Chapter 629

His spirit pet, Feng Linghe, walked in the air and dragged out a white glow. The crane's eyes stared at Lu Chen, and his eyes suddenly turned. Two blood lights came out, like two blood swords, stabbing Lu Chen's heart.

"Pupil surgery?"

Lu Chen didn't expect that the wind spirit crane also had such natural powers as pupil. He was surprised. His face changed dramatically. He waved the ink sword in his hand and operated the poison power in his body.

A roar suddenly came out around him, the dark light column soared upward, the ink sword in his hand clanked, and ten percent of the poisonous sword intention was cut off.

The invisible sword power then spread out, including the void in ten directions.

Yang Shen suddenly felt that his eyes were dark and fell into darkness. He couldn't see his fingers.

The wind spirit crane made a high pitched and harsh cry, carried a large amount of white light to disperse the poisonous light, and then sprayed a large white arc of light against the land dust.

In a burst of crackling sound, these white light arcs quickly condensed into a white light ball, which rolled to the land dust like a snowball, and the void kept ringing and showing a great momentum.

Seeing this, Yang Shen once again performed the nine turn skill of Fengshen, rushed up with four silver dragons, and the towering silver light poured down like an avalanche.

From a distance, it seems that there is a silver mountain and a white mountain, which are suppressed to the land dust, with great momentum.

All the poisonous lights in front of the land dust were extinguished and turned into nothing.

Yang Shen was overjoyed and urged Feng Linghe to attack the land dust.

A strong sense of crisis was approaching. Lu Chen picked up his eyebrows and immediately stopped hesitating. He waved the ink sword in his hand, pointed it directly to the sky, and then chopped it down.

The roaring sound of the sword was like a tide, and the dark sword light spread out like an endless sea tide.

In the dark sword light, the rhyme produces a palm sized sword light, which is then combined in an order, like a long sword, but as soon as PU takes shape, it turns into nothingness.

At the moment when the long sword disappeared, there was a roar in the void, like a bolt from the blue, which dimmed the brilliance of Yang Shen and Feng Linghe.

"No, this man touched the threshold of jianao."

Zhao Zichuan and long Xiao lost their colors one after another.

The children of other sects and families are all appalled.

The party Yang Shen also showed a surprised look. He saw that the silver dragons on both sides of him collapsed instantly, and the light and fog sprayed by the wind spirit crane also collapsed and disappeared.

With a loud bang, Yang Shen and his pet Feng Linghe flew out upside down.

Shua;

Lu Chen fell on the surface of the lake. His dark robes crackled and his black hair danced wildly, showing a violent spirit.

Zhao Zichuan, Long Xiao and others all look iron blue when they see this.

Qian Yuan and Zhao Yan looked ugly.

Song valve, Han Zhen and others showed surprise.

Feng Shen's feather eyes showed a look of horror.

Yang Qi, sitting on the rocks, looked as usual.

Tuoba's face shows admiration, while his opponent Ye Shen is terrified.

Lu Chen took all their expressions into his eyes, smiled coldly and said, "it seems that among the internal disciples of the five poisons cult, except Zhao Zichuan, others are no more than that."

"Damn it."

Yang Shen and others glared at Lu Chen when they heard the speech.

Zhao Zichuan looked at Lu Chen across the air. A trace of killing intention flashed in his eyes. His face looked very ugly.

At this time, the monk Mingkong next to him folded his hands and said humbly, "Amitabha, younger martial brother Mingjing, go and learn some of the great moves of benefactor Yang Chen."

"Yes, elder martial brother."

In the Bodhi hall, among the disciples of the Ming generation, three are the most, Mingkong and Shang rank first, and the other two are Mingjing. Open heart.

Monk Mingjing is of medium stature, with white skin and two windy ears. He walked out and stepped on the surface of the lake, walking to the land like a stroll.

"Look, Mingjing monk of Bodhi hall has come out."

Monk Mingjing still has a great reputation. As soon as he came out, he immediately attracted the attention of everyone.

"Unexpectedly, monks are also competitive."

Lu Chen looked at the monk Mingjing and saw that he was also in the later stage of xuantianjing. He laughed and said, "little master Mingjing, being competitive is not the work of Buddhist disciples. You'd better go back."

"Amitabha, the words of benefactor Yang Chen are different. Mingjing came here to ask for advice from benefactor, not to be competitive, but to seek progress and eliminate demons and defend the way in the future." Monk Mingjing said solemnly.

"Since you said so, little monk, I'm not polite. I'm afraid you'll lose your faith and lose your faith." Lu Chen said earnestly.

"Amitabha, don't worry, benefactor Yang Chen. I'll measure it myself, little monk." Monk Mingjing said seriously.

"Then please do it, little monk." Lu chendao.

"Please do it, benefactor." Mingjing and Shangdao.

"Then you're welcome."

Lu Chen grinned at the speech and stepped out, turning into a dark shadow and approaching Mingjing monk.

In the process of marching, the ink sword in his hand was waved, and the poisonous sword light burst, and the sword Qi went one after another. From a distance, it was like a black dragon, which had the potential of swallowing the eight wastelands.

The cold smell of the forest then diffused, and the sky was much dimmed that day.

"There is no amitabha in the south."

At the moment when Lu Chen was approaching, Mingjing monk stood still, his hands folded, and recited solemnly. The Grand Buddha light immediately bloomed out, like a big sun shining on Lu Chen.

The excited poisonous light immediately dimmed down and turned into nothing.

"No, how can I forget that the Buddha power specifically restricts the power of Yin attribute." Seeing this, Lu Chen showed a little surprised color and frowned.

Zhao Zichuan and others smiled at this.

Long Xiao stared at Lu Chen and said coldly, "master Mingkong, it seems that you are right. The Buddha power can indeed restrain the poison power of Yang Chen."

Yang Shen said with a cold face, "so Yang Chen will lose."

"Not necessarily."

Qianyuan suddenly opened his mouth and saw monk Mingkong looking at him. He quickly explained: "although the Buddha can restrain the power of poison attribute, if Yang Chen has other means, master Mingjing may not be able to defeat him."

"Having reached this stage, what else can Yang Chen do?" Zhao Yan asked.

"It means that you have touched the threshold of Qianyuan, almsgiver." Monk Mingkong said slowly.

"How is that possible?" Zhao Yan exclaimed.

Yang Shen also frowned slightly.

"If so, Yang Chen is much more cunning than we expected." Zhao Zichuan said.

"Once master Mingjing fails, we will find someone else to deal with him until we defeat him." Long Xiao said calmly.

"Wheel battle?"

All the people present were smart people. They immediately understood the meaning of Long Xiao. Looking at the fierce land dust, their eyes twinkled. They immediately nodded slightly and accepted long Xiao's opinion.

"Amitabha!"

At the same time, when the Buddha's voice is recited, the Lang Lang is endless, the light is grand and shines thousands of feet. The Buddha's light is also sparkling on the forgetting lake, presenting a solemn scene that makes people look at it.

Mingjing monk stands on the vast lake, with Buddha light all over his body, bright eyes and staring at Lu Chen. He is dignified.

With the sweeping out of the vast Buddha light, his figure gradually grew, and the Buddha light attached to him like scales and armor, like a golden arhat.

Soon, he was ten feet tall with a golden body.

The six fragrant scars on his head were shining like stars.

His eyes are also shining like gold.

"It's the Buddhist skill zhangliu Jinshen."

"This zhangliu golden body is the top level skill at the prefecture level. It not only has strong defense power, but also has strong attack power."

"The Mingkong monk performed this skill as soon as he did it. It seems that he attaches great importance to Yang Chen."

"Nonsense, Yang Chen has defeated Zhao Yan and Yang Shen in succession. Is he a fool? Can you ignore it?"

Lu Chen was slightly surprised when he saw this, so he heard the sects and family children from all directions talking about it, frowned and looked at monk Mingkong.

Who knows, when he looked at it like this, he saw that monk Mingkong rushed over, a golden wave rushed up, and many arhat virtual shadows appeared around, attracting the Buddha light in the sky.

"Dong!"

With a loud noise, Mingjing monk unexpectedly attacked Lu Chen first, and his fist burst into golden light. After the urging of spiritual power, it was like a golden hill crashing down and the void sounded.

The monk Mingjing is polite on the surface, but he is not polite when he starts, and he is extremely cruel. How can he have the compassion of a Buddhist monk?

Lu Chen smiled coldly and was no longer polite. He waved his ink sword, and the poisonous light in the sky burst out, sweeping the void like ink and painting the void illuminated by the Buddha light black.

The shrill hiss sounded, like wolves fighting for food, and the scene was frightening.

The pieces of Buddha light dissipated under the poisonous sword spirit and fell on the Mingjing monk who showed his Zhang six golden body. It was like a golden bell hitting, but Mingjing monk was still standing tall.

He is really invincible when he shows his six Zhang gold body.

The crowd exclaimed.

Seeing this, Feng Shenyu and Yang Qi stared at Lu Chen and wanted to know how he cracked the Zhang six golden body?

After all, Buddhism is not trivial!

That is, at this moment, Lu Chen suddenly moved, his whole body was poisoned, as if wearing a set of dark armor, shaped like a demon general, approaching Mingjing monk.

At the same time, he raised the ink sword in his hand, swept his eyes along the dark body of the sword, drank softly in his mouth, waved and cut down with a bang, and the roar of the sword rang through the sky.

Half step sword again!

Seeing this, monk Mingjing was shocked and hurried to defend.

Zhao Zichuan, Long Xiao, Mingkong monk and others are all paying attention to this scene. You should know that Yang Shen was defeated by banbu jianao. I wonder if Mingjing monk can compete?

The poisonous light rushed into the sky, and the sword light was vast. The sword shadow hundreds of feet fell suddenly and hit the bright and clean monk with glittering gold all over his body.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the body of Mingjing monk made a violent sound, and the golden light on his body continued to flicker, as if he were going to go out.

"Chih!"

At this moment, monk Mingjing folded his hands like a arhat, urging the Buddha power in his body, attracting the aura of heaven and earth, and moving his huge body, trying to shake out the huge sword shadow of hundreds of feet.

The shadow of the sword rang.

Everyone was overjoyed at this.

"Cut!"

But at the moment when Mingjing monk uttered his voice, Lu Chen drank fiercely, waved his ink sword and cut it, and the poisonous light surged. Thousands of poisonous sword Qi fell down and cut it on Mingjing monk.

In a burst of banging, the golden light on the monk Mingjing's body suddenly dimmed, and flew out in an instant in the shadow of a sword hundreds of feet away.

"Poof." Before he stood, he spewed out a mouthful of blood.

"Monk Mingjing, accept." Lu Chen said with a smile.

"Donor Yang Chen's strength is superb. Mingjing loses his heart." Monk Mingjing stabilized his figure, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and made a series of Tao.

"Hehe, I just hope you don't lose faith, monk." Lu Chen said with a smile, "I'm waiting for you to fight at any time, because I will defeat you with one sword like this time."