Nightfall

Junmo walked into the Lankehou Temple, the yellow-monk monks in the stone pings, the voice of the Buddha surrounded him, and the iron pestle in his hand smashed past like a raindrop, and some deep-seated and quick-response practitioners also Feijian was released.

Quick response is sometimes not a good thing, such as this moment.

Jun Mo waved his sleeves, the atmosphere between the courtyard and the world was chaotic, countless copper bowls and iron pestles shot back, and the monks were smashed with blood by their own mortal beings, dying, and there were many people who were breathless.

Then he looked coldly towards those deep-seated, faster-responding practitioners. Those practitioners suddenly felt their power pressed into the body, and more than ten handle flying swords were shot down by autumn rain. Some practitioners even knew the sea and shattered and died.

The stone slabs were screaming repeatedly, their limbs flying all over, their blood flowing into the river, and even if the autumn rain was gradual, they could not be rinsed away in a moment. A strong **** smell left the ancient temple's Buddhist temple with a quiet breath.

Ye Su Jingjing looked at the wooden sword, and the rain hit the sword surface, gradually washing away the two white marks left by the characters of Ning Que, and then he looked up at the man wearing a high crown.

Junmo saw that there was no black carriage under the stone steps in front of the hall. Looking at the chess board in front of Master Qishan, he looked slightly calm and felt a gaze, looking sideways, just to meet Ye Su's gaze.

The two did not speak, their expressions were indifferent.

With a choking sound, Ye Sumu sword came out of the sheath, mixed with autumn rain, and pierced Junmo.

At this time, Jun Mo finally made his sword.

From breaking the Buddha into the light, walking into the Lanke Temple and walking all the way, everything that was stopped in front of him was shocked, he never made a sword, because he did not meet someone who deserves his sword, and Ye Su Nai was a Taoist walker, and he had broken through the life and death geniuses of monasticism more than ten years ago.

Junmo Gaoguanbo belt, wide robe clothes, can not see where the sword box is placed.

But when his sword appeared, everyone in the temple could see it.

Because his sword is different from the swords of all sword masters in the world. The sword is extremely wide and unimaginable. It does not look like a sword at all, but more like a square piece of iron.

Such a square piece of iron is extremely conspicuous, and it is very difficult to see it.

Junmo's sword should have been seen by everyone.

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Mr. Er Shuyuan and Daomen's walking sword finally met in the autumn rain in Lanke Temple.

Ye Su's sword is traceless. Silent and silent, ruthless and ignorant, walking in the autumn rain, it seems to become a real autumn rain, which can moisten things silently, but there is no spring rain's pity for life.

Junmo's sword is wide open and closed. In the rain, following the straight lines, every wherever it goes, it will seriously violate the rules of the swordsmanship in the mind of the practitioner, and suddenly turn back, still walking in a straight line.

Ye Su's Daojian is the thinnest cold wind, the slightest autumn rain, and can enter the world in all time.

Junmo's Iron Sword is found to the extreme, and the wind and rain cannot enter.

In a very short moment, the wooden sword and the iron sword collided in the rain and did not know how many times. Another collision did not seem to happen, Qiu Yu was forced to fly sideways by these two powerful swords.

Suddenly, Jun Mo's expression was slightly miserable, and he turned around without hesitation and swept away to the Buddha's palace!

At this time, Ye Su's wooden sword, unparalleled in autumn rain, will come to the ground three feet behind him.

Jun Mo looked at Qi Nian in the Buddha's palace, his face was pale, his sleeves flicked behind him.

The square iron sword. Howling back from the west temple wall. Instead of drawing a square pattern as before, it was extremely simple to start drawing straight lines. It looks straighter and harder, so stronger!

Ye Su looked at the Junmo who was walking towards the temple, and turned back indifferently, and no longer looked at him, but looked at the courtyard wall of the Hou Temple, and looked at a temple eave under the slope, with lightning in his eyes. !

Jun Mo walked towards the broken Buddhist temple. Ye Su looked at the cornice of the courtyard wall. They were the most powerful people in the young generation and the most proud people. Then they looked at each other and turned around if they didn't.

In the rain clouds over the Lanke Temple, bright accumulations gradually emerged, lightning fell, and thunder thundered. The wooden sword that traversed the autumn rain seemed to be struck by thunder and lightning, with a silky luster, carrying the wind and thunder, and continued to stab Junmo!

The iron sword and the wooden sword finally had a real collision within the level visible to the naked eye.

The autumn rain was scattered and thunder and lightning roared!

Ye Su's swordsmanship, at this time, has already realized the truth of the world, and has even stepped into the realm of apocalypse!

Jun Mo still didn't look back, still rushing towards the direction of the Buddha Hall.

He has no rules of his own, nor can he borrow the power of Haotian like a monk, but his and his iron sword's belief in a certain rule is so indestructible that the rule, even in a certain sense It has become his own rule, and that rule is order.

His iron sword guards the absolute order.

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Qi Nian's lips were a little white, soaked in autumn rain, and still seemed a little dry. When it moved slightly, it was like a pale white leaf in the rain, shaking gently.

The people around the stone steps in front of the temple were shocked to the extreme, and their expressions changed drastically, because they knew that they would immediately see a picture of the long-speaking closed mouth Zen in the practice world being broken in a word.

It has been 16 years since the Buddha Buddhism walked for seven years to practice closed-door meditation. He never broke the commandments. Even if he was in the snow forest by the lake of Chang'an, he faced the mysterious Devil Sect Master Cicada for twenty-three years.

From this, we can imagine what it would mean if the closed-mouth meditation was broken in sixteen years.

Qi Nian's lips opened slightly, and he could vaguely see the broken tongue inside. The expression on his face was calm, and he uttered a word softly. Because he hadn't spoken for too long, it seemed a little muddy.

"disease."

What he said was too casual, and people could not feel it at all. It was like a person who had not spoken for 16 years. The first word he spoke had a huge gap with people's imagination.

Lan Kehou Temple is quiet.

In the distance, the stone statue of Buddha on the top of Washan Mountain seemed to hear the word, and the face of Buddha carved in rock suddenly became vivid, and it seemed extremely pitiful.

In the right palm of the Buddha statue facing the mountain, there is a hole that Ning Que previously shot with Yuan Thirteen Arrows. The hole has not changed, but the light of the Buddha shot in the palm of his hand is completely condensed.

Buddha light appeared on Qi Nian.

His eyes fell on the chess board.

The ground of the ancient temple began to vibrate violently. Those monks and practitioners who fell in the pool of blood were shaken into the air, and numerous cracks appeared on the walls of the temples of Zhongsi and Qiansi.

Somewhere, a slightly swaying dumb bell outside the Buddha Hall suddenly hovered in the air. A dense crack appeared on the surface of the ancient clock, and then exploded like a flower!

The bell cracks like a tile!

Mei Cong Chengxue!

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In the autumn rain, the second brother's black hair fluttered backwards, the band was floating, and his anger was extremely extreme.

Then he did something that no one could think of, even Ye Su, who was equally proud, could not think of it.

He reached out and recalled his generous iron sword, even ignoring the Dao sword with wind and thunder behind him, screaming. Throw the iron sword towards Qi Nian in front of the temple!

When Junmo did this, it was tantamount to leaving all his back to Ye Su.

He is the proud and powerful Mr. II of the Academy, but he leaves his back to Ye Su who has stepped into the apocalyptic realm half a step, which is still no different from suicide!

Ye Su looked at the wall of the monastery that was wet by autumn rain. Perceiving the changes happening behind him, his expression was abrupt, and he thought in his heart: "This person is so strong!"

Junmo's collection of swords is to invite Ye Su to kill himself, betting on Ye Su to dare to kill himself!

Ye Su sighed and closed the sword.

Jun Mo wins, or he wins.

However, in this case, in addition to the second brother of the Academy, who would dare to bet like this?

Or, if Junmo is right, Ye Su will definitely close the sword. So is this still a gamble?

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The wide and straight iron sword left Jun Mo's hand, rubbing against the air at high speed, with a ray of bright light. Before the sword front, the stone steps were twisted and deformed, and no one dared to stop it!

The power of throwing is almost as if it was a difference between Liu Bai's sword outside the sky!

Just as Qi Nian's gaze was about to fall on the chessboard, the iron sword arrived.

The iron sword cut his gaze and landed on the chessboard.

Sixteen years apart. The word "sickness" spoken by Qi Nian was still floating inconspicuously in the autumn rain.

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Autumn rain was silent. The hall collapsed.

In the continuous booming roar, the Buddha Hall gradually collapsed. Turn into ruins.

The dust in the sky was gradually extinguished by the rain.

Junmo walked into the ruins of the Buddha's palace, his face was pale, his robe was slightly dirty, and his eyebrows were absolutely symmetrical in the past, even with the same number of left and right eyebrows.

He didn't see the chess board.

After a moment of silence, he picked up the iron sword that had been deformed from the bricks and wood in front of him, and his arms slowly straightened the iron sword-although it was not too straight, it was enough to cut people.

Then he looked at Qinian.

The first seat of Xuankong Temple Discipline Academy, after a moment of breathing, responded to some cultivation practices. His left hand was trembling. In the pool of blood in front of him, he picked up the blue bell left by the Buddha and threw it towards the steps!

Jun Mo didn't even look at it, stretched out his left hand to hold the brass bell in the air.

The remaining Buddha nature in Yulan Lingling felt the disrespect of this hand and shivered in anger.

Jun Mo's left hand was very stable, knuckles were slender, and the light of the bronze bell oozed out of his fingers.

His knuckles were pale and he tried hard.

With only a crackling sound, Yu Lanling turned into a broken copper in his palm!

Ning Que cannot contact Yu Lanling ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ That's because the Buddha decided that he was evil. Brother II was able to contact Yu Lanling, because even the breath left by the Buddha could feel his disrespect, but he could not think of him as evil.

Jun Mo is upright and confident, and he will never be fooled by any foreign objects. What's more, he is the most disgusted in his life. If his mind is all evil, what is your Buddha?

The sacred relics of the Buddhism were destroyed. Master Baoshu, who was the bell bearer, was heartbroken, and the heart of the Buddha was greatly shaken. His face became extremely pale, and he shouted angrily: "Junmo, how dare you!

Jun Mo glanced at the first one of the Xuankong Temple Discipline Academy, and the right hand holding the iron sword was slightly tight.

With only one sound, the left arm of Baoshu Dashu left his body and fell in autumn rain.

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(I'm really struggling. Everyone still has a monthly ticket. There are two more troubles. Encourage me. I can't hold it anymore. I'm exhausted physically and mentally. My brain is almost dried up.)

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