Laoshan Taoist

Chapter 162: The Battle of the Dragon Veins (Part 2)

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"Pfft..."

The black-robed monk couldn't stop twitching, and blood poured out of his mouth and nose.

Wang Yan showed no mercy, just glanced at him, and with a wave of his sword finger, the Chongxiao Sword quickly slashed across his neck, and the black-robed monk died.

This Zen staff is his original instrument, and this Zen staff is not an instrument of the right way. I don’t know how many evil spirits it has absorbed. It is an evil thing.

Wang Yan has already surpassed him by a lot in terms of cultivation. He was worried about the first two times and did not exert his full strength, which allowed him to escape by luck.

Now that the natal magic weapon he relied on has been destroyed, Wang Yan is going all out, and he is not given a chance to react. Naturally, there is no pressure to kill.

As the saying goes, there are no more than three things, but this time, he will eventually become a ghost under the sword.

Wang Yan did not dare to neglect even the black-robed Fan Monk. He used the flying sword to continue beheading all the Yinshan Sect disciples who slaughtered the monks.

These disciples of the Yinshan Sect have not cultivated for a long time, and their cultivation base is not high. In addition to human beings, there are also some evildoers who have been mixed into human figures. They do not know how to transform into human figures.

At most, fight him face-to-face for two or three rounds, and then die in Huangquan.

The monks of Jinshan Temple, after a battle, are still able to stand, but there are only about ten people, and more than twenty monks were injured.

The rest of the dead are even more numerous, and the corpses are scattered all over the place.

Jinshan Temple is a thousand-year-old temple. There are hundreds of resident monks practicing in the temple. No one would have expected that in just one cup of tea, they would be destroyed. There are only about 30 people left.

The blood-stained Buddhist holy place filled with a strong bloody aura.

Most of the excavation project has been carried out in the Dharma Institute’s Sutra Collection Pavilion, and Venerable Purdue’s eyes never left them.

With the dragon veins at his fingertips, he was already a little impatient.

"Hands and feet are quick for this seat, hurry up!"

Master Purdue faced the disciples and shouted coldly.

"It's not that easy to win the dragon vein."

Just at this moment, Wang Yan flew over, and the Chongxiao sword swayed a sword qi, and the sword finger rushed out, and stabbed towards the Purdue Master.

Before he could get close, Master Purdue had already noticed that, with a sudden wave of his right hand, a burst of energy came out of his sleeve and met Wang Yan's flying sword.

"clang!"

A crisp sound came, and the Chongxiao Sword was immediately swayed away.

"Stinky Taoist priest, I want you to die without a place to be buried today!"

Master Purdue shouted angrily, flew up, and fought with him.

The younger brother failed to stop him, and it was obvious that he had already been poisoned. Since this Taoist insisted on going against him, then he was not bullied by others.

All over the body, the evil energy burst out, and it turned into a crimson evil light, like a cosmic comet falling to the ground, how majestic and magnificent.

Wang Yan was also full of vitality, and the Chongxiao Sword differentiated into seven sword shadows, surrounding him, golden light flashing all over his body, and directly meeting the opponent.

As soon as the two sides fought, their whole body burst out with energy, the huge pressure spread, and the wind suddenly rose, causing the surrounding dust to fly up, flying sand and rocks.

"Boom..."

Two rays of light split in mid-air at a touch.

Wang Yan fluttered down from mid-air, and took a few steps back when he landed. His blood was surging all over his body, and his skin was flushed red. It was obvious that he had inspired the Great Law of Subduing the Dragon and the Tiger.

However, the golden light condensed by the vitality was completely dissipated.

Rao is like this, but also the five internal organs of the abdomen trembled, and it was affected.

On the other hand, although Venerable Purdue also landed from the air, the suffocating aura that permeated his body did not dissipate, and he did not move at all, without any damage.

There are never so many bells and whistles in a real master battle. The complexity is simplified, and the fight is all about cultivation. Generally, it is one move to defeat the enemy, and it will not be too complicated.

Wang Yan didn't dare to call himself a master. Even in this era of immortals and Buddhas running around everywhere, he couldn't even get in the door. Along the way, the opponents he encountered that could really make him feel jealous was the country in front of him. teacher.

This is not to increase the ambition of others and destroy his own prestige, but that he is truly able to discern the facts, recognize himself, and tell the truth!

Fa Hai and Bai Suzhen, although their cultivation bases are very high, but if they fight alone and really fight against them, I actually don't panic at all.

The national teacher is different. I don't know anything about him, and he has no understanding of his strengths and weaknesses. On the basis of cultivation and Taoism, judging from the move just now, I obviously underestimated his strength.

"Humph! Are you all that capable?"

Master Purdue's eyes were gloomy and murderous, and he stared at Wang Yan.

It was just a test just now, and the next step is the real killer move.

Wang Yan's eyes were firm, and he knew that he could not be beaten directly with him. His purpose was obvious, nothing more than to snatch the dragon veins.

Looking at it, a large pit has been dug out in the central area of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and a wave of evil spirits spewed out, which must be the hiding place of the dragon veins.

Therefore, without hesitation, he quickly grasped the magic formula with both hands. The golden core of Dantian trembled slightly, and his vitality burst out again. one place.

With a finger on the right sword, the huge sword energy was guided, and with an unstoppable momentum, it suddenly hit the big pit in the center of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Master Purdue's reaction was fast enough, and he was furious when he saw it.

The crimson suffocation completely wrapped his entire body, and with the main body as the center, it quickly extended in all directions.

"Boom..."

The powerful sword qi was impartial and hit Master Purdue's body on the spot, and the smoke billowed. However, after the smoke passed, Master Purdue still stood upright. After this blow, his clothes were shattered and his hair was scattered.

"Hahahaha... mere sword energy, what can I do?"

Master Purdue burst into laughter, looking extremely wild.

"If you want to destroy the dragon veins, this seat will destroy you first!"

After drinking, Master Purdue waved his right hand forward, and saw a flash of red light, followed by a sound of breaking through the air, and a huge machete flew out from the red light, with blades in both sections. It is sharp, and in the middle is a golden disc, which closely connects the blade, and there is a qiongqi painted on it.

"Asura Blade!"

The machete stopped above his head and spun rapidly. Master Purdue turned his palms into a sword and slashed Wang Yan fiercely. The Asura Blade was guided, and the evil spirits differentiated, and several sword shadows swept across. come.

This is the natal magic weapon that he sacrificed and refined. Like his younger brother's Zen staff, it is also an evil thing. I don't know how many innocent lives have been contaminated with blood.

The Shura blade slashed head-on, with a magnificent momentum, and between the faint, it seemed that a huge beast could be seen, showing its teeth and dancing claws, rushing towards.

Although Wang Yan was stunned, he stabilized his body and mind without any confusion. What should he do in the face of a strong enemy? When he had not yet cultivated Dao, his master had already taught him. In addition to the years of practice, he had a deep understanding of it.

The endless vitality condensed out of the palms, ready to go.