Li Ruoxi and Mama Ye combined their swords, and the two of them performed the same set of swordsmanship, only to see a sword like flowing fire, a sword like autumn water, water and fire coexisting, forcing Gu Moshi not to be careless, and to deal with it carefully.
A sword out, such as a flood of autumn water, sparkling, covered a void, suddenly, a cluster of flames between the rippling water waves suddenly flashed, like the sunrise in the east, jumping out from the blue waves of thousands of miles, in an instant radiant light, reflecting the sky.
Mama Ye's sword was as strong as fire, and there was a majestic momentum of the great sun between the swings, opening and closing, and every time she struck, the void was torn apart.
And Li Ruoxi's sword is like a stream of autumn water, quiet and quiet, as clear as a mirror, moving like flowing water, pervasive, galloping.
With the cultivation and swordsmanship of the two of them, if they are one-on-one, they are obviously not Kumosh's opponents.
However, when the two of them were together, echoing each other, they figured it out, attacking with one sword and defending with one sword, so that Kumashh could hardly find a flaw.
Gu Moshi was originally born in the Great Jialan Temple of Western Tianzhu, and he joined the Great Snow Mountain halfway, and his purpose was to cultivate the supreme mastery of the Great Snow Mountain.
However, because he joined halfway, his cultivation is extremely complicated, in addition to the inheritance of the Great Snow Mountain, there are also a variety of unique learnings in the Great Jialan Temple.
At this time, what he performed was a martial art of the Great Jialan Temple, called "Vajra Body Protection Dafa", which was infused into the robe with true qi, turning a robe into an indestructible armor, just like an iron turtle, making people have nowhere to start.
Gu Moshi blessed his body with the Vajra Body Protection Dafa, so that Ye Mama and Li Ruoxi's attacks were fruitless many times, and in the face of such an iron turtle, he could only cry out in vain.
A robe made Kumashh invincible, and he was able to attack as much as he wanted, flicking off the long swords of the two with the fingers of the king of Ming from time to time, and counterattacking with fierce palms.
Kumosh was one against two, and he didn't fall behind at all, and even vaguely took the initiative.
If it goes on like this, for a long time, because of the over-fighting and lack of stamina, Mama Ye and Li Ruoxi, in the face of the profound Gumosh, the outcome is not optimistic.
The three of them fought fiercely like fire, with swords flashing and palms like thunder, and it seemed that they would not stop if they didn't knock one side down.
On the other side, Da Zizi was not idle, he turned his palm into a knife, using his metallic fingers as a blade, and slashed at Zhao Wushu with his palm, and there was a faint sound of a knife.
Zhao Wushu no longer giggled, with words, the true yuan in the body walked along the Great Zhou Tian, its momentum was like a big river, and the majestic internal force was condensed on the palms, only to see a pair of fleshy palms lingering with golden light, just like the Buddha's hand, gently pushing, to purify all sentient beings.
A young man with black hair and a body full of red dust, but he made a solemn appearance, gently pushed out a palm, and the golden glow between his fingers was full of appearance.
If he utters the Buddha's name again at this time, it really makes people wonder whether he is a monk or a monk A palm across the sky, the golden light is permeated, under the reflection of the light, giving people an illusion, it seems that it is not a human palm, but the compassionate Buddha from another time and space, across the endless distance, to the world, to surpass the little monk who does not abide by the rules and precepts.
The strong King Kong palm met the palm knife of Da Zizi, and there was a loud bang, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, around the beam endlessly, and the place where the two palms hit each other was tumbling, and the sound waves were mighty.
This time, Da Zizi obviously suffered again, because he "smack" and took five steps backwards in a row before he shook his body and barely stood up.
And his opponent, Zhao Wuving, was standing firmly on the ground, except for the flamboyant black hair and the stirring robe, there was no difference in the slightest.
"Little monk, your martial arts won't be learned from your master, how can you be soft and don't have a little strength to be a monk, you have to be a monk, learn from the Buddha to be a vajra anger, how can you be like a woman to mess with flowers and grass, could it be that you really intend to go to the gentle workshop to sell laughter" Zhao Wuyi glanced at him and said very unscrupulously.
Da Zizi laughed angrily, pointed at Zhao Wushu with his finger, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, for a long time, he spit out a mouthful of old blood with a "poof", his body shook violently, and he was almost unstable on his feet.
The little maid Calyx had a pair of small eyes, but at this time she was wide open, and her small cherry mouth was exaggeratedly open, but she forgot to close them.
She was so shocked and too adored that she couldn't imagine that the most powerful thing about this bad boy was not his martial arts, but that mouth.
I don't know how long that mouth is, it's too vicious, just a few words, the little monk is so angry that he vomits blood, look at that posture, if it happens twice, he doesn't need to make a move.
The little maid Calyx even had an impulse in her heart, she wanted to pounce on Zhao Wushu and press it to see what was different about that mouth.
If Zhao Wudi knew what Calyx thought, he would probably die head-on.
What do you think, a good man is compared to a woman with a long tongue, how can you make him embarrassed Da Zi swayed for a long time before he stood firm, but his face was as pale as snow, and he couldn't see a trace of blood.
Zhao Wudi slowly raised his legs and walked towards Da Zizi, which frightened Da Zizi, and said, "What do you want to do?"
"Hehe, you and I have already done it, we are mortal enemies, what do you say I want to do" Zhao Wudi smiled faintly.
Da Zizi was ashamed, and he wanted to give himself a big mouth, and for the first time in this life, he was frustrated, and he was unbalanced and said such a retarded thing.
They are enemies between them, and in order to win, they naturally rely on their own means, and they do everything they can, even if they take advantage of the danger of others, it is understandable, and it is difficult to show mercy to the other party's subordinates He sighed, he had made a decision in his heart, raised his eyes to look at Zhao Wuving, but his eyes became calm, and said: "A manly man, if you die, you will die, how can you be free to learn the arts, and if you are not good at learning, you will not be able to complain about Brother Zhao tonight, and you will not be able to complain about others, and please give Brother Zhao a good time."
After he said this, he closed his eyes, his face was calm, and he seemed to be bent on death.
Zhao Wushu didn't speak, just looked at Da Zizi, the atmosphere in the small temple suddenly became weird, and even Gu Moshi forced back Ye Mama and Li Ruoxi with two palms in succession, jumped out of the circle, and shouted: "Stop for the time being" He didn't want to fight anymore, compared to the life and death of Da Freedom, the junior disciples who died in the past were nothing.
As long as Mama Ye doesn't die, the revenge of the junior brother will have a chance after all, but if Dazi dies and dies in front of him, how can you let him face the anger of King Dademing Da Zizai is the youngest of the four personal disciples of King Da Deming, but he is the highest cultivator, and he is extremely talented and amazing, and is known as the most promising figure in the Great Snow Mountain for thousands of years.
One is a genius who has not been born for thousands of years, and the other is a junior disciple who has been dead for many years, and it is not difficult for Kumashh to choose
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