Luotian Mountain, Zhenxi, small temple.

Another battle between good and evil continues here, but the smoke rolls in the sky, magic weapons flying, strange lights surround, and corpses on the ground are everywhere, which is terrible. The burning land, the collapsed temple gates and walls, and the screams mixed with endless rumbling sounds all show the tragic situation of the battle.

With the small temple as the center, three relatively concentrated battlefields were formed.

At the main entrance of the small temple, the temple gate and the pink wall of the eight-character pink wall had already collapsed. The iron-headed arhat was showing his right shoulder and half-sold. While waving the crescent shovel in his hand, he was commanding a group of ferocious monks in red, who had already rushed into the temple. At this time, a group of Taoists were besieging, and the Taoist in the head was Jingchenzi. His face was anxious at this time, and there were many colors on his body. He waved the long sword in his hand with the remaining dozen Guiyunguan disciples around him, and supported him hard.

In the air, in the air, I saw Kongxing's face tight-faced expression, and he made one hand to activate the Buddhist beads, fighting with a man wearing a black robe and a copper mask on his face. The man in the black robe stared at Kongxing with a pair of cold eyes behind the mask, with a faint light of hatred, which made people stand up. This person was the third leader of the Double-faced Buddhist Temple. The former Demonic God-Educated God of the Demonic Taoist Shepherd, and he saw him activate the Seven Evil Tianluo Mirror above his head, reflecting a burst of red light, stalemate with the golden Buddha light emitted by the Buddhist beads sacrificed by Kongxing. The black robe swung with the waves of air from time to time.

"I didn't expect that the chief disciple of Kongjue Temple would be nothing but a Taoist practice."

Yan Shoutian raised a contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth, and said with a free and authentic look.

On the other hand, the dumbstruck had already seen a little sweat on his forehead, his muscles were tight, and he could not say anything. At this moment, he understood very well that it was only a matter of time before his defeat by his opponent. He was just struggling to hold on and waited for the arrival of reinforcements, so he did not dare to relax at all. He had the idea of ​​delaying one moment of calculation, so he looked at Yan Shoutian's ridicule and ignored it.

Seeing that he couldn't make a mockery, Yan Shoutian said again: "I was a traitor who called the wind and rain back then, but now there is no one after another. It's really a retribution." After that, he laughed wildly, and the laughter made people's ears hurt.

Since childhood, the Kongxing was trained by the master. Enbi reborn his parents. When he heard that the other party was so slandering his mentor, he immediately rushed up and lost his mind. He retorted: "Strange evil, don't be nonsense. I can't let you insult your master." He didn't know that he had just spoken, and his energy was relaxed a little. The red light took the opportunity to push a few feet. He immediately felt a stream of blood in his body churned, and he quickly concentrated his mind and used his power to resist.

Behind the temple, the wall had collapsed and a huge gap appeared. There were dozens of monks in red and monks in Kongjue Temple lying everywhere. Outside the wall, two monks in red and one tall and one short, each holding a bell, muttering words, shaking constantly, directing the remaining four Su Nu, who were besieging a group of monks in Kongjue Temple headed by Kongming.

The monks were surrounded in the center, either in three or four groups, each holding monk's sticks, pagodas, vajra and other Buddhist magical instruments. The four Susans looked at the clothes and dressed three men and one woman, and all three men were dressed as Taoist, while the woman was dressed in white, with a crescent moon and silver silk water patterns embroidered on the cuffs. Looking closely, you will find that these four Susans were very different from what they saw in the double-faced Buddhist temple before. Not only did they die in the same style, but they also held magic weapons in their hands and used the power of Tao to fight against the enemy.

Suddenly, a monk from Kongjue Temple could not support him. His feet slipped, his body tilted, and Kongming suddenly burst out. Kongming shouted: "Keep your mind!", but it was still half a minute late. Two white lights descended like a horse. The monk didn't have time to shout, and his head was different in an instant. The fellow disciples beside him were all shocked, and they were trapped in the air by the two white lights, surrounded by several monks, and blood splattered on the spot.

Seeing this, the other fellow disciples never dared to be careless again. They concentrated their energy and immediately added aside under Kongming's command, sacrificed magic weapons, and withstand the two white lights. The two sides were stalemate again.

The two monks in red, tall and short outside the wall, saw that they had gained another victory, showed a smug smile on their faces, and the magic bell in their hands shook even harder.

The four Su Nu in the field attacked even more fiercely. Kong Ming and others unconsciously felt that the pressure was greater and they could not support them at the sight.

At this moment, a light roar was like a phoenix roaring in the sky, and the heart was pleasant to the ears, coming from far and near. A bright white light from the sky came quickly, and its power was as fierce as the Dragon Qiu Falls poured down, rushing towards the tall monk in red in a stunned state. In the blink of an eye, the tall monk in red in red and the magic bell in his hand was cut off.

Even so, the power of the sword light remained undiminished. Wherever it went, gravels danced around, and the huge whirlpools aroused, like strong winds and waves, forcing everyone around to unstable feet and retreated one after another.

The white light hit and turned backwards. A flash of light in the air was seen a woman in white holding a fairy sword in her hand. She looked beautiful and elegant, with white skin as white as snow, and stood in the air with her unique posture. Her whole body was dancing with her clothes, and her black hair flew with the wind behind her, like a fairy in the Nine Heavens descending to the mortal world.

The woman looked down coldly as if she was frost and lightning.

With such a shocking change, the short monk in red had already opened his mouth wide enough to scare, stood there in a daze, looking at the sky in a daze, sweating from his forehead, and forgot to shake the magic bell in his hand. The four Su Nu lost control at the same time and had stopped attacking.

Kongming and other monks were also impressed by the cold and frosty woman's Taoist practice. For a moment, they forgot to be in danger and stood there.

The battlefield, which was originally full of murderous intent, immediately became quiet.

"What a move to the long river of sunset."

Feng Shuzhu smiled and showed up, swayed, and bent to the side of a short monk in red. He stretched out his fingers and instantly pointed it down.

The woman in white looked at Feng Shuzhu after looking for a look, but did not say anything. Instead, she put away the fairy sword and slowly fell from the air. She came to a fool standing next to a woman in white clothes wearing Shuiyue Xiupai pattern.

Kong Ming also came to his senses when he heard the sound, wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, walked forward quickly, clasped his hands at the woman in white and said, "Amitabha, Monk Kongming of Kongjue Temple, I have seen the heroine, thank you for helping him."

The woman glanced at Kong Ming with a expressionless face, then turned her gaze to the woman in white beside her, and said coldly: "I'm here for this person."

Kongming paused when he heard this, and for a moment he was speechless, so he had to turn around and look at Feng Shuzhu.

Feng Shuzhu had a clear smile on his face, and walked over slowly and said lightly: "Feng Shuzhu has seen the maid of Shuiyue Palace."

Hearing this, the woman raised her eyes slightly, like frost and lightning. She looked at Feng Shuzhu deeply, and still said coldly: "Shui Lingyue has seen Feng Shaoxia."

Feng Shuzhu nodded slightly, pointed at the woman in white beside her, and said lightly: "Did the Water Girl come to save her fellow disciples?"

Shui Lingyue's bright eyes flashed, and she hesitated for a moment, but she did not say anything, but just nodded slightly.

Feng Shuzhu was about to speak again, but heard a loud noise behind his ears. Through the bright eyes of Water Lingyue, he found a red light coming. He thought, his sleeves spread out, and he rolled up the unconscious white-clothed Susan in front of him and floated several feet away.

Looking back, I saw Shui Lingyue standing in the air, drawing her sword in her hand, looking stern in the air, facing Yan Shoutian, the Demonic God-Empression.

The other three Su Nu who were swept by the red light seemed to have their bodies softened and tilted to the ground. In a moment, their whole body burst into pieces and turned into a pool of blood.

It turned out that it was Shui Lingyue's sword attacking, and the sword force alarmed Yan Shoutian. Knowing that a master had arrived, he activated the Seven Evils Tianluo Mirror, injured Kongxing, and then pushed it with the flow and swept the red light behind the temple. That was the scene just now.

Yan Shoutian looked up and saw Shui Lingyue's frost-like gaze, his whole body was shaking, but when his eyes fell on the fairy sword she held in her hand, it seemed as if he had received some stimulation. He clenched his teeth and said sternly, "Shui Yue Sword!" After saying that, the eyes behind the mask sank, and the evil spirits surging around him, his robe was bulging without wind, he raised his left hand to summon the Seven Evils Tianluo Mirror, and his right hand sealed on his chest.

The Seven Evils Tianluo Mirror rotated rapidly under the activation of Yan Shoutian, flipped seven times in a row, condensing the surrounding airflow and rotating rapidly, forming a huge hideous vortex.

The water is rising and the moon stands in the sky, bathing in the clear light of the moonlight, with white clothes fluttering, green hair flying, holding the Shuiyue Fairy Sword in his hand, pointing to the sky. At this moment, he looks like a fairy who is elegant and eccentric, and is indifferent to the world.

Faced with the bitter waves, she slowly raised her head without retreating at all. Her bright eyes were still like ice and frost. With the sword technique in her hand, the Shuiyue Sword's body trembled slightly, and the light suddenly shone brightly. The clouds that were several feet apart were forced to dissipate by the white light, without a trace.

"All rivers return to the sea!"

With a light sound, Shui Lingyue grew taller, causing a mountain-like light column to slash straight down, colliding with the huge red light column that was shot from behind.

"boom",

The loud noise was as shocking as thunder, sweeping across all directions. The huge and invisible shock wave quickly swept around with the collision point of the two light columns as the center. Everyone standing at the feet of the two Doufamen suddenly felt the strong wind swaying, and their bodies were shaking involuntarily. The roof of the main hall of the small temple was also overturned, and the four-wall hall walls collapsed, and broken bricks and tiles fell to the ground. For a moment, dust covered the sky and things were difficult to distinguish.

Only the stone statue of the goddess holding a snail in the hall stood in the smoke and dust, standing firm.

Such a powerful impact made everyone present look. After a moment of surprise, everyone's eyes were cast back into the air.

Yan Shoutian shook his body and retreated several feet away, dazed in the air, unable to speak for a while, while Shui Lingyue frowned, his face lost its blood and pale as white as paper. Then he shook his body, and the Shui Yue Sword left his hand and he fell down.

At this moment, a sudden change appeared!

A cold light broke through the air and attacked Shui Lingyue, who was falling out of control. Everyone exclaimed, seeing that this beautiful and charming woman was about to lose her body and head.

But in the midst of the flash, a fluorescent light flowed like lightning, and blinked. After the fluorescent light flashed and disappeared, Shui Lingyue only felt that her falling body was gently held by a gentle hand, and then the bright smile of Feng Shuzhu reflected in the cold and beautiful woman's bright eyes.

Just as everyone's attention, the two of them slowly descended.

There was wind, gently lifting up a few strands of hair and brushing across her jade-like cheeks.

At this moment, it seemed as if time and space were frozen, and everything around it disappeared.

Feng Shuzhu and Shui Lingyue looked at each other, but with the other hand, he caught the Shui Yue sword, shook his wrist and waved a sword.

With a "click", the cold light that will hit will be cut off for two sections.

The two of them slowly descended to everyone, and after a moment of soothing, Shui Lingyue's expression slightly returned to normal. When her feet stabilized, she gently broke free from Feng Shuzhu's arms and stood aside, with her beautiful eyes drooping, and no longer looked at Feng Shuzhu.

Feng Shuzhu smiled slightly, raised her hand and handed the Shuiyue Sword, and whispered: "Be careful of everything."

Shui Lingyue raised her head slightly, looked at Feng Shuzhu deeply, took the Shui Yue Sword, and nodded gently.

The righteous sword immortals, who were so shocked that they were sweating in cold sweat, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at this time. They were secretly glad to awaken. The cold light that sneaked into Shui Lingyue was done by the Iron-headed Arhat. This man was injured by Shui Lingyue in the Double-faced Buddhist Temple many days ago and was looking for revenge. He didn't want to meet him here this day, and encountered this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he killed himself. He didn't expect that the plan would not succeed, but instead broke his weapons and stood there in a daze.

"Be careful, everyone!"

Standing aside, Kong Ming held the injured senior brother Kongxing with one hand, pointed the other hand into the air, and shouted with hiss.

Everyone was shocked and looked in Kong Ming's finger direction. Yan Shoutian's complexion was restored at this time and activated the Seven Evils Tianluo Mirror to hit the ground again. Although the red light emitted by the Seven Evils Tianluo Mirror at this time became much weaker than when Shui Lingyue fought, everyone did not dare to take it lightly. They all held the magic weapon and waited intently.

But when the red light of the Seven Evils Tianluo Mirror swept over the stone statue of the goddess holding the snail, a strange phenomenon suddenly arose. The stone carved snail flew up, left the stone statue, and shined in the air.

In an instant, there were thousands of rays of light, covering the sky. Before everyone could react, the snail had already sucked the Seven Evil Tianluo Mirror above Yan Shutian's head into the snail shell, flew back to the goddess's stone statue, and turned into a stone sculpture again. However, the stone sculpture field sculpture was empty before, and there was an "lid" at this time.

When Yan Shoutian, who was in mid-air, was shocked when he saw it, he was stunned for a while before saying two words: "Tianchi Dharma Snail..."

"Amitabha."

Among all, Master Knight Xing chanted the Buddha's name and walked out slowly, folded his hands together, bowed to the goddess stone statue, and then said, "It turns out that there are fixed numbers in the dark, and evil can never overcome the righteousness."

Yan Shoutian, who was in the air, was already heartbroken because he lost his personal magic weapon. When he heard what Master Dakini said, he couldn't help but feel annoyed. He pointed his hand and said sternly: "Bald donkey, don't be mocked. I'll send you back to the west." As soon as he finished speaking, he sat cross-legged in the air, formed seals with both hands, and once again activated the boundless evil spirits all over his body.

"Dark swallows the sky!"

At this time, the sky was already dim and the mist was filled with mist. However, under the power of Yan Shoutian's magic, the wind and clouds changed color and the sky turned dark again.

After a violent shock, the ground that everyone stepped on was lifted up, which made everyone hurriedly rise up from the air.

I saw a large hole sinking from the ground, cracked stones and sand, like rain and hail, flying everywhere, a stream of extremely thick black smoke, like Qingtian Black Peak suddenly surged up from the sinking cave, with evil spirits spreading, and amazing momentum, which is really rare in eternity!

At this time, the only visible one on the ground was the stone statue of the goddess holding a snail in her hand, looming in the thick smoke.

Just as everyone was flying and circling, they heard a loud crane cries in the air, followed by a burst of laughter, saying, "Why did you get angry with a group of juniors?" As soon as they finished speaking, two black and white radiances of interactive circling fell from above Yan Shoutian's head, several feet thick and thin, reaching the sky and the earth.

Yan Shoutian heard the sound, looked up and exclaimed: "Guiyun Yinyang Sword!"

He hurriedly closed his hands and made seals again, and in a hurry, he gathered some of the sudden rush of black smoke to fight against the yin and yang energy that burst out from his head.

The yin and yang energy came quickly. After just a moment, it easily penetrated through the black smoke and hit Yan Shutian's chest.

There was a "puff".

Yan Shoutian shook his body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. He almost wanted to activate the magic again, but he couldn't. He had to glance at everyone in the field with a hateful look, and then spread his sleeves and turned into light.

After everyone settled down, a huge crane appeared in the air, and a girl wearing an ice-blue silk skirt was riding on it. She waved her hand excitedly and said loudly: "Brother Feng, Brother Feng." Alongside her, an old man wearing an old Taoist robe with white hair and a young face, was flying next to her.

On the ground, Jingchenzi saw it and looked at the sky and shouted: "Master, don't let the culprit go."

Hearing this, Yuan Wuxi seemed to have said something to Chu Qing, but saw that Chu Qing was not about to fall, but rode a crane to chase Yan Shoutian in the direction of escape.

When Yuan Wuxi fell from the air, everyone hurried forward. First, Master Dakinis stepped forward and bowed, and said happily: "It turns out to be Senior Xuan Yuanzi." Then, the disciples of Guiyun, led by Jingchenzi, rushed behind him, all came forward to worship and shouted in unison: "Master."

Yuan Wuxi ignored everything, walked straight to Feng Shuzhu, and said with a smile: "I said poor scholar, we are meeting again."

Feng Shuzhu smiled and bowed, "I have seen Senior Yuan."

When Yuan Wuxi heard this, he blew his beard and said, "I said, "You poor scholar, your memory is getting worse and worse? Didn't we agree on it? Before we defeated you, we brothers would be in line."

Feng Shuzhu smiled slightly and said, "Senior, are joking."
To be continued...