Chapter Three Hundred and Sixtieth Chapter Qing Ben beautiful, how to follow the thief
Both sides have no reservations anymore, and come up with strange moves one after another, fast against fast, without even a trace of lag. Both the offensive and defensive sides attack and defend as they please; their compactness and fierceness also imply a sense of carefreeness and elegance, which is so brilliant that it is hard to believe. The pen and ink of any language can be shaped to imply a carefree and elegant meaning.
Others brought by Fan Qinghui also found their opponents in various ways.
Zhu Yuyan's men include the silver-haired witch Danmei, Eunuch Wei Lianxiang, Wen Caiting and others.
On the battlefield, it is easy to see a silver-haired woman with a figure like lightning, flying in the air, shaking her head violently, raising her silver hair, and lashing at her opponent at the same time like a whip.
This woman's profile is quite beautiful, but her face is so pale that she is not even remotely popular, and her eyes flash with a strange and sinister glare, just like a sexy ghost that has slipped out of the underworld to seek life!
But the ten thousand-year-old maid under Fan Qinghui is not an ordinary person, and she is by no means an easy person to defeat.
As the leader of the White Way, Cihang Jingzhai is one of the two holy places in Buddhism. It is extremely mysterious. Only one person walking in each generation can make the martial arts surrender.
Anyone who is not stupid should know that Cihang Jingzhai cannot have only one disciple in a generation.
Compare it to the Jing Nian Monastery, which has more than two hundred martial arts monks, and Cihang Jing Zhai is probably not much different.
After thousands of years of accumulation, it is not difficult to find some old maids among them who have practiced Cihang Sword Code to the master level.
Dugu Feng also found his opponent - Shi Fei Xuan!
"Shifei Xuan, I heard that you are an unprecedented genius in the thousands of years of Cihang Jingzhai. In the Cihang Sword Code of Cihang Jingzhai, you have reached the level of clarity of the sword's heart, which is second only to the highest level of death. His martial arts skills are comparable to those of the older generation." Dugu Feng stood in front of Shi Feixuan with a sword and said with a smile: "I don't know if it's true or not?"
Dugu Feng has been obsessed with swordsmanship all his life. When he saw Shi Fei Xuan, an opponent who also focused on swordsmanship and the other side of the sword, he was naturally very happy and wanted to show off.
"You are a beautiful lady, but you are a thief!" Dugu Feng wanted to communicate, but Shi Feixuan did not buy it at all. When Dugu Feng blocked her, a dazzling sword light flew into the sky, and Shi Feixuan drew out Color empty sword!
Their trip to Buddhism was a desperate one, but the effect didn't seem to be very significant. The situation of the fight between Ning Daoqi and Mo Fei was temporarily unclear, but compared with a ruthless person like Mo Fei, Ning Daoqi, who had never killed anyone before, lost. All a bit bigger.
Her master Fan Qinghui and the three great holy monks fought against the Demon Queen Zhu Yuyan, but there was no hope of victory at all.
Under such circumstances, how could Shi Fei Xuan have any intention of communicating with Dugu Feng on the art of swordsmanship?
"Are you so irritable?" Dugu Feng muttered, and her hands were not slow, reaching out to hold the sword. In this moment, her person, the sword, and even the world seemed to have formed a blur. , a whole with neither beginning nor end, the astonishing sword power enveloped Shifei Xuan.
Dugu Feng is not a super genius who is not defeated by Shi Feixuan and Huan Huan, but the skills she practices are not as good as Shi Feixuan's Cihang Sword Manual and Huan Huan's Heavenly Demon Kung Fu, which is why she is weaker than Shi Feixuan and Huan Huan. One end of the pier.
But things are different now. Murphy helped Dugufeng explore her true potential.
After Dugu Feng broke through to the master level, his cultivation speed still maintained a high speed that is unimaginable by ordinary people. After all, Mo Fei wanted to practice whenever he had free time, and he was helping Dugu Feng continue to practice.
So far, Mo Fei has helped Dugu Feng hundreds of times, making Dugu Feng's cultivation level very close to that of an old master.
And Dugu Feng works very hard, and her talent in swordsmanship is extraordinary, so Dugu Feng is fully confident to compete with any genius of the same age.
"boom!"
Above the palace, the fighting power of several parties exploded one after another. The solid city walls and palace eaves continued to suffer critical strikes, and soon they were in a mess.
Mo Fei's sword does not seem to have anything extraordinary, but it is so unreasonable. However, those watching from the wall clearly understand that Mo Fei's sword is faster than slow, and clumsy. Although there is no change, it is ever-changing.
Among them, it is like the infinity of heaven and earth, and the universe has no end.
At this moment, Murphy's sword skills and the magical power were perfectly integrated.
These days of practicing with Zhu Yuyan, Dugu Feng, Xiao Hou, and Dong Shuni, day and night, and forgetting to eat and sleep were not in vain.
In addition to the growth in skill, the integration of his various powers has also grown rapidly.
Ning Daoqi couldn't help but have a headache, not because of Mo Fei's exquisite knife skills, but because of the black and purple inflammation on Mo Fei's knife, which was like maggots on the tarsal bones and was really difficult to deal with.
But the headache was a headache, but it was impossible to abandon the defense and surrender directly. He stood straight on the ground, his robes and sleeves were windless, his beard was straight, and his appearance became powerful and powerful. He was incomparable to Mo Fei, who looked like a god.
He was not arrogant, punched out, and continuously made mysterious changes that were beyond any description, but he punched the sharp edge of the blade without any pretense.
"Ning Daoqi, if we keep fighting like this, we may not be able to determine the outcome for three days and three nights. I don't have the free time to waste time with you, so why not decide the outcome with one blow?" Mo Fei said directly.
Generally speaking, when reaching the Xiantian realm, a warrior's true energy will circulate endlessly, and it is rare for them to be completely exhausted.
Once you reach the Grandmaster realm or the Great Grandmaster realm, your endurance will naturally be stronger.
If he and Ning Daoqi were willing, they could fight on the roof of the palace for five or six days without getting tired.
"It's my wish, but I don't dare to ask my ears!" Ning Daoqi said leisurely.
Mo Fei let out a long, clear laugh, and held the sword with both hands. The Tang sword was filled with black and purple flames that were so dazzling that it had no warmth. The sword pointed straight at the night sky above his head and struck Ning Daoqi with lightning.
This sword seemed to be an ordinary chop, but in fact, in Ning Daoqi's view, it was quite capable.
The sword techniques used by Mo Fei when he fought with him before were a unique combination of ninety-nine and eighty-one swords.
He also possesses an unparalleled force.
This sword can be said to have fused all of Mo Fei's energy and spirit. If you don't pay attention, even he will die under Mo Fei's sword.
Murphy's eyes were particularly bright. These days, he was not unprepared for the Buddhist door.
In addition to the hard work of practicing with Zhu Yuyan and others, the wood-burning sword technique has also been pushed to a new level.
Burning Wood Sword Technique is a set of ninety-nine and eighty-one moves. The more moves in a row, the stronger it becomes. The final blow will be unstoppable and majestic.
But what if ninety-nine and eighty-one swords were struck out in an instant?
In the past, Mo Fei was restricted by the power of the body and could not do it at all, but the perfect body transformed by the T virus and the demonic power that is close to the master's perfection after rebirth have provided him with the possibility to complete this knife.
Ding Peng is the only one who can fuse the magic sword with his magic sword. He, Mo Fei, is in a world of high martial arts. Why can't he fuse the wood-burning sword technique?
Ning Daoqi's face was serious, and suddenly he spread his arms, like a huge Kunpeng spreading its wings, as majestic as the clouds hanging from the sky, and the sky seemed to break through a wisp of dawn light, which was very dazzling.
The little overflowing energy of Mo Fei and Ning Daoqi collided, like a big wave, overwhelming everything, or like a tornado hurricane, sweeping across the sky.
"Crack!"
A thunder suddenly sounded.
The endless storm burst into the sky, tearing the sky apart, and a white light grew from small to large, obscuring the sight of everyone present.
At this time, everyone stopped and looked at the center of the fight between Murphy and Ning Daoqi.
Except for Zhu Yuyan, who was also at the Grand Master level and could sense the situation of the two people, the others had no idea of the actual situation of the two people who collided.
I don't know how long it took, but the light curtain composed of a white light shattered, and everyone saw Murphy and Ning Daoqi again.
I saw the Tang Dao with black and purple flames in Mo Fei's hand, like an explosive long chain. The roaring force tore through Ning Daoqi's heavy defense, smashing his right hand into dust, and the remaining energy was
He continued forward and bumped into Ning Daoqi's chest.
"Pfft!"
Ning Daoqi's face suddenly turned pale, and the blood from his mouth spat out wildly, as if all his energy had been drained out in an instant.
Murphy also suffered a heavy blow, but he must not show it now.
It doesn't matter whether he is strong or not, but whether he is handsome or not is a lifelong matter, so he must continue to act like a normal person.
At the last moment of his life, Ning Daoqi managed to squeeze out a few smiles and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, black and purple flames surged out from his chest and enveloped his whole body.
He quickly swallowed Ning Daoqi, who had lost all energy and energy.
"The great martial arts master, the number one master in the Central Plains, Ning Daoqi, is nothing more than that!" Mo Fei smiled lightly, took out his Tang Dao, put it away, and stood with his hands behind his back.
To be honest, Mo Fei didn't sympathize with Ning Daoqi at all. This old man was running for the Taoist sect's luck and making dirty deals with Buddhism. This was evident from the fact that Li Shimin would respect Taoism as the state religion in the future, and the Taoist sect gained a lot of benefits from it.
If he paid less, how could he get it?
It is normal for a conflict of interests to lead to victory and defeat.
Fan Qinghui, Shi Feixuan and others were stunned when they saw Ning Daoqi turned into ashes.
That was Ning Daoqi, one of the three great masters in the world. He was synonymous with invincibility. He had never been defeated in all his life.
Just like that, he was chopped into flying ash with a single knife...
How can people believe their own eyes?
During this trip to Buddhism, all their hopes were placed on Ning Daoqi, hoping that he could defeat the evil demon who was rebellious, abolish his martial arts, imprison him in Cihang Jingzhai for the rest of his life, and never let him come out to make trouble in the world.
but……
The end result was exactly the opposite. Ning Daoqi, who had high hopes, failed...
Then who else in this world has the ability to stop this evil spirit?
So where can our Buddhist sect go from here?
Should we just allow this evil spirit to act in reverse and cause harm to the common people?
Fan Qinghui, Shi Fei Xuan and the others were all at a loss.
"The demon rises and the Tao disappears, the demon rises and the Tao disappears!" Fan Qinghui's heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness. Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes turned to Shi Fei Xuan...