Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4780: Competing with each other

At this moment, all Zongmen Dingxiu, the nine monks, looked up at the scene above the Hongying Lotus Peak.

Jian Wushuang and others naturally heard the empty wheel's oath, and the emotions in their eyes were different.

Jian Wushuang's eyes are respect, Chen Qing is puzzled, Chunqiu is puzzled, and Qingqing is a sneer.

As for the heroic woman, it is also respectful.

In order to testify, it is extremely painful to make such an oath.

"Brother, you are dumb."

Jian Qing saw misery in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, but his body seemed to age in a flash.

"Good." Nine monks, lowered their eyelids, folded their hands together, blessed and consolidated the Hongying Lotus Peak, and did not let blood gas infect.

Sha Niangniang’s face still has no fluctuations, and she doesn’t care about the four bitter words of the empty wheel.

In the end, she said, "Okay, I should go."

The empty wheel nodded, walking slowly, and his back was firm.

She has a sharp blood blade in her hand that has become very long and narrow from the wind, almost as tall as her body.

The empty wheel has nothing in his hands, but with his hands holding up the breeze, she looks at her with a smile.

The two no longer speak. Sha Niangniang, holding a long and narrow blood blade, moves forward one step and cuts her head in front of the empty wheel monk.

The empty wheel is like a mountain, and it doesn't move, but the clear and bright Buddha light that escaped from his whole body directly swayed her.

Bloodblade left a deep gully on Hongqiao before barely stopping her figure.

The eyes of the empty wheel are clear and ethereal, and as he takes each step, the Buddha light behind him is forcibly scored.

At the same time, there are thick arms, derived from his back.

"There is no way to be without phases, the heaven and the earth are empty, all the Taos think of reincarnation, and the rebirth is a past life, suffering..."

One syllable verse, chanted from the mouth of the empty wheel, synthesized into a general trend, and fell into one's body.

Although his figure is thin, he is as tough as an old tree, and the vigorous vitality in the meridian has begun to light up.

At the same time, the unknown number of arms behind him are shaped like flowers, revealing infinite pressure.

As the empty wheel chanted the scriptures, the arms behind them stretched out together, holding out a hazy treasure.

It's a long time, but like a help, let the empty wheel go straight into the blue clouds.

Then the obscure Bao Xiangzi suddenly opened his eyes, and shot out the golden awn.

The world is big.

At this moment, the perpetual repairs of the persecuted Sand Devil Cave can't open their eyes.

Sha Niangniang’s eyes were radiant, and she faced the sweeping golden mansions, not shaking her eyes, but shaking her arms, transforming thousands of virtual images of blood and energy.

Every virtual image has the strength of her full blow, and then, like a locust, she rushes towards the empty wheel.

"Buzz..."

The ripples spread out, and the thousands of virtual images of blood qi that went forward and succeeded were like moths fighting fire, and the rapid nirvana was destroyed in the Huanghuang Golden Mansions.

And this also gave her a chance to get her body like a ghost, quietly transformed into a cloud of blood mist and scattered.

"Empty wheel, this time, I will kill you!"

Sha Niangniang's cold voice resounded through the sky.

The next moment, her figure quietly condensed on the head of the hazy treasure.

An eight-foot narrow blood blade, held by her hands, was slammed into the hazy treasure's furnace.

Blood gas rises in the sky, and two lines of blood tears flow from the eyes of the treasure, and then burst into tears.

The sky trembles, and the empty wheel takes a step back. There are not many waves in his eyes.

Sha Niangniang shattered the hazy treasure, her figure did not stay, but she held a blood blade and fought with the empty wheel in close proximity.

The Hongyinglian Bridge has cracks and cracks.

"None of you, brothers, should not be slack. Once Brother Air Wheel is defeated, he will fall into darkness forever, and the tribulation will no longer be lost." Jian Qing looked heavy, and he tried his best to repair the rainbow peaks above his head.

The other eight monks also looked dignified. They naturally knew how terrible the hard words made by Brother Wulun.

Since the opening of the spiritual wheel, the empty wheel began to practice hard, and it has an unimaginable enlightenment to the Buddha.

And the path of his practice is very difficult and unusual, very different from others.

He has never practiced meditation under the linden tree for a day, but measured the earth with his feet and traveled the mountains, lakes, and lakes to practice hard work.

If such a determined and persevering person, if the bitter words come true, it will be a tragedy.

So, this battle cannot be defeated!

Above the Hongying Lotus Peak, the terrifying force of strength tore the sky dome.

The empty wheel bears the invisible diamond arm, and fights against the goddess of sand.

For a time, no one can help anyone.

But there is a tendency for the empty wheel to cross.

"Brother Sword, Brother Chunqiu, who said he will win?" Chen Qing asked.

Chunqiu looked closely for a moment and said, "I think that the monk will win. He has a strong tendency and has a high mountain feeling."

Chen Qing nodded, "I also think that the monk will win. He should have some tricks that haven't been used. You look back at the lady holding the knife. It's already a little bit out of control. If you fight again, you won't. What a suspense."

Jian Wushuang did not speak, and his brows were frowning unconsciously.

His opinion is diametrically opposed to the two.

In the midst, he thinks that Sandy Niang will win, but he can’t tell any intuitive reason.

And at this time, the truth of the speech that had never been spoken, suddenly said, "The monk will lose."

Jian Wushuang's heart moved, and then he glanced at the meaning, and the two thoughts coincided.

Chen Qing pouted, and then looked attentively forward.

And Jian Wushuang, but a little worried, if the result is true, it means that such a monk died.

This is by no means a good result. For those who have been contaminated with cause and effect and carry the holocaust, it is not a good result.

Jian Wushuang had thought about changing the result, but now he is also insecure. His strength is only 20%. The impact is minimal.

"Hopefully my idea is wrong." He said secretly, paying attention to the final result at the same time.

On the sky, the battle is fiery.

The empty wheel transformed into an eighteen treasures, and worked together to besiege the sand queen.

She is also not weak, and an eight-foot-long blood blade is constantly harvesting his momentum.

Cui Jing, who is in the top fight, has been paying attention to the battle on the sky, and he is very anxious.

Afterwards, he turned his attention to those monks who jointly released the power and built the Hongying Lotus Peak.

Cui Jing raised his stick, and nearly a thousand men repaired it, killing him!

Let’s take a look at the truth of the monk, knowing the purpose of Cui Jing running towards them, even when he was angry.

"Sinister beast, I will definitely make you look like all today!"

"No, Senior Brother Jianqing," said Jing Jing with an anxious voice, "If I wait for the strength to come together, Brother Huanglun must be at a disadvantage."

"What should I do! Do we have to kill our necks?" Jian Qing said with a deep voice.