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Lu Zhengkang looked at Ning Baiyi. Although she was grasped by the hands of all the relatives, her life was not in danger for the time being. Seeing her with solemn eyes, he seemed to be looking for a way to get out.

Daoist Kunqing Feijian returned without success, suddenly making his face a little unhappy.

He raised the token again and shouted: "Those who are facing the battle will move forward in array!" This is the Liujia secret wish, a nine-character mantra.

After reciting a curse, Kun Qing's body became more vigorous, and the flying sword shuttled around like a dragon.

The Taoist priest put away the token, raised his hand to hold the long sword, and stood upright in front of him, with a solemn and solemn manner, like a divine help.

"Eat my sword!"

Flying up, piercing the sword in the sky, pointed directly at the eyebrows, as bright as Mount Tai, pressing like a waterfall in nine days.

Extremely Tier 4, Taibao Jiuhua Sword!

The sword is light and fluttering, but the dust along the way is cut apart.

This sword is definitely not so easy to resist, and the immobile beings who have been hit by the Mu Gong curse are just powerless!

Kun Qing was immersed in sword power both physically and mentally. He felt that his martial arts had reached a new realm. The unity of man and sword was amazing!

However, he saw that all people were living together, showing a hideous smile.

The curse power collapsed.

boom!

Punch!

A punch like a siege hammer!

A punch like lightning!

Before the Taoist priest could change his skills, he was directly knocked into the air and fell into the temple with a muffled sound.

Lu Zhengkang remained indifferent, standing still rubbing the epiphany in his hands.

However, all the celestial beings were unwilling to let him go, "There is also a little bald donkey! Hehe!" He had the intention of culling, but looking at Lu Zhengkang's indifferent face, his heart stopped for a moment for some reason.

The eyes of all living beings became hesitant and jealous, muttering, "I will eat that Taoist priest first, and then I will eat you!"

At this moment, a bright sword light flew outside the temple, and it suddenly seemed as if a meteor struck the sky.

"Goblin, kill!"

The sword light burst, like a school of fish scattered, every sword light has life, they walk through and move, form a formation, and besieged.

The expressions of all the living creatures changed, and they waved their palms vigorously, but they were all avoided lightly by the sword light.

Thousands of tens of thousands of sword auras pierced into the bodies of all living creatures without fail, and the tough skin was cracked and worn away by the violent sand.

Continuous regeneration and continuous cutting are comparable to Lingchi.

The living beings were bathed in the sword rain and roared with pain and joy.

"Finally, there is a worthy opponent!"

Before the words fell, a faint cold light flickered for a moment, and the demon's rock-like palm broke off at the wrist.

"Aw--!"

The palm of his hand fell, and Ning Baiyi jumped out.

Mo Yun's tall and straight figure appeared behind the demon, white clothes and white sword, colder than Xue.

Chapter 124 Blood Maple, Xiangshu, Fuyu Sword

Ning Baiyi was undecided, and hurriedly jumped out of the ring.

Quan Suhuan stood outside the door and looked inward, staring blankly at the faces of all living beings.

It still looks vaguely in memory.

Immediately she frowned in disgust, and cursed: "Sangmen star! Even death is uneasy!"

Mo Yun shook his long sword and jumped up suddenly. In the next second, a heavy fist hit the ground, and the good bluestone slab broke and burst.

The creatures let out a dull cry, and the blood flow of the broken left wrist ceased. He picked up the broken palm and pressed the wound. The grimace gathered, trying to join the muscles and bones, but a sharp sword intent entangled the wound, making it unable to heal.

"Good swordsmanship! Get into the room with no thickness, Pao Ding Jie Niu, but so!"

This sentence, spoken from a wealthy son who has not studied martial arts at all, seems to be very contradictory. Quan Hongming after the mutation, or the living together, is not just a pure physical mutation. He has another personality and personality in his body. soul!

Mo Yun walked to Lu Zhengkang and stared at the little monk, his eyes cold and calm.

"Wonderful opportunity, let me tell you, I didn't take the path you chose for me."

Lu Zhengkang nodded and smiled peacefully, "You are very good. Don't worry, go to the fight and leave the rest to me."

Mo Yun waved his sleeves freely, holding the sword against a sharp nail behind him.

It’s hard to believe that the colossal body of Zhang Xu can attack so silently, but the truth is that, as time goes by, this monster is still getting stronger, and its whole body has begun to be covered with a protective body of innocence. Breeding inner anger!

Mo Yun walked around like a dragon, swinging his sword at all beings from a distance. The invisible sword energy didn't show its traces until it hit the all beings.

The demon chased after him, but every time he jumped a little distance, he was hit by the foot of the sword aura, stumbling and stumbling.

Repeated this way, it's like walking a monkey.

The anger of all living beings became more and more high, and the grimace on the surface of the body bloomed with blood, and as it moved, the scarlet silk thread was stretched out. Soon all living things were like a red gorilla, or a group of red ghosts, erratic. Moving forward, Mo Yun's sword energy cut on its red hair and was unable to cause any more wounds.

Mo Yun received his sword, stood still, staring at the red demon in front of him.

In its body, a stronger Qi machine is brewing, no, it is coming!

The ghost face cried without real sound, but there was a scream in everyone's mind. The monks of Daxiangguo Temple who were still chanting fainted without saying a word.Outside the battle group, Ning Baiyi saw Quan Suhuan faltering, and hurried over to protect her mind.

Lu Zhengkang whispered: "Amitabha!" The ghost cried and stopped.

The living beings laughed loudly, as if there were two huge rocks in their chests hitting each other, and two majestic eyes shot from the heads wrapped in red hair.

Above the sky, dark clouds gather, and the wind is cold and snowy.

"Little monk, you are very good!"

An unfamiliar voice came from the red hair ball.

It has mutated again!