Chapter 333 Three tricks are also used to seal the Zen sacrifice

Mr. Mei Da and the barefooted old man Mei Er were shocked to hear that the mysterious swordsman had been ordered by the elders of the church to chase them back and not disturb the Zen sacrifices with Buddhism in the world.

The two old man heard the power of the mysterious swordsman and was about to say two polite words, but the owner of Mochou Valley was furious and shouted, "Wow, mysterious swordsman! If I don't leave, do you still dare to bully the teacher and destroy the ancestors?

The mysterious swordsman sighed: "If you don't leave, I have to follow the law enforcement in my religion and drive you back. As for bullying the teacher and destroying Zu Yunyun, let alone the younger generation is willing to take the teacher's high trick, and I will ask you to retreat in the difficulties."

The ghost almost fainted when he heard it, but Mr. Mingyue and Vanilla and others clapped their hands and laughed and said repeatedly, "Okay! OK! Worrying! You are perverse. Why don't you listen to the good advice of the mysterious brother? Go back to your Lanxi Mochou Valley quickly.

When the ghost saw it, he laughed angrily and said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense. I'm going to punish you guys today!"

Autumn Wind Twelve naturally turned to the master, and also said boldly, "Mr. Mingyue! Do you dare to fight against me?"

Mr. Mingyue carried his hands on his back and smiled indifferently: "If you want to win three moves, why three lilies!"

The second old man Meizhuang rode a tiger and it was difficult to get off. When he saw the ghost, the two masters and apprentices tried their best to fight. In addition to Linxuan, the other party also fell underground, they were also four people. The ghost saw that the master and apprentice made an appointment to fight against the mysterious swordsman and the son of Mingyue. The rest was Ouyang Huacan. Mr. Mei Er, a barefooted old man, just tried to rely on his broad waist and round strength, which was not to be afraid, and The last vanilla is the female disciple of Bixia Palace, which is enough to fight.

Therefore, the second old man of Meizhuang's heart was horizontal and stepped up. Mr. Mei Da said in a low voice, "Ghost old man, you just deal with the mysterious master and nephew. Twelve Lang, you have entangled the little white face. The rest will be handed over to us. We will help you after cleaning up."

The autumn wind said twelve: "Yes!"

East of the city, the ancient road, the sun has tilted to the west.

The mysterious swordsman holds a long sword, like the eternal ice and snow, and the red silk on the sword box behind it floats, as if the world is eternal at this moment, and the murderous atmosphere is strong.

Mochou Valley owner felt this murderous spirit and felt the pressure. The legendary sword demon heir taught the divine sword, but he rarely saw him take action, but from a burst of sword light just now, he had already felt that he was terrible.

Suddenly, the ghost saw the worry and took action, with a long roar, accompanied by a traceless flying knife, loud sound, the elephant invisible, and the cold light has long been integrated with the murderous spirit, which can be felt but invisible.

With a gentle sound, the sky and the earth became silent again.

The flying knife broke and fell into the dust. He saw that the mysterious swordsman had already changed into a sword in his right hand and pointed to the ground with the tip of the sword. No one saw how he took action. What a fast sword.

The ghostly pupil seems to be shrinking.

Mr. Mingyue smiled and knew that there was a mysterious swordsman, and he couldn't get any advantage of it. So he called Qiu Feng Twelve on the opposite side and said faintly, "Autumn Wind Twelve, aren't you going to fight against Sanlilies with me?"

Qiu Feng said harshly, "That's good!"

Mr. Mingyue smiled indifferently and still said faintly, "Believe it or not, you will be defeated."

The autumn wind laughed and said, "Haha! Arrogant! Although I am not your opponent, how can I lose within three moves? I'm going to have a good teacher!"

After saying that, Qiu Feng twelve flew up and knew that Mingyue could not do anything to kill him with three knives. He changed his stunt and did not retreat. He shouted, "Drink off the long flow!"

I saw that the knife gas of the flying knife actually hit a fan-sized light and broke the void.

Mr. Mingyue shouted, "Good luck! The first move, the immortal will show you the way!"

The bright moon son's true power turned backwards and emitted a blue faint light. Under the light of the red sun, it looks even more strange and bright.

At the same time, Meizhuang's two-year-old man Mei Da and barefoot Mei Er dared not miss the fighter and rushed to Ouyang Huacan and the vanilla of Bixia Palace.

In order to protect the vanilla, Ouyang Huacan roared, like a Taishan stone, and stood up to stop it.

Vanilla knew that it was still difficult to deal with a barefoot old man, not to mention Mr. Mei, who was much better in martial arts. At present, she also pulled out a short sword, quickly sacrificed him, and cut the sword to the drunken man.

Mr. Mei, who is not drunk, laughed and said, "The female doll's little behavior still wants to show off."

Mr. Mingyue saw that there had fought, and was afraid that Vanilla and Ouyang Huacan could not resist. If someone else was injured, it would be very bad. His men were no longer merciful. The fairy pointed out the way and broke through Qiu Feng 12's drinking and cut off the long flow. After waiting for him to react, he shouted, "Second move! The sword points to the vicissitudes!"

The right hand turned gas into a sword, and the purple flame sword was immediately thrown out and went straight to Qiufeng 12, and then Mr. Mingyue shouted: "The third move! Dragons fight in the wild!"

He sacrificed the blue wave sword again and then cast it out. The blue wave winding and pierced the sky, like a dragon swimming in the sky, chasing the purple flame sword.

The twelve terrible autumn winds quickly sent out several flying knives and rolled on the ground. It finally dodged the first sword of Mr. Mingyue's purple flame sword, and the second blue wave sword, which was fighting in the wild, could no longer avoid it. Seeing misfortune, his body was suddenly thrown far away by ghosts like a dry green onions, thrown directly between the willow branches and leaves, always It can be regarded as avoiding the dragon battle in the wild.

Qiu Fengshi picked up a life and came back. Even so, his clothes were cut several times by willow branches, and he was embarrassed.

When the ghost saw the battle with the mysterious swordsman, he was not distracted at all. As soon as he saved Qiu Feng 12, the flaws were exposed. The sword light of the mysterious swordsman had arrived. When the ghost saw the sorrow, he flew to dodge, flashed several feet away, and then shouted: "The golden needle crossed the disaster!"

A golden light reflected the sun and was dazzling. The wind broke through the air, and there was a scream. Obviously, the mysterious swordsman raised his long sword, shook the tip of the sword, took a sword flower, and shouted, "Step on the snow to find plum!"

The tip of the sword stirred the wind, and the sword spirit fluctuated, and the golden light of ghosts and sorrow fell obliquely from the side. The mysterious swordsman was still holding the sword in his right hand and pointing to the ground, as if nothing had happened, as if his heart was far away.

Mr. Mingyue really defeated Qiu Feng 12 in three moves. If it hadn't been for the ghost to stop him and throw out the autumn wind, he had already been dead on the ground. When he saw the mysterious swordsman, he broke the golden needle of ghosts in one move. As if he was winning, Mr. Mingyue was also relieved and hurried back to help Vanilla and Ouyang Huacan. The second old man of Zhanmeizhuang.

It turned out that the flying sword sacrificed by vanilla was blown away by Mr. Mei, who was not drunk, relying on Ouyang Huacan to stop the barefoot old man Mei Er desperately. Vanilla could only swim with the drunken man, and the shadow shuttled through the palm wind, and the tired breath was slightly and dangerous.