Late at night, the cold moon hangs high, and the sky is silent.

Luotian Mountain, double-faced Buddhist temple.

In the hall, in front of the tall easel, a young scholar stepped on the wooden ladder, frowned slightly, holding a paintbrush, outlining a few strokes on the drawing board in front of him, stopped and looked at it for a while, as if thinking about how to use the pen next.

On the other hand, the prototype of a majestic tiger was outlined on the huge painting board of two feet in size. A man in a gray robe and three long beards stood beside the wooden ladder. He looked at the portrait while stroking his beard, showing an admiration.

These two people are naturally Feng Shuzhu and Yi Dingjia.

Only Yi Dingjia broke the silence and said, "Why did the young master draw a tiger first instead of a red-clothed arhat?"

Feng Shuzhu stopped writing, looked at his painting, and smiled slightly and said, "It is easy to draw a tiger, but it is difficult for Arhats to do."

Yi Dingjia paused, as if he was not clear about his meaning, and thought for a moment, and then said, "I am confused. I dare to ask the young master, what do you mean?"

Feng Shuzhu stood on the wooden ladder, turned half of his body, and slowly said, "This tiger can draw its momentum. The iron-headed arhat is casual by nature, and I don't know what to change in the future." Speaking of this, Feng Shuzhu paused, looked out of the hall, and whispered: "It is very likely that he will not see this painting."

Although the words behind were very small, Yi Dingjia still heard them, his face was stunned, and he was about to ask questions.

Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind breaking through the palace gate and blowing straight in, making people's eyes hard to open, and the pen holder on the table was blown over immediately.

Hearing another "squeak" sound, the rice paper that was originally nailed to the easel was also pulled and torn.

Feng Shuzhu shook on the wooden ladder twice, but finally stood firm. Yi Dingjia saw that the drawing paper was broken and said in shock: "What should I do?"

Feng Shuzhu ignored him, but looked out of the hall with a serious expression. His eyes narrowed, and a solemn arose between his eyebrows, and said, "It's murderous intent!"

Before Yi Dingjia was stunned by the words, Feng Shuzhu had already fallen down from the ladder and said slowly: "It seems that things tonight are imminent, and it is important to save the lives of all the craftsmen first."

When Yi Dingjia heard this, he looked outside the hall gate and then at Feng Shuzhu. He couldn't touch his mind for a moment. He stood there blankly, and then watched Feng Shuzhu float out of the hall.

Outside the hall, the moon was dark and the wind was high. Feng Shuzhu stood on the eaves of the Fuhu Palace, and his clothes were blown to the ground. Looking down at the mountain, he saw that the sky was already shining with fire in the sky, and the sky was filled with light. Various magic weapons were fighting each other. From time to time, screams and screams came from the wind, and the red light that enveloped the entire mountain had disappeared. Feng Shuzhu's body was shocked, and he knew that something was wrong.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of breaking through the air with a "swoosh" behind me. When I turned around, I saw that several monks wearing gray monk robes appeared. Kongming was the leader. Kongming was holding a monk's stick in his hand, and many parts of the monk robes were stained with blood. He said in a panic: "Young Master Feng, we were attacked in the small temple in Zhenxi. Senior brother wants me to come and inform you and rescue the craftsmen on the mountain."

Feng Shuzhu's eyes turned cold and said, "Can Master Dark Sword?"

After all, Kong Ming was young and anxious, and said with an anxious look on his face, "Senior brother has the help of Jingchenzi and his fellow Taoists, and they will resist the attack of the demons for the time being, but Su Nu's fighting method of dying together is really huge. Wang Feng Shaoxia helps the young monk to eliminate Su Nu in the temple."

Feng Shuzhu nodded slightly, raised his hand and pointed to the direction of the Rebirth Hall below, and said, "This is the place where Su Nu is. You can set the fire and follow me quickly."

But before I finished speaking, I suddenly heard a burst of laughter from the night sky, and the sound shook the whole field. Then a monk with a medium figure came, with a square face and wide mouth, holding a Zen stick, wearing a colorful cassock, and a string of skull-headed Buddhist beads hanging on his chest. He had a pair of snake eyes under his thick black eyebrows. His sinister and cruel look was revealed, and he looked at everyone. He was the two-faced Buddha of the boss.

Feng Shuzhu frowned slightly, and said in a low voice to Kong Ming behind him, "This person is a double-faced Buddha. You can go and do your business quickly, I'm here."

Kongming and his brothers heard the word "Double-faced Buddha" and their bodies were shocked. They thought that they had been able to see each other for many days. Unconsciously, they looked up and took a deep look, nodded, and jumped down from the palace.

The two-faced Buddha waited for everyone to jump out of his footsteps, but he waved his hand and shouted loudly at the bottom: "Little ones, stop them for me."

In the corridor below, a group of monks in red rushed out and held a scimitar in hand, blocking the righteousness with Kong Ming and others. Both good and evil have always hated each other, but they did not say much when they met. They both tried to kill each other. They saw the golden light of the Buddhist sect and the cold light of the demon in the crowd flashed. Then there were screams and screams and screams. The bloody aura suddenly spread and spread the entire double-faced Buddhist temple.

Originally, Kong Ming and others had the upper hand, killing the monks in red torture and howls and become defeated. At this moment, a monk in red suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor, directing a group of people dressed in villagers to come. Looking closely, those people not only looked numb, their skin was as white as wax, their eyes were as big as chicken eggs, and their movements were as fast as the wind. They rushed over and hugged the monk in the gray monk's robe without saying anything, and they tightly hugged the monk in the gray monk's robe, and they were as deep as wild beasts. They immediately turned into blood. In the blink of an eye, four or five monks were poisoned. When did Kong Ming and others see such a scene? They were all stunned and forced to retreat to a corner.

Seeing this, Feng Shuzhu's face darkened, pointed to the Buddha on both sides and shouted: "You seem to be really unforgivable to think of such an inhumane trick." After that, he took out a green flute of more than an inch long from the cuff. The flute grew in his hand, which grew to about three feet, and his whole body was extremely green.

Feng Shuzhu put the flute to his lips, his eyes closed slightly, and his fingers kept bouncing. A flute sound came from the air. The flute sound was not loud at first, but later it gradually rose from low to exciting and clear. Even the tiles of the surrounding halls trembled. When the monks in red heard the flute sound, their faces were indesperate. They threw down their weapons, fell to the ground and rolled in their heads. The suspense also stopped attacking and stood there blankly, with their bodies constantly expanding and becoming bigger.

"Jiugao Demon Subduing Song!"

The double-faced Buddha standing opposite exclaimed in a trembling tone, and then said, "Are you, are you Feng Shuzhu?" When he said the last word, he felt as if he was suffering a lot of pain, and his words seemed to be struggling, and his body continued to tremble, showing signs of instability.

Just as the sound of the flute rose again, the double-faced Buddha hurriedly formed seals with both hands, threw up the Zen stick in his hand, and inserted it directly on the bluestone pavement in front of the group of red-clothed monks at his feet. Under the urging of his magic power, the six golden rings on the Zen stick kept trembling, making a "splash" sound, and a red light was emitted to fight against the flute sound. The skull Buddhist beads that were originally hung on their chest also broke the rope and quickly rotated around the Double-faced Buddha.

With the help of the sound of the monks in red, their painful expressions were slightly relieved, but with the sound of the flute in their ears, they suddenly broke and rose, and one more time higher than the other, the sound was like a crane cry, loud and harsh, and fell to the ground again. Before the painful expression became even worse, they kept rolling and wailing, and those who were slightly shallow in their paths had bleeding and died.

After a while, the flute sound seemed to be unable to bear to torture the demons anymore, and finally climbed to the extreme, breaking the clouds and cracking the stones.

In the air, the skulls surrounding the double-faced Buddha burst and exploded, and a blood mist was spewed out of his mouth with a "pop" sound, and his body shook and fell straight down.

On the ground, the bodies of the suspense slaves also expanded to their limits. "Bang bang bang", with a series of explosions, they turned into piles of thick black blood, emitting waves of stench, and the group of monks in red had already died and injured.

Feng Shuzhu looked at the miserable appearances in front of her, slowly put away the fairy flute, sighed and shook her head, and said to Kong Ming and others who were stunned: "Master Kong Ming, all the demons here are eliminated. You can quickly burn the source of the nest."

Kong Ming and others came back to their senses when they heard the sound and were about to step towards the Rebirth Hall, but they saw a sudden change. The two-faced Buddha lying on the ground closed his blood-flowing eyes and let out a burst of laughter, shouting with a bit of shrillness: "Feng Shuzhu, you are too underestimating me." After saying that, he shouted loudly to the sky and spit out a ball of black air from his mouth. The black air lingered around his body. After a week, a huge meat bag was born on his bare head. The meat bag grew bigger and bigger, and at the same time, the skin on the surface was also constantly jumping and bursting, as if a strange insect broke out of his cocoon.

However, this was just the beginning. With the sound of low bursts, the surface of the skin of the double-faced Buddha's body was constantly jumping and tearing, as if every part of the body was about to burst. Not long after, as if taking off his clothes, the alien who had got rid of the flesh and blood sac cage came out. He saw a monster with two-faced four arms in front and back, naked, blue cyan skin, fiery red hair, and a height of more than meter, and a monster that looked like a yaksha appeared in front of people.

Following a burst of laughter that seemed to be inhuman, a rough and dry voice said: "This is my true body, a two-faced Buddha Demon!"

Without waiting for someone to say anything, the monster's head turned 180 degrees, looked forward, and spoke again, but his voice was sharp and sobbing, and he said, "Feng Shuzhu, Su asked you about the two great swords and flutes. I wonder if you can surprise me today."

After saying that, the double-faced Buddha Demon's head turned again, turned back to the previous face, raised a move, sucked the Zen Staff inserted beside him into his hand, and crossed it to his chest. Then a ball of black air rose from his barefoot, slowly lifting his whole body until he came opposite Feng Shuzhu, and stopped, making a rough and dry sound, shouting: "Two Buddha Demon's Swords!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Zen stick in the hands of the two-faced Buddha Demon flashed, turning into two magic swords, one long and one short. The long sword was all black, the sword body looked very heavy, and a black air was circling and tangled on it; the short sword was all red, the sword body seemed light, and there was also a red air on it circling and tangled on it.

The long sword is in front and the short sword is behind, and the two right hands of the two-faced Buddha Demon are held in front and back.

Seeing this formation, Kong Ming and others were already stunned, their legs were trembling, and they were sweating in cold sweat. They looked up at Feng Shuzhu, but found that their face was calm and they had not spoken. They just stared at the two-faced Buddha demon in front of them, put their right hand behind them, and slowly raised their left hand, spreading their palms upwards, and then a fluorescent flashed on their cuffs, and a piccolo stood in the palm of their palm. The piccolo was initially shining with bright green light, but later it seemed like it was burned by fire, and gradually faded from top to bottom.

When the flute body was removed, a fairy sword about three feet long appeared. The fairy sword was emerald green and as thin as a cicada's wing. The sword body was carved with the word "Changfeng" in small seals. The sword was like autumn water, bright and not dazzling, with fluorescent light flowing on it. The hilt of the sword was spinning continuously, the sword edge was clanging, and it was eager to try, as if it had been in a cage for a long time. Today, it was able to break free from the tiger that appeared in the world and was exuding a righteous spirit all over it, and it was combined with the figure of Feng Shuzhu to form an invisible sword breath that spread around.

Good and evil are opposite each other, the stars and moon are lit, and there is a stern battle between heaven and earth, as if the next moment will be stormy waves, and the sky will collapse and the earth will break.

Kongming and others stood on the ground, holding their breath, staring up at the sky silently, staring at the two people in confrontation.

Nervous, nervous, nervous.

I was so nervous that I could hear my heartbeat, and my palms were so nervous that I couldn't help but sweat.

Kong Ming didn't dare to blink his eyes, and his throat was dry and itchy, so he unconsciously swallowed his saliva with a "gurgle".

"Bodhistorm two wheels!"

The two-faced Buddha Demon finally made the move first. With a sudden shout, his two bodies rotated alternately, and the long and short swords swung out quickly. Sometimes it was as heavy as a towering mountain, sometimes it was as light as a feather, the sword's momentum was unpredictable and murderous intent was buzzing.

At the same time, Feng Shuzhu, who was standing opposite, raised his mouth slightly and smiled brightly.

"Chasing the wind and seeing the shadow!"

With a cold shout, Ling Ran came out of the sword, and saw the sword shadows heavy, the figure moved up and down, and came first, and instantly stabbed several swords. The sword edge broke through the air, leaving behind beautiful fluorescent arcs.

When they were wrong, the two of them had already faced dozens of swords amid the collision of three swords.

In contrast, Feng Shuzhu's sword technique is as fast as the wind, with a sword hidden in the sword, and his body is elegant, while the double-faced Buddha demon is slightly dull, but his sword technique is cruel and his style is life-seeking.

After one move, the two-faced Buddha Demon changed to a sharp and whimpering sound, with a slight sarcastic sarcasm, "Feng Shuzhu, is this the only way of your Taoism?"

Feng Shuzhu snorted coldly and moved the corner of her mouth.

"The wind and clouds are rising!"

The wrist flipped, the fairy sword shook, the sword edge stirred the invisible cyclone around it, carrying the infinite sword power, and it had already made another move.

This move is a perfect combination of speed and Taoist power, with a flash of momentum, a sword is erect and a sword is pressing tightly.

The two-faced Buddha demon was attacked for a moment and his hands and feet were stumbled. He barely took this move, but he took several steps in the air. His defeat first appeared, and several parts of his chest and abdomen had already been hit by swords, and red blood flowed out.

"Ha!"

The two-faced Buddha demon looked down at the wound and let out a sharp roar. The long and short swords in his hand fought in front of him. The black and red energy circling around the sword body intersected, emitting huge power. For a moment, the air moved mountains and rivers, and several feet of air waves were rolled up around him. The palace under his feet collapsed, and the broken walls and scattered vanity flew up, circling around his body in the air, ready to go.

"The Buddha and Demon are forbidden to limit!"

As the two-faced Buddha Demon swung out the long and short swords in front of him, a huge cross star light appeared out of thin air about a few feet in front of him, and rushed towards Feng Shuzhu with countless broken walls and broken Huans, with extremely powerful momentum.

Feng Shuzhu trembled his wrist and danced a sword flower.

"The wind and drizzle are slanted!"

Accompanied by the buzzing sound, the sword spits out spiritual brilliance, forming countless dense rays of light. It drags its long tail wings and breaks through the oncoming broken walls and remains in a loud bang, colliding with the cross star light. With a loud bang, a huge vibration wave formed, which shocked the weather and made the bluestone road below crack.

After colliding with the cross starlight, dozens of swords remained rushing forward, and in an instant, the two-faced Buddha Demon's legs and left arm were broken.

The power of such fighting is no longer something that Kong Ming and others can bear. Without any reminder, everyone has already been away from a distance and is content with a corner. They look up and watch this rare battle. However, seeing that Feng Shuzhu has already gained the upper hand, their expressions are relieved a little, and then they remember the task of setting fire to the Rebirth Hall. So several people support each other and walk forward slowly, but they seem to be reluctant to leave the battle and look back from time to time.

At this time, all the demons in the Double-faced Buddhist temple were killed. The craftsmen were already afraid of the bloody scene in front of them, and found that the red light shrouded on the mountain had disappeared. Therefore, they had no time to wait for the right and evil to decide the outcome, and they all had fled in all directions and ran down the mountain.

In the backyard of the center hall of the Double-faced Buddhist Temple, an old man wearing a gray robe with three long beards under his chin, holding a torch, broke the door lock. He had just entered the hall where he was usually guarded by heavy troops, and then overturned the lids of several large wooden boxes in the hall. In front of him, he suddenly showed a box of gold, silver and treasures with pearls and jewels.

He opened his mouth wide, widened his eyes, hurriedly found a place to insert a torch, inserted his hand into the box, held up the pearl and jade, and murmured: "The ancestor is indeed effective. I, Yi Dingjia, is destined to be destined to have this fortune." After saying that, he bent over and looked outside the door of the lower hall. Seeing that there was no one else, he took out the bag from his armpit, put it on the box, immediately put jewelry, gold and silver, and while putting it on, he said to himself, "This double-faced Buddha is a practitioner, why are he so greedy for money?" At this point, he stopped in his hand, thought for a moment, then smiled sinisterly, and then said: "I think I am a practitioner, aren't he so greedy for money?" After saying that, he laughed a few times "hehe" as if he was self-praising.

Outside the hall, Kong Ming and others had retreated to the gate of the mountain, and the gray monk robe reflected red flames.

Behind him, with the help of the mountain wind, a raging fire has swallowed the entire Rebirth Hall, and the flames have spread to the surrounding halls.

Kongming saw it in his eyes and knew that the fire would burn the entire double-faced Buddhist temple for a moment. Looking up, Feng Shuzhu and the double-faced magic battle were no longer suspense, so he supported each other with his junior brothers, carried the monk's stick and ran down the mountain.

Under the night sky, the two-faced Buddha Demon was severely injured and was extremely annoyed. He used his power to suppress the blood-flowing wound. He trembled in the air, showing signs of instability, but he still smiled ferociously and said, "Good sword technique." When he said these three words, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. After a little breath, his voice returned to rough and dryness and said, "Feng Shuzhu, do you think it's over here?" After speaking, he raised his hand and sacrificed the two black and red swords.

The two swords stood side by side in the air, but they saw the two-faced Buddha demon chanting words and twisting the seal with their hands.

Suddenly, "Ah...", a scream sounded, which was the face behind the two-faced Buddha Demon. I saw that the face was filled with fear and anger, and it was gradually absorbed by the body. The process seemed extremely painful. The corners of the mouth on the face kept trembling, but no sound could be made. In the end, there was only one eye, staring at the night sky with hatred, or Feng Shuzhu, but it slowly disappeared in the end.

Watch the two-faced Buddha Demon again!

I saw it as if it was eating some supernatural treasures, and it immediately became full of energy. Its red hair was upside down, its eyes widened, and with a wave of its hand, the two black and red swords turned into two sword energy, flying up and down, stirring up and down, stirring up and down, and immediately the sky was dim and the earth was dark, and the entire Luotian Mountain turned gray.

The wind was terrifying and the ghostly spirit was filled with terrifying spirits. There seemed to be countless resentful spirits crying at night, without a trace of light. The figure of the two-faced Buddha Demon gradually disappeared. Only a gloomy and terrifying cry came from the air, saying, "Feng Shuzhu, let's finish it!"

"The Buddha Demon killed the sky!"

With a sudden shout, the demon had already launched the final trick.

On the other hand, the wind sparse bamboos stood in the air, facing the other party's stirring air waves, dancing in their clothes, frowned slightly, concentrating their minds, and also knowing in their hearts that victory or defeat is the only one blow!
To be continued...