Chapter 51 Concentration

The three people know that they are at the bottom of their strength and do not want to fall into strife. I just want to find a corner to watch the battle and wait for the opportunity to escape. Rong Hui walked in front with the bear on his back and suddenly heard Bixia remind him: "Be careful!" God felt something and didn't think much about it. He raised his left hand and pointed to the sky, and the aura gathered. The right sword stabbed out, and the red flame galloped, hitting a black pestle head-on.

The spiritual power was excited, and the red flame seemed to be spiritual. It went straight into the pestle head and burned a four-foot black pestle red. The pestle buzzed, and the momentum decreased sharply. Rong Hui fixed his eyes and looked at it carefully. He saw that the pestle head was divided into nine strands, each of which was a ghost head, not only blue-faced fangs, but also ferocious and terrible. The blue eyes are shining, more like living things, and they can even inhale red flames.

The divine power is stimulated by divine thoughts. This trick "flamefire" aims to control the fire with gods, avoid the virtuality, and especially consume the mind. He suddenly lost the spirit in the fire, his brain ached, and his face couldn't help but turn white. Xiaoxuan was shocked and gently shook his soft sword and turned into a wisp of silver wire. But I didn't see the master of the magic weapon, so I only dared to take a temporary defense to make a plan. Hand at will, pinch out a French seal. The silver wire vibrate gently and shine brightly, hovering around and surrounding the three people.

"Mingwang's magical power?" Bixia saw a green light in the eighteen ghost eyes and frowned and hummed softly: " spit it out!" The left hand waved, and the aura swirled and gathered into five green leaves. He picked up his right hand and pinched out a red flower. The flicked, the flame burst, and the twinkling swelled and shrank, wrapping the black pestle.

The pestle head is dark and buzzing. Nine ghosts mourned together and spouted a black fire, burning, and the wind was blowing in an in an hour. Rong Hui felt the divine thought in the black fire and took it back, but heard a person shout in a low voice: "Dare to hurt this magic pestle, looking for death!" The language is sluggish and not like Middle-earth.

The three followed the sound and saw a fat lama in red robes passing by the black wind. He gently shook the bucket with his left hand and made a move back with his right hand. The black pestle flew back. After being held in his hand, he turned his wrist and rolled it out. The ghost pestle rotated, bringing a black wind and rushing directly to the three people.

Rong Hui is still five feet away from the wind, and his skin has been blown away. The drumming spiritual power did not have much effect. He was so scared that his face turned pale. He asked, "What kind of cultivation is he doing!"

"Twelve-finger pestle, two fruit arhats." Bixia's eyes were cold and she said solemnly, "Kei him!" Saying that, he jumped out like a big bird. Holding hands with each other, the wind and clouds changed, and the aura suddenly stirred. One point outward, the spiritual wind swirled, just like a light sound.

Two spiritual winds collided, stirring up a blazing flame. Bixia rushed out in response, and her arms turned into a pair of fire wings, and the flame followed the people, more like a few long wisps. Bixia gently vibrating her wings, swinging a fire wave, and then shooting straight to the black wind.

Rong Hui and Xiaoxuan were stunned: "This... Is this also a spell?" Suddenly listening to Bixia's voice: "This is the fourth move of 'Xiao's elegant chrysanthemum', Phoenix Zhenyu." The sound was like the sound of heaven, straight into people's hearts. Hearing this, he recovered, looked at each other with Xiaoxuan, gently shook the sword, and rushed to the monk in red together.

The two bodies have not yet arrived, and Xiaoxuan's offensive has come out. The silver wire is like a whip, passing by a trap. Rong Hui gently raised his left hand with the bear on his back, and the aura gathered from all directions. The right sword condensed out, and the sword spirit was like fire, and the sword was like a wave, pressing the lama in red.

When the monk saw that Bixia turned into a phoenix, he was shocked, and then saw that she showed her body and waved showers of fire, stirring the wind and dying. He was very annoyed that she had no power. It's even more rude to see Xiaoxuan and Rong Hui join hands to attack. The left hand increased its strength and turned the gold bucket, still standing still.

The silver wire is wrapped around the monk's body. If you encounter an aura, you can't cut it nearly half a foot. The sword held the fire and lined up three feet in front of him, just like hitting a cliff, shaking. The back strength surged, the fire pushed the fire, and the waves were high, but they could not touch the corners of the monk's clothes. The sword front collided, and the wind and fire shook violently and stirred each other. The "rumbling" exploded and swept away.

Where the power arrived, the spiritual power outside the monk's body was stirred, showing a six-foot virtual shadow. He stared and fangled and was furious. He turned out to be a monster with three heads and six arms. Rong Hui's heart was shocked: "Dharma statue?" He saw that the monk's face was gloomy, his right hand was imprinted, his left hand trembled, and he turned a gold bucket like wind and electricity, only to know that he was also uncomfortable.

Rong Hui is worried that he doesn't have a chance to practice, and he sees that the aura around him is inexhaustible. How can you let go of a live target now? So Xiaoxuan said, "Come again!" With his right hand, he took back the sword, and another move of "red clothes and green clothes" rushed to the sword.

The Dharma phase is ignited by flames, such as plated with emerald copper and a layer of green light. However, the monk seemed to swallow a ladle of oil, and his skin was red and he couldn't help trembling. Xiaoxuan saw the cheapness and looked back at Bixia. She dragged a flame and seemed to dance in the air, sprinkled fire and rain all over, firmly trapped the black wind, so she gently shook the hilt of the sword, and the silver wire swept the statue, but it was like gold and iron, wiping out a cluster of sparks, which could not shake it at all.

Before the "red clothes and green clothes" passed, Rong Hui's second sword "ignited the sky" and then hit it. The spiritual power is exciting, like the sound of the bell, and the "buzz" sound. The sword was shaken back by the statue, copied in Rong Hui's hand, and then a sword "golden waves" and then hit out.

When the monk saw Rong Hui's use of these three moves, he gradually relieved: "As long as you drag down these three people with one's own strength. After everything is done, it will be a great success!" It's funny: "Kid, fight with the Buddha, and you're still a little young!"

Rong Huiqian yun the "power of Yangming" to mobilize the surrounding aura and only produce a sword. After a few moves, I got a little understanding. The mind is harmonious, the body and the body follow each other, and gradually enter a better situation. A move of "golden waves" was used, and I found that the air was scattered and sparse, which was enough to be regarded as a big river into the sea. **, where there is the momentum of the tide to rise back, let alone invincible and unbreakable.

He thought for a moment when he put out his sword and simply threw the sword behind him to let the bear bite him. Wave your left hand gently and the aura converges. Raise your right hand and hold the "golden waves" again, and at the same time control it with mind. Spiritual power is everywhere, and the fire waves are like a flood, straight to the Dharma statue.

The monk laughed: "It's the first time I've seen a bear fighting!" When I saw the fire rushing, I still didn't care. The waves were everywhere, like a giant tree hitting a bell, "buzzing--", a soft sound, and the law trembled sharply. The monk's face turned white, his right hand trembled slightly, and the gold barrel rotated sharply to stabilize the statue.

Rong Hui's palm has not been collected. Seeing that the fire wave has been shaken back, he felt the vibration in it, he took advantage of the situation to increase his strength to avoid the real attack. The fire is like water, and the two waves are superimposed, and then collide with the statue.

The statue trembled and suffered another blow. The waves were everywhere, and the shadow shook and gently swelled. The monk's face turned pale and his heart was shocked: "Why is this move suddenly so powerful!" Rong Hui was lucky, took a strong breath, quickly turned the gold bucket, and stabilized the statue.

When Rong Hui saw it, he was also very frightened: "A shadow has such power. If you are close to me, how can you bear it!" With this in mind, a sense of anger surged up, and his left hand waved horizontally, and the aura stirred within two feet. The right hand pushed out, and the red flame between nine feet crossed the sky, and the statue was pressed away.

Flame gathered, from red to orange, from orange to yellow, burning to each other, it is already a yellow-green. The fire roared, and the law was shaken, swelling and shrinking. Rong Hui's palm was beating soundly, and his palm was not closed. He found that the spiritual anti-shock was more condensed. In addition to his joy, he added another force and took advantage of the situation to fight back.

The monk didn't know the subtleness of it. He only saw the blazing flames and condensed into green, which was more powerful. Suddenly, his face was as white as paper. He turned to the gold bucket and sent a voice for help. His left hand shook sharply, and suddenly heard a crisp sound. With a light in his hand, he was so scared that his face was pale and sweated profusely.

Xiaoxuan saw that the golden bucket was broken, and the law swelled and shrank, collapsed, and her heart was happy, and the silver silk trembled out. The silver light flashed in the wind, and the blood sprayed like a spring. It rushed to the beginning of the skull, and the body fell down. Rong Hui was also shocked when he saw it: "Dead?" Looking at his hands, he knew what life and death was: "It is said that the higher the cultivation, the safer it is. Don't you know that the more masters, the more dangerous it is." Look at Xiaoxuan and smile at each other.

The monk died, the black wind dissipated, and the nine pestles fell to the ground with a bang. The air wave drained, and more than 30 feet of spiritual fog spread away. Xiaoxuan looked around and saw that there was only a Huashan disciple in the distance fighting with two warriors. It was still safe nearby, so he shook out the silver wire, rolled them around, and took back to the ghost pestle to look at each other. The fog rose again, covering the three monks.

Rong Hui took a fancy to a string of rosary beads in the pool of blood and couldn't help but doubt: "Bang Yu?" I raised my hand and sucked it. I was about to look at each other, but I heard Bixia remind me: "Someone is coming." He quickly pulled Lianzhu behind him, put it on the bear's neck, and took the opportunity to draw back the sword. Xiaoxuan also felt it and tossed out the "ghost pestle" according to the sound. Bixialing stood empty, gently shaking her fire wings and brushing out a spiritual fire. The fire pestle invaded each other, and the ghost pestle flashed away.

The three had just collected the booty and suddenly felt that the strong wind was coming, mixed with a burst of shouting: "What a great courage!" The fog flew away, showing three people. First, he was a thin lama with a black stick in his hand. Behind him stood a man and a woman and two young men. The man wore a felt hat, a velvet cloak, and a machete around his waist. The woman wore a feather crown, wrist gauze sleeves, half-arm brocade robe, covered with an edelweiss shoulder and a long whip in her hand.

The three of Rong Hui saw each other and looked at each other, and their faces were as heavy as water. Bixia's eyes flashed, looked at the three people carefully, and said, "The iron rod lama has been cultivated to the realm of 'three fruits'. I'll delay it. That pair of men and women have inherited the 'mid-term' cultivation of Taiji, which should be better to deal with!" After saying that, he spread his arms and waved forward. The aura was stirred and gathered together to the wings of fire. With a soft sound, the phoenix shadow came out of the body and rushed straight to the iron rod lama. Bixia followed the phoenix, where the aura gathered and integrated into the phoenix shadow.

The iron rod lama saw that the phoenix shadow was getting closer and solid, and his face was slightly dark. He sent a voice and said, "I'll leave those two to you!" As he spoke, he raised the stick and jumped up. The man flashed in mid-air and suddenly disappeared.

Bixia's face was slightly dark, as far as she could think of. The phoenix sounded to the sky, and the fire feathers splashed everywhere. It was just a move of "Phoenix Zhenyu". As far as the spiritual power is, a stick shadow swings around Bixia, which is exactly a "night fork stealing seat". Her heart sank slightly, but fortunately she found it early and greeted the "golden waves" with her backhand. The fire wave galloped, hit a figure, exploded violently, and then shot, directly against the iron rod lama three feet away.

The thin lama is standing empty and stunned. Bixia was also shaken out by the anti-shock force. After standing down, she couldn't help humming: "Well, all the way to the 'Yasha stick method'!" With that, he gently brushed his bangs and straightened his sleeves. It seems to be ten-square, but every move, all with a thousand-point momentum, causing the aura to shake within ten feet, and a green fire appears out of thin air, like smoke like clouds, slowly squirming, which is a move of 'green clouds coming out of Xiu'.

Rong Hui is three feet away from the green cloud and can't stand the heat. He can't help sighing: "This move is too waveless. It's obviously seducing others!" But listening to the sound of the wind, in the north of the green clouds, Xiaoxuan and the crowned girl met.

A fast-dancing soft whip, like a strong wind, as fast as thunder, with the power of cracked wind and gravel under each whip. The other shoulder, elbow and wrist rotated together, wrapping a wisp of silver wire into hundreds of small circles. There are large circles outside the small circle and a larger circle outside the large circle, which is like a whirlpool and interlocked together. Wrap it around, and then stir it three or five times. Fighting more and less is comparable.

He caught a glimpse of Xiaoxuan's unhindered moment. As soon as he was relieved, he only heard the sonorousness of gold and iron. The knife in front of him flashed and secretly said "not good". His mind rushed out, his spiritual power turned empty, and he moved ten feet in the blink of an eye. As far as the corners of his eyes could see, the machete swirled rapidly, scratching from the place where he stood just now, and his heart was stunned: "It's either you dead or I'm alive!" What's more, he didn't hesitate to raise his left hand with a false finger and raise a sword to "ignite the sky". The sword gas turned into a red flame and rushed to the front. The man followed the sword and saw that the herdsman's face was slightly dark, with a mark on his left hand and pointing at him with his right hand. The second sword "red clothes and green clothes" was then drawn.

The red and green flames came first, flashed in front of the young man, swelled and shrank, wrapped around him like clothes. The young man's soul suddenly ignited, and he lost his mind for a moment. Seeing the red flame coming, he immediately drumed his spiritual power to resist. The red flame and the body are like maggots of the tarbia, dividing and surrounding their spiritual power, as if they were fighting. It can also avoid the actual attack to break the clumsiness.

The young man was extremely angry. Seeing Rong Hui's sword coming, he opened his eyes and squeezed his mouth with a ferocious smile: "Go to hell!" The right hand pointed like a knife, and the tip of the finger flashed with lightning, pointing out.

When Rong Hui saw his thunder, he only felt cold on his back and was about to drum up his spiritual power and raise his sword to fight. Suddenly, he felt something and secretly said "no" and hurriedly lowered his head and squatted down. The breeze flashed, and the golden light flashed over the head. The knife kept cutting off the young man's head with a knife, and the neck was bleeding like a spring.

After Rong Hui was afraid, he secretly celebrated that he was about to avoid it. His mind was numb, and then it spread to his whole body. His chest was hammered and his heart beat stagnated. The blood was boiling and there was a buzz in my ears. He secretly said "not good", took a deep breath, gently shook the tiger's waist, opened the "six shield", immediately sat down cross-legged, guided the air back to the original, and recuperated the internal breath. After a moment, he was slightly relieved. As soon as he breathed his breathed, he heard a "hula" wind, and the heat came burning.

Rong Hui thought that he had been attacked again. His mind poked out, and his spiritual power turned empty. In the blink of an eye, he found that the young man's body ignited spontaneously. The fire is soaring and the heat wave is rolling. After a moment of surprise, he suddenly realized: "Yang took the initiative to restrain, and could only burn." Seeing that the body turned into a piece of ashes, he found that there was a gemstone in the ashes, and he was happy: "It must be a treasure that it was not burned by the "fire"!"

For the rest of his life, he was a little hesitant to take this ill-gotten fortune and comforted himself: "Maybe one day, I will also be a pile of ashes." Move with your hands as you like, a gentle move. The spiritual power was everywhere, rolled around, and the finger was taken back.

The sapphire wrench is set with three diamonds, with a flat cut, clear edges and corners, all the size of pigeon eggs. He took a brief look and found that it was a storage tool. He was so happy that he quickly put on his left thumb to measure the situation in the field.