Chapter 110 Breaking into the Dragon Pool

"One flute and one sword flat business, have been crazy for 15 years!"

Before the monks and vulgar disciples who ran out of the Luohan Hall of Lingshan Temple and the back Zen Courtyard didn't understand what was going on, they suddenly saw a strong knife light between heaven and earth in the moonlight.

Lightning and thunderous speed, brilliant in an instant.

The monk who rushed to the front with poor martial arts skills didn't even see the knife light clearly. He only saw a piece of glory, and then his life had been taken away by this glory.

Puji, the abbot of Lingshan Temple, the king of the Ming Dynasty, and Puyuan of Jiansi Temple, were also the first to run out of the Luohan Hall. Suddenly, they saw a long roar of the knife and hurriedly stood up the Zen stick to carry out his strength. Puji shouted, "Break!"

The Zen stick hit the knife light fiercely and heard a buzz for a long time. The abbot of Puji's hands were sore and numb, and finally blocked the light of the crazy knife.

Although Puyuan and Puji, the king of Jiansi, are of the same school, they are stupid, more lazy, and have the same move as Puji. However, the Zen stick was shaken away by the knife light. He stepped back three steps, broke three square bricks, then couldn't stand still, fell to the ground, and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone exclaimed and fell seven bodies in the blink of an eye. Some were secretly glad that they did not run to the front. Puji hurriedly helped Puyuan of the temple. In one move, Puyuan suffered internal injury and vomited blood. He quickly handed it over to the disciples of Lingshan Temple to take care of him. He raised his Zen stick and stood in the court and shouted loudly, "Amitabha! Where are the madmen, kill my disciples and disturb the purity of my Buddhism!"

The afterlife Bodhi of Western Bliss also led the pure light joy Buddha and glazed pharmacist Buddha standing in the front. The King Kong pestle hit the ground with a louder sound for a long time. He shouted in a low voice, "Is it the Tianxu of the fairy capital?"

The drunken disciple behind Puji and the afterlife Bodhi also scolded, "If you have the guts, get out and fight against the three lilies!"

At this moment, in front of the mottled temple and under the shadow of the moon, a young man in white came out, holding a dragon's knife diagonally. In the middle of the moon, the moonlight sprinkled on the young man in white, his clothes were like snow, and his face was like snow!

People are like knives, knives are like crazy, and the moon is like frost.

The people of Lingshan Temple seemed to feel a murderous atmosphere that seemed to be shrouded in all directions, and it seemed that the people who were going to suppress could not breathe.

The lost Puji is a sect of suzerains. No matter from self-restraint and Buddhist cultivation, it is higher than ordinary people. Even so, his face is as heavy as water. He shouted angrily with a blue face: "Who are you? Is it the view of Xiandu?"

The mad knife stood in the moonlight, proud of the heroes, and said coldly, "Taoism, mad knife, it comes from the fairy capital!"

Puji suddenly laughed and pierced the sky with a straight smile. The tiles on the originally mottled roof came down one after another. Everyone was shocked. Could it be that the abbot Puji suddenly experienced a tragic change and went crazy? Hearing Puji laugh for a long time, he shouted furiously, "Okay!"

As soon as the good words were said, the big Buddha seal, red flame knife and glazed fire were emitted one after another, and all of them hit the mad knife in an instant.

The crazy knife has long been secretly guarded. Puji, known as the eight-armed King Kong, will definitely launch a hidden weapon and perform magic tricks at such a long distance.

The mad knife held the knife in both hands, chopped straight to the ground, and shouted: "Cut the fallen leaves!"

It was with Pangu's pioneering move to turn the axe into a knife. A knife light burst out and forced into a straight line. The bulging wind shattered the green bricks in the court and was facing the three hidden weapons of Puji.

The big Buddha's red flame knife was smashed one after another, while the glazed fire was hit by the wind of the knife, but bounced to Puji.

The drunken walker and Chiba laughed at the Buddha exclaimed in unison: "Abbot, be careful!"

Puji was also shocked. It was the first time in his life that he saw such a fierce knife light. He quickly put his palms together and carried the King Kong body. The glazed fire finally stopped in front of Puji's palms and suddenly dissipated.

Puji sneered: "The donor has a good knife method! Is it revenge for Ziyang?

The knife said coldly, "That's good!"

The drunken walker has long been unaccustomed to the arrogant appearance of the mad knife. He also showed the simple knife and shouted, "Mad boy, do you also use the knife to fight against Sanlilies with me?"

Crazy knife sneered and said, "It's up to you? I'm afraid I don't deserve it."

After saying that, he raised his eyes and looked at the sky and disdained it.

The drunken walker trembled angrily and was about to rush out. Suddenly, the afterlife Bodhi pressed his left shoulder and said in a low voice, "I'm not busy!"

The drunken walker suddenly lost his strength and knew that Bodhi in the afterlife was also good intentions. He seemed to be really not the opponent of the crazy knife, so he said awe-inspiringly, "Yes!"

The golden pestle of Bodhi in the afterlife was heavily on the ground, and all the square bricks around Kerala were shattered. The majestic voice said, "Crazy knife donor, do you recognize Lao Nang?"

Kuang Dao looked at it coldly and said lightly, "I don't recognize it."

The mad knife does not recognize the Bodhi of the afterlife, but recognizes the pure light and joyful Buddha behind the afterlife Bodhi. Looking at the appearance of the pure light and joyful Buddha who dares not overdo it, this monk with a golden ray of scacia and a blue face, but his eyes are obviously not small.

The Bodhi in the afterlife said loudly: "The old Buddha is the Bodhi of the West's Bliss in the afterlife!" I want you to die today.

Chiba smiled and said, "Lord! The poor monk advises you to put down the butcher's knife. If you walk alone and hurt the creatures again, even if I Buddha, will inevitably roar like a lion.

The crazy knife smiled and shouted, "What a bodhi in the afterlife, what a brag about. If you have the ability, just use it."

In the afterlife, Bodhi's toes pointed to the ground and immediately flew into the middle of the courtyard and held the diamond pestle horizontally. In an instant, the murderous atmosphere in the court became stronger and stronger.

Kang Dao knew the power of Bodhi in the afterlife, and he had never seen it in his life. He just heard that there was such a loud figure in the Western Bliss. His internal strength was deep. Although his mouth was light, his heart was not chaotic, and he stared at the King Kong pestle in the hand of Bodhi in the afterlife.

In the afterlife, Bodhi stands motionless in the court like a Buddha statue. No one knows which direction his Vajra pestle will attack.

Finally, the crazy knife couldn't help it. The dragon's knife waved and shouted, "The dragon is in the sky!"

A knife light rose to the sky, like a dragon, and suddenly fell into the sky and the earth, and went straight to Bodhi in the afterlife.

In the afterlife, Bodhi was not in a hurry. The diamond pestle made of thick and heavy black iron actually danced half a circle in the air like a long wooden stick, stirring out a Buddha seal to meet the flying dragon chopping with a crazy knife.

Then Bodhi shouted in the afterlife, and the King Kong pestle took advantage of the situation to throw it, and then danced into a round light in the air, throwing a golden arc, and the wind drummed straight to the mad knife.

The mad knife was shocked. The King Kong pestle actually had this kind of playing method and threw it out casually. It was really strange. It seemed that whether it was Gangfeng or the golden light were obviously infused with real power, covering all its retreats. Even if it was not hit, the broken bricks and stones stirred by the internal force would be extremely powerful, scattered and shot in all directions. It was really dodged. There is no retreat.

The crazy knife also stepped on the heavenly gossip, danced the dragon's treasure knife, and his luck internal force was slanted out, and shouted, "Go back to the dragon against the sky!"