Dongting takes action

Buddha jumps over the wall, which is also one of the thirty-six unique skills of the Buddha sect.

This Luo Zong Wuba is truly amazing. One person practices two unique skills in the Buddhist sect, and they all have reached such a perfect level.

Zhao Dongting closed his eyes slightly.

When he opened it again, a splendid light flashed by. He looked at the two people fighting outside the house and said, "Tianshi, let me pass on my merits..."

Qing Songzi was already at a disadvantage, and everyone could see that he was struggling to support him.

He has no advantage in martial arts, and his skills are even more separated by Zhenwu and Dayuan. How can he win?

Zhang Tiandong looked at Zhao Dongting, "Your Majesty has really made up your mind?"

"It's settled."

Zhao Dongting nodded and said.

He could not sit and watch Longhu Mountain be defeated by this Tantric monk, and then bow to Tantric Buddhism.

Zhang Tiandong nodded, then looked at Hong Wutian and others again, "I'll ask the three of you to protect me and the emperor!"

Hong Wutian and the other two walked silently to the door of the house.

Zhao Dongting had already made up his mind that they would not persuade him.

Zhang Tiandong's hair was fluttering, his sleeves were swinging, and he rested on Zhao Dongting's back.

Zhao Dongting closed his eyes and felt an extremely pure force gathering into his body.

In the middle dantian, the acupoints that were originally stubborn and difficult to untie were as if there was no barrier at this moment, and were lit one by one.

Outside the house.

In this short period of time, Qing Songzi was forced by Luo Zong Wuba so that he could only rely on footwork to fight.

Although the Purple Qi Sword Technique is majestic, it cannot overcome the powerful cultivation of Luo Zong Wuba.

The golden bowl of refracted golden light is dazzling, and Qingsongzi dares not block it at all. It often retreats when it touches it just a little.

The Yuan army soldiers suffered a stroke, and someone booed.

The Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain all looked angry and held their hands tightly.

This situation really makes them feel too cowardly.

Longhu Mountain has stood in the southern Taoist sect for thousands of years, but has it been bullied like this?

However, this monk has real skills, not because he won't be able to win, which makes them have nothing to say.

Taoist priests who were originally taller in their hearts, at this moment, their minds and natures quietly settled down.

Guan Jianzi hugged his sword and was stunned.

Soon, Qing Songzi and Luo Zongwuba fought hundreds of tricks.

The faces of the Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain were even more ugly.

Everyone can see that Luo Zong Wuba is just playing with Qing Songzi. He can win, but he is not in a hurry to win, which is humiliating the entire Longhu Mountain!

As the person involved, Qing Songzi's face turned pale.

Even others could see that Luo Zongwuba was playing with him, so how could he not notice it?

A plain Taoist heart was already furious at this time.

A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated!

When Gu Jing Wubo's mood was completely broken, the power of anger rushed straight into Qing Songzi's heart.

"ah!"

He suddenly shouted loudly, and thunder thunder broke out on the ground.

The Taoist robe suddenly swelled up, and like Luo Zongwuba, it seemed to be inflatable and inflatable.

True Martial Realm!

When Qing Songzi stopped controlling her anger, she had no other thoughts in her mind. At this moment, he finally broke through his shackles.

Luo Zongwuba's expression changed a little. At this moment, he might have regretted it a little.

But then, Luo Zongwuba's smile became calm again.

He even spoke in a fight: "Congratulations to Qing Songzi's little Tianshi for entering the Zhenwu Realm."

Suddenly, even though Qing Songzi entered the True Martial Realm, he still felt that he was sure to win.

This is a slap in the face.

"snort!"

Qing Songzi snorted coldly, and her internal energy was moving to the extreme, and the speed was a little faster.

The battle between the two Zhenwu realms made the surroundings even more turbulent.

The people around were captured by the aura and hurriedly retreated a little.

The light of hope appeared in Yuan Zhenzi, Yuan Xiuzi and others' eyes.

Although Qing Songzi has just reached the True Martial Realm, she is older than Luo Zong Wuba. She has been practicing martial arts for some years, so she cannot win.

However, after a while, their eyes were covered in surprise again, and they quietly indulged in, with an ugly face.

Luo Zong Wuba is still gradually becoming stronger.

Although Qing Songzi, who had just broken through the Zhenwu realm, could still tell with the eyes of Yuan Zhenzi and others that he was gradually suppressed again.

There are some clues that can be seen from the expressions, moves, and steps of the two of them.

A ancestor of the Yuan generation said with some concern: "Senior Brother Yuan Zhenzi, if Qing Songzi loses again, what should we do?"

The Qing generation really can't find any more masters than Qing Songzi.

Yuan Zhenzi said deeply: "Longhu Mountain cannot be defeated."

The ancestor was shocked, "Senior brother, are you planning to take action yourself?"

Yuan Zhenzi stopped talking, but just looked at Luo Zongwuba and Qing Songzi who were in the fight again.

In fact, he didn't even know what to do at this moment.

If Qing Songzi was defeated, Longhu Mountain would actually be defeated. Even if he defeated Luo Zong Wuba, Longhu Mountain would be unable to save face.

The Heavenly Master is not a god. Yuanmako looked at Qing Songzi and couldn't stop praying, hoping that Qing Songzi would win.

However, things are still moving in a direction they don't want to see.

Qing Songzi takes fewer and fewer moves.

Luo Zong Wuba became serious, like a glaring Vajra, and his momentum was amazing when he took action.

“Um…”

The outcome is often in a moment.

After all, the battle ended with Qing Songzi's muffled groan.

Luo Zongwuba suddenly left his hands and flew towards Qing Songzi. Qing Songzi used his long sword to pick the golden bowl, but was slapped in the chest by Luo Zongwuba's palm.

Although he did not fall, he staggered back several steps, bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

Luo Zongwuba bullied himself, handed over two golden bowls in his hand, and gave a light gift, "I gave in."

He seemed polite on his face, but in his eyes, there was unconcealed arrogance.

All the Taoists felt that they were blind, and some people quietly lowered their heads.

Qing Songzi's face looked extremely ugly. Her hand holding the sword showed a faint blue veins. When she walked forward, she rushed back to her throat and spit out a mouthful of blood.

I was so angry that I was heartbroken.

The battle stops. If Luo Zong Wuba used all his strength just now, he would never have the power to fight at this time. If he went up again, let alone unable to win, even if he was lucky, he would be defeated without force.

Qing Songzi turned around and looked at Yuan Mako and others, with shame and self-blame on her face.

Luo Zongwuba bowed again, "Who else is the Taoist priest who comes to give advice?"

Yuan Zhenzi took a step forward.

"Senior brother..."
Chapter completed!