After the bald man stood still, he suddenly shouted: "The Sa family is crazy. If anyone wants to get in, don't blame the Sa family for being ruthless!"
The strong man's voice was so terrifyingly loud that it was like a big copper bell, and it instantly caused the fighting in the field to stop.
"Damn it, you monk, get out of the way!"
Master Bayan's heart boiled with anger. Seeing that he was about to succeed, such a crazy monk appeared unexpectedly. He shouted loudly and immediately rushed forward. The vajra in his hand directly hit the dark cloud cover and smashed it down hard.
, suppressed it with thousands of pounds of force, it was truly terrifying.
"Well done, you lama is so arrogant that you dare to come here to cause trouble. I must spare you!"
A fierce light flashed in Xing Dian's eyes, and he suddenly swung the copper stick upwards in his hand. There was a crash of gold and iron, which made people's eardrums hurt, and sparks flew out from the friction, which was extremely shocking.
This time the two fought against each other, it turned out to be evenly matched, but Bayan had the advantage. His attacks were from top to bottom, majestic, but his behavior was a little passive. Even so, the battle was still a draw, which made Bayan
My heart sank.
"No, this crazy monk is very powerful. His power is even greater than mine. But you are only one person, and you can't beat four hands with just one fist."
Although Master Bayan was shocked, he recovered in an instant. Anyway, he thought of the advantage he had.
Now at Qingliang Temple, Monk Chengguang was seriously injured and could not do anything. The remaining monks were also useless, and he also brought dozens of brothers. No matter how powerful a person is, how could he stop them?
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As soon as his mind moved, Master Bayan snorted coldly and continued to attack. The vajra drew a golden screen of light, which immediately trapped Xing Dian. Both of their kung fu were fierce and domineering, and their moves were simple and pure.
Competing with each other in terms of strength, the fight was immediately followed by roars, dust was flying in the small courtyard, and the bluestones on the ground were constantly broken and splashed everywhere in the fight between the two.
A vajra and an Arhat's stick dance wildly, overflowing with energy and killing heartily.
The monks at Qingliang Temple just breathed a sigh of relief when they suddenly saw five or six more lamas walking out of the remaining lamas and heading directly towards the small temple.
Although Xing Dian was fighting Master Bayan, he never forgot his duty. When he saw this scene, he roared wildly, danced the copper stick in his hand, violent power burst out, and wanted to break away from the battle circle and go to defend it.
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"Hmph, Monk Xingdi, you still want to hold on to the door? How can I let you get what you want!"
When Master Bayan saw Xing Di's movements and didn't know what he was planning, he immediately mobilized his divine power to activate his internal energy. He also waved the vajra in his hand crazily, making a series of bangs and bangs, and the battle between the two became more and more intense.
, if you make the slightest mistake, you will be hit by the opponent, and you will be seriously injured even if you don't die. Xing Dian wants to escape at this time, which is easier said than done. He can only watch the group of lamas rushing towards the small temple.
Monk Chengguang's face also changed drastically. He naturally knew the secrets in the small temple. It was because of this that he felt nervous. As soon as his body moved, he was about to step forward to stop him, but he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and sat down slumped.
, he had just been hit by Bayan's palm, his internal energy was scattered and his blood was stagnant. He was unable to do anything at this moment. How could he stop those lamas from entering the small temple.
Suddenly, monk Chengguang's eyes lit up and he saw Gui Zhong. He sighed secretly in his heart. No matter what the purpose of this Taoist priest was, he could only ask him for help now.
"Taoist Priest Taiyuan, our Qingliang Temple is currently in crisis and the old monk is incompetent. Please ask Taoist Priest to help us."
Gui Zhong was not too far away from Cheng Guang, and he had been paying attention to the changes on the field. At this moment, Cheng Guang asked for help, and he could naturally hear him clearly.
"Haha, okay, thank you for taking me in these days, Master. I will send these lamas away for you today!"
Gui Zhong laughed loudly, turned to Wei Xiaobao and Shuang'er and waved his hands, telling them not to move rashly and to protect themselves. Then he took a step forward, like a line of blue smoke, with many afterimages appearing in the small town in the blink of an eye.
At the entrance of the temple, five or six lamas rushing towards him were still several feet away from the small temple.
These lamas were full of excitement. Today's business was about to be successful. They were naturally very excited. Their eyes were staring at the quaint little temple. Suddenly, their eyes flashed and they saw a Taoist priest in Qingyi.
Appeared at the entrance of the small temple, blocking their way forward.
"Wuna Taoist, who are you? Get out of the way! Do you want to die?"
Several lamas got angry and yelled and cursed loudly.
"You Yellow Sect lamas, why don't you stay obediently on the border of Tibet? If you insist on going to the Central Plains to run amok, it seems that I am going to send you on your way today."
Gui Zhong's eyes were as misty as clouds, and his tone was calm and elegant, but word of it spread throughout the scene. Whether it was many lamas or monks from Qingliang Temple, their hearts suddenly became cold when they heard this sentence.
"Haha, you are such an arrogant Taoist priest. Today I will show you how powerful our fellow apprentices are!"
Several lamas laughed loudly, their faces extremely arrogant, and they didn't know where they got their courage.
"That's all, let's take action later!"
Gui Zhong spoke again, then fell silent, his palm already resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Several lamas looked at each other, roared, and charged forward. Three held knives and three held sticks. The swords were as bright as lightning, and the shadows of sticks flew around, instantly engulfing Gui Zhong's figure.
On the chest, throat, between the brows, and under the vagina, these lamas used vicious attacks to kill Gui Zhong directly. No matter which attack he was hit by, he was probably more likely to die.
"ah!"
When the surrounding monks from Qingliang Temple, as well as Wei Xiaobao and Shuang'er saw this scene, they all exclaimed.
"Little trick!" Gui Zhong's eyes turned cold, and a plain voice sounded. There was a swish sound, a flash of cold lightning, and a series of sounds of weapons clashing. In the blink of an eye, Gui Zhong fired more than a dozen swords with Xiyi swordsmanship.
, all the swords were pointed at the weaknesses of these lamas, and all the long knives and iron rods were swept away by him with one stroke of his sword.
Chi chi chi! The next moment, a blue light like a spiritual snake flashed through. These lamas fell to the ground one after another, and a blood mark appeared on each eyebrow.
All this happened in the blink of an eye. Seeing the fallen lamas and the blood marks on their eyebrows, most of the people present had martial arts skills, so they naturally knew what this meant. The foreheads of these lamas were all stabbed with a sword.
If you enter, there is no chance of survival.
There was an uproar everywhere, and all the monks in Qingliang Temple were horrified, and they quickly closed their eyes and chanted sutras. Even monk Chengguang was shocked. He really didn't expect that Gui Zhong would be so ruthless when he attacked, and five or six lives would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Okay, such fierce and ruthless swordsmanship made him want to speak, but he didn't know what to say. After all, Gui Zhong was still invited to take action.
Tick tick tick, a few strands of blood dripped from the tip of Gui Zhong's sword. At this moment, it seemed extremely clear and strange. Even Master Bayan and Monk Xing Dian, who were fiercely attacking, stopped.
"Ah, you are so vicious. Tell me your name. If I don't kill you on the spot today, I will never be a human being!"
Master Bayan couldn't care less about the monk now. He walked out in a few steps, stared at Gui Zhong fiercely and said.
"Master Bayan? I'm a poor Taoist. Taiyuan, you can come and see if you have any means. But if you are defeated, I am afraid you will have to stay in Qingliang Temple today. You have to think about it."
Gui Zhong's tone was as calm as ever, and his whole person seemed to have entered a mysterious state. His mind was clear, his breath was flowing, and the sword in his hand was chanting softly. It seemed that the deaths of the lamas just now had no impact on him, as if they had been wiped out.
Just like a few ants.
"Taoist Master Taiyuan? You are too arrogant. You must die for me!"
Master Bayan shouted angrily, his aura surging throughout his body, holding the Vajra Holder in his hand, and took a few steps to reach the front of Gui Zhong. The strange wind howled, and a ray of light like gold and lightning swept towards his waist with a sharp and sharp roar.
If hit by this pestle, even if it is a copper-skinned iron bone, the waist vertebrae will be shattered. Master Bayan's angry blow is naturally no small matter.
At this time, all the fighting in the small courtyard had subsided, and everyone was watching the fight between Gui Zhong and Master Bayan.
Feeling the fierceness of Master Bayan's blow, Gui Ran praised: "What a magical power, what a good pestle technique!" His praise was not exaggerated in the slightest. Master Bayan's pestle technique was considered to be at a super level. With all his divine power,
His energy has reached the limit, and his pestle technique is simple and fierce without much change. This is what Gui Zhong praises. Only this kind of pestle technique can fully bring out the advantages of his divine power.
Although he was praising him, Gui Zhong was not slow in his movements. His whole body was as light as a wisp of floating catkins, his steps were moving, and at the same time, he stabbed a sword diagonally in his hand. It was exactly a move in Huashan Sword Technique, Youfeng Laiyi.
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At this time, the internal energy in his body was surging, his mind was sharp, and there was a layer of sharp energy wrapped around the blue steel long sword, and he had already mastered the skill of wielding the sword with energy.
Therefore, his sword is both internal strength and swordsmanship, and its power is extraordinary.
Ding! Chi! Two short sounds sounded, and a flash of golden light fell. Gui Zhong's sword, with a change of movement, directly stabbed Master Bayan's vajra from the side, implying the secret of borrowing power, and directly shook Zhongru away.
A thousand kilograms of vajra, at the same time, with a slight flick of the wrist, another sword light flashed past Master Bayan's wrist.
Master Bayan only felt a flash of blue light in front of his eyes, then his arm, followed by a pain in his wrist. With a clang, the Vajra pestle weighing dozens of kilograms fell to the ground, and his hand tendons were restored at that moment.
The clock was broken.
Quick, Gui Zhong's moves were too fast. The two of them were separated almost as soon as they collided. Then everyone saw Master Bayan's wrists were bloody and the vajra pestle fell to the ground.
"Ah, Taoist Taiyuan, you actually broke my hand tendons, I will fight with you!"
Master Bayan's face turned pale at first, and then suddenly turned blood red. He roared, and regardless of the injuries on his wrists, he forcibly activated his internal energy and activated his divine power. His two palms suddenly turned blood red, and they seemed to have grown bigger.
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"Big red sand handprint!"
Master Bayan's move is a big mudra Kung Fu from the Yellow Sect's Tantric Sect. It is extremely powerful and can no longer be beaten by the Shaolin Vajra Palm.
"It's a good big mudra skill, it doesn't matter, Pindao will teach you how to do it, Bayan."
Gui Zhong was delighted when he saw Lie Xin, and with a sneer, the long sword in his hand was already inserted into the bluestone on the ground. It was buzzing and trembling. This single hand showed his superb internal strength.
After removing the long sword, Bayan's big red sand handprint suddenly came over. The air in front of him seemed to have become much more solid, and heavy pressure rolled in.
As soon as Gui Zhong moved his steps, he turned his palms to face him, and gave the same palm softly. It was exactly the soft palm skills that he had been trying to figure out these days.
He actually wanted to use his own cotton palm to learn the red sand mudra of Master Bayan.
One handprint was strong and the other hand was gentle. In the shocked eyes of everyone, they collided with each other. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net