Kumoshi, the head of the four protectors of the Great Snow Mountain, is profoundly cultivated and respected, and can be called a number of virtuous monks in the world.
Now, what he did and said made Zhao Wushu roll his eyes, and the respect for these masters in his heart was shattered in an instant.
A sword stabbed out, the blade of the sword trembled slightly, and it let out a soft roar, rolling up a cloud of fire and rolling towards the Gumosh.
Although Kumoshi did not forget to take advantage of the quarrel, and there was no ambiguity under his hands, I saw him shouting a Buddha name, his whole body was full of true qi, and he came out through his body, puffing up the wide monk's robe, and the whole person was like a big ball, and the momentum was compelling.
He stretched out his left index finger and pointed it on the spine of the Lihuo Sword, only to see that the Lihuo Sword, which was as fast as lightning, was slightly stagnant for a moment, with the help of this moment, his figure flashed, his big sleeves brushed on the sword, and the whole person slid sideways like a cloud of flowing water, let go of the Lihuo Sword, reached out with his right hand, and slapped his palm on Mama Ye's right chest.
Both of them are masters in the world, and the fight was only a moment, but Zhao Wudi before the Big Buddha still saw a trace of unusualness.
Mama Ye has profound skills, the sword pharaoh is spicy, and she shoots extremely fast, but Hu Seng Gu Moshi did not take out a weapon, but only used a pair of fleshy palms to use an empty-handed white blade to fight against Mama Ye's fire sword, and she did not fall behind at all.
It's Gu Mo Shi Na Da, who is self-sustaining and profound, and doesn't look at Mama Ye in his eyes As the saying goes, "The lion fights the rabbit, and it still uses all its strength", let alone a guy like Kumosh who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal At the moment when the two fought, Zhao Wushu noticed that the left index finger of Kumosh's sword was very unusual, it was originally a finger composed of flesh and blood, but there was no trace of blood, silver and white as jade, exuding a metallic luster.
It was as if it weren't fingers, but a heavy weapon made of Mithril, hard enough to withstand all the sharp weapons in the world.
Zhao Wudi couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart, a person can actually train his fingers to be comparable to metal, it can be said that the world is big, there are no wonders, and it is really not to underestimate the heroes of the world.
In fact, this is simply because Zhao Wushu is rare and strange, and he doesn't know anything about the inheritance of the Great Snow Mountain.
What Gu Moshi used was the supreme mastery of the Great Snow Mountain, and the king of the Ming Dynasty held his fingers and practiced to the extreme, and the whole hand was like gold and iron casting, nothing could be broken, and nothing could be destroyed.
King Ming's fingers, although it seems to be an empty-handed exercise, but in fact it is also a weapon, or the top weapon, ranking second on the weapon spectrum in the past, so that many heroes in the world are afraid like tigers The five fingers of Kumosh's right hand were open, the palm was red, and there was a faint black gas lingering, carrying a strong gust of wind, which was unstoppable.
Mama Ye walked away with a sword, secretly screaming in her heart, her toes were a little, her thin body twisted, and she actually moved a few feet to the side between the lightning and flint, letting go of Gu Moshi's sharp blow.
Her body had not yet stopped, but the sword in her hand did not pause in the slightest, and the tip of the sword circled and swiped, cutting the veins of Kumosh's wrist horizontally, attacking and saving him.
Mama Ye's sword is fierce, her shots are old and spicy, and she often attacks from incredible angles, which brings a lot of trouble to Kumosh.
And Kumashh has profound skills, both internal and external, and his whole body is full of true energy, and a monk's robe is like an armor made of gold and iron, covering all the lives of the whole body, making people have nowhere to start.
Mama Ye faced Gumosh, and there was a feeling of "a tiger biting a hedgehog and nowhere to go".
There weren't many targets she could attack, none other than Kumashh's exposed head and hands.
But a person's head target is too small, and because his two hands have practiced the Ming King's Flower Fingers, they are not afraid of swords, which are comparable to killing weapons.
One sword is light and smart, and the other is profound, and the defense is perverted, and for a while, the fight is extremely fierce and difficult to solve.
When Gu Moshi forced Mama Ye, Da Zi was confident, and he didn't look the slightest worried, and he seemed to be full of confidence in Gu Moshi.
He is dressed as white as snow, with a shiny head, smiling, full of appearance, and his clothes blown by the evening breeze, he has the appearance of a flying fairy.
He was not idle, he actually walked towards Li Ruoxi, a touch of lightness appeared on his delicate face, and said: "An old beggar, an old monk, fighting endlessly for the bad things of the past, what is there to see."
The little lady is young and young, her appearance is incomparable, this appearance, this figure is really itchy, it is better to let the little monk practice the Zen of joy with you" "I'm a bad monk with a rotten stomach, and you actually uttered foul language, disrespectful to the young master of my family" Hua Yu was annoyed, and hurriedly rushed forward to stop Da Zizai, one hand crossed his waist, and the other pointed at Da Zizi, and scolded fiercely.
Da Ziyi's words made her very disappointed, and her good impression of him disappeared in an instant.
You are a shameless dead monk, you dare to take the initiative to crook your head to our family, it is simply "a toad wants to eat swan meat", and you don't pee to see what you look like "Flower language, come back soon" Li Ruoxi was shocked by the recklessness of flower language.
Da Zizi's footsteps did not stop, his face was still smiling, and even his eyes were still staring at Li Ruoxi, but he just flicked his hand and stretched out the index finger of his left hand lightly Suddenly, the voice of Huayu stopped abruptly, a pair of big eyes were still open, the small mouth was open, and a small hole appeared on the white forehead, and blood came out of the hole, its color was red, its shape was like a flower, and its position was like a beauty mole.
Zhao Wudi's body stiffened, and he couldn't bear it in his heart.
He knew that the flower language had died of incense, and he had died under the finger of Da Zi, and the green finger at that time was also shining with metallic luster.
Although they know that they have a grudge, it is inevitable that there will be a fight when they meet tonight, and who lives and who dies is a normal thing, and it is not worth making a fuss.
And he, Zhao Wuving, is not a scholar who is full of sage books and has never seen blood, he is a human being in two lives, how can he not kill one person in ten steps, and even a woman has not been killed.
However, he asked himself that he had never killed an innocent person, but whoever died at his hands was either an enemy on the battlefield or a vicious person, no matter how you look at it, it can't be compared with the little maid Huayu.
The demon monk Dazi is really a ruthless guy, and he destroys flowers without hesitation, and without even frowning, he takes away a living life.
This made Zhao Wudi's heart shake, and he no longer insisted on standing idly by, he felt that something should be done.
In any case, Daxue Mountain is the inheritance of the Hu people, and Li Ruoxi is a Tang person no matter how he looks at it, and in the face of the dispute between Hu and Han, it is not difficult for Zhao Wuving, who is a descendant of the Han family, to choose.
Hua Yu's body fell softly, and a pair of big eyes were still wide open, as if he was questioning the heavens, why did he do this to her The calyx of "Flower Language" screamed sadly, miserable and miserable, and it was sad.
She was about to rush forward without thinking about it, but was grabbed by Li Ruoxi, pushed it gently, and made the calyx fly up gently with a skillful force, falling in the opposite direction.
Li Ruoxi had a sad look in his eyes and anger, but he suppressed his anger, didn't let himself be distracted, stepped forward, and greeted Da Ziyi
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