Chapter 182

As cold as the wind has been lying in the pool of blood, the blue sword robe has been torn into many holes, and the blue cloth is full of blood. Even if there are so many wounds on the body, the cold wind on the ground is stubbornly biting his teeth, frowning tightly, and holding himself silent. Sweat has already covered his cold forehead, and his delicate facial features are distorted because of pain Get up.

Zhao Jiuge is looking back at Zhang Pingquan's happy smile. He doesn't know what it is. He is as cold as wind to deal with both of them. What's more, it's strange not to be beaten up like this to deal with these five at the same time. It's not surprising that these three strange teenagers are Chen Jie whom Zhang Pingquan once said.

"People of xuanqifeng, I'll take care of you." Zhao Jiuge hysterical roar way, face ferocious, after the roar, with the anger in the heart, fierce stride to Ling Longbiao.

He has solved three disciples of xuanqifeng, and there are nine disciples of xuanqifeng at the top of the mountain. Zhao Jiuge would like to kill the disciples of xuantianfeng one by one, but before that, he has to deal with Ling Longbiao!

Xuantianfeng square.

More than a thousand people saw that Leng Rufeng was beaten up like that. They were filled with indignation one by one. Their faces were full of atmosphere. Those with bad temper began to curse. They threatened to beat up the disciples of xuanqifeng no matter who they were. More importantly, they clenched their fists tightly and held their breath to continue to watch the development of things.

At the moment, the disciples of xuantianfeng, no matter who they are, are all raised in their hearts and nervously look at Wuhua peak.

Fate makes them gather in Xuantian Jianmen to practice together, and xuantianfeng's honor keeps their hearts together.

"Third Elder martial brother, do you think xuantianfeng can still keep the place this time?" The lovely gauze that white tender small face some worry asks a way.

"I don't know. I'll see it later." Wu Kaishan frowned slightly and shook his head.

Gauze shut up and said a light cry in her heart. Come on, younger martial brother.

Zhao Jiuge looks indifferent and looks at Ling Longbiao. Then he doesn't talk nonsense. With the golden light all over his body, he rolls up the residual spiritual power and pushes the effect of the Sanskrit holy body to the extreme. Before Chen Jie and the five people can't react, he has to solve Ling Longbiao.

Because Zhao Jiuge's whole face was not good and angry, and the shadow of the Laughing Buddha around him seemed solemn and solemn. No matter whether Zhao Jiuge ran or walked, this shadow always covered him firmly.

Although Ling Longbiao, who was burned by Zijin real fire, successfully withstood the fire all over the sky, his white and delicate face had turned black, and even half of his young hair curled up slightly. It was a sign that he had been burned a little. Ling Longbiao sniffed his nose and smelled a smell of paste, which made his mood which had just calmed down from his panic rise again, but he didn't have it in his heart A little angry that is a lie, again and again by Zhao Jiuge clean up.

Seeing Zhao Jiuge running to himself again, Ling Longbiao licked his lips, and his eyes flashed with a cruel intention. He tried hard to stimulate the spiritual power in his body, and the golden spirit weapon flying sword in his hand was still dazzling. In the middle period of building the foundation state, he did not believe that he was worse than Zhao Jiuge. What's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's! With such an idea, Ling Longbiao also with his own heart of anger, hard and hard and Zhao Jiuge hedge, want to have a high and low.

The fluorescent light around the golden flying sword in his hand has already flowed rapidly. The sword body trembles slightly because of the output of spiritual power, and it is singing softly.

But at the moment, Zhao Jiuge, in his fury, was so angry that he could not compare with him, with the arrogant golden aura and the mysterious shadow of Buddha.

In the air, because Zhao Jiuge's fierce running emits distorted light curtain. Zhao Jiuge's little spiritual power is also in rapid decline and consumption.

"Ah..."

A roar, Zhao Jiuge clenched his fist, surrounded by a fierce golden aura. In the tense expression of the crowd, he roared to Ling Longbiao's spirit weapon flying sword.

"Bang..."

A huge roar came from the top of Wuhua peak with the collision of gold and iron objects. Then the sound started from the top of the mountain and stopped around.

This time, Ling Longbiao integrated his right hand's mouth, which broke open and overflowed with blood. Because of the influence of his body's breath, his chest was stuffy, his throat was sweet, and his mouth was full of blood.

Zhao Jiuge can't feel where he is under this fist. After all, the spirit weapon is always spiritual. Besides, the lean camel is bigger than the horse. His whole right arm is numb and trembling slightly. His right sleeve is torn by his face. If it is not for the practice of Sanskrit, his right arm is a kind of shape and has changed a little. I'm afraid Facing Ling Longbiao's spirit weapon, the flying sword will be directly discarded.

At first, there are two or three layers of spiritual power. After this, there is very little left. There is about one more layer. The spirit power is about to run out of oil and the lamp is dry. But before that, it is enough to clean up Ling Longbiao. Zhao Jiuge has a trace of coldness in his eyes. At the thought of cold as wind still lying in the pool of blood and groaning, Zhao Jiuge's anger is more serious. Where is he now Hand tube.

Although the right hand is numb, the left hand is still there. The spiritual power in the body is immediately mobilized and released. The spiritual power is externalized. A golden stream of spiritual power flows out of the body immediately. There is a little white fog around these spiritual powers, with a chill.When these spiritual powers appeared, they took photos of Ling Longbiao with endless prestige. Zhao Jiuge with the earth shaking like a blow fly, the body is still retreating, where he did not stand so fast reaction to resist the spiritual power containing attributes.

"Pooh."

A mouthful of blood quickly spewed out of Ling Longbiao's mouth, with anger and reluctance in his eyes, and soon the blood stopped suddenly. A dense layer of blue and white frost appeared on the surface of Ling Longbiao's body. Under the package of this spiritual power, Ling Longbiao was seriously injured, and even the disciples in charge of the church had no time to rescue him.

under the cover of that layer of ice, the breath of Ling Longbiao was withered to the extreme point, but the breath of the whole person was still at least, even when Zhao Jiuge still had some ideas, Want to continue to hand, the sky, a black robed youth with the momentum of running thunder, a flash of light rolled up Ling Longbiao.

Although the young man in black is a disciple of the church, he is also a disciple of xuanqifeng. With a sense of oppression, he covers Zhao Jiuge and shouts, "what a cruel boy, the other party has lost his fighting power. Why should he hurt his hand?"

Zhao Jiuge, who was about to run out of spiritual power, was on the verge of falling under the pressure of the fluctuation of spiritual power. The cultivation of these church disciples was not comparable to that of a new disciple.

However, even though Zhao Jiuge clearly felt a burst of tightness in his chest and the pain of squeezing from his bones, he still had the same complexion. On the contrary, he still had a freezing expression and said after a cold hum, "Jin Gang's angry eyes can only kill him. Bodhisattvas are merciful to the world, but some people are not qualified to do so. "

As for the Buddhist Scripture, more and more Buddhist pithy formulas appear with practice. Zhao Jiuge has already known that these are all Buddhist skills and Dharma decisions. At the same time, he has some secret joy. This is also a clue. In the future, you can check the whereabouts of Ye Wuyou, who taught his own skills. However, in addition to yewuyou's saying about xiaoyaogu, there is no clue left This method and resolution are very powerful, and they certainly have a good origin. But apart from one of the seven sacred sites, I don't know anything about other holy places.

When he heard Zhao Jiuge's unconvinced words and the young man in black wanted to say something more, another young man with a cold face came, and his arrival made the sense of danger and pressure covering Zhao Jiuge disappear in an instant.

"Hum, as a disciple of the church, you dare not seek personal gain for public. The teaching only allows us to rescue people, but you don't want you to bully others by your identity. If you are rescued, you can leave immediately. Don't affect the continuation of the training. Don't take the person down for treatment!"

The chilly young man came and said to each other. Looking at this situation, Zhao Jiuge secretly guessed whether this elder martial brother would be their Xuantian peak.

Hearing the voice of the cold young man, the black robed youth's look changed. After glancing at Zhao Jiuge, he took Ling Longbiao and flew away immediately. Then the cold young man immediately followed him with the cold wind in the pool of blood.

All this happened between the electric light and the flint, and everyone had not responded to Ling Longbiao's serious injury. In addition to dealing with Bai Qingqing's Zhang Ping and persuading the other two xuanqifeng disciples, only Zhao Jiuge and Chen Jie were left, as well as the two who had previously dealt with Leng Rufeng.

There are Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing in xuantianfeng, and there are eight people in xuanqifeng!

Although Bai Qingqing still seems a little relaxed, Zhao Jiuge's spiritual power is almost exhausted!

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"It's a man of gold and fury. I can't kill him." Xiaofeng elder's expression is mysterious and unpredictable, and his eyes are empty, and he says with admiration.

Wen Yan, including Jian Wuxin, was shocked at the same time. Fortunately, Xuantian Jianmen didn't prohibit the Taoist and Buddhist school's Kung Fu and FA Jue. On the contrary, it encouraged the disciples to accommodate the masters of other schools. Even many of the Dharma and skills that needed to be exchanged in the treasure house were handed down from other schools.

Jian unintentionally loves Zhao Jiuge more and more. He has nothing to say about his temperament or quality. Although his aptitude is somewhat unsatisfactory, he can make up for his weakness with diligence.

Although Zhao Jiuge has already reached the goal of building the foundation and has reached the conditions of the inner gate, there is still the last level that is afraid that Zhao Jiuge can't cross the ridge. Even he can't change that level, which is what everyone has to go through. For a moment, Jian's careless face showed a little worry.

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