clang~~

The sword light flowed like a phoenix roar or a dragon roar. It was just a flash, spanning half of the city and slashed towards the Dragon King's temple at a very fast speed.

"Lu Sheng!"

Yang Yu's eyes were slightly condensed.

This sword is not a magical power or a Taoist technique, but it seems to have both strengths, and it also contains a little bit of the true intention of killing and killing in martial arts.

It is as fast as a meteor, its momentum is as vast as the ocean, and its doubts are as scorching as the sun. It has both the strengths of all, and it is also restrained to the extreme.

Such a violent sword should have been cut by everything, and the person who slashed was injured and the person who slashed died. However, its sharpness swept across,

Those who missed him were like the wind blowing without any damage.

It demonstrates his extremely skilled flying sword attainments.

Even though he knew that this sword was slashing at him, Yang Yu couldn't help but admire him. This was the real flying sword technique and a method he had never seen before.

However, he did not take action.

Because outside the Dragon King Temple, Buddha's light has already risen.

"Amitabha!"

It was as thick as a bell, and the Buddha's light was like a waterfall and tide, spreading everywhere. The Huanglong monk put his hands together and shouted loudly:

"Well, how dare you kill the gods?!"

Buzz!

The sound is like a mantra, and the sound is like a mantra, and the void is shaking.

Like a waterfall, a barefoot suddenly stepped out, and in just a moment, the huge coastal city roared and trembled.

It seems like I'm going to be shaken to the sky!

"This old monk?"

Yu Yang raised his eyebrows.

I saw a divine general stepping out of the Buddha's light. He looked like a boy, wearing a golden helmet, and wearing a golden armor as bright as it grew from a film, and was close to the body.

He took one step forward and raised the demon-submerged pestle, like a mountain rising from the ground, crashing straight into the flying sword that was coming from behind!

"Good monk, have you invited Weituo's guardian?"

The sword roared lightly and made a sound. The person who came seemed to be surprised. The sword stopped suddenly and then turned into a cold smile:

"It's a pity that he had to come in person, otherwise, Lu would have asked him for advice!"

laugh!

The stagnation lasted only for a moment, and after a moment, the flying swords flowed, and they dispersed like fireworks.

boom!

Almost at the same time, the divine general summoned by the Yellow Dragon Monk had stopped moving, and then it exploded and turned into Buddha's light in the sky.

"Practice sword into silk?"

In the Buddha's light, the Huanglong Monk's exclamation stopped abruptly and did not dare to move. Countless sword threads that could not be seen by the naked eye had locked him.

As long as you move, you will be cut into tens of millions of dollars!

But his voice was still loud:

"The coast of the Bohai Sea is my Buddhist place. Dao Ren Lu, how dare you be so arrogant?!"

"Bohai is the Bohai people of Bohai. The world is the world of the world! Don't say you old monk, even if you are Buddha here, Mr. Lu said this too!"

The sound is like a sword sounding, and the person has arrived with the sound.

The cold wind blew the white robe at the right time, and the person who came stood in the sky, holding the sword and lowered his eyes, his hair drooped his shoulders, his indescribable elegance and heroism:

"White Tuo's divine general, why didn't he come out? Could it be that he would see how Lu slandered the Buddha?"

"Amitabha!"

Lu Sheng gently pinched the strand of white hair in his temples:

"God will know."

"Respect God!"

Wei Tuo frowned and said nothing, but the Huanglong monk could no longer help it. He took a few steps forward and his voice was loud:

"The God of Heavenly Prison is the bloodline of the God of Heavenly Prison in the legend. Its energy is strong and its power is great, and it is definitely not something that ordinary people can mention..."

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The general Weituo glanced at him faintly, suddenly released the magic pestle, and heard a "boom". The houses in the streets of a hundred feet radius were trembling.

"This God is not known for his great power, but it is not ordinary!"

While speaking, Wei Tuo stepped forward and walked towards the sword of Pure Yang.

"Let's go..."

Taking this opportunity, the old man in the Dragon King Temple had already grabbed Yang Yu's arm and muttered in a low voice.

"Where can you leave?"

Yang Yu shook his head:

"At this moment, the pure Yang sword energy is everywhere in the temple. If you are unmoving, you will be cut into tens of millions of minced meat immediately..."

"ah!"

The old man was shocked and regretted it immediately:

"Little Prison, I, I don't know..."

"It is a fate to be able to enter the sea of ​​heaven and sea. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the qualifications if I wanted to come."

Naturally, Yang Yu would not blame the old man.

Even in ancient times, it was not possible for ordinary masters of magical powers to travel back and forth, let alone now?

While comforting the old man, his eyes also fell on the Pure Yang Sword.

Compared with the information on the map of the Qingshui Cold Pond, he could vaguely guess Lu Sheng’s progress at this moment. After three hundred years, he had reached the late stage of Jiuyao.

At this moment, Lu Sheng had already begun to have a contour of his killing power, and his combat power was probably still above Wei Tuo, so he would never be able to compete with him...

Rumble!

As Yang Yu's thoughts turned, outside the temple, the extremely violent Buddha light was already flowing backwards, and rushed towards the bull's fight.

The fierce and violent aura blew through half a city like a hurricane.

With Dragon King Temple as the center, all the houses and streets fell three feet apart, just like a mountain suddenly smashing down. I don’t know how many people are overturning.

"rise!"

The low and majestic shout echoed at this moment.

"God!"

The Huanglong Monk was staggering. He realized that something was wrong and was about to shout, but he felt a flash in front of him, and the Weituo God General had disappeared without a trace.

He left without saying a word?

"you……"

The Huanglong monk almost vomited blood and wanted to say something, but he swallowed it again.

All the generals Weituo were forced away, and he had no choice at this moment...

"Weituo..."

He looked at Wei Tuo deeply, and the white-clothed swordsman leaned down his palm, as if he wanted to draw his sword and chanted:

"I have been practicing Taoism for eight hundred years, and I have never taken it with a flying sword..."

"slow!"

The sudden sound made Lu Sheng raise his eyebrows. He looked at him and couldn't help but lit up.

I saw the visitor's hair was barefoot, his back was slinging with swords, his face was covered with beard, his eyes were wide and his nose was straight, and his head was full of heroic spirit.

"I am not talented, come and draw this sword!"

Without any nonsense, he read through the map of the Qingshui and Cold Pond, and was very clear about what kind of personality Lu Sheng was.

Knowing that he didn't like etiquette, he just bowed his hand and stepped forward. With his red clothes raised, his five fingers were already poking out and he grabbed the hilt of the Pure Yang sword.

“Ha~”

Lu Sheng was surprised, but he really didn't stop him, just chuckled and shook his head:

"Even if the teeth of the God of Heavenly Prison are the Lord of Nine Brights, they cannot be pulled up. Even though you are the Ten Capitals, how can you..."

"You have to try it before you know it!"
To be continued...