The wind and snow suddenly swept forward, and a white dress swept towards the temple gate like a large piece of snow in the raging cold wind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A group of blue-robed monks with a terrifying body shouted angrily, and they all waved more than 100 catties of Zen sticks in their hands, bringing up an extremely heavy, but extremely fast howling wind, and fiercely attacked.

The dazzling golden rays of the slanting sun on the horizon, I don't know when the red red is like blood, shining on the white clothes of the wind and snow, and there is also a layer of hazy but gorgeous red light, but it also sets off her plain face like clotted fat, ice muscle and jade skin, and Xuan Ao's flashing hands are also cold like a ruthless blizzard.

The monks who were slapped by her all immediately broke their internal organs, bleeding from their seven orifices, and their deaths were terrifying, and they were fierce.

Finally standing firmly, the empty glared angrily, and once again waved the copper hammer in his hand to knock on the bronze bell, but no bell rang, but the yellow monk robe he was wearing suddenly agitated violently, and the air in the entire space around him seemed to begin to expand and boil, refracting the light of the setting sun, and the golden light was revealed in the brilliance, which was like a golden body cast by King Kong.

Feng Xiao Xiao stepped forward in an instant, and suddenly staggered into the door as if teleporting, and shouted: "Column! ”

The swollen and boiling air trembled violently in an instant, and it actually cracked out spider patterns that were visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, he looked like a person who had been holding his breath for a long time but could not breathe, and his body was shaky as if he was deeply drunk, and his slender but handsome face was as red as blood.

He barely survived a breath before the spider pattern spread uncontrollably, and the indestructible golden body was like a porcelain vase that had been struck, and it suddenly fell apart and shattered in the sudden wind.

Feng Xiaoxiao drew his sword out of its sheath almost at the same time, and the sword light unfolded brilliantly and quickly, instantly coinciding with the ubiquitous sunset light, and the sword light also became ubiquitous.

The only difference between the two is that the sun is warm and the sword light is cold!

The air is like a gossamer, and his face is as white as paper, but the copper hammer and bronze bell with both hands are still as stable as before, wandering the mysterious and unpredictable path, which seems to be extremely slow, but it can block all the raging sword light like the bright sun.

It's just that every time the copper hammer and the bronze bell collide with the sword light, there will be a short strange sound, which is not like metal colliding, but like leather colliding...... Because every sword of Feng Xiaoxiao is extremely restrained and extremely condensed, and there is never the slightest overflow of internal force.

There is no difference between striking on a bronze bell and striking an empty flesh/body.

Every time you take a sword, you can completely bear a sword...... Like a heavy sword that crushes to the top of the mountain and rushes to the peak.

Sword after sword, the sound is like the continuous explosion of thousands of firecrackers, as if there is no end to it......

The sound of clothes came from the depths of the temple, quickly from far and near.

Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed, and the sword light in his hand suddenly stopped.

It wasn't slowing down, but his mood unfolded suddenly, and the sword in his hand was too fast for the naked eye to catch.

The sword sliced through the void, distorting the light, like lightning in the sky, and the blow had already been slashed, but it was still left in the eyes as a web of lines.

The Arctic Sword quickly rubbed the air, with a hot and terrifying dull sound, as if the muffled thunder was accumulating in the distant sky, waiting for the final crit to end everything.

The word "soldier" has reached Feng Xiaoxiao's tongue, and when he opens his lips, it is the time of empty death.

The bronze bell shattered suddenly...... It's the same as Sora, and the heavy blows it endured have finally exceeded its limit.

Likong's eyes still carry that depth and wisdom, there is no panic and confusion before death, only calm, see through the peace of the world.

"Husband!" The concubine's soft voice came from afar, and there was an unconcealed urgency and anxiety in it.

Feng Xiaoxiao's soldier word was swallowed back into his stomach alive, and the sword in his palm suddenly froze and remained motionless.

A snow-white robe swept past him in an instant, and the end of the afterglow ...... It's a distant and familiar green mang.

Fengxue stopped behind the empty body, quietly looking back, staring at the swiftly swept Shi Fei Xuan.

Her jade arms hung down at her legs, and her slender fingers held a long dagger glowing with a faint green glow, cold and penetrating, and there was no blood at all.

The corners of his mouth brought up a relaxed smile that seemed to be relieved, and he lowered his head.

A circle of blood leached out of his neck, and the blood immediately spread into blood marks, and then his skull fell, and the blood rushed wildly.

Concubine Xuan involuntarily stopped her steps and closed her mouth to announce the Buddha's name.

Feng Xiaoxiao sighed, turned his eyes to look at the temple gate, and found that there were all blue-robed corpses, obviously Fengxue killed all these monks at the last moment, and when he heard the concubine's cry and stopped his sword, he came in an instant and killed Kong.

And the long dagger in Feng Xue's hand is so familiar, this is a gift that Feng Xiaoxiao gave to Guo Xiang when he was still a child. It is made by the broken sword of the sky, and a line of small characters is engraved on the handle: The cold winter goes, the warm spring comes, but unfortunately the peach blossoms are not seen! The wind is bleak.

Feng Xueqing coldly carried the long dagger and said, "Sister Huo, come here." ”

The senior concubine's eyes were gloomy, and she stared at Feng Xiaoxiao and said, "With this result, is the evil emperor satisfied?" ”

Feng Xiao Xiao Mu Ran did not answer.

Feng Xue originally looked coldly at the eyes of the concubine, but suddenly ignited a fierce fire, fluttered, and reached out.

Shi Feixuan didn't resist at all, she seemed to have given up resistance, and the whole person was lifted up by her

Fengxue was even more angry, the flames in her eyes were burning more and more, but the slender hand that was holding her jade neck was getting colder and colder, but she trembled for a while, and finally let go, pushed her away, and sneered: "You are sure that the master will not let me kill you, so you have no fear, right?" ”

The concubine showed a look full of bitterness, her beautiful eyes avoided the wind and snow, and then looked at the wind and Xiaoxiao, and said softly: "When all other methods are ineffective, such as explanations, persuasions, pleadings, coercion, etc. So what is the solution other than force? Please also ask the evil emperor to use supreme wisdom and teach the concubine, okay? ”

Feng Xue watched her gaze gradually turn cold, and finally there was only a waveless chill left, and said calmly: "Do you want to say that unless we kill you, you won't allow us to go inside?" ”

Shi Concubine Xuan showed a helpless expression, and sighed to Feng Xiaoxiao: "Whether you agree or not, husband, this is the only way that Concubine Xuan can think of to solve the problem." ”

Feng Xue said lightly: "It's a pity that in front of me, you never said it doesn't count." ”

She put away her long dagger and slowly approached.

Looking at the wind and snow getting closer and closer, the past situation flashed in the mind of the senior concubine, and those terrifying methods to treat her could make her tremble uncontrollably.

This is an instinctive reaction that is deeply rooted in the spirit and body, and even in the soul, and cannot be controlled.

Concubine Xuan finally couldn't help but turn her beautiful and pretty face, and her beautiful eyes shot a pleading look at Feng Xiaoxiao.

Feng Xiaoxiao, who had been silent since she appeared, finally spoke up and said softly: "Concubine Huo, tell me truthfully, Yue Shan came to the Jingnian Zen Temple, do you want to challenge Song Que?" ”

The wind and snow paused, but the glow in the beautiful eyes was more oppressive.

The senior concubine sighed sadly, showed a gloomy expression, and said softly: "Yes, because Ning Daoqi must win this time, and he must win completely, otherwise who will resist the successive challenges from the two great masters from outside the territory?" ”

Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Buddhism was actually considered from this perspective, although it was different from him, but it was basically the same. (To be continued.) )