Chapter 184, Thunder Sword Whistling, Blue Fire Refining the Universe

If you rely on the sword to split the sky and punish on behalf of the sky, I will reverse the fate of heaven and refine the universe.

The general trend of heaven and Taoism. If you are obedient, you will become a human. If you are rebellious, you will become an immortal. Between the tossing and changing palms and the blue fire, Zhu Peng saw this blue-faced Taoist's insistence on his heart and Taoism. I know that I have no chance to the Supreme Immortal, but I will not give up today's efforts because of tomorrow's failure. . This palm, this heart, this fire, this meaning, expectations for the road, no regrets.

Thunder and sword roar, and the blue fire refines the universe.

It's a pity that compared with the determination of the blue-faced Taoist, who knows that he can't do it against the trend, the performance of the broken-armed monk and another monk is timid and greedy, which is almost ridiculous. The broken-armed monk faced Zhu Peng's fierce sword. Although he ran without turning around, a seemingly fierce fat face was blue and white. When he just broke his arm burst into blood, he did not see his face white like this. Obviously, his panic led to blood loss.

At this time, the sensitive perception made him feel the horror of Zhu Peng's sword, so he was 'smart' and didn't run, move, and didn't resist. He just stood there stupidly. It was not until he saw the boss's palms to meet him that he moved the rigid control seal, but he didn't know what means to use, but he was already slower than the blue-faced Taoist. Shoot, at least you can't insert the kung fu between this swords.

And the other monk was more decisive. He didn't want to attack Zhu Peng at all, or simply lost the courage to resist by Zhu Peng's domineering sword.

At the moment when Zhu Peng controlled the sword and attacked directly, he turned into a shadow and rushed to Zhu Peng's Shura gourd that surprised Zhu Peng. The wealth touched people's hearts. For the monks of the end of the Dharma era, a spiritual treasure is more like a golden mountain, not to mention that this golden mountain can still be taken away. Of.

With a sword cut down, all sentient beings are in a variety of states, but the sword was still cut down after all. The violent sword power, the blazing thunder, the two palms facing up, and the empty refining blue flame. Strike, compete, sharpen, fight, and then explode.

The blue-faced monk won, at least in the eyes of the broken-armed monk behind him. His boss, with a pair of palms and a body of cultivation, broke Zhu Peng's magnificent sword with turbulent sword power. The god sword in Zhu Peng's hand was directly beaten out of his hand and thrown high into the sky.

In fact, this is also normal. This blue-faced Taoist priest has been practicing hard all his life. Why is the qi Taoist cultivation so powerful and profound, and Zhu Pengjian cuts the two people in half, clothed the array, and fucks the puppet. Which one is not a work that is harmful to his anger and hard? At this time, of course, he will suffer a little loss.

It's just that Zhu Peng didn't care about all this. The long sword took off his hand, and the body of the god's sword was burned by the green fire, but for Zhu Peng, he did not damage himself because he took off his hand in time. The violent palm power, the faint blue fire, did not touch his body at all. In this fierce confrontation, although Zhu Peng got rid of his long sword, his body was not stained with dust and was not injured.

And the blue-faced monk completely endured Zhu Peng's furious sword power and thunder by himself. He staggered back, hurt his hands, and hurt his heart and body.

Once again, he sighed in his heart that the magic weapon of this era does not need the benefits of mental sacrifice. Zhu Peng smiled wantonly in mid-air, turned around, and his hand turned to his waist, and a dazzling dazzling cold light flashed. He landed, walked forward, and stabbed straight at the blue-faced Taoist priest who was physically and mentally damaged and unable to avoid it.

The soft sword sky waterfall, one of the red shadow seven spiritual swords, is like a slow running water, breaking the body and piercing straight into the gap of the Taoist body shield, running through the key points.

He passed by by mistake and did not stay at all, and even the soft sword "Skyfall" of the spiritual level was not extracted. Zhu Peng then passed by the blue-faced Taoist. His palms changed between his palms and covered the monk behind the blue-faced Taoist. The faint bloody eyes looked directly at the monk's distorted face and eyes because of fear. In an instant, the blood and murderous intention directly shreaked the other party's courage.

Suddenly there was a feeling of a huge blow behind the monk Tietu. The illusion looked at Zhu Peng's horrible blood-colored eyes, and at the seemingly powerful but reluctant to fall on the pair of iron palms.

This idea was instantly determined in the monk's heart. Suddenly, he turned around and patted the bowl. This black iron bowl was still the magic weapon given to him by his master before he went down the mountain. Although it was only a medium-grade, it was pure in nature, strong in texture, and not as good as a top-grade magic weapon.

The "dong" echoed melodiously, such as hitting the copper and hitting the iron. The black iron bowl collided with the puppet, and the two did not allow each other. However, this result made the monk Tietu shocked and panic. The next moment, the 'illusion' palm behind him fell, and the monk was killed. It seemed that Tietu seemed to have seen his old teacher and father. A faint sigh in the mountains.

"Iron Tu, we are not immortals, we are empty, we are Zen..." The soul was scattered, and the monk Tietu remembered the death.

Almost at the same time, the monk who ran away quickly with the Shura gourd on his back became more and more tired. He only felt that the big iron gourd on his back was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed to be inexplicably getting hotter and hotter.

"What the hell? Is that kid sick? How can he carry such a heavy spiritual weapon when he has nothing to do?"

Heavy gasp and useless complaints, but the monk did not notice that a beastly pupil made of iron sand suddenly appeared on the gourd behind him.

Because the spiritual stone in his hand has always been enough, and from all aspects, although Zhu Peng has killed countless defeats the enemy in the past three or four years, he did not refine the Shura gourd sacrifice into a blood-sucking and flesh-eating spiritual weapon according to the experience of the previous life.

On the contrary, it only swallows the spiritual stone and all kinds of magic weapons that Zhu Peng despises, which makes the spirituality of the Shura gourd pure and very clean. Its own killing and anger has been reduced to a minimum. Although the upgrade speed is slightly slower, it is more gentle and obedient, and Zhu Peng is easier to control.

It's just that the beast is a beast. The Shura gourd can not take the initiative to hunt under the restrictions of Zhu Peng, but when the new tender and delicious fresh meat is automatically and consciously delivered to the door, the Shura gourd can't take care of so much.

The iron sand element magnet suddenly burst out of the Shura gourd, and a large amount of iron sand gathered into a ferocious beast claw, grabbed the unknown monk, and then slowly exerted it.

The body shield, collapsed, the body was broken, and the bones were cracked. When the painful monk turned around because of the twisting of his waist, what he saw was only a beastly vertical pupil composed of iron sand, roaring, killing. The blood was sprinkled in the sky, but it was all connected by the greedy iron sand. The hot blood was sprinkled on the hard iron sand, but it was quickly absorbed and swallowed, leaving no drops.