What a brilliant light, Ning Bugui's eyes lit up, he only felt that this brilliant light shot into his eyes, and then his eyes filled with that brilliant light. The light bloomed in his eyes, like a few strange fireworks, and his brain was filled with the brilliant fireworks, the brilliant light became brighter and brighter, and there was almost nothing else in his eyes, only the brilliant light. &1t;/p>

At this moment, a faint and dead light pierced through and fell into his eyes, and the black light was really the first time he had encountered it. A little bit of black light like lacquer rushed into the several brilliant fireworks, and immediately formed a faint beam of light, which exploded towards the colorful fireworks. At this time, Ning Bugui only had the brilliant fireworks and the dark beams intertwined in his mind. And there was a buzzing sound in his head, which became louder and louder, so that he almost lost contact with the outside world, and finally he felt a burst of pain in his mind like a pinprick in his head, a burst of dizziness that could not be gushed, and his body fell straight down. &1t;/p>

The two didn't care about Ning Bugui, who fainted on the ground, and they collided together with a trace of excitement in their eyes. It seemed that their gaze was the sharp weapon in their hands, and when the light in their eyes was condensed to the limit, a roaring aura spread, and with the spread of that aura, the figures of the two separated like this. There was no movement, no warning, they looked at each other from a distance, but the two of them already had one more thing in their hands. In the hand of the old knife was the cold and faint wood knife, and in the hand of the little monk was a golden manganese bowl. &1t;/p>

The old knife held the knife in his left hand, and he exuded the same majestic aura like Yue Ting Linyuan, while the little monk was surrounded by the breath of the body, and the golden light of the Dao was surging out, and he was like the compassionate monk, with a solemn and solemn aura around his body. Both of them were silent, but there was a solemn look in their eyes. No one took the lead, and the battle of masters could only be divided in an instant. &1t;/p>

The streamer reversed, the night was vast, and a layer of dark light condensed from the firewood knife, one by one, and the sinking figure was even more immovable. There was a hint of brazenness on the rough face, and the calloused hands were tensed up on the sides, like thin dragons. Compared with the solemn and solemn look on his face, the body of the old knife contained an awe-inspiring and fierce aura, while the body of the little monk was reversed with a worshipful and sacred aura, and the smooth forehead was exuding a holy radiance. &1t;/p>

The firewood knife trembled slightly, and the old knife was in front of him, and a faint light like palpitations burst out from the faint firewood knife. I saw the old knife with his left hand raised the firewood knife to slash horizontally and vertically, and the action was done in one go, without any mud and water. The condensed breath was cold, and the firewood knife was like a faint divine blade, splitting the night under the silver moonlight, and the figure of Shen Xiong was like the god of war standing in the sky. &1t;/p>

The little monk's clothes bulged, and the manganese bowl in his hand couldn't help but shine with golden light, and the bare head was like a bright moon illuminating the night. The bright red robe was like a sea of blood, and as the little monk's body moved, the sea of blood was also intertwined with the firewood knife that opened the sky and the earth. There was a faint light in the sea of blood, and under the blood-colored night, there were still a few dazzling golden rays. &1t;/p>

The shadow slashed into the sea of crimson blood with the momentum of the thunderbolt, and a brilliant golden light struck away, without the loud noise of imagination, and there was no burst of energy from the collision of breath. Only the pair of bare feet stepped lightly, like a divine foot, into the sea of blood, and then the shadowy wood knife slashed on the bulging robe. &1t;/p>

With a "boom", the energy was full of energy like an explosion, and the strength that hit the wall of the courtyard was full of holes. And the two intertwined figures separated, the old knife's face did not change, his breath was still calm and steady, but the gaze in his eyes was getting more and more prosperous, and a pair of blazing eyes looked at the little monk with a chilling light. &1t;/p>

The little monk's hand shook slightly, his face was flushed with a layer of red tide, and the manganese bowl in his hand also made a light trembling sound, and then the golden light couldn't help but dim. He raised his incomparably beautiful eyes, and the flush on his face couldn't help but increase a point. A faint sneer bloomed on his face, and he said in an almost self-deprecating tone: "I didn't expect you to abolish your right hand, and you practiced your left hand, and the people in the Western Regions thought you were useless, but I didn't expect you to be so much stronger than before." It seems that the tutor has underestimated you, and he has lost his right hand and replaced it with his left hand, which is indeed more difficult than ordinary people. ”&1t;/p>

"What does it make if it's right hand or left hand? Go away, and you don't have to tempt, and there's no point in sending you to tempt. In the Western Regions Divine Kingdom, if there is no living Buddha, you will be treated as a living Buddha. If you want to be the living Buddha, you should go, a certain family is not rare to be a living Buddha. Don't forget, there is still Haotian Sect in the Western Regions, if Haotian Sect wants to intervene, what is the meaning of who this living Buddha should be. The old knife took a step back, put away the firewood knife in his hand, and said to the little monk. &1t;/p>

The little monk shook his head and said, "It's the little monk himself who wants to come, and it has nothing to do with the family teacher." The Western Regions Divine Kingdom cannot do without a living Buddha, and it is not just a casual person who can be this living Buddha. If you don't die, then the living Buddha cannot be reincarnated, and the will of the true God is very clear. For the goshawk to break through the shackles of the heavenly dome, it must activate the power of the Living Buddha. ”&1t;/p>

"You attach too much importance to the power of the Living Buddha, the Central Plains people say that the ultimate in martial arts is the broken void, but do you know what the real broken void is, it is the comprehension of martial arts. The arrival of the Divine Kingdom in my Western Regions Divine Kingdom is actually the same as the Shattered Void of the Central Plains Martial Dao, both of which have the same destination. After all, a living Buddha is a human being, and he is not a god, and you and your master have not understood this truth during the time you traveled in the Central Plains. ”&1t;/p>

"It's okay for me to go, but you're still going to die." The little monk said in a firm tone, and there was a strange light in his eyes. And after seeing the strange light in the little monk's eyes, Lao Dao's heart couldn't help but tremble, and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly emerged. Although he didn't know what the little monk was going to do, the strong uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger. &1t;/p>

The little mute hid under the corner of the wall, and all the movements in the courtyard were seen by him, he didn't expect that these two people were simply gods, and the burst of energy was almost about to knock over the courtyard wall, looking at the holes one by one, his heart was filled with a fear of the unknown. It was the first time he had seen the old knife shoot, and as soon as he made it, it was earth-shattering, and it was beyond the scope of his imagination. And the little monk was obviously younger than him, but he had the same unimaginable strength as the old knife. This little monk came to kill the old knife, and he couldn't help but worry secretly for the old knife. &1t;/p>

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When the little mute hiding in the corner of the wall was worried about the old knife, he only felt a gust of wind pass over his head, and he didn't feel a tightness in his heart, and a cold gushed out of his body. Before he could fully react, he felt his body lighten and he was lifted up by a large hand. He was immediately frightened, and he didn't know what had happened, except that his body had been lifted, and he had floated over the wall into the courtyard. &1t;/p>

The old knife's eyes were cold, and his face showed an angry expression, he didn't expect the little monk to actually sweep outside the wall. At first, he thought that the other party just couldn't win and retreated, but what he never expected was that after the little monk swept over the courtyard wall, he would fold back again. When he saw clearly the person in the little monk's hand, his heart was filled with endless anger. &1t;/p>

"I can't imagine that you will even use such indiscriminate means in order to get my head. Isn't this also a good lesson for you, and you are not afraid of the wrath of the true God? A low roar erupted from the old knife's throat. The left hand held the faint color of the wood knife tighter, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly because of the strong grip. He was very angry about the little monk's unscrupulous approach to achieve the goal. &1t;/p>

"There is a saying among the Han people, as long as the goal is achieved, what kind of method is used, so what does it matter. Do you want this young man's life or keep your own life? The monk held the little mute tightly, and a dark energy penetrated into the little mute's body from his palm, making the little mute's body twitch uncontrollably. As long as his internal strength increases one more point, the life of this little mute will fall immediately. &1t;/p>

"Do you think that if you do this, you can get the power of the Living Buddha, if the Living Buddha of the Western Regions Divine Kingdom can be obtained in this way, then the Living Buddha will not become a passerby on this street. Didn't I teach you this, it seems that your master and apprentice are not of the same mind. The old knife laughed angrily, and he said mockingly to the little monk. &1t;/p>

"Ahh The little mute felt a terrible panic as something entered his body, and it was like a poisonous snake that scurried from behind him to his chest, and then from his chest to his lower abdomen. The thing flowed, and his body couldn't help but tear and ache. The pain was unbearable for him, and he couldn't help but let out a scream. &1t;/p>

The back of his neck was tightly grasped by a hand like iron tongs, which made the little mute feel like he couldn't breathe, and the terrible thing in his body swam, which frightened him even more to the point that his face turned pale and then red. His feet kicked in the air, but he didn't even touch the hem of the little monk's clothes. As the little monk grew stronger, he felt like he was about to suffocate to death. &1t;/p>

"No one has tried, you can bet that if you don't settle yourself, then the young man will be killed on the spot. In fact, this young man is just your neighbor, so what's wrong with the death of an ordinary person. Besides, people die every day, and what happens if one more young man dies. Being able to die in the hands of the little monk means that he must have been favored by the true god, who told him to hide in the corner of the wall in the middle of the night and eavesdrop. A hint of fierceness flashed in the little monk's eyes, and with a hint of banter in his tone, he said to the old knife. &1t;/p>

"It's a bad disciple, it's better than the blue, it's a pity that you used the wrong person for this method." The mockery in the old knife's eyes became stronger and stronger, and he said lightly to the little monk. From his confident tone, the little monk heard a hint of a deadly crisis suddenly coming. &1t;/p>

The little mute felt that a wave of air like a hot spring suddenly gushed out of his abdomen, and the wave of air shook the sky and roared like a raging wave, boiling under his abdomen. As the heat wave gushed out from his abdomen, he felt that his body contained a huge force, but his body became hotter and hotter, and a wave of heat rushed out of his chest like a volcanic explosion. He felt as if he was in the middle of a volcano, his throat was getting drier, and he felt the urge to shout. &1t;/p>

"Roar!" The little mute's mouth came out with a second word in his life besides "ah", and Reliang, who rushed out of his abdomen, quickly flowed through his body, and his body couldn't help but shake slightly. His legs kicked fiercely towards the little monk's body, and at this time he no longer felt that the little monk's body was as hard as iron, and the heat wave rushed out of his legs, and he kicked the little monk's body unhindered. &1t;/p>

With a "bang", the little monk only felt a strong momentum coming from his hand, and the huge force knocked his hand away, and then his body was kicked by the young man who was originally pinched by himself. He felt that his body had been struck by two lightning bolts, and the huge force knocked his body away, and his eyes finally showed a look of horror. &1t;/p>

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