Chapter 631

The golden light appears in the night and the sword light is constantly on the horizon. These two things interweave in the sky, which is a rare sight in the world.

I'm afraid the most brilliant painter in the world can't draw such a painting.

A white suit fell somewhere. He had a sword pinned to his waist. Instead of looking at Mr. Zhang, who had been driven back hundreds of feet by his sword, he turned his head and looked elsewhere. There were still some golden lights in the distance, and the golden light looked much stronger than the previous one.

One golden light represents a saint of the three religions, and two golden lights are naturally two saints.

At this moment, there are two saints and two sword immortals in Xiaoyuan City alone. At the moment, there are also two saints outside the small garden city. The number of Canghai monks who appear here is no less than that in Luoyang City. It is natural that so many Canghai monks gather here, and it is natural that great events will happen.

Zhang Sheng drifted to the distance, but soon fell to the ground. He looked at the white clothes in the distance. He didn't have any taboo and didn't care about the weakness of the white clothes before. Instead, he said with a smile: "such fierce sword spirit, even if it's not as strong as chaoqingqiu, it's not far away. In kendo, I'm afraid only you can catch up with him. ”

the white clothes stopped quietly in the same place, ignoring Zhang Sheng's words, just looking at the night in the distance.

Soon a monk came out of the night.

The monk, with his hands folded, looks old and has a Buddha's bead on his neck. Looking at it, one can feel that he has a kind face. If there were no ordinary people on the side of the mountain and river who believed in Buddhism, he would have called out a great monk when he saw the monk.

In fact, it's not appropriate to describe this old monk with eminent monk. If the word "holy monk" is used, it will be more appropriate.

"Benefactor's killing intention is too heavy. If you really want to kill people tonight, I'm afraid the old monk can only stop the benefactor."

A few days ago, the monk, who had only met with Zhou Fu Zi, looked at the white clothes, but had no chance to kill him.

Zhang Sheng took a look at the small garden city, and then said, "ye Jianxian is here. I don't think it's the way I thought before?"

When Zhang Sheng and Zhou Fu Zi met before, they thought that there would be a sword immortal outside the small garden city. It's hard to say whether it's Ye Changting or Liuxiang. But there must be such a person here. At that time, Zhang Sheng thought that 80% of it would be ye Jianxian. At that time, he thought Ye Changting was just to prevent him from entering the small garden city. There would be no other things, but At this time, when the Buddhist sage appeared here, Zhang Sheng felt that things were not what he thought.

Things have changed, and they may be heading for the worst.

Ye Changting took a look at the old monk, but he didn't say much. In a moment, the ancient sword on his waist was swept away by the grass. In a moment, ye Changting strode forward a hundred feet, and the whole ground was torn by a peerless sword spirit. A gully came out of Ye Changting's body and spread to the holy body, and the trend was not decreasing. It seemed that it was going to be thousands of miles away Zhang Sheng slightly frowned and did not care about anything. His toes lightly touched the ground to stop the vast sword spirit. There was a brief silence when the majestic Qi collided with the sword Qi, and then there was a violent noise, which scattered around with the majestic Qi machine. The collision of two extremely strong Qi machines created a striking image of heaven and earth!

Ye Changting's white clothes were blown, but his long hair was not affected at all. The Canghai sword immortal passed a hundred feet forward. The grass on the grass scabbard many times during this period, but he did not show his edge. Zhang Sheng was not his opponent. Seeing ye Changting had already passed his body, his first thought was to retreat, just as he was backward The old monk called out the Buddha's name. Thousands of Buddhist lights lit up the night sky, and his hands with golden light would be printed on the back of Ye Changting. If this palm was really hit, even if ye Changting was a sword immortal in the sea, it would not be easy.

In the human battlefield, the fighter plane is often fleeting, so there is a so-called saying that he will not accept the fate of the king outside. There is not much difference between life and death between friars. If one is timid, thinks too much, or hesitates too much, he will easily be defeated.

Although Ye Changting didn't fight with many so-called Canghai friars, he had experienced many battles of life and death before he was invincible in the river and lake. Therefore, only for a moment, he turned around as expected. The grass on the ancient sword still came out of the scabbard, but he stretched out his hand and bent his finger in the air. It was as if he had plucked the strings, and there was no sound from heaven and earth.

But in the old monk's mind, there was a violent sound coming out.

What you can hear is the sound of the piano, and what you can't hear is the sound of the sword.

At that time, there was a swordsman named lenghanshui who said that he could fight against him. The man's way of pressing the bottom of the box was to play swordsmanship. Ye Changting had never learned it, but he had seen it. Since he had seen it, he would naturally be able to do it according to his talent in swordsmanship.

It's just that he knows too many sword moves. In the past, he was easy to write against the enemy, and he didn't deliberately use a certain sword move. Now he has this sword, he just thinks it is suitable.

There's no other way.

Ye Changting's eyes were calm. After his fingers were bent and popped out, the sword Qi that had been scattered around him was like a pool of spring water that had been wrinkled. Those sword Qi swept away one after another, which was as powerful as all previous sword moves.But that's not all. After the finger popped up, ye Changting grasped the handle of the ancient sword moshangcao. There is a big difference between the Sword Fairy with sword and the sword immortal without sword.

After holding the sword, ye Changting cut out a sword. The brilliant sword light quickly cut through the sky and, of course, the old monk's clothes.

The cassock was cut by a sword of the grass on the grass, which made the old monk's body more firm than refined iron, and some blood beads oozed out.

The old monk's face changed slightly, and he wanted to go back. But after ye Changting just looked at him, the second sword light appeared on him again. This time, what the sword light cut was his sleeve, and his arm was still flesh and blood. Under this sword, those vast swords were like the sword spirit of the sea. Hard life cut his arm into flesh and blood, and a lot of bright red blood was scattered. It looked very beautiful For sorrow.

Just before the third sword was handed out, Zhang Sheng had already raised his hand and threw something towards this side.

It's an inkstone with green light. When it comes to Ye Changting, it's growing rapidly. After ye Changting, it's like a small city hovering over it.

not far from ye Changting's head, the ink slab is shining and the atmosphere of the road is undoubtedly revealed.

There are saints in the world, and then there are sacred vessels. This spring and autumn inkstone is Zhang Sheng's sacred tool!

Feeling the prestige of this inkstone, even ye Changting is slightly frowning.

At this time, the inkstone was pressed down towards him, and the breath of countless roads fell on Ye Changting.

On his white dress, there is gorgeous brilliance, but it looks more like an invisible rope. It seems that ye Changting will be trapped in it.

Ye Changting frowned slightly. Before he could do anything, the old monk in the distance did not care about the treatment of the wound. Instead, he threw out a set of Buddhist beads around his neck, and came quickly with the light of the Buddha.

People all know that there is a lantern in the Buddha's land, which is what all monks in the sea want to have. But apart from the lantern, there are other sacred objects.

This string of Buddhist beads is.

Ye Changting, as always, had no expression. He just looked at the spring and autumn inkstone and said in a cold voice, "here it is!"

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After spitting, the willow Lane heard the sound coming from the distance. Then he just looked at Li Fu and soon went to the clouds. The majestic sword Qi separated the Qi machines interwoven in the clouds, and the willow Lane appeared on the side of Jian Jun.

Jianjun turned his head and took a look at the willow lane. There was some confusion in his eyes.

Liu Xiang threw the willow branch into the pool, and then took a deep breath. "One by one, faster. Don't say whether you can hold down those two people outside. If time goes on, someone else will come."

Jian Jun Ning Shen looked at Chen Sheng in the distance, and then slowly stood up. It was not the first time to take out the ten thousand Zhang long in the pool, but even reached into his chest. The hand was like a sharp sword, directly separating his chest, but there was no blood. The sword master pressed a place in his chest, and his face showed a painful color. After a moment, the hand was slightly stronger, A little sword was pulled out of his chest. He took a puff of turbid air and began to inhale.

This inhalation is to inhale all the scattered sword Qi into the body together with the wind and snow all over the sky.

Chen Sheng's spirit changed a little, and he couldn't help plundering back hundreds of Zhang.

Liu Xiang has already looked at Zhou Fu Zi.

The king of sword bent down, picked up the long handle, held it in his hand, and threw out the sword. What the immortal Xinfen did to him thousands of years ago was far more than what he had seen on the surface.

After the sword master held the sword, the whole person's momentum changed. He looked at Chen Sheng, and he was arrogant and invincible. He was the emperor of the world, otherwise he would not be called the king of the sword. He was the emperor of the sword. How could he die here so easily.

He looked at Chen Sheng in front of him and thought about the scenes when he didn't practice sword. Then he thought for a moment and said calmly, "I'm coming."

Between heaven and earth, there are wind and snow.

At this moment, in the small garden city, Li Fuyao's sword in his sleeve began to tremble slightly. Li Fuyao didn't know about the cloud, but he clearly felt that there was something important to happen.

It's like a play. The singers are not all on stage yet!

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