Just as the two-faced Buddha Demon drank the "Buddha Demon Killed the Sky", the fairy sword in Feng Shuzhu's hand suddenly shone brightly, shining brightly throughout the body, and could not be seen.

Feng Shuzhu himself even bulged his clothes and his eyes were like torches. He achieved his merits in this sword!

"A sword is romantic!"

Feng Shuzhu's body and sword merged into one, turning into a fluorescent light, like a night fire meteor, and at this point it stabs a dazzling sword!

In the darkness, the pupils of the two-faced Buddha demon were reflected in the rapidly flying light, revealing fear and despair.

However, when the sword flower approached the cheek of the double-faced Buddha Demon, it suddenly drew an arc, turned it into a bend, penetrated through his right armpit, and penetrated out from the top of his head.

"Dang"

With a bright sound, the two-faced Buddha Demon's swords were released from their hands and inserted into the bluestone floor below. The sword body shook, as if it was emitting a lingering aura.

At the same time, the dust and fog in the sky disappeared immediately.

A cold moon hung quietly in the night sky, like a witness, watching a shocking battle indifferently.

All around, except for the "crackling" sound of the fire burning the wooden hall, everything was quiet.

The mountain wind was gentle, and the double-faced Buddha demon with a dull look came and asked with difficulty: "You, how do you know, what is my cover and where the cover door is?"

Feng Shuzhu turned his back to the double-faced Buddha Demon, stopped in the night sky above it, looked up at Leng Yue, and said calmly: "When you transform, the last one appeared was your right armpit."

The reason why Feng Shuzhu judged this is because he deeply understood that no matter how domineering and powerful you are, the instinct to protect your weakest part is his instinct.

The two-faced Buddha Demon, with a look of admiration, burst into tears, his eyes widened, his eyes were about to split, and he shouted twice in succession: "Demon Sect Shadow, Demon Sect Shadow!"

Later, his eyes stagnated, and countless holes appeared in his body, transmitting fluorescence, and eventually disappeared.

At the same time, at the mountain gate, the gatehouse with the giant door plaque "Double-faced Buddhist Temple" finally collapsed under the licking of the fire, causing a burst of dust to fly. The giant door plaque was thrown far away, rolling to the ground, and smashing to pieces.

Feng Shuzhu shook her sleeves, withdrew the fairy sword in her hand, looked down at the broken walls and ruined Huan under her feet, and a mess of ashes in the fire scene, sighed lightly, shook her head, and then raised her eyes toward the direction of the small temple in the west of Shanxia Town.

There was cloudy clouds and war was everywhere. It seemed that it was at its critical moment. Feng Shuzhu's body had not moved, but hesitated from the corner of his eyes, but hesitated for a moment, and disappeared into the night.

Then, deep in the unrecognizable passage in the temple, an old man walked towards him. He was ragged and covered with dusty face. His jaw and beard were burnt to the left, and he grinned with teeth and covered the blisters on the burning body with his hands, and kept moaning like "Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Looking closely, the bag on his shoulder was also weakened at this time. I thought I had lost all the gold, silver and treasures I had been looking forward to when I was escaping.

The old man walked forward a few steps, then stopped, took off the bag, pinched it carefully with his hands, and finally felt a hard thing. He suddenly forgot the pain. He was happy on his face and reached out to touch it out. He saw that it was a gold ingot and weighed it with his hands. Although it was a little lighter, he did not return empty-handed. So he said to himself: "I think I, Yi Dingjia, is to give up money and avoid disasters this time, and his life is free of worries." After that, he turned around and continued to walk forward, but suddenly saw two swords inserted on the bluestone ground in front of him, one long and one short, one black and one red.

Yi Dingjia was surprised and looked closer. Although the style of the double sword was ordinary, it felt a bit unique indescribable. He reached out and tried to pull it out, but it didn't move at all.

He became stubborn for a moment and said to himself: "Do you even bully me with two swords that no one wants? It's up to me to pull them out." After saying that, he stole the horse, held the hilt of the red short sword with both hands, shouted "Hey" and pulled out the short sword with a whistle, but because he used too much force, he turned backwards and fell to his fart.
Chapter completed!