Chapter 65 Under Dinghu Peak

Xiandu Cave Sky, under Dinghu Peak.

The mad knife was forced to be helpless, so he simply crossed his heart and shouted, "Uncle, watch it!"

The knife wind broke through the sky, and there was a faint wind and thunder, reflecting the snowy mountains and lakes, jumping out a piece of light.

Qing Yangzi still stood straight, with his eyes bright and eyes, as if he was thinking about something and nothing.

Qingyangzi seems to be careless and confident, but in fact, his pupils are shrinking, because he clearly feels a murderous atmosphere, a strong murderous atmosphere in the sky and earth.

Different from the previous moves, the young man in white seems to have empty doors all over his body, but it seems that there are no empty doors all over his body.

Seeing that the light of the mad knife was about to arrive, Qing Yangzi flashed and retreated, just like a dragon swinging its tail. Seeing the head and not seeing the tail, he gently pushed away more than three feet away.

Looking at the crazy knife again, I saw that Uncle Qingyang had left a piece of dead branch in his hand and stared at the dragon knife in his hand.

Xuansu was about to step forward and send her sword, but as soon as she reached out and touched it, it was a broken sword cut into two by a wild knife, and she could only be throwing it on the ground.

The masters competed with each other, the weapons are not sharp, and the green Yangzi withered branches in his hand, and it seems that his heart is a little calmer. Even if the young man in white has two more times, after all, he is young and can't resist his decades of cold and heat.

The mad knife was still very respectful and said, "Uncle! Let's change a sword."

Qing Yangzi said coldly, "Everything in the world, grass, wood, bamboo and stone can be swords. Don't talk nonsense, look at the sword!"

Qing Yangzi is no longer polite. He knows that if he doesn't seize the opportunity again, he will lose his momentum.

The mad knife saw a gray shadow flashing in the air, and the dead branches of Qingyangzi made the sound of piercing the sky. The mad knife couldn't imagine that a piece of dead branches could exert such great power in the hands of his uncle.

The sharp knife pointed to the ground, and the head and feet bounced, just avoiding Qingyangzi's gravel cracked gold sword.

Qing Yangzi was shocked. He also expected that the young man in white in front of him would be able to avoid this sword. What surprised him was that he would jump up with his strength, but he did not know that he had nothing in mid-air. Unless he did his light skills to resist the wind, he would be slaughtered by tolerant people and be at a disadvantage.

Qingyangzi did not miss this opportunity. After stabbing the air, he took advantage of the situation and turned around. The dead branches made swords and rowed at the mad knife. He believed that one blow would be hit, only hit his key parts, and just taught him a lesson.

Qingyangzi seemed to want to close his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw the young man in white and fell to the ground, but he suddenly felt that he was wrong. He suddenly found that the knife light was overwhelming and overwhelmingly suppressed a murderous atmosphere. Qing Yangzi almost couldn't breathe and rolled on the ground before he was embarrassed to avoid danger.

Qingyangzi looked at the dead branches in his hand, and his true qi had already dissipated when he was slightly distracted and made several sections.

And the posture of the crazy knife is like a snow-white butterfly from flying to falling, with graceful posture, and the sleeves of the robe are bulging, and it is like a light cloud falling to the ground.

The mad knife turned around and hurriedly said, "Uncle, are you all right?"

Qingyangzi has been defeated in an instant. He has been practicing Taoism for many years and has already seen through how he can rely on his old face to compete with his descendants. He just saw the two apprentices staring at him in a moment. He couldn't help but hang on his old face. He just said lightly, "It doesn't matter, your good knife."

Crazy knife said, "Uncle just doesn't take advantage of the blade, otherwise how can the little nephew win a move and a half? The little nephew made up for this!"

The mad knife fell down to worship. Seeing that he was sincere and good at swordsmanship, Qing Yangzi had already believed it seven or eight points and stretched out his hand and said, "So, are you my mad knife nephew? You're not dead?"

The crazy knife said, "Yes, don't you believe it? The world is full of turmoil. How can disciples die easily?

Qingyangzi smiled, twisted his beard, patted the shoulder of the mad knife and said, "This is like what the mad knife sage nephew said. Xuansu Xuanzhen, come and meet your brother. It's a misunderstanding. The virtuous nephew can't be surprised."

The crazy knife hurriedly said, "A little misunderstanding, ordinary tight, how can the little nephew be surprised?"

Only then did Xuansu Xuanzhen bravely see the mad knife. Xuanzhen was about to kowtow and apologize. The mad knife hurriedly waved his hand and said, "That's all. Our brothers have never met. In addition, there are mistakes in rumors. It is inevitable to admit mistakes. It is not an exaggeration, not an exaggeration. It's just Uncle Qingyang, is my Uncle Ziyang okay? I heard from Xuansu that the old man's back mountain is closed, and his body is still healthy, right?

Qingyangzi frowned slightly when he said this, and his face showed sadness. The crazy knife was shocked and quickly urged him to ask.

Qing Yangzi sighed: "Hey, the virtuous nephew is going to tell outsiders that Yue Yu, the master, was poisoned by Buddhism before. At this moment, he is recovering from his wounds in Lingxu Cave. He has been lingering in the sick bed and is bedridden."

After hearing this, Kuang Dao was even more surprised and said eagerly, "Master Ziyang's real-life Taoism is profound, and his martial arts are even more shocking. How can he be poisoned by Buddhist bald donkeys? There must be another reason. Uncle, take me to visit him."

Qing Yangzi nodded and said, "My virtuous nephew will come with me. Xuansu and Xuanzhen, let the brothers of Buqimen Dunjia turn away from the organ, and we will go back to watch."

Xianduguan is in Lingxu Cave, which belongs to the back mountain of Xiandu. After Dinghu Peak, Xuanzhen is flying forward to send letters. The crazy knife follows Qingyangzi and has no intention to appreciate the scenery of Xiandu. He just asks about the recent situation of the real person in Ziyang.

This Taoist twenty-ninth cave sky, with one hundred and sixty-six strange peaks and twenty-seven different caves. There are nine-qu Lianxi, ten-mile galleries, and elegant mountains and rivers in the territory. It is surrounded by clouds and fog all year round, and the crazy knife revisits the hometown. Things are different, and I don't feel very emotional.

After bypassing Dinghu Peak, he saw that there was indeed a large array of Qimen Dunjia. Qingyangzi sighed: "Since Brother Ziyang was poisoned by Buddhism, he was guarded day and night. It was really five steps, one post and ten steps and one whistle. Only then did he set up a large array of Qimen Dunjia. Those Buddhists have attacked several times and have not been seen them in recent days. , it must be another way out."

The mad knife secretly sighed that the twenty-ninth cave of this church is a blessed place. Just because the watcher was injured, he had to set up an ambush everywhere. He guarded it dangerously and didn't know what it was like in his heart.

Along the way, I saw that the brothers in the view just nodded to Qingyangzi. They were busy and had no intention of looking at the scenery. They just asked: "Master Ziyang's martial arts skills are superb. How can they be defeated by the poisonous hands of the Buddhist group of bald donkeys? It must be those bald donkeys who secretly tripped up and used any sinister and vicious means, no Why did the uncle get hurt?

Qingyangzi sighed: "What the mad knife nephew saw is exactly. In this state boundary, south of Jinyun County, there is a Buddhist temple called Lingshan Temple more than 40 miles away from our immortals. You must have heard of it."

Kuang Dao nodded and said, "Chuzhou Lingshan Temple, I heard that its strength is not outstanding among many Buddhist temples, just because they still dare to make land on Tai Sui's head?"