Feng Xue leaned on his shoulder worriedly, and said, "Xue'er is just outside the Jingnian Zen Temple, and she is still far away, so you can feel the unreserved aura of the masters in the temple, which is obviously a deterrent to you......"

She didn't finish the second half of the sentence. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After all, Feng Xiaoxiao is a human being and not a god, even if she is really a god, it is impossible to break through the siege of many peerless masters of the Buddhist sect who have poured out of the nest, as well as countless monks and soldiers, plus her.

Feng Xiao Xiao Muran said: "I know that there are 800 monks and soldiers with high martial arts in the Jingnian Zen Temple, presiding over Master Kong, as well as the four holy monks, and maybe Master Araki, who has been the presiding officer of Dongda Temple who has fought with me, and even the same as his martial arts status, the hosts of the treasure temple, and even the masters of Cihang Jingzhai such as Fan Qinghui, and maybe the master protector of the Daomen......"

Feng Xiaoxiao slowly said that the masters, each of them at least has the ability to hold on to him, and every one who wants to kill will not be easier than killing Xi Ying, among them, the four holy monks and other Buddhist masters, none of them will be inferior to Ning Daoqi, and Fan Qinghui's strength is only afraid that it can be compared with Ning Daoqi......

If you fall into it, it is equivalent to being besieged by dozens of Ning Daoqi, even if Feng Xiaoxiao is a hundred forged golden body, it will be instantly bombarded to slag!

But his tone was indifferent but firm and resolute, and he said slowly: "But I must not tolerate the outcome of this duel, it is not under my control...... Because I really can't afford to lose this time, I must not be a sinner of the Han family through the ages. ”

Feng Xuexiu's eyes were full of melancholy, and he stared infatuately, although he didn't make a sound, his hands clenched the hem of Feng Xiaoxiao's clothes, and he was wordless worried, and his expression was so poignant that it was heartbreaking.

Feng Xiaoxiao's face softened, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and said softly: "Don't worry!" I am measured, hard work is the next strategy, I am going to put pressure on Buddhism, Cihang Jingzhai, and Fan Qinghui, not to die. If they dare to manipulate this duel by means, I will dare to go to the bloody Buddha Gate, a temple and a nunnery, and kill them one by one. ”

In fact, this is the next policy in the next step, because if it really comes to this point, the Central Plains martial arts will definitely suffer a heavy blow, and the situation will be irreparable.

He was just gambling, betting that the Buddhists would not dare to regard him, the evil emperor of the Demon Gate, too noble, and that they would not dare to let the situation in the Central Plains erode to this point, and eventually cheapen foreigners.

Feng Xue's eyes swept away the gloomy haze, and suddenly brightened up, tiptoeed up, kissed the corner of his lips lightly, and said softly: "No matter what you do, Xue'er wants to accompany the master." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes turned slightly, and the beauty of this infatuation was collected in the gradually blazing glow in his eyes.

Feng Xue shyly lowered her head, took his hand, moved Lianbu to the bedside, she gently closed her eyes, and her weak and boneless hands hooked Feng Xiaoxiao, letting him gradually press on his fiery and soft, excited/trembling delicate/body, a pair of jade arms and slender beauty/legs gradually entangled tightly, allowing him to release and enjoy the joy to his heart's content......

……

Outside Luoyang City, in the southern suburbs, on the top of the high mountain, Jingnian Zen Temple.

The setting sun has gilded the entire grand building complex with a layer of dazzling golden light, which is incomparably brilliant, with indescribable solemnity and solemnity.

The sound of the bell is heard from all directions in the temple on the top of the mountain.

The sound of chanting also melodiously fills the heavens and the earth, and the mountains and rivers seem to follow the trembling and harmony together.

The wind and the snow drifted together, not on the ground, like a meteor sweeping across the endless countryside, but light like the clouds and mist flowing in the morning light, and the clothes were fierce in the wind, like a pair of fairy couples who fell from the sky.

They did not hide their figures, quickly reached the top, and finally stopped in the south of the mountain, the top of the peak, in front of the gate of the Zen monastery.

Two heavy temple doors suddenly opened without wind, two rows of blue-robed monks lined up along the door, the tall and handsome master of the empty hand held the bronze bell, stepped out of the temple, all the monks like arms and fingers, turned around in unison, faced the door, and saluted with him.

Master Likong said: "Buddhism is quiet, only fate!" ”

As soon as this sentence was finished, all the monks recited together, everyone was full of energy, showing a profound and extreme skill, and because of a certain fixed rhyme, one after another, the part was secluded and far-reaching, the believers listened to it, or felt quiet and peaceful, but the wind Xiao Xiao listened to it, but only felt that the scalp was numb.

The wind and snow couldn't bear to be so coerced, so he snorted coldly, and then dispersed the oppressive atmosphere brought by the Sanskrit chanting.

With his soft and generous voice, he asked, "After the Evil Emperor Wind, can you be regarded as a destined person?" ”

Feng Xiaoxiao said lightly: "Actually, it's okay, otherwise how could you come here?" ”

Feng Xue then said coldly: "We will also send people to the west." ”

Likong didn't care, and said: "The two masters are here, and the temple is full of brilliance, but I don't know what happened?" ”

Feng Xiaoxiao said: "Find someone." ”

Feng Xue said: "Ning Daoqi." ”

Likong said calmly: "The empty is the presiding officer of the temple, I wish Brother Ning Dao to preside over all the current matters, Brother Dao is still in retreat, do not see outsiders, if the two have important things, you may wish to make it clear to the poor monk first, and the empty will be truthfully conveyed to Brother Ning Dao." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao pouted and said, "Let you talk a lot of nonsense, in the end, it's not like you're going to fight again." ”

"Buddhism has always paid attention to compassion, but there are also angry eyes. ”

Feng Xue's beautiful eyes were filled with palpitations, and he stared at him with a cold heart, and said, "Wait for me to see King Kong in person, and see how angry he is." ”

The air waved the copper hammer in his hand, ringed the bronze bell, the crisp bell sound through the sky, shaking the mountains, even the golden light under the sunset, as if there were bursts of endless ripples, the aftermath lingered, numb brain, there was an amazing power of the soldiers who surrendered without a fight.

This is a strong attack of artistic conception, compared to Zhu Yuyan's magic sound, there is less unpredictable weirdness, but more majestic grandeur.

Feng Xuexiu's eyebrows frowned, her beautiful eyes moved slightly, and when she saw the expressionless Feng Xiaoxiao, she bowed slightly, and immediately said coquettishly: "Pro!" ”

The advent of the nine-character mantra represents that there is no fear in the face of danger, the will is not confused, and the will is not moving!

The crisp and beautiful voice of the wind and snow suddenly came out, but it was like a great terror covering the earth from the sky in an instant, not only fixing the mountains that seemed to be shaken by the brass bell, but even the wind.

The remnants of the bronze bell, which was originally numb, were suddenly cut off by a sharp blade like a thread, and came to an abrupt end, and the world was suddenly silent, and even the sound of chanting from the distant temple was immediately cut off to silence, and the surroundings seemed to be isolated from the mantra into an absolutely independent space, and had nothing to do with the outside world.

The empty monk, who had always been calm and unwavering, as if he would not be disturbed by anything, suddenly changed his color, and said in a lost voice: "Nine-character mantra, you ......"

The gloomy light in Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes burst out, and he shouted severely: "Fight!" ”

It was as if he had been hit hard, as if he had been struck by the mythical Kuafu wielding a towering stick.

His body involuntarily bounced backwards, and he couldn't stop when he fell into the temple gate, and he kept staggering backwards, looking at Feng Xiao Xiao and Feng Xue with a look of disbelief. (To be continued.) )