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Whoosh!

Rushi was about to crush Lu Beiyou's body. Suddenly a white dagger flew out of his sleeve and cut the golden arm in two.

Lu Beiyou fell to the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Lu Yao!

Master Xuanyuan said that Lu Yao's sword Spirit fell into a deep sleep and didn't know when to wake up.

But I never thought that it would be this time. Lu Beiyou would rather not let her wake up.

Run!

Lu Beiyou looks at Lu Yao and tears are left in his eyes.

Rushi's peaceful face also flashed a little surprise. I didn't expect that this small sword could cut off his own road. It also made him a little curious.

However, he only stayed at the level of curiosity. At this time, the Buddha had already suppressed the "pure Yang" sword spirit in the purple gold bowl, while the Dragon finch in the sword bag behind Lu Beiyou and the Eastern Emperor's mother sang together, and Lu Beiyou was still silent.

At this time, we must not let the old bald donkey see the Eastern Emperor, otherwise it will be a disaster.

"Benefactor Lu, I didn't expect to have such a weapon on my body. I'm lost, but I'm afraid I won't be so lucky next time."

As he spoke, the Buddha took a step forward and stretched out his last hand, which was a fork. The sharp light was about to come to the north.

Lu Yao rises out of thin air, turns into a white awn and cuts it off. But the Buddha is not a layman, and the white awn disappears with one hand.

Lu Yao flies upside down and falls on Lu Beiyou's side. His sword is broken.

Lu Beiyou felt angry at the moment, but he was helpless. He absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and repaired his injury.

At the same time, his breath began to rise again, the flesh and blood recast bit by bit, and the breath gradually became calm.

The sky became more and more gloomy. In the end, it turned out that there was a continuous thunderstorm. The strong wind suddenly rolled up the dust all over the sky, and the peach blossom petals outside the walls of the prime minister's mansion danced all over the sky.

Lu Beiyou picked up Lu Yao with a trembling hand, and chuyang, who was tied to his hand, had lost his spirit. His eyes became red gradually, and he roared at the sky, "old bald donkey! I want you to die

On the sky, a black cave was slowly formed. The terrible suction was like trying to suck everything in the world.

And at the moment of Ru Shi, looking up at the terrible vision of the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"If you don't ask, you must take the master's words with you."

At the same time, zhenyuange, who is enjoying tea with tianjizi in Beishan, suddenly feels something in general and suddenly looks up to the north.

And the day machine son is also perceived what abnormal, a face of solemnity. "What's that direction?"

Zhenyuan song nodded, took the tea cup in front of him and drank it, "the truth of the world will be handed over to you, master tianjizi. Please start as soon as possible. I'm going to ask Shifu now. I'm afraid my younger martial brother is in big trouble. "

Tianjizi stood up and nodded. Zhenyuan song walked towards the North Mountain Pavilion.

After stepping on the Qingshiban road and bypassing the bamboo grove, zhenyuange stood in front of the pavilion and bowed, "I've seen a great master."

Fan Qingshan, who was staring at the chessboard in front of him, didn't speak. He just waved his hand to zhenyuange to sit down in front of him.

"Master..."

"I know what you want to say. The Qi luck of Beishan has been tossed by you before, but it hasn't come back yet. That's why the old bald donkey dares to break through the barrier and enter the world by force at this time to fight for the orthodoxy. "

Zhenyuan song nodded and continued to say: "but master, the cause and effect falls on me, and it should not be borne by younger martial brother."

Hearing this sentence, fan Qingshan was stunned for a moment. Then he looked up at Zhenyuan song and said with a smile, "think about it?"

Zhenyuan song nodded, "think about it."

Fan Qingshan didn't say anything more. He just waved to zhenyuange to leave. But Zhenyuan song seems to have some worries, but he doesn't say it. He just stands in front of fan Qingshan and looks tangled.

"Go, don't worry. The guy named Wei Xian has no better temper than me. "

Zhenyuan song can't help laughing when he hears the words, "that's good."

Finish saying, head also don't return, back toward the pavilion to leave, just one step, one is very close.

Fan Qingshan looked down at the chessboard on the table. There was a crack on the white one, but the black one was smoother.

"Old bald donkey, dare to hurt my disciples, I really think that the north mountain is made of soft persimmon!"

Fan Qingshan took a black spot from the chessboard, held it in his palm, gritted his teeth and said, "you should take away this gift from Beishan."

On the horse road of Liangzhou, a little Shami was panting all the way.

His name is Buwen. He is a disciple of the sage of langtuo temple. Now he is going to take the message from the abbot to rush back to langtuo temple.

However, no matter what, even if he was blessed by Rushi, he was a child, and his physical strength was gradually exhausted.Came to a Wutong tree, holding the trunk and breathing heavily.

"Little monk, do you know the way to langtuo temple?"

When he was ready to go back on the road without asking about a good rest, a kind old man with white hair suddenly appeared in front of him.

Don't ask don't from vigilance of backward step, sternly way: "who are you?"

The old man was stunned when he heard the question he didn't ask. He patted his head and said with a smile, "I'm sorry. You see, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is mo Weixian, the second master of Beishan."

Don't ask to hear, small face instant change color, back up a few steps, turn around to run away, but Mo Weixian a hold.

"Little monk, do you know me?"

Don't ask to see oneself is caught, turn a head to see to a face doubt of Mo Wei Xian, can't help but swallow saliva, the forehead is also full of thin sweat.

"No, I don't know."

Mo Weixian nodded with a smile, and then said in a voice, "please show me the way, little monk."

Don't ask want to refuse, but I don't know why in Mo Weixian's eyes, he didn't have a trace of resistance desire, terror, this is absolute suppression!

At the moment, there is only one thought in my heart, "master, you must save me!"

The body is involuntarily led by Mo Weixian towards Liangzhou. In a few steps, they have disappeared on the horse path. Once the breeze passed, only a few leaves rolled up and blew away.

The storm became more and more fierce. With Lu Beiyou as the center, there was an empty space around, and no one dared to step on it.

Those who wanted to retaliate against Lu Beiyou and others stepped back. This battle is no longer for them to take part in.

And they're lucky to be able to get out of here safely now.

The Buddha sat down on the ground in the storm, chanting the Sanskrit mantra in his mouth. On that day, the Buddha sat down with his fingers in the shape of a lotus.

Before long, Rushi suddenly opened his eyes and said softly, "benefactor Lu, you are stunned!"