Chapter 430 The difference

Leng Wuxin, the leader of the magic religion, nodded slightly and said loudly, "Okay!"

The cold and heartless figure flashed and had already shaken in front of everyone. He turned around and said to them, "I'll deal with the ferry first. Mingyue, you and Feng Cailing intercepted the fat monk in the air. Yang Cuixuan, Yan Ruoxue, Luo Tianfeng, you and Qu Huai's feet, Qin'er, you will see the two captured women."

The disciples of the Cold Ice Sect of the Demon Sect answered together: "Yes!"

Cold and unintentionally floated out, holding a Zen stick on the opposite side, the solemn and solemn Zen Master Duxiang smiled and said faintly, "Master Duxiang Zen Master, since you are the descendants of the Youyan land of Buddhism in the Central Plains, you should not have been able to invade our snowy snowy land. Do you know that the vast fields north of Shuofang are my territory? It's okay for the Zen master to come uninvited, and colluded with the rebels of the Northern Ming Jiuyou of our religion to plot against my cold ice gate. Hey hey, Leng Wuxin won't ask you to come back empty-handed!"

Zen master Duxiang said coldly: "The old monk never talks nonsense in his life. Since the things we are waiting for have been exposed, my Central Plains Buddhism will inevitably fight against your demon religion. Come on! The old monk wants to see if Leng Wuxin, the famous demon leader in the world, is worthy of his name.

Yan Ruoxue shouted, "Huh! The stinky monk is overpowerful. You are just an old monk from Guanli, and you dare to think of Central Plains Buddhism. Looking at your angry face, it doesn't look like a Taoist monk. Even if there are some Buddhism, it is very limited.

Qin'er also shouted, "Yes, an old monk with yellow eyebrows also dares to fight with our brother. The wind really slaps your tongue. Brother Xin! Take him down soon. We will win back before dark, hehe.

Zen master Duxiang looked at each other coldly and did not answer.

Leng Wuxin smiled and said lightly, "Please!"

The Zen master has always heard the name of the demon leader and knows that he is invincible. At the sight of Snow Wolf Lake this time, he has lost anyway.

Although the Zen master Duxiang practiced Buddhism, he was stubborn after all, and now he is relatively helpless.

The Zen Master Duxiang could only swing his cane in front of the disciples, and immediately used his life's unique skills. As soon as he took action, he wanted to fight to death and couldn't care much about it. He wanted to beat the demon leader unprepared and tried to get the upper hand for a while.

Only heard the sound of hunting, and the Zen master Duxiang launched the 864 magic shovel method through the Zen stick. The wind and rain of the dance was impenetrable, and the strong wind was blowing. Even the golden wisps of the Zen master Watang danced into a yellow shadow. Every move was very powerful, but when he saw the head and tail of the stick condensed a few golden light and the danced. It looks good.

But after all, the demon shovel method could not subdue the demon master. Leng Xinyi just waited for him to pass a few moves, and pulled out a blue light sword, which was like the color of the deep sea, but a little more like starlight.

Leng Wuxin held the lightsaber and was not in a hurry to attack. He was full of the illusion in the air, allowing the Zen master to wave violently, as if he had not paid attention to it at all.

Mr. Mingyue, who watched the enemy's plunder and stared at the movement of the fat monk in the air, at this moment, couldn't help looking at the battle between the leader Xinge and the Buddhist host of the land of Youyan. Mr. Mingyue couldn't help saying strangely, "Princess Feng Cailing, what kind of lightsaber is Brother Xin made? The blue and blue is really beautiful."

Feng Cailing said, "It's the Sky Sword."

Mr. Mingyue muttered, "Sky Sword! No wonder it's blue. I'm still the Dinghai God Needle Sword.

Feng Cailing said faintly, "You are rare and strange. Of course, you can't recognize it. You can know that Brother Xin's sky sword is not only blue, but also can swing with the moves. The image of the sky flashes out with different brilliance. You will know it."

Mr. Mingyue no longer asked more questions and looked carefully at the sky sword in the hand of the master's heart. He would like to see how it changed.

I saw that the cold and unintentional stay until the 800 and 60th road magic shovel was used by the Zen master. The wind of the huge Zen stick did not even blow the corners of the clothes, which made all the viewers discouraged. The descendants of Buddhism were secretly shocked and sweated for the master Duxiang.

Leng Wuxin finally made a move, and the sky sword was sacrificed. In an flash, the blue sky sword suddenly turned into a bright white light, which was strong and eye-catching, and went straight to the Zen master Duxiang.

The Zen master Duxiang had been dancing with his Zen stick for a long time, but he did not sweep the corners of his clothes. He was also shocked. Suddenly, he looked up and saw the cold and intentional cut over, which was dazzling.

Although he was cold and unintentionally, he was so powerful that Zen master Duxiang certainly did not dare to neglect him and shouted, "Drink with a head!"

The Zen master made a stick, flew up, poured real power, and hit it down in the air. If he wanted to smash the cold sky sword of the demon leader with a Zen stick.

Who knew that the cold and unintentional sky sword did not avoid, and the light suddenly flashed and turned into a dark shadow, sweeping to the water mill and meditation stick of the Zen master.

The profit of the sky sword was like cutting tofu, and in an instant, it broke the Zen master's stick.

Fortunately, when I crossed the opportunity, I drank the stick halfway. I only felt that the stick was light and the secret road was not good. I was busy with a flash of yellow shadow and fell back, so that I would not be beheaded by the sky sword.

Master Duxiang looked at the Zen stick in his hand, which was only half long. The section was cut off by the sky sword for a long time before he fell on the shore of the snow wolf lake.

Everyone was moved. Su Dingyuan, the eldest apprentice of Zen Master Duxiang, held his wide-backed treasure knife in both hands and shouted, "Master, use a knife!"

Zen master Duxiang nodded and looked at the expected eyes of his apprentice. He could only sigh in his heart, but he still cheered up and walked out with a knife.

Leng Wuxin returned to the sky sword, holding it in his hand, still blue, coldly and blue, Leng Wuxin said lightly, "Master Duxiang, you have been defeated, don't you measure yourself?"

Du Xiang was still stubborn and said coldly, "Hum! I lost a piece of Zen stick, but the knife may not lose to you.

The leader of the magic religion said coldly, "Okay, look at your knife!"

The old monk stood up with a knife and shouted, "There is no mutual killing!"

In an hour, the murderous spirit rose everywhere, and the knife light flashed out a series of brilliance. When the Zen master made this move, his eyes were slightly closed, as if the old monk had entered the situation of selflessness.

He smiled indifferently, and the sky sword raised and shouted, "Prick the sky!"

The blue light of the sky sword rose to the sky, and it was an extremely bright blue arc that instantly shot down and met the old monk.

A series of knives and lights of the old monk were suddenly dispersed, and the snow wolf lake returned to temporary tranquility.

said coldly, "Zen master Duxiang, you are not my opponent at all. You have killed yourself in the battle with me. Why don't you take it and send Lu Chenyin here, which can also let you live. From now on, you will never go out of customs and set foot on the land of the snow country! I will do what I said.

Zen Master Duxiang gasped a few times and said in a low voice, "The old monk is not dead yet. Let's compare again!"

The Zen master crossed the sword and shouted, "Cut the void!"

I saw that the knife light was dim, light or dark, the treasure was obscure, and even the knife body did not see any light. It was really as sinking as water, as fast as lightning and thunder, but I could not hear the sound of broken void in the air.

The cold and unintentional Sky Sword drew a light and said faintly, "The streamer is dark."

Mr. Mingyue and others saw that the light of the sky sword was suddenly blue and bright white, and suddenly flashed away, and it was also looming. Just when they couldn't see anything, they didn't know how the light changed to meet the void, and suddenly scattered a few bright lights in the middle of the sky, shining on the snow wolf lakeside in the twilight. Day is normal.

At this time, the fat monk couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "Brother! I'll help you!"

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing saw that the time had come, and it was time for the two to take action, and they flew out together.

When the battle of Mr. Mingyue was approaching, he did not forget to look back at Feng Cailing and see her peerless face and figure, which swept out with him.

Mr. Mingyue secretly sighed that he could fight side by side with his favorite person and see happiness at first sight, but at this moment, he was not allowed to think too much.

The two flew down and blocked the fat monk's way to cross the air. Mr. Mingyue smiled and said, "Master Dukong, is it all right?"

Monk Dukong was in a hurry to save his brother. Seeing this Mr. Mingyue, who pretended to be a pig and eating a tiger several times to tease his disciples, he was not angry. The Maitreya, who was originally smiling, stiffened his fat face and said unhappily, "Get out of the way, otherwise the poor monk will be polite."

Mr. Mingyue laughed and said, "Since we are here, of course we can't let you go. Hey hey, the big monk is kind-hearted and clear about right and wrong. Why bother to go through this muddy water? In my opinion, it's better to go back and send our Lu Chenyin. Isn't it good to have two strikes?"

As soon as the monk heard it, he said with a bitter face, "Little benefactor, do you think the poor monk likes to fight with you? It's a pity that my big brother can't get his temper back, hey! The poor monk can only be a dead horse as a living doctor and has to save him. You'd better get out of the way.

When Mr. Mingyue heard him call himself a stinky benefactor, he was angry and funny. He just pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger and cheated them several times, and his reputation fell to this point, and he could only shake his head and smiled bitterly.

The phoenix Cailing didn't think so, "Huh! Mingyue also said that you have a clear distinction between right and wrong, but I don't believe it. Fat monk, you are unreasonable, and you know that you are not our opponent, but it is not wise to show off your strength.

Monk Dukong suddenly became speechless, touched the shiny back of his head and began to meditate.

At this time, the cold and unintentional sky sword of the demon leader over there was sacrificed again, but when he saw the sword and shadow in mid-air, it was not lively, but the knife was slightly light, and the sword shadow was aggressive. If it hadn't been for the cold mind that Lu Chenyin was still in their hands, he would have cut down with a sword, and as a result, the Zen master of the cross.