Chapter 228 The Opportunity to Break the Trouble

The evening breeze is still slow, but there is a little more chill, and the night is silent, but it makes people feel a little more painful to breathe.

Looking around, he saw that everyone had been captured by these sudden assassins in black. Chai Qingyun couldn't help staring angrily. Crispy pine did not move because of anger. He bit his teeth and shouted angrily, "I have never seen any brocade. Even if there is, I will not give it to you, the thief!"

"Okay, that's great!"

Hearing this sound, Yang Yanzhao, who struggled to get up, smiled. In the present situation, Buddha will definitely not leave a living mouth. Instead of groveling, it is better to straighten up. Even if you fall down, there must be arrogance that others cannot be blasphemed.

Hearing the words, the man in black turned his face, his eyes were cold, and he stared at him for a long time, as if he were looking at the dying man, and there was some pity in his eyes.

The wind stroked the weeds by the river, beat the unextingeded bonfire, and also raised the clothes of the man in black and the flickering figure.

"Since you don't want to fall down, then go to hell!"

It was another powerful momentum that directly destroyed his mind. Yang Yanzhao wanted to dodge, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't move for a long time. The Yuxu in his chest did not appear at all at this moment, which was the last expectation in his heart.

In this case, it was up to fate. Listening to the exclamation of several women in my ears, the corners of the bloody mouth were curved up. This smile, with contempt and disdain, can't help but make people in a trance. Even if the Buddha is weak, he still has the calmness to look at everything.

No panic, no fear, no more kneeling and begging for life.

It was also the appearance of this smile. The man in black frowned, the cold light in his eyes was even better, and his fists rose a little more, tearing layers of air and hitting Yang Yanzhao's chest.

Several feet away, Guo Huai's forehead was full of sweat. He suddenly opened his eyes. When he was about to jump up, he saw a flying sword flying quickly. The sword body was cold, like a poisonous snake spitting letters in the night, and rushed straight to Yang Yanzhao's man in black.

"Wang!"

He quickly retreated to one side. The chest of the leader in black had been cut several times. Although he did not hurt his flesh and blood, he also looked quite embarrassed. There was obviously panic in his confident eyes, and he could only keep retreating to avoid the chasing sword.

Seeing the situation, Yang Yanzhao turned his head. Far away, a dozen figures floated against the wind, but the time was already in front of him.

The group of people are all brown wide-sleeved robes, with their hair tied high, and they carry a three-foot-long bronze sword behind them. The leader has a wide mouth, long beard and temples, moving with the wind. At this moment, the scabbard is empty without a sword, and the where of the sword is unknown.

He took a look at Yang Yanzhao, took out a brocade bag from his arms, and threw it casually. Later, he glanced around and floated gently on the grass on the riverside dozens of feet away. He actually pillowed his hands and lay leisurely against the moon.

"The old man can't stand the toss. Since they only have some small fish and shrimps, it's up to you bastards to solve it."

When the voice fell, he stopped talking, and those other people in brown robes pulled out their green sharp blades and killed the people in black of the Buddha sect.

Although he didn't understand who came, since the other party rescued him, he finally saved his life and coughed. Yang Yanzhao opened the kit and saw a warm red pill.

Without any hesitation, he put the pill into his mouth, and immediately turned into a warmth. He went down his tongue and teeth and swam between the muscles and veins, which greatly reduced the pain all over his body, and the snowy sea of Dantian was even more faintly angry.

Feeling that this trace of abnormality, Yang Yanzhao understood that he had a great opportunity. He looked up and looked at the situation. The disciples of the Buddha Sect had been suppressed by the flying sword dancing all over the sky, and Luo's daughter was investigating everyone's injuries.

"Brother Yanzhao, cross your knees and adjust your breath. Don't waste your uncle's Fuling snow lotus pill."

The voice thought in his ear and turned around. Guo Huai didn't know when he had sat up and nodded slightly. Although Yang Yanzhao had doubts about his previous abnormality in his heart, after getting along with him for many days, he naturally knew that there must be fate, and at this moment, the warmth in his body became stronger and stronger, so he didn't think too much and hurriedly followed Guo. As Huai said, he crossed his knees and wanted to take this opportunity to break the energy that had trapped him for a long time.

The mind is sinking, and the five knowledge are open. Yang Yanzhao's breath is smooth, and he spitting out the aura between heaven and earth. In a short time, he integrated into the divine sea.

Even if you don't open your eyes, the fighting scene is still clear and abnormal. Under the fine wind, it seems to see wisps of grass moving, and the veins are extremely clear.

On the riverside, the old man in brown robe seemed to be asleep, and the sound of deep sleep was long. Around him, the river was sparkling. At a glance, he could see several small fish swimming comfortably on the edge of the deep water grass.

Raise your head again, the night is still dark, covering the sky and the moon, but there is more light in the spiritual sea, like the stars in the sky lighting up the faint sky.

This feeling is so good.

Just as Yang Yanzhao was silent in this unprecedented world, the silent jade in his chest just flashed a trace of green, but it was pasted by a fast-flying yellow spiritual charm. Suddenly, the light dissipated and fell silent in his arms again.

"Fortunately, the Zhenlingfu that I got from my teacher has always been carrying it. If not, it's really out of the basket."

He muttered to himself, like a dream from a long sleep. Later, the old man in the brown robe turned his sideways and snored slightly, and the sword shadow in the distance had nothing to do with him.

The first bronze ancient sword to fly out is engraved with clouds and smoke and dust. The cold light is compelling. The leader of the man in black who chases him is retreating, but when he looks carefully, the sword is wrapped in dust, and it is actually an unopened sword.

"Wow...!"

The night clothes on the chest have been torn countless times, and the white clothes are also dyed red. Finally, looking at the few men, the leader in black shouted in a low voice, "Withdraw!"

But when he turned around and fled, more than a dozen swords were spilled and took the lives of the two people. After seeing that less than ten people left, the middle-aged man with one face waved his hand to stop the doorman from chasing, took away the long sword, and bowed and stood beside the sleeping old man.

And the bronze ancient sword hovered a little in mid-air and flew straight into the scabbard behind the old man in brown robe.

"I've met Uncle Ming."

Guo Huai got up and walked to the old man and saluted. The latter did not open his eyes, but his head moved slightly, while the other people in brown robes bowed and whispered, "I've seen Brother Guo."

On one side, Luo's daughter was giving acupuncture to the members of the poisonous scorpion. Ba Mei looked at Yang Yanzhao, who was sitting on the ground, and there was still blood on his mouth. She couldn't help but be anxious. She wanted to investigate, but she was pulled by Chai Qingyun beside her.

"Yuer, Liulang is at a critical moment. Don't disturb me."

Hearing this, Ba Mei then noticed that in the chaotic aura around her fighting, there seemed to be an unusually fresh and pure breath emanating from Yang Yanzhao. She immediately stopped moving forward, turned around, tightly pulled the wind's hand, and stared with her with her big eyes, for fear of a slight difference.

Yang Yanzhao didn't know all this. His consciousness wandered between heaven and earth, and he didn't know how long it took him to get into his body. The 'Kui Yanjing' heart functioned quickly, and the aura that had been quieted by the escape of the disciples of Buddhism rushed around again, and even turned into a water flow visible to the naked eye, entangled around Yang. Yan Zhao's whole body.

The aura was like a tide and rushed to the place of Dantian. Yang Yanzhao's consciousness became brighter and brighter. He felt that the opportunity to break through the realm was in front of him, and the surrounding aura rushed over.

"Boom!"

The divine consciousness was like Hong Zhong Da Lv exploded. He suddenly felt that his eyes were black, and his chest was full of blood. After a while, the blood overflowed along the corners of his mouth.

Under the hard work, Yang Yanzhao hurriedly practiced the 'Tianchen Secret', which he accidentally got after breaking through the realm half a year ago. The 'Kuiyanjing' is strong and powerful, and can be used as a break-through. After failure, he can use its vigorous vitality to adjust the interest and reduce the damage.

The 'Tianchen Jue' skill was running fast, and the water-like aura suddenly became faint, turning into bursts of smoke, wrapping Yang Yanzhao.

Seeing this vision, Guo Huai and a number of Taoist disciples were surprised, but the lying Ming showed a surprise smile on the corners of his mouth. He jumped up, his figure galloped, and reached out to uncover the Taoist charm that sealed the jade.

Another virtual shadow flashed, and Ming Shang retreated to the distance and brushed his beard with a smile. "Haha, let me see that several disciples who are not at violating the door rules have some skills."

Under the voice, the jade ghost light on the cover rose sharply, emerged from Yang Yanzhao's arms, floated three feet above his head, rotated, and quickly absorbed the surrounding aura.

After inhaling about a bit of incense, Yang Yanzhao's aura has disappeared more than half, but Yuxu is still constantly absorbing the aura, and there is no sign of stopping.

The divine consciousness has begun to blur. Somehow, there was a slight fear in the bottom of his heart. At this time, Yang Yanzhao found that his divine consciousness had also become chaotic.

If it goes on like this, it's going to go crazy!

Under great horrment, he hurriedly restrained his mind, but it didn't work at all. He was in a hurry, and his chest and blood surged violently again.

Under the soaring green light, Yang Yanzhao's body began to tremble, and the blood fell from his ears, eyes, mouth and nose. Ba Mei and Pai Feng exclaimed repeatedly.

In the distance, the face of the Taoist in the Ming Dynasty suddenly changed. When he was about to prosper, he saw another vision on Yang Yanzhao's body. It turned out to be a pure Buddhist atmosphere, spreading around with him as the center.