let out a muffled groan in his heart. .

Ye Jingtang coughed up a mouthful of blood, but the fervor in his eyes only increased. Taking advantage of Monk Shenchen's distraction, he instantly pressed forward and placed a palm on Monk Shenchen's chest.

This palm made no sound, let alone any energy, but more than a dozen weapons fell from the air and were stuck in the sand.

Monk Shen Chen's expression changed instantly, and he could see bulging veins. He wanted to raise his hand and strike out with his palm, but found that the blood and energy in his body were flowing backwards, so he coughed first:

"cough--"

When Ye Jingtang touched Bing Tuo Tuo, he discovered that the 'Moving Mountain Picture' could guide the 'qi' in the opponent's body. Since it can guide, it can naturally interfere!

At this time, Ye Jingtang put his palm against the chest of Monk Shen Chen, feeling the surging energy everywhere, and couldn't help but stir it up.

And even the half-immortal body tempered by the Minglongtu is useless under this dimensionality reduction attack. When the energy and blood are flowing freely or even flowing backwards, not to mention the moves, there are even problems with normal actions.

Monk Shenchen's eyes clearly showed shock. When he realized something was wrong, his robes moved violently, creating a whirlwind around him. Blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, and he shouted angrily:

"open!"

Boom——

Amidst the thunderous explosions on the dry land, Monk Shenchen's cassock was torn apart. The ground beneath their feet was also blasted away, and a circular wave of sand rushed out around them.

Ye Jingtang was immediately shaken away by the impact that made no distinction between friend and foe, but while he was in mid-air, he had already pulled back the Emperor's Sword and stabbed Monk Shen Chen in the chest again.

Phew~

Although Monk Shenchen moved in time, the indestructible golden blade still stabbed a bloody hole in his side due to the disorder of Qi and blood that affected his movements!

Whistle rustle~

The sound of swords in the sea of ​​sand continued, and the golden blade was like a flying shuttle, flying quickly around Monk Shenchen.

The strong winds between the sand sea and the surrounding sand were shaking, and the people around them could no longer see clearly or understand the current situation.

Ye Jingtang used all his strength to get close to him. As long as he touched Monk Shenchen, his energy and blood would be disturbed. In a life-and-death fight, he felt like two against one. However, Qian Qian himself was also destroyed by this offensive regardless of the cost. Full of holes.

But just when the two of them were holding on to see who could not withstand it and fell first, a sudden voice suddenly sounded from the sea of ​​sand:

"stop."

The sound was extremely loud, passing through the earth-shattering noise and reaching everyone's ears.

Ye Jingtang was trying his best to hold on, but when he discovered that there were still masters, he immediately flew back with his sword and landed near Dongfang Liren and others, looking back in the blink of an eye.

Monk Shen Chen stood there, his cassock already stained with blood, and was educated by the chaotic magic of Night Terror Hall. At this time, the crazy demon's expression became calmer, and he looked into the depths of the sand sea in a blink of an eye.

Swish, swish, swish~

As the strong force of the weather suddenly stopped, grains of sand fell from the sky like raindrops.

Dozens of people were watching with dumbfounded expressions. They didn't even understand what was going on. When they heard the sound, they turned to look at the source of the sound.

The place where the sound came from was a sand dune far away from everyone. A figure could be seen flying past at an astonishing speed. When he got closer, he could see that the person was wearing a scholar's robe, and his face was as white as jade. Being elegant, he turned out to be Jiang Zahu, the leader of the Hongshan Gang.

The Hongshan Gang borders Qianfo Temple. The day before yesterday, Jiang Zahu learned from the entrance of Wangheya Hall that Ye Jingtang had arrived and was running to Shazhou. He was worried that this living king of hell would die wherever he went. Coming to kill Monk Shenchen, he quickly ran to Qianfo Temple and found that Monk Shenchen was not there. Along the way, he followed and inquired about the whereabouts of Ye Jingtang and others.

As a result, before they could catch up to Crescent Bay, earth-shattering news came over.

At this time, Jiang Zahu came flying from a distance and found that the entire sea of ​​sand had been plowed. Monk Shenchen was covered in stains for the first time in his life, and Ye Jingtang also had blood on the corner of his mouth and it was obvious that his internal organs were seriously injured. He was anxious to think Scolding mother, after landing, she stood directly between the two of them and said angrily:

"What are you two fighting for? Do you have water on your head? Let one of you die and the other injured, and let Lu Taiqing deal with Beiliang alone? Don't you know about the war in the West Sea now?"

Bian Yuanlie had not yet recovered from the shock. He rolled up from the ground and asked the storyteller who was also stunned:

"Which onion is this?"

"It should be the boxing leader Jiang Zahu."

…

Ye Jingtang stood there panting like an ox. When he saw Jiang Zahu running out to start a fight, he calmed down a little. Thinking about it, he felt that it was really inappropriate to fight for his life.

After all, Ning'er's enemy was dead, and Monk Shenchen had no grudge against him. He was still the second sage of the Wei Dynasty. He tried his best to kill Bu Ze Zhan Reason, causing one death and one injury to himself and two generals, Master Xiang Han. If Beiyunbian took advantage of the situation, Lu Taiqing might become angry and vomit blood.

"call……"

After Ye Jingtang gasped several times, he wiped the sweat from his face and turned to look at Monk Shenchen:

"It took sixty years to realize such a thing, but you can't beat me; Zou Quanming died to apologize. Revenge of the Luo family is a matter of course, and you shouldn't stop it. Now it's enough to beat me. If you continue to be unreasonable, don't Blame me for not caring about the overall situation."

Before the fight with Monk Shenchen, he obviously didn't expect that Ye Jingtang's understanding was so exaggerated. If he couldn't fight with his physical strength, he would just rely on his attainments. All kinds of messy magical skills could come out. Now after the fight, he found that the opponent was far beyond expectations. Strong, actually both of them calmed down.

Monk Shenchen pulled out his Zen staff, turned around and left:

"Since there is no hope of becoming an immortal, we can only become a Buddha. I forgive you, and this matter is over. I hope that the night donor will commit less murderous crimes in the future and create a peaceful and prosperous age for the people."

Ye Jingtang felt that this crazy monk was just being petty, so he didn't care about it. He raised his hand and cupped it...

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