The tall tree crown sank, shaking the ground slightly trembled. The demons' eyelids twitched. The strength of this great monk was equal to that of the demon king! Faced with such a peak powerhouse, even if they were unwilling to do so, they could only choose the next step.

Retreat, otherwise would you stay and seek death? Liu Yunchao glanced at Fu Jingtao before leaving, with indescribable sinister and anger, and a bit of gloating.

Wuneng ran all night, struggling back and forth for dozens of miles. It was not difficult to imagine that he was so angry that he said bluntly: "Did you commit suicide, or did you send you to hell?"

The footsteps were rustling, and more than ten swordsmen and monks emerged around them, two or three, occupying the commanding heights in a tacit understanding and staring at them.

Fu Jingtao said coldly: "The Buddha's great virtues have compassion as their hearts, advocate equality for all living beings, and sweep the floor without hurting the lives of ants. Why did he shout and kill when he arrived at Wuxiang Temple? Fu asked himself that he had never done anything that harmed the heavens and the truth.

Why are you chasing and killing? In your heart, do you believe in Buddhism or not?"

Wuneng said sternly: "Zhao Kuangyin insisted on ordering his troops to go south, and wanted to destroy the foundation of Buddhism in the Middle Land. He is the mortal enemy of Buddhism! Since you have been in the Zhao family for evil, you will not be spared today. Remember to recite scriptures and worship Buddha day and night in the next life to wash away the fate of this life.

Respect the sin, but the cause and effect."

Fu Jingtao seemed to have heard some joke and laughed: "Under the sky, there are thousands of people who want to take my life. Who can get what I want so far?"

Wuneng saw his wild expression, and a violent and cold demonic aura rushed towards him. He was shocked and said in a lost voice: "You, are you being possessed by a demon?!"

Fu Jingtao's eyes turned dark red, his clothes and hair fluttered, and his demonic energy piping. He shouted angrily: "You are in vain and you are obsessed with the way of killing. What's the difference between you and the demon? If you want to fight, then fight!"

The knee was bent slightly and jumped violently, and the sword slashed through the air, slashing down fiercely with boundless murderous aura.

His inner demon had already poked a corner. When he broke through the siege, he saw blood killing again. The demonic energy was induced and he could no longer hide the secret of being possessed by the demon, so he simply let go of his hands and feet and took the initiative to attack.

Fu Jingtao slashed away with a sword, and countless magic tricks naturally appeared in his mind. Countless phantoms passed by, connecting them into a set of vivid and meticulous martial arts. Although he had not officially obtained the inheritance of magic skills, he had seen them.

Are there few unique skills? The sword light extends and its power increases several times!

Wuneng was extremely surprised. If it weren't for his own eyes, who would have thought that this young warrior, who was the best in the world, would have fallen into a demon? Xuanyuan Gate's Purple-clothed Golden Lang, was the top of the Song Dynasty Qingyun List, and it turned out to be a dark chess game from the Demon Gate.

Who would believe it if you say it? Are Jiang Lie, Yun Qingzi, Yun Zhonghou and others blind? If Zhao Kuangyin knew the truth, what would happen?

His heart was ups and downs and he consciously grasped a major flaw in the Zhao Song royal family. If he took advantage of the situation, he would definitely make the Song State and Xuanyuan Gate fall into trouble and lose face.

It is convenient to wave the shovel with a scoop, like an iron lock that crosses the sky, blocking the angle of the enemy's sword attack.

Dangdangdang!

Fu Jingtao attacked dozens of swords in one breath, and the man and sword were combined and traversed, exerting his sword skills to the limit. He faced a top-notch man, and he could not be allowed to have any reservations. He was afraid of being unhappy when he drew his sword, and fear of not being able to do so.

If you are strong, you may not be good at the moves, and you will really use twelve points of ability.

Wuneng stood still as if he was a mountain, and his thick and convenient shovel was as light as a lamp grass, with both hardness and softness, and his attack and defense were in harmony. No matter how exquisite and rapid the enemy sword came, they were all beaten and smashed one by one. How could the head of the Arhat Hall in Wuxiang Temple be?

It's so boastful? Fu Jingtao was like a seven or eight-year-old baby in front of him. No matter how hard he tried, it would be in vain.

Fu Jingtao suddenly withdrew his sword and said in a deep voice: "Monkey Wuneng, you suddenly restrained your murderous aura. What kind of tricks do you want to make?"

He suddenly realized in the midst of the mad attack. The monk was so murderous that he had been so murderous that he had taken the defensive stance to consume his true energy? According to common sense, it was because of Wu Neng's main attack and killing. He was forced to defend and dodge, and now he is actually a host and guest.

Reversed!

Wuneng said calmly: "Sajia is giving you a chance to show your skills so that you will not die with your eyes open."

Fu Jingtao was a demonic energy, but not a mental dullness. He shook his head slowly and said, "Do you want to exhaust my skills, have other goals?"

Wuneng said coldly: "You are willing to fall into depravity and become a demon. You are not willing to die! In short, you can't fly with wings. It's better to abandon your sword and surrender!"

Fu Jingtao laughed and said, "You want to capture me alive? Dream!" He kicked his feet, and he jumped into the air. His sword pointed to the sky. The sword light suddenly surged, as if a lightning bolt landed, swearing to split the earth.

A gully.

The sword intent is cold and everything is silent.

Wuneng's expression finally changed slightly, and he sat down on his horse, so he could easily hit him head-on.

When! The gold and iron are shaking, and two broken swords are flying high in the sky.

Fu Jingtao jumped back in the air, his lips moved slightly, and a wisp of blood surged out. He threw away the hilt of the broken sword, smiled, pulled his sword out of the sheath with his backhand, pointed at Wuneng and said, "My little man would rather be a scattered man."

If you die in battle, you will never bow your head and beg for mercy!"

Wuneng snorted coldly: "If you don't go away, you will be dead!" He raised the convenient shovel, took a big step to get close to him, and his head and face fell down.

Fu Jingtao was not afraid. The steel knife turned the white waves, fully exerting his agility and fast speed, and slashed them one by one. His knife style was simple and fierce, and he would never drag on it. He knives together.

The advantages of the law are very terrible.

Wuneng knew that he had both the best palms and swords, but he didn't know that his sword skills were so outstanding. He was surprised and used his magical powers to exert his Buddhist sect. A convenient shovel was like a dragon going out to sea, rolling and flying, rushing around, and splashing water within three feet of his body.

The knife shovel collided, and the sound of the gold and stone was broken. The two of them exchanged a few moves in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, a crisp sound was heard, and the half-cut knife fell and penetrated into the soil.

Wuneng grinned: "Fu Jingtao, you have broken your sword, why are you fighting against the Sa family?"

Fu Jingtao frowned and whispered: "It's a pity that it's not a treasure knife for refining stainless steel!"

Wuneng said disdainfully: "So what if you hold a sword in your hand? Can you still escape from the palm of Sajia's hand?"

Fu Jingtao put aside the cutter and took a deep breath. The bones in his body burst out, and the demonic energy around him became more and more intense, as if clusters of demonic flames were burning in the air.

He clenched his fists with both hands and raised them, which looked like yin and yang, and slowly turned in front of him.

The strong wind suddenly rose, and countless spiritual energy from the earth gathered, converging into countless transparent turbulent flows. The trees around them swayed and under pressure, and the branches were almost broken.

Even if the enemy is extremely powerful, he will not bow down.

The fighting spirit ignites, killing heart is like snow, and the spirit is triggered to the limit. Every inch of skeletal muscles accumulates strength, and the fist is covered with vague yellow qi - this is the way to transcend killing,

Trend to the ultimate Fist of Destruction!

Wuneng sensed the artistic conception of destroying all things, his eyes couldn't help but become excited and solemn, and he inserted the convenience shovel around him, the monk's robe was swelling, the Buddha's light appeared, and his palms turned into Buddhist handprints on his chest - Wuxiang Temple
Chapter completed!